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tartglias · 4 years ago

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diluc, kaeya, albedo and childe when they’re in love

“ahh ok i just discovered ur blog and this is my very first ever request to a blog. so uhm can i req diluc, kaeya, albedo & childe headcanons on what they'll do when they're in love? like, will their attitude change when they're around the reader HAHAHA it's ok if u remove a character <3 if u don't want to write it feel free to ignore hehe”

Diluc

Even though you both decided to keep the relationship away from the public eye, it’s not shocking that certain people come and ask if you can deliver a message to Diluc. It tends to be Kaeya or even Jean, whenever the Knights of Favonius are too busy to handle something a little too dangerous. Sometimes it’s even Venti, trying to persuade you to convince Diluc to lower the dandelion wine price.

Whoever the person is, they come to you because they know that Diluc has a soft spot for you. If something catches your eye, expect it on your doorstep the following day. He loves to spoil you, to the point in which you have to tell him to stop gifting you things, and that his love is and will always be enough.

And obviously, they know that if someone can convince him of doing something, that someone is you. It’s amusing how the normal situation switches when it comes to you. If Kaeya approaches him and asks for a favor, expect a very angry Diluc rolling his eyes and turning around, completely dismissing him while trying to not make a scene in front of you and the other costumers at the tavern. But, if it’s you who delivers the message, he just sighs and meditates it, eventually giving in. You see him smile slightly once you quickly kiss his cheek and thank him.

“Why do you always decline these requests but accept them once I ask you?” You once asked, looking up to face him as you cuddled him in bed. His hair was messy and untied, but he still looked beautiful, specially under the moon light.

“Because you’re not annoying” he simply said, caressing your cheek. You stared at him, unconvinced. This earned you a soft laugh from the man beneath you.

“I don’t know, I just can’t say no to you. Which is funny because now everyone knows you’re my weakness” He said.

It was then and there that he understood how much you meant to him. You could ask him to pick up every single Cecilia flower in Mondstadt and he would not hesitate to do it. It was dangerous, and he knew that, but his feelings were too strong.

“Kaeya will definitely use this for-“ “I love you” he said, interrupting you. Your eyes widened and a small gasp left your lips. It was the first time he said the big “L” word, maybe the first time in his life.

“I love you too” you whispered, still in awe from his previous confession.

He kissed you deeper than ever before, transmitting every single feeling he had into the kiss. You meant the world to him. He was in love.

The rest of the night was filled with quiet “I love you”s and cuddles, eventually falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Kaeya

One thing that helped him understand his feelings for you was that he could just be himself.

His past forced him to wake up and put on a facade as the flirty Cavalry Captain that had every person in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. But you were different. When he was with you, he was Kaeya. No fancy titles, no social etiquette. Just Kaeya. Not only he felt comfortable enough to be himself around you, but you also seemed to like his true self as well. And that’s how he realized.

After long days filled with commissions and some paperwork, he would come home exhausted only to find you already waiting for him. Without need for words, he would wrap his arms around your waist and hide his face on your neck after leaving a small trace of kisses.

“Long day?” you asked as you gently hugged him, untied his hair and started brushing it with your fingers. He would reply with a small “hm” before looking up and kissing your lips.

This sight could confuse an outsider, since Kaeya, with his oh so flirty social title, is usually the one calling out for you or keeping his hands on you at any moment. Kaeya is not afraid to show his love to the world, and he makes that very clear in public. Yet, this sight made him look vulnerable, and that was something he reserved just for your eyes. You made his walls fall down, you made him vulnerable in the best way possible. He felt at peace when he was with you, and that feeling used to be so foreign to him due to the secrets of his past. But here he was, in your arms as he rambled about his day without care in the world.

His attitude towards you in public never changed much, always finding his way to make you swoon and fluster you. He loves to let everyone know that he is yours and you are his. But, once the doors close behind him, he would let his guard down completely with you. He would cling to your body as he seeks for advice or talk about his worries.

“I think that it’s best to ignore Pallad from now on since he always gets-“ you started saying, but noticing how Kaeya was looking at you made you lose your trail of thoughts. “Wh- Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You make me feel better about myself” Kaeya said, snuggling closer to you. He let out a chuckle when he heard you mutter a “huh?”

“You make me feel at peace, and I haven’t felt like that in a long while”

Albedo

Relationships were kind of new to Albedo, he wasn’t certain about the right way to show affection. But one thing he was sure about was that every time you came to visit him in his research room he felt funny inside. Funny in a good way, he felt a sudden urge to hold your hand or make you smile.

To understand this feeling more, he started doing research on couples in Mondstadt. Was he the only one that felt this way at the sight of someone he cherished? Or was this the beginning of him becoming a monster and destroying the city of freedom at last? Lucky for him, he realized that it was considered normal to smile whenever you see your s/o.

While he was doing his research, Klee appeared holding one of her treasures. She wanted to show Albedo her newest creation, but instead she found him staring at some old couple sitting by a fountain. She thought it was a strange sight. “What are you doing?” she asked, startling him. “Research” he simply said. “On old people? Why don’t you do a research on me? I’m young! And I have treasures!” “I don’t think you can be of use in this research” he said, sighing.

It took Klee a while to understand what was happening, but when she did she started giggling uncontrollably. Albedo just stared at her wondering what was wrong with the child. “Albedo are you in love?”

Love, such a strange concept. He read about it, and now that Klee mentioned it, he realized that it made sense. He felt funny every time he managed to make you smile or laugh, and even more when he saw the blush on your face after complimenting you. He realized that the “funny” feeling happened because he loves you. He loves when you visit him, he loves when you ask him questions about his research and when you offer to help him. He loves you.

He immediately started searching for you, he felt the sudden urge to see and tell you about this discovery. Once he found you, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. You looked beautiful, and you weren’t even trying. You just came back from a commission and your hair was messy, and he noticed that your clothes were a bit dirty too. Yet you looked mesmerizing to him.

“Albedo! I was on my way to visit you!” You greeted him once you saw him, kissing his cheek.

“I made a new discovery today, dear.” He said, taking your hands in his. “I discovered that I’m in love with you”

Childe

If there’s something Childe is gonna do, is spoil you to no end. Similar to Diluc, if he noticed that something caught your eye for more than 3 seconds, expect it by your doorstep soon. And don’t even try to stop him, he just won’t listen.

Since he has to go away for weeks due to his line of work, he wants to spoil you so you don’t forget him. Not that you could anyways, you always thought of him and even prayed for his safe return. When he comes back, expect little souvenirs from his travels and stories he may or may not exaggerate a tiny bit.

He loves whenever you wear things he gifted you, and loves to tease you about it. “May I know who got you that beautiful necklace dear?” he would ask with a smirk on his face. “You, Childe” “That’s right, the best for my favorite person in the world”

But his love doesn’t come in material things only, he also loves to spend time with you. There are times that he has to go away for long periods of time, and after a few weeks he starts missing you so much he just has to send someone to pick you up and bring you to him. On those occasions he makes sure to do everything he has to do in the morning so he could spend the afternoon exploring with you.

His line of work is dangerous, and you know that. There are times in which you’re exploring some ruins with him and treasure hoarders appear. In those cases he asks you to close your eyes, and only open them when he tells you to. Under no circumstance he wants you to witness this side of him he tries so much to hide.

Once it’s over, he would reach to you gently and tell you to open your eyes. When you do, the sight in front of you breaks your heart. He was alright, not a single scratch on him, but his face was filled with worry and fear. “I’m sorry” he would say, closing his eyes and taking your hand. “Why are you apologizing?” “I’m a monster” he said, not daring to look at you.

It would take you a few minutes to convince him that he actually is not a monster. Those treasure hoarders appeared out of nowhere, and threatened you. He was just protecting you. “This is what I do all the time, how are you not scared of me?” He asked. You hugged him very tight, not wanting to let go of him until every drop of fear and guilt leaves his body. “I know you would never hurt me”

He knew you were right, he could never hurt you. He may think he is a monster unworthy of your love, but he knew that he could never lay a finger on you. And as you hugged him tight in front of some random ruins you were exploring, he realized he was in love and swore to himself he would do anything to protect you.

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georgemackayhey · 5 years ago

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Lucky Stars

"George imagine idea where your acting in a movie with him as his romantic interest but it's ur first acting job ever and your super nervous because he's your celeb crush, but he's super sweet to you the whole time and maybe he invites you over to his flat for dinner so they can get to know eachother better xx"

Not gonna lie, it's been really hard for me to write the past couple weeks. Here's a request I've managed to whip up. Just know I'm still tryin' yall! Keep sane out there ♡

w/c: 2k

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There wasn't much more that dazzled you aside from the big screen. Watching actors craft stories between laugh tracks and big band music was the closest thing to magic you knew.

So you moved to L.A, the beating, bleeding heart of showbiz. You weren't sure you'd get very far, but all you wanted was to try. And if you missed your shot at being a great storyteller, you'd still have all your favorites to watch back. It seemed you learned something new from them every new view.

The only thing you had to lose was a bit of shame. The few friends you'd made of neighbors and postmen since moving warned you that the harsh world of auditions and guest lists would make you bitter before too long.

But even after landing a few national commercials, the voice on a low budget children show, and some walk-on television roles, you found out all your neighbors and mailmen were wrong.

A blush burned your cheeks every time you auditioned, whether you delivered a line perfectly or not. And every time you found out you'd been taken off the guest list to someone's exclusive get together you were thrilled at the concept of having ever been invited at all.

You'd come here to bring life to characters with a story to tell. You were so focused on finding new auditions and studying the art of becoming someone else, sometimes you'd lost track of your own value.

When you were sought out to play the lead on a Netflix series, you almost didn't know what to do with yourself. You stayed up all night, making newly matched outfits out of all your old clothes, in an excited daze of trying to get in the headspace of your new character.

You hardly slept the month leading up to table reads, scouring over the little information you had to memorize, determined to be at the top of the game you'd been trying to play for years.

You memorized all your lines, showed up early, and stayed late even when it seemed uncalled for. The truth was you feared if you stopped working so hard, you'd lose it all. Just the right number of messed up lines, just one wrong missed morning, and you'd be back where you started, trying to get to where you were now.

And everyone you met and worked with assured you that you must have had a natural talent in order to have landed a role in such a demanding spotlight. But you couldn't risk it.

By the end of the table reads, you felt like you'd aced a test you spent half of schooling studying for, but still managing to scrape by with a few missed steps.

By when it came time to start shooting, despite all your best efforts to come prepared, you found yourself in a bit of a predicament.

Enter George... your love interest. He was dangerous, in the sense that he had all the stunning looks of a fallen angel but the manners of a bashful 1950's soldier. And besides all his charming qualities, George was a damned good actor.

You didn't want to be the stereotypical girl who fell for her first majorly attractive costar, a low budget Kate clawing for a shred of the next Leonardo DiCaprio's attention, behind the scenes. So when George hovered near enough for you to notice, you reserved yourself down to shy nods and hurried manners to move through the day.

And besides that, when the director called action, you'd become ritualistically nervous. No matter who was acting alongside you, or what set you moved around on, before you got into the swing of delivering your lines, you always had to work at quick speeds to hurdle over a sudden rush of anxieties.

Your director was a kind old soul, always giving you space to breathe and the perfect instructions for you to get your head in the game.

But of course, your anxious jitters multiplied with every scene you were meant to shoot with George.

"Action!" Your director hollered, the sound of bells and whistles alarming everyone to quiet down. You were attempting your third take of a certain scene where your character was meeting George's for the first time. But every time he delivered a certain line alongside a certain longing gaze, you locked up, getting lost in the way his shining eyes seemed to search yours, for real.

And by this take, you hadn't opened up from shutting down the last time. You lingered nervously in the doorway you were meant to enter, mouth open, empty of the words you were meant to say.

George was meant to be distracted. But he curiously glanced over his shoulder, pricing eyes falling pitifully onto you. Then whipped his head toward the director, raising a pausing hand before spinning back in your direction.

Some of the crew went on chattering as George made his timid approach your way, like he was the nervous one. You admired his strong features, his unforgiving beauty. His bold looks were almost a contrast to his soft-spoken nature.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a low, concerned tone. You were almost embarrassed under his searching gaze, but you'd be a fool not to look right back at him. And he was the first person to ask how you were, instead of telling you how to be.

"I just get locked up sometimes. I know all the lines, I just..." You stuttered, ending your explanation with a nervous laugh. George softened too then, like he was glad you didn't have anything worse holding you back.

"Well you know you don't have to start right when they call action. I always take a beat and play the scene over in my head before I go into it." George shrugged, shifting his weight a little nearer to you.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

"If you'd like, maybe we could run some lines together later. It's always easier to act with someone when you know how they intend to go about the scenes." George let out a gentle laugh, searching your face as you rose a brow in surprise.

"That sounds lovely. If we get through this scene alive that is." You chuckled, shooing him back toward his mark, with some kind of heavenly choir soundtracking your inner monologue. How had you just gotten so lucky?

You nailed the scene after George's well-meaning pep talk and as the day wound to a close, he followed you to a coffee shop on the lot of the studio. The pair of you ordered drinks and talked about the scenes you were meant to share.

He was right, it was much easier to think of walking through each line when you knew how each other felt about the character's motives and feelings. After you'd exhausted the week's script, you took the rest of your coffee and floated home on cloud nine.

After that day, acting with everyone became much easier. You'd settled into a swing, and learned to take deep breaths before diving into whatever scene you shot. But there were some days you were reminded of how important this all was to you. That you were living your dream. And thoughts like that overwhelmed you enough to screw up lines and freak out during lunch breaks.

Your director was kind and always gently eased you back from the brink of losing it. But on days where the script called for shooting profound and difficult scenes, you'd still get caught up in it all.

And, somehow, George always knew just how to talk you out of your nervous state. But today, the director kept changing up the set, and all the lines, shifting you around different camera angles, calling for you and George to kiss about a dozen times in a row. It was getting hard to handle your increased heart rate, and frustration.

"Please don't freak out, darling. It's myself I'm unhappy with." Your director insisted as you shuffled to the side stage to control the breath caught in your throat. He called for a quick break while he sent someone to go find another new prop.

By the time your director had everything sussed out, you still couldn't stop pacing in time to try again.

That's when George stepped in, right in time as always. He assured you that you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to do. Did he seriously think you were put off by having to kiss him a dozen times in a row? Quite the opposite really. Your heart was threatening to burst.

And your director seemed settled on his changes at last, and George was such an excellent example of overabundant patience and kindness that you took his hand and pulled him back on set to get it over and done with.

"You should take my place boy! She takes your direction better than my own!" Your director laughed. It was a funny little remark, one you barely registered in your anxious state.

George was absurdly kind to you. And you were frighteningly receptive to him.

He invited you to keep running lines, as a courtesy. You knew that. Every other day, a half hour at the little coffee shop down the way, it was strictly business.

But you couldn’t help swooning a little when he asked you to dinner, one night. Sure, the rest of the cast had been invited too, but he asked you with a gleam in his eye, you swore you spotted a shimmer.

When it came time to join your co-stars at a fancy brewery, George saved a seat for you at his side. You spent the whole evening chattering about your characters and how you did or didn't relate to them. Your castmates broke into separate conversations when you and George rambled too long about your favorite old films.

And then you went home alone, but you'd never felt more a part of anything in your life. You felt like you belonged.

Days on set became saturated in pure fun. Everyone had gotten to know each other well enough to share commonalities and branch off into groups. And George was usually a part of yours.

He'd join you and a few others on lunch trips. And you were usually the one sent to wake him up from power naps in the middle of the day.

It probably helped that he was always apart of the scenes you shot, and you a part of his. It probably helped that your trips to the coffee shop to read lines turned into mini therapy sessions, where one or the other of you would decompress after a long day, talking about how exhausting it was to pretend to be someone else for so long.

By the time things were beginning to wrap up, you'd realized how utterly attached to George you'd become, without realizing it. You'd always fawned over him sure, but one day you spotted him across the room and felt some supernatural force moving you to meet up with him. And as you moved to join his company you had to wonder when you'd become so delightfully used to it.

You'd get a little too swept up Geogres soft laugh, and the way he asked your opinion about every little thing. You didn't want his company to fizzle away after this was all said and done.

You didn't want to move on to another set, memorize another script. You wanted your own tales to tell, thoughts of your own to share. And... you wanted George to be a part of all of that.

Going home alone at the end of the day seemed more lonely as the weeks went on. And by the time the production had come to an end, you were floored by the sadness that loomed over you.

Your director shouted hoorays and passed out proud sentiments during your last shoot, and as much as you wanted to give proper goodbyes to your fellow actors, you took cover in your trailer to manage your blue feelings.

When you were sure everyone had left, busy to catch another audition or dinner with a friend, you tried to do the same. But every time you tried to leave your trailer, your heart sunk to your feet. You didn't know how to walk away from it all.

By the time you started your slow drift through the shutdown set, all the camera stands and light posts having been abandoned, you soaked up the empty scene, searching for a bit of closure. But all too soon you realized you weren’t alone.

“You’re still here too?” George smiled, stepping into view. His eyes were still bright enough to see in the dimly lit soundstage. You took the sight of him in for a bit, struggling to accept there wouldn't be any more moments quite like this one.

“I’m having a hard time saying goodbye, it seems.” You smiled, despite your honest somber tone. It was probably the most transparent you’d ever really been with him, on or off set.

“What if you didn’t have to?” George asked after a silent beat. The quiet returned just after, as you searched his face, trying to understand what he was asking.

“I think… I think this stopped pretending a long time ago. At least for me,” His lean figure shifted closer to yours as his hand gestured to the space between the two of you. You wondered if this was some vivid fever dream.

“George…” You warned and wondered, all the same, your heart rising from the floor and threatening to burst right out of your chest while George kept his eyes delicately zeroed in on yours.

“Maybe it doesn't have to end here. Maybe we could be together… for real.”

You let out a nervous breath of a laugh. Was this some cruel prank? “Why are you saying this? Do you really feel that way?”

“I realized, maybe too late, that I wasn’t just acting. And I have a hunch you weren’t either.” George dared to step closer, his eyes falling to your mouth as you bit your lip to save from saying something you might have regretted.

“There are no cameras. It’s just us now, really us. And I really like you.” George dared to close the gap between you as he spoke each word with care. And when he raised a hand to tilt your chin, you were done for.

His lips melded with yours, one arm circling around your waist to pull you close as could be. Time seemed to freeze over and speed up all at once, thoughts spinning in a blur in your mind as you kissed George back.

You weren’t sure how long it lasted, only that he pulled away too soon.

“Come to the premiere with me?” George asked quietly, pushing some of our hair away from your eyes.

“Lucky for you that’s the deal.” You grinned, gazing into his eyes as he kept a stronghold around you. The whole cast had long been chattering about how excited you all were to promote your show together.

“But we’ve got a few weeks till then. How shall we pass the time?” George asked like he was afraid he wouldn’t get to see you until then.

“I’ve got a few ideas.” You admitted shyly, “You could come home with me if you’d like to start checking off that list.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” George smiled, leaning in for another quick, sweet kiss.

As you tangled your fingers together, walking into the warm summer night, you felt lucky for having ended up here when you did. You'd moved to this city of all cities to tell someone's story. And then it hit you. All those scripts and plots, they'd been born from something, from somewhere. You realized that you didn't just want to be a part of the narrative.

You wanted your own. And you wanted it with George. You wanted to live such a spectacular chain of events alongside him that in a few decades time, that one day they'd retell your own story on the big screen.

When you looked over to see George happily floating in step with you, you wondered who might play the pair of you in the rom-com they based off of your very own love story. Above everything, you hoped he'd always be your leading man.

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