#♥ || concepts.

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Imagine scratching Gorou’s fluffy ears. Scratching at the base, rubbing at the tips, and cooing over how soft they are; no spot is left neglected under your careful ministrations. It’s only when Gorou, with a catch in his voice, practically begs for you to stop, that you realise how red his face is, and how he’s practically squirming in his seat.

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Imagine enjoying an early morning with Crepus. Burying your face in his throat and humming in contentment, knowing that the two of you have the entire morning to yourselves, without the shadow of work and responsibility hanging over the two of you. Your legs are tangled with his, and you feel almost like a teenager again, shaking with silent laughter and trying to be quiet as you urge your husband closer, your hands gliding over his back.

Only for the smell of smoke to drift in from the windows, along with the frantic voices of Diluc and Kaeya, both of whom are frantically screaming at the other to put out the fire, quickly, before their parents wake up, and that’s enough to break the spell around the two of you. Crepus is quick to run to the windows, and his face takes on a comically pale cast, and he’s even quicker to run out of the bedroom. You can see why when you wander over to the windows yourself - half the grapevines in the yard are aflame, and the reason for it? The Pyro Vision clutched in Diluc’s hand, even as he does his best to smother the growing flames.

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Imagine Gorou caring for his baby. The baby is so curious, their gaze following Gorou everywhere, and they’re particularly riveted to his fluffy ears and his twitching tail, which flicks from side to side like a pendulum. They’re particularly eager to stuff his tail into their toothless mouth despite Gorou’s protests, gnawing and mouthing at it and covering the ends in drool. And whenever Gorou holds them in his arms, they’ll try their hardest to grab at his ears and tug.

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Imagine dancing with Kazuha.

Parties are a common occurance on board the Crux, and the music tugs at everyone’s spirits. Flutes and drums weave complex melodies bursting with life, and in the center of all the activity is the dance. Bodies flying about in a circle, laughter and shrieks of delight becoming part of the music.

Kazuha stands a little way off to the side, observing but not partaking as he nurses his own cup of wine. He arches a brow when you break away from the circle to approach him, flushed and bright-eyed after being whirled about, and you hold out your hand and say, dance with me. It’s after a moment of careful consideration that he accepts; he’s never been one for dancing, but he’s unwilling to be the reason for your eyes losing their sparkle and your smile dimming.

A little clumsy, and very much unsure, Kazuha rests his hand on the small of your back and takes your free hand in his. He’s acutely aware of how clumsy his steps are when compared to yours, how close you are, and how sweet the scent of your shampoo is. Your thoughts are just as unfocused; all you can think about is the warmth of his touch, seeping through the thin cotton of your shirt. 

And for this one, brief, moment, everything else fades away, leaving only you and Kazuha, standing with your arms around each other.

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Imagine Gorou not liking baths, and just to get him wet on a daily basis (and so that he won’t resort to using his own tongue to lick himself clean), you have to agree to take baths with him.

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i can’t stop thinking of the reader having a reversed healing technique, and being extremely insecure about it. everyone reassures you that it’s valuable, that you’re needed, but when it comes down to it, you don’t have the combat skills and abilities of the other first years, and you’re very much aware of that. your flaws and insecurities are probably made all the more apparent when the kyoto exchange takes place, moreso when some students take the liberty of pointing out how you’re unable to fight. 

but yuji, with a big, bright smile, grasps at your hands and earnestly tells you that your powers are gentle and kind, that you’re a blessing for having them and using them to save so many people. his words make tears spring to your eyes, but you don’t cry --- not until yuji swears he’s strong enough for both of you, and that he’ll definitely protect you.

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AU where you're a Fatui harbringer, and during one of your visits to Mond, you're introduced to Crepus, and you slowly begin to fall for him.

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OKAY IK I CLOWN YOU FOR SIMPING OVER DILUC AND ZHONGLI BUT,,,, I HAVE TO CONFESS,,,,, HOW OBSESSED I AM WITH THE GENERAL CONCEPT OF BEING DILUC’S FIANCÉ

maybe you and him are childhood friends. an agreement made between your parents, that the two of you would marry once you became of age. and even though his father has passed, diluc has not made any moves to break off your engagement, and you privately wonder if he’s not keeping this engagement out of a sense of convenience, of duty.

you’ve known him since he was a young boy, before the world had ruined him, had stripped the lightness and happiness from his eyes. you can still remember yourself as a gap-toothed child, your smile one of bright innocence, always, always tagging along after diluc. he had longer legs, so his stride would carry him further, but he would always, always stop when he heard your distressed cry.

maybe the two of you grow apart after the death of his father. it’s not for a lack of trying on your part. you’d tried to talk to diluc at the funeral, to offer him what comfort you could, but you’d been coldly rebuffed. you can see a wall between the two of you, only growing higher and higher with every day that passes, and you have no idea how to scale it.

still, you keep trying. you stop by the manor, where the maids greet you by name. if diluc is working, you bring him cups of tea, plates of food. on occasion, you even bring him pieces of bread and slices of cake, fresh from your own oven. you set the tray on his table and remind him to eat. you stop by the tavern when you know he’s working, once again passing him water and food with a feather-light smile. where conversation had once flowed freely, there’s now a stilted silence, and the air feels heavy with secrets unspoken. he’s courteous as always, but diluc’s never once confided in you, and it’s so easy to see that your relationship with him has changed since your childhood days.

maybe you think he doesn’t care.

but then one night, as you’re heading back home, maybe you’re attacked by the fatui. you have a vision, but you’ve never used it in combat before, and you’re pathetically outmatched. you think that you’re going to die, trapped and afraid like a rat in a sinking box, but then the darknight hero shows up in the nick of time to save you, and with him there, you allow yourself to collapse into a bloodied heap onto the cobblestones.

somehow, you make it back home. you’re vaguely aware of stumbling through the darkened streets, with a warm arm looped around your waist. and when you stumble, you’re scooped up into a pair of warm arms, and there’s a low, familiar voice in your ear, telling you to hold on, that you’ll be alright. when you wake up, aching but bandaged, you’re taken aback by the sight of diluc, sitting in a chair by your bedside. he hasn’t been to your house in years. and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen diluc look quite so frightened before, the fresh panic and concern barely contained in his eyes. 

i thought i lost you, diluc says, painfully raw and honest. 

it’s okay, you tell him, trying to ignore your heart pounding in your ears, how it’s not the pain that’s making it hard for you to breathe. i’m not going anywhere.