POV: You Are Hiding Under Their Desk - Part Two

POV: You are hiding under their desk - Part two

Warnings: Zhongli has joint pains in his hand and slight spoiler to Kokomi’s character quest

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕; 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒’𝚜

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Zhongli:

  The former Geo Archon is a very patient man. After centuries of experience, he knows within himself when to take a break. However, the physical exhaustion of a mortal body was something he was not quite used to yet. His office basked in a warm orange as the sun sets over Liyue, and Zhongli exhales softly through his nose. The pen in his hand scribbles away at the documents left by Hu Tao, but his mind was elsewhere. 

  Tiredness ached within his joints, and he sets the quill down to flex his fingers. He’s not one to complain; he was grateful for his job at the funeral parlor, and he wasn’t about to draw attention to a measly setback such as this.

  As Zhongli gains the motivation to start again, an agonizing pulse shoots through his palm. A hiss escapes through his teeth and the pen clatters to the floor. He barely registers the pull on his pants leg as he gathers himself. His amber orbs trace over the face below him, two (e/c) doe-like eyes watching him with curiosity. 

  “What are you doing down there, little one?” Zhongli’s voice rumbles as a soft smile graces his features. The child quickly lifts the writing utensil he dropped moments before and giggles.

  “Write!” They exclaim.

  “Yes. That is used for writing,” the consultant replies as he lifts the young being onto his lap. Taking an empty copy of paper, he places it on the table in front of the child, who immediately scribbles away at the white sheet. Zhongli couldn’t help but to place his hand on top of theirs, stopping any erratic movement of the pencil. They look at him, their cheeks puffed out in irritation.

  “Write!” They announce sternly, making the Archon chuckle.

  “Let me teach you how I do it.”

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Kokomi:

  Her Excellency of Watasumi Island is a very busy lady. With all her time spent on finding ways for Sangonomiya to grow, she tends to forget about her own needs. With the villagers finding new ways to cultivate the land; to the daily tasks needed to be sent out to the soldiers; to the duties at the shrine; the lead priestess was tired to say the least.

  She knew a few hours with her books would do her some good. She asked General Gorou to keep an eye out while she rejuvenated herself with new tactic plans. She sat contently in her own company, eyes gazing across the words printed on the page. She was truly invested in the plot, theories and questions dancing in her thoughts. The suspense was killing her as the scene unravels, and though she was quite immersed, the sudden laugh from under the table confused her.

  Kokomi tilts her chair back to peek beneath the desk, and a relieved sigh retreats from the priestess. “Why, if it isn’t little (Y/n). How did you find this place?” She questions as the child climbs up her legs and into her lap.

  “Easy peasy,” They exclaim, “I found your tree!”

  “I see,” Kokomi coughs out in response to their boisterous personality, “so you found my reading spot?”

  “You can read books?” (Y/n) mumbles, a sudden glumness falling on their face.

  “I can… you cannot?”

  “I can, I’m just not very good at it. I bet you’re a pro at reading! You’re good at lots of things, Miss Kokomi!”

  “You’d be surprised,” She says with a small smile, “How about this: you read me a chapter, and I read you one.”

  “You’re going to read to me?”

  “If you read to me. It’s only fair, and besides, how will you get better if you don’t practice?”

adelinde, you havent changed much

The only good thing that came from welcome to raccoon city was this line Chris said🤧.

Pov: You are hiding under their desk

Author’s note: Dear Archons, please give me Diluc. Thank you.

Summary: You are a young child taken in by one of the characters. This is their reaction if you hid under their desk. The reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: None (Besides corny nicknames)

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Diluc:

• It was later in the evening before Diluc finally made it back to the Dawn Winery. He trudged through his office, his limbs heavy with exhaustion. The sight of the documents stacked neatly upon his desk made the pulse in his temple intensify. Nevertheless, he pulls the cushioned chair out and sits down in a hunched fashion. He plucks the quill from its stupor, before gazing along the first set of words before him. A few minutes pass with him scribbling away, the relaxing sound of the fireplace crackling away easing his tense stature. His pen then freezes as the side of his pant’s leg is pulled. His ruby eyes narrow and he leans back, just to catch sight of two (E/C) ones looking up at him from underneath the desk. 

• “You’re supposed to be asleep,” He sternly remarks, “How did you get in here?”

• The young child frowns and tucks themselves further away from Diluc’s legs. “I’m sorry, Master Diluc. I was worried something happened and couldn’t sleep…” They answer in a shy voice, “I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I waited for you to come back from town.”

• Diluc huffs in response to their explanation, but his hard stare softens as the child yawns. “You should get to bed. You have schooling to do tomorrow.”

• “Oh, but… can’t I stay up with you a little longer? Please?”

• A sigh escapes the Ragnvindr before he picks the child off the ground and sets them on his lap. “Only for a little while,” He replies. He does nothing to stop them from closing their eyes though, and a ghost of a smile settles on his face as they rest their head against his shoulder.

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Kaeya:

• If the Calvary Captain is not seen loitering about the streets of Mondstat or having a few drinks at the tavern, he was most likely in his office. A miserable groan is let out as the cryo user thinks about it so as he flips through the new guidebook made by Grand Master Jean. It was an awfully boring day for Kaeya, and though the sun lit the room in a beautiful golden color, he silently wished for it to go down faster. He’s been in here for way too long, he thinks; he’s wasting precious time away by skimming through rules that don’t even apply to him. He shuts the book with a loud THUNK before staring up at the ceiling. Lost in his own thoughts, he was quite surprised when a blunt force grabs a hold of his leg. A chuckle heaves out of him as he grabs the source from underneath his desk. His gloved hands dance across their torso and giggles erupts suddenly.

• “Stop! Stop!” The child begs as they cradle themselves in his lap. He gives into their commands, his fingers nestling in their (H/C) hair.

• “How long were you down there, little ankle bitter?” He asks with a smirk upon his face.

• “Captain Kaeya! You always say to take advantage of your opponent’s position. So, I waited for you to relax before going in for the kill! I waited patiently, then BAM! I got ya, didn’t I? Aren’t you proud of me?”

• “I am very proud of you, (Y/N), but next time, maybe don’t try to bite my foot off, hm?”

• “You got it, Captain Kaeya!”

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Childe:

• The 11th Harbinger had to stop himself from grabbing on to his assistance's neck as she follows him down the hallway to his office. Childe could feel his frustration bubbling in his gut, and it took every ounce of his being not to snap at the poor woman. “I’m well aware of the position we are currently in with this withdrawal. I will come up with a solution as soon as I can.”

• “Sir, the deadline is coming up fairly quickly. Don’t you think we should take that into accountability?” She politely responds.

• Childe’s hold on the doorknob tightens greatly and the buzz of bloodshed soaks into every nerve. As his gaze looks upon the Fatui agent, her whole-body cradles into itself. “I will get to it when I’m ready,” He announces coolly before slamming the door.

• He collapses into his chair, his fingers pulling harshly at his hair. He lets out a sigh as he thinks through the options available as of now.

• “Aj…” A whisper calls for him under the desk, “Are you okay?”

• “Angel cakes,” the man answers with slight shock, “What are you doing down there?”

• “I heard yelling and got scared…”

• “Oh, I’m sorry. There is nothing to fear though. Why don’t you come out?”

• “There are no bad guys, right?”

• “Right.”

• Childe coaxes them out from hiding and settles them into his lap. The feeling of anger that was present before slowly but surely disappears as he hugs the little human. “Don’t you worry, (Y/N). No bad guys will ever get to you while I’m here. That’s a promise.”

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛And They Were Roommates ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Being Alhaitham's and Kaveh's flat mate would include...

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ♦ First of all, you are kind of the black sheep between you three. Instead of going with your brain, you stick with your more artistic side. ♦ Alhaitham and Kaveh don't really mind the spontaneity you carry. As long you are not hurting yourself, they leave you be. ♦ They aren't overprotective, because they know you candle your own devices. Just know that they will have an eye out for you, even when you least expect it. You are their friend after all. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

♠ The whole point on why you moved to Sumeru City is because your parents got you a scholarship in the Ackedemyia. From a long line of scholars, you are expected to do the same. Alhaitham knows you could care less about the works; however, he finds himself keeping you on track with a special made schedule. Maybe it's because he doesn't want his reputation to suffer, or it may be that you aren't going to do it yourself. Either way, be grateful he keeps up with your busy mind. ♠ You have found that you like to crochet bookmarks for Alhaitham. He insists that he doesn't need them and that he can remember where he left off just fine on his own. Though he grumbles and complains, you can find your creations stuffed in his many books. Don't call him out though or he'll get ticked off. ♠ Surprisingly, Alhaitham loves to chat with you about books. He'll recommend series he thinks you'll enjoy or gossip about publishes' plots and characters.

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♣ When he's home, Kaveh likes to indulge himself in whatever you do. Your painting? He'll be your model. You need help writing? He'll give you suggestions and tips. He'll even join you for yoga. Just be warned though, he will get very playful. ♣ When Kaveh argues with Alhaitham about furniture, he tries to get you to agree with him. It usually ends up with you and him ganging up on the poor Sage. Imagine Kaveh's surprise when the one time he complains about a lamp, he completely broke when you said you refurnished it yourself.

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Author's Note: This is a bit short and I'm sorry Kaveh isn't as loved as Alhaitham. I'm soft for both of them though and needed to indulge myself. I hope you enjoyed regardless. 😭

Something is Not Right

Dean X Sister! reader X Sam

inspired by the first episode

Description: Dean is taking Sam home just as he promised. However, the youngest Winchester feels that something is not right and asks Dean to go back to get Sam.

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   The car ride was quiet the whole way back to Sam's place. Dean's tape blares through the speakers, vibrating the back seat the youngest Winchester occupies. (Y/n) watches as the tall silhouettes of trees turn into parallel buildings of a town. Street lights illuminate the inside of the car and she could almost see every knit-knack that was on feature through the shop windows. An exhausted huff escapes as she turns to look at her brothers through the rear view mirror. They both had solemn faces. Sam was looking through the window too, watching the black scenery pass by in a flash. Dean kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tense. He wasn't angry, just disappointed, and (Y/n) understood the reason. Sam was going home.

        Dean turns down a street and slows to a stop. It was vacant as it was a few nights ago, but uneasiness settled in (Y/n)'s stomach. Something wasn't right to her. Sam opens the passenger side door and is greeted by the silence of the neighborhood. He pushes the door closed and looks in at his siblings. 

          "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam suggests.

         "Yeah, all right." Dean replies nonchalantly. 

          "Bye, (Y/n)," Sam says, before turning to leave.

          "Sam!" Dean yells out. Sam whips around quickly. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

          "Yeah."

           Dean looks down at the steering wheel before slowly driving away. (Y/n) watches as Sam turns into a tiny speck until the building could no longer be seen anymore. The anxiety in her core rises to a boiling point and she begins to bite at her lip. Paranoia installs itself in her head and she begins to look back consistently, almost expecting to see a horrifying figure chasing after them with her mutilated brother in its clawed hand.

         "Dean," she finally cries out, startling her older brother.

           "Yeah?" He questions, glancing at her.

           "We need to go back," she said. Dean gives her a confused look.

            "Look, (Y/n), he is not coming with us. He's made-"

             "Dean, no-"

             "Listen, we can't force-" Dean raises his voice.

            "Something is not right!" (Y/n) yells.

           Dean slows his driving. "What do you mean?"

          "When we dropped Sammy off, something felt off to me. It was like something was there that wasn't supposed to be there."

  "I felt it too," Dean professes after a moment. He suddenly swerves  the Impala back around and pushes on the gas.

             It didn't take long before they returned to the complex. Dean jumps out of the car and runs up to the entrance. "Stay in the car," he shouts out to his sister, "if something happens, you know what to do!"

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         Flashing lights circled the place like a disco party. (Y/n) stood by Sam as he loads up a gun. A grim look was on his face; he wouldn't even spare her a glance. Dean walks up from the side of the car. A long silence falls between the siblings as (Y/n) and Dean stare at Sam expectantly.

            "We got work to do," Sam contends, before throwing the gun back in the trunk and slamming the hood shut.