Genshin College AU: Part 4

Genshin College AU: Part 4

Author's Note: This is my depiction on what I think Genshin characters would be like in present day college.

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🔥 Xiangling:

Xangling is one of the most talented cooks in the whole school. With only being a sophomore, the uprising chef already has a high reputation in the food industry. She’s a great influence within the Home Ec room, giving many tips on how to give recipes that Boom shaka-laka feeling.

She is very free-spirited with her time, usually finding inspiration within her friend group. Hu Tao’s quirky personality, along with Xingqiu’s mischievous nature, gives Xangling enough motivation to play around with her creativity. Surprisingly, the level headed Chongyun likes her cooking! Though, he needs a slightly different version of her spontaneous recipes due to his low heat-resistant pallet…

However, as great of a chef as the sophomore is, she sometimes runs into duds. One time, she was sponsoring a new sample that she was testing, and everyone in the cafeteria was more than excited to call dibs in trying the famous Xangling’s cooking. However, a bit too much Jueyan Chili was used in the small batch, and everyone had to be sent home because of stomach issues…

Xangling is great to go to when you need some flavor in your life! She’ll be more than happy to whip you up something, just making sure to tell her your preferences… who knows what she’ll put in there if not.

👻 Hu Tao:

Hu Tao is an interesting person to meet… While majoring in business, she also works closely within an occult club that may or not be run by her as well. The sophomore is an imaginative person, finding new stories to tell her fellow students. Itto has befallen her prankish ways too many times already, and it always ends with him screaming down the hall.

Venti likes to help with her goulish pranks when he can, usually coming up with a “historical” tale to go along with it. They’re a dangerous duo when this happens, and many of the students and teachers become anxious when they're seen together. As sneaky as Hu Tao is, she somehow managed to become friends with Teyvat college’s law major, Yanfei. The studious student finds Hu Tao’s pranks to be quite funny, as long as she’s not on the other end of them.

Hu Tao does very well in her classes, and many of the professor’s encourage practice outside of class. However, Hu Tao has a funny way of marketing her future business to the student body. There’s been many instances of her standing in a far corner of a populated area, rambling on how coffins are needed sooner or later. She tends to scare away a lot of the people.

Hu Tao may be an odd friend to have, but she’s very entertaining to watch. She’ll even let you in on her secret plans if you're lucky enough.

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.”

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?”

Genshin College AU: Part 3

Author's Note: This is my depiction on what I think Genshin characters would be like in present day college.

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🐶 Gorou:

The bubbly freshman is always looking for a way to improve himself. With the help of Beidou and Itto, he works hard on coming up with new strategies for his next game. In his downtime, you can spot him in the outdoor classroom with his bow in hand. Sometimes, He’ll have a friendly competition with his fellow archer, Yoimiya. No matter if he wins or not, he is happy to hang out with someone with the same interest.

From time to time, Gorou will get roped into tactic planning with Kokomi as she comes up with a new speech for her fellow orchestration team. He doesn’t mind it though; he likes to see what is coming up for the school and how he can help. During the afternoons, Kazuha will usually bring him some tea after basketball practice and they’ll chat at the picnic tables outside. On rare occasions, Junior Ayaka will join them, bringing along a bag of lemon cookies that Thoma helped her make.

As friendly as Gorou is with everyone, he can also get very flustered when put on the spot. One time, when helping the Poet’s Society collaborate with the drama club, one of the monolouger’s got sick. As a volunteer from the book team, Yae Miko recommended the role to Gorou. As much as he wanted to say no, Venti’s constant begging got him to cave. As soon as the spotlight landed on him on the dimmed out stage, he passed out right on the spot. After an hour of him remaining unconscious, the directors collectively decided to take the monologue out of the final performance. 

    Gorou is one of those friends that is easy to hang out with. No matter if it's shopping for a whole day or staying indoors eating packaged ramen, he's just content with being with you. If you ever need assistance on something, he'll try his best to help!

❄️ Kaeya:

Kaeya is one of those students everyone wants to be friends with. As one of the main influencers in the school, and as the captain of the tennis team, the senior male prioritizes his time on the younger levels. He feels it’s his responsibility to motivate and push the efforts of those below him, as if it was his final stance for the university. Much to the dismay of senior Diluc, many of the freshmen look up to his eccentric brother. On the off chance that he is not involved with the gym, Kaeya uses his smarts when called to the strategy planning meetings put on by Jean. 

Although he was selected as one of the leading officers on tactic blueprints for upcoming programs, he tends to procrastinate and mess around with Childe and Ayato. Kaeya is clever, fortunately, and knows his way around stressful situations he puts himself in. Bennett likes to mention often that Kaeya helps him with this problem too. Sadly, Kaeya doesn’t really use his witty nature when he really needs to, especially when it comes to being Albedo’s guinea pig.

“What’s the worst that can happen? I get sick?” He jokes when someone voices their concern about the upcoming biochemist, “If that does happen, I’ll use it to my advantage.”

As affable as Kaeya is, you can understand why many are confused when he brings up the asocial Rosaria into conversation. Most nights, they can be spotted hitting the town to grab a few drinks with some buddies. Honestly, maybe it’s not that surprising as you get to know them a little more…

Many students don’t question Kaeya’s words considering his great relationships with some of the council members. The senior uses the gullibility of the undergraduates in his favor, using that sultry voice of his to get what he wants. Kaeya is manipulative with his following, but it’s all light fun! It’s not like he would use the special born gift to be malicious, unless you’ve wronged him in any way… The only person who can catch on to Keaya’s lies is Albedo, but it’s not like he’ll do anything on the matter.

If you're looking for a good time, Kaeya is a good candidate! He knows many cool hang out areas that can distract you from the stresses of life. Hopefully you don’t mind him tagging along, he gets rather bored by himself.

⚖️ Keqing:

Keqing is the justice junior, making sure that everyone has equal chances when it comes to curriculum. She’s always on the move, whether it be traveling with the volleyball team or getting prepared for the next discussion put on by the debate team. It’s not surprising that the youthful girl went into civil law; she’s always finding ways to block up any wrongdoings that are going on around the school, even if one of the other student council members already looked into the situation multiple times.

You can find Keqing hanging out with Ganyu in the auditorium during the morning hours. She calls it a study session, but anyone can tell that’s the only time she has to spend with her close friend. As one of the board members sponsored by the school, she normally has to sit with the student council. During those times, she finds herself chit-chatting with Nigguang or Jean as the band blasts their introduction for the pep rally.

As caring as Keqing is for the student body, she can get a bit carried away when it comes to her duties. Once, when investigating a matter where someone was taking props from the theater closet for their own interest, she found Itto’s posse goofing around in the enclosed area. Though it wasn’t a huge matter, up to that point Keqing had a hard time finding the perpetrators. In her frustration, she took a few handcuffs featured in one of the performance bins and barred them to the shelving that was screwed to the cemented floor. She left them there until a teacher could officially reprimand them. 

Whenever there is a problem, Keqing is one the best people to go to. Though she can’t deal with everything personally, she’ll do what she can before handing the situation to someone trusting, like Yelan or Yanfei.

Someone doesn’t get along with the cavalry captain...

Author’s Note: This is a Kaeya blurb. No real story, just something I challenged myself to do. Inspired by the enemies to lover’s troupe; enjoy.

Warning: Sexual flirtation?? Also, there is one curse word.

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  “Well, well, well. Looks like we have a slacker on our hands,” The playful voice of the cavalry captain chuckles from behind you. You face away from your lunch, a deadpanned expression on your face.

  “I hope you’re not speaking to me,” You hiss as you stab at the salad on your plate, “Cause if you were, we’d have a problem. Don’t cause a scene, Captain Kaeya. It wouldn’t look good for you.”

  You could almost feel his roguish gaze on your back and a shiver goes down your spine. If Amber were here, it would be much easier not to fall into his tricks, however; she had to do a perimeter check. As the chair beside you slides away from the table, Kaeya sits himself down. He leans against his palm lazily as he watches the fork in your hand skewer at the lettuce leaves. His fingers slowly pluck the instrument from your grasp, and he takes a bite.

 “You know, salads aren’t really my thing. Too bland for my taste…” Kaeya speaks with a sigh, placing the silverware on the side of the bowl. “And here I thought you had a thing for meat.”

  “…And what’s so wrong with a simple salad?”

  Kaeya hums for a moment, tapping away at his chin. “I took you for a main course type of gal is all. It would be a shame if you wasted that pretty mouth on just a couple of greens.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Come with me to Angel’s Share tonight. You’ll see what I mean then.”

  “Like I’d ever-” Before you could say anything else, Kaeya’s thumb gestures along the bottom of your lip, and a soft smile takes place on his face. 

  “You had some sauce hanging there,” He replies nonchalantly as he gets up. “I’ll leave you to your lunch then. I’ll see you, say, by six?”

  “This doesn’t mean anything, you know? You’re still an annoying piece of shit.”

  “I never said it would,” The man calls from his shoulder as he walks away, “But it’s not like you are completely against it. Am I right about that, (Y/n)?”

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Please Don't be Mad

Paring: Dean x sister! reader

Description: The youngest Winchester decides to sneak out without her brothers knowing. However, something happens that she ends up having to call Dean.

Warnings: Slight angst, unwanted sexual attention

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    Dean woke up abruptly to his phone ringing. At first he thought it was his imagination and he closes his eyes to re-picture the girl he was having fun with in his dream. However, the wretched sound repeats itself, pounding into his head like a migraine. He felt around on the covers irately looking for his phone. A grumble leaves his lips as he throws his legs over the side of the bed. A soft glow lights up beside his feet and he could feel the vibrations through the floor as the device blares on with that infuriating ring. He picks it off the ground and answers without looking at the Caller ID.

        "What do you want?" He asks gruffly.

        "Dean," a girl cries from the other end, "please don't be mad."

        "(Y/n), what the hell? It's like 1:30 in the morning-"

         "Can you please pick me up?"

        "What are you talking about?"

        "I left the bunker without you or Sammy's permission."

        "Then I'm sure you can manage the problem on your own," he said after a short thought. He was about to hang up out of spite until his sister began to sob on the other end. "Alright," he sighs, "I'm on my way. Where are you?"

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        A smile reaches (y/n) Winchester's face as she looks around at all of the people. Music booms into her skull and neon lights paint the bodies of everyone in the room. The abandoned barn was quite claustrophobic and she had to be careful not to bump into any of the dancing duos.

        She will admit, she was nervous to come when the Gothic girl at the gas station told her about it. Mostly, it was because she's never really done anything without her protective brothers right in tow. Of course, She's been to places like this when her brothers wanted to relax, but she has never experienced it by herself.

        Although, her stomach continually tightens from the separation, excitement bubbles over that anxiety. She wanders around like a lost puppy, in awe with everything that her eyes cross, and finds herself at the snack bar. She grabs one of the plastic cups and fills it halfway with the red drink presented in the punch bowl.

        "Hey there," a boy says, coming up behind her. "Let's dance." His breath reeked of alcohol.      

        "No thank you," (Y/n) politely says, unwrapping his arms from her waist. She begins to leave until a force knocks her against the table. Her beverage falls to the ground, staining the rotten wood with a deep brown. 

        "That wasn't a question," the boy sneers into her ear. He begins to grind against her legs, laughing as he sees tears stinging at the edge of her eyes. "It'll be quick," he mumbles, his hot breath leaving goosebumps to run along her neck.

        "Leave me alone," (Y/n) yells and swings her fist into his nose. Blood specks around her knuckles and she notices the boy holding his face, red spilling between his fingers.

        Anger flares withing his eyes as he looks at her. (Y/n)'s body trembles under his gaze. She bolts towards the entrance, hearing the boy trail behind her as she races through the crowd. "You're dead-" His voice is muffled by the speakers.

        (Y/n) struggles to get her phone out as she makes it to the open double doors. She scrolls through her contacts as she races to the side of the barn. She traces along the wooden grey wall, dirt collecting on her finger tip. She decides to hide under a couple of planks propped against the barn and holds the phone to her ear. "Dean, please don't be mad."

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Headlights glare into (Y/n)'s hiding hole as the Impala pulls up beside the building. The young Winchester scurries out and walks over to the driver's side door. Dean didn't bother looking at her through the rolled down window; he kept his eyes ahead of him with a bored expression.

        "Dean, I-"

        "Just get in the car."

        The Impala soon rolls off the dirt path that leads out of the farmland. Dean turns onto the main road and passes a glance at (Y/n).

        "Mind telling me why you thought it was a good idea to sneak out?" Dean asks in a serious tone. His sister shrugs in return. "You don't know? Then why the hell did you do it? Do you know how dangerous that is- what if something happens and me or Sammy don't have any idea where you are! Have you thought about that?" Dean raises his voice.

        "Why can't you just leave me be," (Y/n) mutters, leaning against her palm and staring out the window.

        "What was that?"

        "Why can't you just leave me be." The girl repeats loudly, turning to face her brother.

        "Huh, I wonder why? We fight the Supernatural for a living, (Y/n). You know better than to ask that. It's for your safety."

        "It's not my fault I was born into this stupid family," She suddenly yells out. The car ride becomes thick with silence and Dean's anger could be felt, pulsating off his body in rapid waves. (Y/n) looks down at her lap in guilt. "I didn't mean that."

        "Sure you didn't."

        "It's just that, I never get to experience anything without you or Sammy being protective about it. I wanted to try something without being coaxed out of it."

        "Why bother calling then, if you wanted the 'experience'," Dean snaps sarcastically. 

        "I was scared..."

        "Scared of what?" Dean says with a dry laugh.

        "This guy, he tried... he tried to-" a sob wrecks up her throat as she tries to explain the situation that unfolded a few minutes prior. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do and y-you were the first person who I knew would come rescue me." A large hand falls unto her trembling one and traces along her palm in comfort. 

        "It's OK. you don't have to say anymore," Dean shushes. (Y/n) interlocks her fingers between his calloused ones and holds on tightly.

        "I won't do anything without you permission again," she whispers.

        "I know," he smiles softly, "and (Y/n)? Your grounded."