#genshin ei

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#35 The Moms

Wanderer: I don’t have a crush on Y/n!

Wanderer: They're just someone I stare at and like and when they're not here it ruins my day!?!

Ei,Yae Miko & Nahida:...

Nahida"The Good Mom"*Looks at the Two*I blame you two for this...He is so emotionally constipated because of you two

Ei & Yae"The Deadbeat Mom duo": Ah-

[tricksrabbit]

Art by @hyeonwook9

[https-furina]

— in another lifetime ! ★ | edition: archons, version 1.0

ft. venti, zhongli & ei x fem!reader

content. heavy angst, mentions of alcohol, death, blood, details of injuries, illness. refers to their story lore. spoilers for inazuma’s archon quest.

✉️ mail received! sender: venti

you had every ounce of reason to believe that the boisterous bard was in fact not a mortal. he knew mondstadt like the back of his hand - i mean seriously, do all bards recite the crevices of a cliff face the way that he does? - and even drunk he could blabber for hours on mondstadt’s history, occasionally mentioning things that were not public knowledge.

therefore you knew you’d be swallowing yourself into a mess when you fell head over heels for that playful giggle, the lingering taste of wine on his lips between kisses and how he always seemed to reassure you so perfectly - regardless of whether you worshipped the archon of anemo or not (he doesn’t mind anyways!)

you remember the day that he finally gave up his secret well. it was carved into your memory the same way venti had every inch of his country burned into his mind, the rocks, the lakes, the trees he rustled with familiar, warm breezes as you walk under them. you’d been ill for months, seeking help from a multitude of doctors to try pinpoint exactly what was wrong - it turns out you didn’t have long left to live. in a bout of emotion, venti exposed his true identity to you underneath windrise, not far from a statue of his own person.

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a gasp falls from your lips, another coughing fit shaking your body as venti perches himself down beside you on the picnic blanket, his hand rubbing your back warmly. you flash him an appreciative smile, to which your boyfriend returns as he presses a kiss to your head. weakly, you raise a tissue to your mouth as you continue to cough, as if something is stuck in your throat.

it’s becoming harder to breathe and when that lump in your throat finally hacks up, the white tissue in your hand stains a bright red. venti’s eyes notice it before you do, the hairs on the back of his neck standing in a panic as his breath hitches - no, you couldn’t possibly be leaving him this soon?

it was as if celestia was mocking him for falling in love with a human in the first place. a mortal with an archon? a concept so amusing in the eyes of those who live forever. it was bad enough falling for you knowing you too would leave him one day but it was even more of a stab to his chest when you were ill with mere months left.

“windblume?” venti whispers, concerned when you don’t respond straight away. your breaths are staggered, weak and wheezing somewhat. it feels like your lungs are filling with liquid, drowning out your vital organs as you become dizzy. your vision is darkening, static around the edges as you look over at your boyfriend.

he’s crying; rivers of precious, glittering tears are dancing down pale cheeks as he stares at you in fear. there’s no reassuring him now. you know that venti has seen his fair share of death, you couldn’t lie to him in such a scenario.

“in… another lifetime, okay?” your voice cracks, you’re running out of oxygen when your chest tightens and constricts like there’s a heavy weight pressing on you, “i-i love you.”

“wait- no!” venti cries out, catching you as your body slumps forward, your eyes unblinking. he squeezes you close, burying his face into your shoulder when he can’t hear your struggled gasps for breath anymore, “i love you too…”

✉️ mail received! sender: zhongli

he figured he’d done a good job of hiding his status as an archon, especially when he tries to emphasise that he is retired - xiao will always send him a straight, deadpanned look in response to this that makes you giggle. you’d seen through it all, namely because you’d been familiar with xiao prior to meeting zhongli. you knew the last remaining yaksha well, on friendly terms.

you knew xiao wouldn’t just respond to anyone the way that he does zhongli. you’d seen first hand how the adeptus responds at the voice of the taller man - obedient and loyal. not to mention, you’d heard plenty of times when xiao stumbles on his words, referring to zhongli by his archon name before his cheeks flush and he stutters out his human name instead.

zhongli thought the idea of love mediocre. it never seemed to impress him - you suspected that there had been a past lover involved but neither xiao nor zhongli confirmed or denied your suspicions. you also knew however that zhongli had every right not to return your feelings. what would an archon ever want with a human anyways?

but the benevolent turned archon cracked under your smile and contagious energy, admitting that he was an archon the same night he had said his true feelings out loud into the night of guyun stone forest - where he had taken you to delve into liyue’s history. it was a personal favourite activity to do with you, your eyes glittering whenever he’d speak of events long ago.

sadly, zhongli knows that he had delved too deep into too many scenarios for his own good, trusting the fatui within liyue at what cost?

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guyun stone forest was as peaceful as ever, the waves rolling up the sand beaches in melodies you wished you could paint on a canvas. zhongli knew you particularly loved this spot - he’d offered to take you to jueyun karst this evening but you was hellbent on coming back to guyun stone forest, a harsh reminder of the archon war to the tall male.

yet as peaceful as it was, a solace that the two of you would cherish any other day, there was the struggled gasps of your breath that broke the silence, meshing with the crash of waves and the whip of the wind on liyue’s coastline.

golden eyes stare at you, panicked and dilated as he takes in the way your blood is staining your attire, painting it red in the shade of jueyun chilis - would he ever look at the specialities of his own country the same again? let alone the location that he held the most memories at, especially with you, the only one he’d truly let close again?

“zhongli?” you whisper, watching the way he’s clutching his polearm with such vigor, brandishing it in anger after having fought off your attackers. if he wasn’t wearing his gloves, you’d see the way his knuckles are turning white.

“how are you feeling? does it hurt?” his polearm clatters to the stony pebbles of the beach you stood on, the very pebbles that are splattered in blood - not just yours but of numerous fatui lackeys zhongli had put to rest in your defence. he rushes to your side, gloved hands cupping your face as he makes you look up at him.

“it burns, li,” you wince, breathing is starting to hurt. it’s starting to take its toll paired with the blood loss zhongli knows he can’t stop, “i’ll be waiting for you in our next lifetime.”

zhongli grimaces at your words, not willing to grasp the concept of you dying yet - no, he possibly couldn’t. he was prepared for much longer time with you, he couldn’t have it cut so short. but he watches the way the sparkle is dying from your eyes, chapped lips parted as shallow breaths leave them.

“perhaps, then we will get this whole thing right, my love,” he reassures, a hand falling down to your waist when your knees buckle weakly under you, protecting your fragile body from the stones below, “i love you, y/n, always.”

✉️ mail received! sender: ei

following the traveler’s escapades in inazuma, ei wandered inazuma city many days to bask in the sunlight she hadn’t seen in decades. she’d hang around a particular café, one where you worked as a waitress delivering cups of hot matcha to tables of smiling elderly couples, dying old together until their last days. ei would sink deeper into thought whenever she saw you, some days even managing to run into you when you wasn’t working - it truly was accidental!

you would be a fool to not recognise her as inazuma’s archon, to which you do. she knows this when you respond to her in polite, formal gestures and yet you never fear her. you never cower in her presence or shake and shiver. it’s a peace she had yet to experience in her time out of the plane of euthymia.

when she announces her feelings to you, under the dazzling, colourful displays of naganohara fireworks in a quiet spot of tenshukaku’s gardens, she makes it clear that you will leave this realm of existence before her - without her. you do not fear this idea either, the same way you do not fear her. ei finds it courageous that you do not fear death as others around her do.

you do fear her capabilities as an archon, the destruction she can cause in mere seconds and the enemies she makes in the blink of an eye but ei never meant for it to turn out this way, they were her enemies to deal with, not yours.

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“ei…?” her name falls from your lips within seconds of your attack, a red river trickling from the corner of your mouth as ei lowers you to the grass below, kneeling at your side as she holds you close in her arms.

“shh, my dear, it is okay.” ei coos, raising a shaking hand to brush her thumb against your cheek, collecting tears yet to fall from your eyes although she can see them sparkling in rhe moonlight. thunder roars over head, lightning flashing around you in the midst of ei’s anger and worry.

it is the first time she has seen you so fearful with eyes wide as you choke on your own blood, coughing it up. it splashes onto her pale skin but she does not react, watching you helplessly as her grip on you tightens.

“this is it, isn’t it?” you ask with a raspy voice, a single tear rolling down your cheek that ei wasn’t quick enough to wipe away in time. ei flashes a sad smile down at you, not wanting to say the words you crave to hear.

“you belong with me - you know that, yes?” she suddenly states, her voice firm but there’s a slight waver in her tone, “maybe in another world or lifetime but i know you belong with me.”

you choke on a sob at her words, succumbing to your injuries as they burn and sting, red drops of blood dripping to the ground below and staining blades of grass. ei presses her lips to your head in a silent reassurance, knowing that nothing she could say would bring you calm now. nothing would bring you the divinity you feel when the two of you would sit under a shared parasol in tenshukaku’s gardens or wandered in the shallow waters of inazuma’s coastlines barefooted.

ei keeps her lips pressed to your clammy skin until your sobs and cries of how painful it is subdue, leaving her with your lifeless body in her arms. only then does the woman cry, screaming out into the night sky in a battle with the thunder - who truly felt more anger in that moment? she wails, wondering if she’ll ever live without the ones she loves getting taken from her so brutally.

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[strawberrycrushes]

"Ei..." You mumble softly, letting the back of your fingers graze her cheek. "Ei, I'm sorry. Please cheer up now. Haven't you been upset for long enough already?"

Meanwhile your girlfriend huffs and turns her head, swatting away your hand pettily.

"Ei," You chuckle, "It was an accident, I swear."

Ei whips her head around with a pout on her face. "How can it be an accident? I wrote my name on the box!"

You give her an apologetic smile. The Fontainian treats she had been looking forward to enjoying, it was true that you finished them off, but... "I'm truly sorry Ei, you know I am, but the box only had three sweets left. I didn't think you'd mind this much."

Ei bit the insides of her cheek. Saying it aloud like that really did make her seem quite childish. But still! Those were limited edition, and she was planning on savouring each and every bite.

Nonetheless, she thought as she stole a glance at you, perhaps you had been apologetic enough.

"I will forgive you." Ei begun, but raised a finger up just as your face was about to blossom into a bright smile. "On one condition."

You looked at her curiously, "What condition is that?"

"You have to bake me your brownies again." She spoke resolutely and you blinked. "That's it?"

Ei nods, "I have judged your crimes to be of little consequence in the grand scheme and have as such, decided to let you off with a light sentence." She says grandly and you smile.

"My god truly is merciful." You kiss her hand.

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The next time Ei finds you, you're hard at work in the kitchen and she feels a bubble of guilt surface inside of her. Her demand for your hand baked treats seemed fair while she was giving it out, but now that she thinks about it, don't you have to work super hard to make things like that?

Having no experience when it comes to these matters, the efforts behind these common, menial tasks were rarely on the forefront of her mind. So when she saw your focused expression, the impulsivity of her foolish display caused her cheeks to flush deeply.

She approached you from behind and wrapped her arms around your waist, hooking her chin on your shoulder.

"Dear..." She gently grabs your hand and your attention altogether, "I apologise for my...less than appropriate behaviour earlier. You don't have to actually go through with this. I was being ridiculous."

Your eyes widen before a sweet expression dawns your face and you shake your head helplessly, resuming your prior actions. "I'm making these for you because I want to, not because you 'ordered' me to or something. Seriously, you have such ridiculous worries at times Ei." You chuckle and lightly flick her nose, causing her to scrunch her face. "Even still, I should at least help out right?"

You pause.

"Ei...the last time you helped out you burned the kitchen halfway through. And that was when I asked you to boil water for me."

Ei straightens her back as her pride prickles, "I have no idea what happened there. I looked away for barely a second and then..."

You laugh and press a kiss to the bridge of her nose. "It's alright, the incident was hilarious enough to make up for itself in any case." You sigh, relaxing against her hold as your movements slow down.

Ei had always been someone quite self conscious of her actions. It was difficult to nurture her pride and inexperience alongside one another, especially since her skill was really only deeply rooted in the battlefield. Even despite that fact she still tried to handle you with love unfamiliar to her, spoiling you to no end with gifts and affection galore. Her efforts always made your heart skip a beat, yet as her lover you were not immune to the urge of spoiling her as well.

"Ei." You suddenly cupped her face, catching her momentarily off guard as you kissed her, "Don't worry about me so much. This is a small thing, and I want to do it for you." You speak firmly in such close quarters that Ei feels a sense of warmth blooming from inside her, causing her legs to go light.

Suddenly you remove Ei's arms from yourself and walk her out of the kitchen.

"Now shoo." You tease, "I have work to do. Come back to me in say...half an hour more. I'll be done by then I'm sure."

Ei turns around, "But-"

"No buts." You finish off with a laugh, cupping your face with her hand. "I want to treat you. I ate your sweets so it's only fair that I pay you back with something sweet in return. Unless..." you trail off ominously, "You're saying that you actually just don't want them."

"No!" Ei's eyes widen and you laugh at how quickly she changes her tune. "I'll let you get to work." She straightens up and dusts off her clothes, quickly walking off.

Archons you loved that woman.

[saki-19]

Art by Nandemo creative

[komatose]

abandoned before being given a name

he makes me want to cry so hard

[tnsophiaonly]

Unaware.

The land of eternity, Inazuma. Its archon was the God of Eternity, Raiden Ei. Everyone was aware of that.

Out of all 7 nations, why were you dropped there specifically?

Because it is eternal.

Ei, out of everyone, had a strange connection with you. Despite the knowledge that you weren't the one who created them by hand, but the one who gave them life... Therefore, the same united connection and the inability of the Creator to be in Teyvat. She had a special connection with you.

That was a knowledge she has found out the moment she faced the Traveller, when she met you.

Even at that brief conversation, when she first conversed with you in millennials. She could tell—no, feel a different kind of connection with you.

A connection that's far different. A connection that makes her special.

They say that the creator inhabits human vessels that are capable of adapting to them, to communicate with their subjects as their presence might cause the end of Teyvat. The world was like a void when their creator wasn't there, no sense of life or anything, as if Teyvat has reached finality.

But unlike everyone, Ei could feel you. And unlike everyone, you would always be apart with Ei because that's just how it is with The Ruler and Creator of Teyvat.

There's a specific reason why Teyvat dropped you at Inazuma. For Inazuma is the Land of Eternity. And you are the only one who is able to end said eternity.

The creator had a chance to know and to never know, because it is all connected in one place and because they will never be allowed to be at Teyvat.

The mere presence of the creator at Teyvat, at Inazuma, was a hole in the entire reality.

Hence the opening. Hence the gateway to heaven or paradise.

Hence the gateway to your world.

[ventique-genshin]

Family

Posting an old art because my ‘what if’ brainrot is strong today

[ikebo-simp]

Have you ever seen those dishes where you put them back together with gold glue, so that after they're fixed you can see all the beautiful lines were the cracks used to be?

Imagine that, but as a SAGAU Imposter au

I think this could go two ways:

One, nothing really special, but every scar you get is golden

Two, depending on how you die, a scar will appear, a beautiful reminder of how you died

Like if you died because Ei struck you with lightning, you would have a shimmering lightning strike dancing across your skin

I think it would be cool if it stacks too, but no one knows until it's too late

Imagine the first time, you get pierced through by Venti's arrows, you gasp wake up and you trace the newly formed scars on your chest.

Next, you die by Zhongli's spear, slashing across you chest, jolting awake, you can see another scar joining the previous

The cycle continuing until someone kills you with beheading and they see the golden scar surrounding your neck

They bend down and repent, but the damage is done

Everytime you change or show your scars, they have to be faced with the hauntingly beautiful consequences of their actions

Also I think this plus wearing a backless shirt, would be so pretty and make the acolytes miserable

A/N The plates are so pretty

Thanks for Reading

[hsr-texts]

HELLOOO!!! i mightve been prepareing to send this request for a while... but what if Aeons chatting with archons?? Like zhongli and qlipoth, lan with ei, ect... If thats okay ofc! ＼（´♡｀）／

✎ archons n aeons

❥ new messages from :: zhongli, qlipoth, ei, lan, nous, nahida, furina, aha

❥ notices :: heavy disclaimer that this is purely crack content so the characterisation is a lot more silly than their actual characters.

❥ tags :: @donaldthrts ☁️ @ashhh-14 ☁️ @missotaku34 ☁️ @junyueyin ☁️ @ablondehoe ☁️ @windstrikenbard ☁️ @reilly34 ☁️

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#51 The Start

Au...Divorced!You filed a Divorce from Ei(Leaving Inazuma), And you took Kunikuzushi in the separation...and now are RE-married to the Venti...

Y/n: Kuni, stop using my bikini to catapult oranges at your dad!

On the front porch, water and bubbled soap begin seeping out from under the front door

Y/n: What the...?-KUNI! When I told you to clean your room, I didn't mean to put everything in the washing machine!

Cut to the interior of the house, we see things from Nicole's point of view as she climbs the stairs

Y/n: Oh, not a moment's peace around here. Oh, where is he now?

You then open the bathroom door, where you then find grape soda in the bathtub, overflowing onto the floor

Y/n: Kuni! Why is the bathtub full of soda?!

Venti: He must have been trying to make some kind of amazing homemade jacuzzi. I think it's important to encourage the creativity of a child because-

Y/n: It was you, wasn't it?

Venti*Peers out from behind shower curtain* Yes

You sigh and close the door, look down at the ground, then to your right, where you find grains of both sand and snow leading to Kunikuzushi room

Would you guys like this to be a thing?...

[tricksrabbit]

Art by @usa_chins

https://twitter.com/usa_chins

[tomiyeee]

exploring inazuma

[bl4cktourmaline]

☔ . 風鈴 — your secret admirer ft furina & raiden ei

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : x is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : First Meet[Desert edition] w/ Furina & Raiden !

✿ — ♯ GENRE : Fluff/Platonic

✿ — ↠ NOTE : Wowie, my second(?) time writing Raiden !! For this fic, it'll be ei as the shogun doesn't like sweets ^^

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ♭ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ... : @reilly34

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Furina & Raiden x reader

☔ . 風鈴 — Furina

𝅘𝅥𝅯 You were an immigrate from Inazuma, who had recently reach the borders of Fontaine. You've heard stories of Fontaine selling many sweet pastries and always wanted to try it for yourself.

𝅘𝅥𝅯 Which was why when Inazuma first opened its' borders again, you immediately set sail to Fontaine.

𝅘𝅥𝅯 Upon arriving, you immediately went to check out every store while admiring the court of Fontaine as it looks nothing like Inazuma at all.

𝅘𝅥𝅯 Now you were in a forest, trying to see if you could make any new recipes with Fontaine's specialties to attract more customers. Which was when you encountered a white-haired girl...

You were currently traversing in the forest near Opera Epiclese to find ingredients. You heard that Bulle Fruit would be a great addition to be added into your recipe, as it was said to be sweet and refreshing.

Based on your brainstorming of innovating new recipes, you thought of using Bulle Fruit to make your deserts feel really refreshing to help cool a customer down or to sweeten things up a bit more healthily for people who have a big sweet tooth.

You also thought of trying to gather some Marcotte's too as they have a rich scent and you've seen Fontainians use them inside food recipes like "Consomme Purete" or "Seabird's Sojourn". However, unlike those recipes which are suppose to be meals. You were going to use Marcotte's to decorate your deserts instead.

"There we go.. I think that should be enough ingredients for now.."

You mumbled to yourself after picking out the last Bulle Fruit from the tree. You placed the fruit into your bag and began counting your gathered goods.

54 Bulle Fruits and 29 Marcottes..

That should be enough to do some test runs and batches to sell. You quickly made a fire and began baking to test out if your recipe needs any adjustment and is safe.

After some time went by, your pastries have finished baking and smelt really good. Which made you check the criteria of it being appetizing. Just as you were about to decorate and do the presentation of the cake..

"Ya..!"

You turned around to see a hilichurl standing right behind you. It seems like your cake caught unwanted attention..

"Ya, Odomu buka guru-guru.. Mi kucha.."

Before the hilichurl could say anymore or worse, attack you. You quickly slain the enemy down and watched it's ashes slowly fade away.

RUSTLE RUSTLE

You quickly swing your sword to where the sound came from. Only to halt when you realised it wasn't a hilichurl again.

"EEEK!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that"

You quickly retracted your sword and held a hand up to the fallen girl on the ground. She had white hair with blue streaks in a jellyfish hairstyle. As well as really pretty heterochromia eyes.

The girl quickly took your hand and got up to her feet again.

"Ehem, that is a felony! I'll have you know I could throw you to the gardes anytime for that misconduct towards me!"

"Ahaha.. Sorry about that. I thought you were a hilichurl.."

"Excusez-moi?! I'll have you know I'm more fabulous than those-"

"Ah no no! You mistook what I meant. I was attacked by a hilichurl earlier.."

You bashfully replied. Feeling embarrassed about this encounterment..

"I'll let you slide just for once. Anyways, I came over here cause there was a delightful smell that I wanted to investigate about. Could it perchance came from you?"

"O-oh! Yeah that was from me.. I didn't expect the Marcotte to work that well to attract this much attention here.."

You replied, lifting up your batch of cake to let this white-hair girl see.

"I-Is that cake?! ..Though I've never seen this before in Fontaine.."

"Ah, that's because I made the recipe myself! It's suppose to be a pastry to make someone feel refresh after a long day. I haven't tested it out yet so I'm not sure if it'll make the consumer feel that way.."

"Well then, allow me to do the testing!"

You cut a piece of the cake and used your mixture of cream you made earlier to quickly decorate the cake before giving it to her. Which she immediately took a bite out of.

"..."

"Well.. How is it..?"

"Its' taste is quite astonishing! It is exactly how you described it. Tell me where is your bakery in Fontaine?!"

"Ah about that.. I haven't opened my business in Fontaine yet. I came from Inazuma.."

"That explains your outfit hm.. Well then."

The white hair girl did a twirl before putting a hand on her chest while doing some exaggerated movements.

"From here onwards, I, Folcalors, will give you a place in Fontaine to set up your business for free. In the return of this oh-so generous act of mine. You would have to provide me with some of Inazuma's delicacies once in a while."

'Wait.. Folcalors?!'

"W-wait you're the archon of this nation?!"

"Indeed, however as my future provider of sweets. You shall address me as Furina. As part of our business I'll be taking this sample of yours~"

While Furina was happily walking away with your first batch of baked goods. You were going through a slight mental breakdown for pointing your sword on a god..

☔ . 風鈴 — Raiden Shogun

∞ You were an immigrate from Fontaine coming over to Inazuma. Hoping to try and sell pastries from your nation.

∞ You decided that Inazuma is probably the best way to start a business, considering the nation had open its' borders again and that the people living inside haven't tried other delicacies apart from their own!

∞ Upon entering, you decided to check out pastry shops out first as you always enjoyed sweet treats and will give you some inspiration to make your own recipes! That was when you first met a purple-haired girl, who was trying out their Dango Milk with a really scared owner in front of her.

∞ However, already seeing her about to milk the store dry with nothing left to sell. You decided to step in..

You were settling in Inazuma, trying to see where you could potentially open up your own bakery filled with Fontaine's and other regions delicacies. You turned left and right only to see every store to be taken and not up for rent.

You sighed as you decided to give up the search for now to go and get some Inazuma specialties to try and make up your own recipes that may attract Inazuman's to come and try out your future stall..

Only for your train of thoughts to be disrupted.

"H-here's another one!"

You looked up to see a frantic person being frightened by a purple-haired girl's presence.

It seems like she really likes those bottled drinks. You went to the store to look at the drinks and pastries which were really different from all the sweet things you tried.

There was a triple rice ball looking things on a stick while the drinks the women enjoyed were on a lower shelf.

The drinks were labelled as dango milk which was a completely new thing to you. What even is a 'dango'?! Before you got lost in thought again. You saw the women picked up another dango milk to drink over and over.. Till there was only two bottles left. She was milking the store dry!

That was when you decided to save the owner from this mishap..

"Hey, I've seen you drank at least 7 of these bottles. Are they really that good?"

You asked. Only to get the store owner and some passerbys to look at you in terror, which you sweat-dropped about.. What is so terrifying about communicating...

"Hmm? Ah yes, I find them to be quite the delicacy and delicious. It's like a sweet porridge. Here, it's on me"

She said before picking one of the last two bottles to hand it to you to try. You opened the bottle and began drinking it. It was.. Sweet and just like how she had said it to be. It felt like you were eating instead of drinking.

"Mm.. This is pretty good. It's way different from the other nations I visited.."

Coming over was the right choice after all. You got to try something really unique. Only.. What could you do with this information? Milk Macarons?

..No that would be disgusting.

"Ah the other nations. I haven't travelled to any of them in a long time.. I wonder how are their deserts now.."

"Oh? I could totally whip you something up from Fontaine! I was actually trying to find a place to set up my business but that can wait for now. We should probably go somewhere else so I could bake in peace.."

"That'll be delightful. I do know a spot where we won't disturb the others and is quiet."

She said, as she started strolling in another direction. You quickly trailed behind her.

After some time, you both reached your destination. You quickly whipped up 'La Lettre a Folcalor' for the fine lady to try, which you were quite proud of being able to bake.

Once it was finished with its decoration for presentation. You gave it to the purple-haired women to enjoy.

You did see her eyes lit up for a moment before finishing the entire plate.

"I see that Folcalors has a cake named after her.. Maybe I should follow her lead and have one named after me as well.."

The women pondered. Before you could ask what she meant by that she spoke again.

"Ah pardon my manners, may I get your name?"

"It's [name]! Could I get yours?"

"[Name]... Thats a pretty name. You can call me Ei, but the people knows me as the Raiden Shogun"

...Wait..

"You're.. THE Raiden Shogun?! Her Excellency, the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, God of Thunder?!"

You have never said a sentence that fast in your life.. If you knew you were baking for a god you would've bought fresh ingredients first..

"Yes, anyways I remembered you said you were trying to set up business. How about setting up in Tenshukaku? I could help promote your stall."

You didn't know if you should faint from this encounterment later..

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Regret, Guilt and Anguish- Zhongli

Sequel to 'Of Flowers and Death'

featuring:- Zhongli, sister!Ei, reader [name] warnings:- angst, hurt no comfort, a few slaps from Ei to Zhongli a/n:- This was a request from an anon, so nonnie, I hope you like it!

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“Chirp, chirp, chirp!” Birds flaw about happily as Zhongli walked down a familiar path, heart clenching as he looked at one of the houses. The guilt and grief he felt was immeasurable, to the point he hadn’t even protested when the Traveler set off to Sumeru, merely wishing for her safety and success. Why? Why did you have to die? He had barely recovered from Guizhong’s death with your help, before you too left him, shattering him into pieces all over again. And who would help him to rise from this night again?

His attention was drawn to a bird chirping angrily at the footstep of a house that was starting to look old . That bird was an exotic bird, imbued with electro, carrying a roll of paper with it. He walked over to it and bent down to take the paper, seeing that the recipient of those letters would not open the door ever again. His eyes widened as he went through the contents of the letter sent by Ei.

“Dear [name],

Did you safely reach Liyue? Why have you not been responding lately? Are you that busy? [Name], I’m getting worried. Please, send me a letter soon, even if it has just a few words. I won’t mind. Just let me know that you’re alright, and I’ll leave you in peace for a while. I am anxiously waiting for your letter, so please don’t forget.

With love,

Raiden Ei."

Zhongli’s breath hitched as he dropped the paper. He’d been so absorbed in himself that he completely forgot about your sister. How… how would he tell Ei that her dear sister would never reply to one of her letters again? It would be most rude and cold to merely inform Ei about your passing through a letter. Perhaps he should go to Inazuma himself to tell her, now that the Sakoku Decree had been lifted a few months ago.

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“What…” The violet-eyed female in front of him whispered, staring at him like he had grown two heads. She shook her head. “This is a joke, right? You’re just joking. Last I’d seen her a few weeks ago, and she was well and healthy. There’s no way she could be- be-” Her voice cracked at the end, unable to see it. Zhongli, or Morax, didn’t respond, he merely stared at the floor in regret. Anything he said now would trigger Ei, send her off the edge. She didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve this. 

“Morax?” She murmured in a voice less than a whisper. “Is… is it really true?” Zhongli had told Ei all the details about your end, omitting a few things at the end though. Now he responded only with a nod, unable to talk due to the choking feel in his throat. (dw he wont get hanahaki he has to live to suffer). A multitude of emotions could be seen swirling in Ei’s eyes- grief, sorrow, anger, rage, disbelief, fear; it was all there. Staring at him with wide, shell-shocked eyes, she slowly collapsed to her knees, staring blankly forward, ears ringing in the silence. First Kitsune Saiguu, then Makoto, and now [name] too? You had been so full of life the last time Ei saw you. But now… She was all alone. How did she not even know about your hanahaki? Why did you hide it from her, making her believe everything was great?  What was the point of her pursuing eternity, if she couldn’t even protect the ones she loved?

A loud sound echoed throughout the room. ‘Slap!’ Ei had unsteadily gotten to her feet, and landed a harsh blow across Morax’s face. ‘Slap!’ Another. She didn’t care that he was older and more powerful than her. What she cared about was that he was the reason you were dead. Another slap echoed throughout the room, and another. Ei didn’t stop. He was the reason her sister was dead, and Ei was releasing all of her fury and grief on Morax, and he… He silently stood there with his head bowed, silently accepting all the sharp blows that made his jaw ache. Because her anger towards him was completely justified- it was all his fault.

He had to go back to Liyue with a heavy heart. And he knew, he knew that he would never recover from this.

I'm sorry, this was really short but the idea has been living in my head since the time you sent in the ask, i hope you liked it!

[pristine-rose]

Lone salvation

⊹ characters : ei, tartaglia (separate)

⊹ synopsis : those who are not tainted should be idolized (or, in which you have the simple life they wanted to live)

⊹ warnings : NSFW, themes of devotion, asphyxiation, choking, body worship, slight hero complex & manipulation

⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), no y/n usage, not beta read

guess who’s back :] this is for @eicrisis lie my love <3

⊹ RAIDEN EI

“Wait, don’t go…”

Her shoulders visibly tense when she feels your grip on her bare arm. You’re out of breath below her, chest heaving up and down in such a sinfully beautiful way that if she knows if she slips for just a second, she’ll fall forever.

“Please?”

Too see you whimper so desperately below her is so pure, almost so innocent compared to her own tainted self that it makes her want to choke those pleading eyes off of you. But she hesitates. You’re not those words; not pure, not innocent. But surely, your simple human life makes you better than she will ever be in this world.

The way you begged her to stay with just your eyes alone — she fears you’re too in love with a woman who is a murderer.

“I have work to do,” she simply tells you, eyes cold in contrast to the lovesick hues of purple she emitted just moments ago. Putting up with this routine was the only way to leave you in the dirt with no attachment to her.

But your hand remains; its grip gets tighter, even. Tighter until she’s pulled down by your force until her own back hits the bedsheets. Fuck. She holds back a whine when she feels your core hit her thigh. You’re still so wet from her fingers — Ei doesn’t even realize she’s leaning up just to catch sight of your strings of cum dripping down her thigh. The feeling of your private lips beginning to rock against her skin only left more and more shining spots on her leg.

“You never stay with me for more,” you quietly whined. Your hips trembled from the friction, like it was too much to keep going before you could even climax again. “I just want to please you, too.”

She sat up immediately, her chest meeting your own and her hand securing itself right under your chin. It held your face up; you had to case your gaze down just to meet her piercing stare. “What was that?”

“I want…” you muttered, her hand lowering to tighten on your throat, “to help you.” She scoffed at the plea — almost as if blasphemy. Who was the God, and who was the human? Who was the human to try and please the soul of a God who abandoned her people for centuries? Who was the God so lustful to lose control herself from this mere woman?

It took her a moment to notice your fingers tracing at the top of her thighs, yet her body trembled when she did. Even with her hand omg your throat, your pretty face still wanted more with her. “Please let me,” you whispered through shallow breaths, the pad of your thumb pressing once onto her clit.

She’s be lying if she said that didn’t send a jolt up her body — but when has she ever told you the truth?

Stupid. You were still so weak from your previous orgasm that she threw you down in no time. With your body back on the bed, her hungry lips were on your clit in seconds, abusing the bud like a starving animal. You immediately cried out from the sensitivity, your thighs thrashing in pleasure yet disapproval of her not letting you get your way. You wanted to be the one to pleasure her, and yet here she was, pumping her tongue into your soaking cunt just to taste more and more of you.

Your taste was so sweet; your attitude even sweeter. When she held down your thighs, the taste alone makes her wonder what it would’ve been like if you met her before everything happened. If she hadn’t gone driven through grief and insanity, then maybe now, she wouldn’t be between your legs. Maybe you wouldn’t have to beg her to stay.

Maybe this feeling now — this feeling as she sat up and scissored you roughly, this feeling as she finally felt pleasure against you — would give her a sense of emotion. But the way you absolutely tremble in shatters beneath her is a sight to drink in; and heavens, the feel of your slick against her own was addicting. Just seeing your lower regions get wetter and wetter the more she rutted was like a painting. The way you grip tightly on those sheets like you’re in love with her, like just being with her is not going to fuck up your entire life as a simple human. She feels like the shittiest person for being the one you choose.

It’s the first time she came; for you, maybe your fourth. But when you fall fast asleep after she’s done with you, only then, when she’s cleaning, does she feel guilt.

⊹ TARTAGLIA

“Please, it’s done” — muttered pleads spilled from your lips.

Those lips which he bit and bruised so haphazardly, those in which he silenced for the sake of hushing kisses piling more and more. “It was what I wanted, Ajax.”

“What you wanted?” he breaths through gritted teeth by your ear. His grip tightens at that — the roughest of fingers pressing right atop the bare flesh of your hips. They’re so calloused; so worn that you can practically feel each scratch of his battle-sworn skin against your body. “So what you wanted was a life like mine? Sworn to the fatui? Sworn to death?”

He pulls you right against his body with a mere flick of his wrist, and it’s almost like a reminder of how much strength he holds under the charismatic charm of a so-simple “Ajax.” He is anything, but that word, simple — he is not simple even in the way his scarred hands began to grope your hips and your thighs and everywhere he could. Even in this snowy Snezhnaya night, you could see the blatant contrast of your simple skin compared to his bruised and scarred canvas.

“You live this diamond life of peace and simplicity.” The wall is cold against your back, but it doesn’t make you shiver quite like the chill of his anger-laced words trailing down your chest so breathlessly. He’s so, so mad; yet so desperately in love when he drops to plant a kiss on the side of your breast, wasting no time to honor your body with needy sucks and bites on your nipples. “Your chest has never met the slash of a sword,” he speaks through narrowed teeth as they bite at the perk, “or the arrow of a bow. So why.”

A breath out for a simple answer. “For you.”

“I never asked you to join the fatui—”

“You’re so lonely…”

He only worships your body more at the sound of your reasoning — exasperated sighs of pleasure seep in as his hunger grows deeper, and his kisses stronger after he leaves a bruise on the underside of your breast. “It’s must be so lonely…” you continued, a whine escaping your throat he finally lowers to his knees and his lips make their way down, “to have no friends or family with you…” A kiss on your thigh, and you know you’ll be all his in a second. “I joined to carry your burden.”

His body shot back up like a spring, right hand racing to your throat.

“Have you even heard of the abyss?” he scoffed at you, cold eyes glaring down onto your mess of hair as if you were stupid and innocent. “Have you ever seen the fallen bodies of humans before? Have you ever been choked to near death by an abyss lector before?” With that, you felt the roughness of his hand suddenly press against your throat, his fingers squeezing upwards as you coughed out the air from your lungs. His eyes were trained on the skin of your neck, tracing the way it moved with his own hand.

“You’re going to throw you’re whole life away just to ‘help me’?” His other hand pulled up at your thigh, tears near forming at his roughness when you find your lungs barely with enough air and your leg now wrapped around his waist. You’re so easy access to him — he wastes no time in sliding his throbbing cock right against your soaking cunt. He slides so easily rubbing up and down your lips, then right up to hit your stomach with the length of him. He grimaces through his teeth when you writhe from the simple stimulation, seeming to almost twitch harder just at the sight of you.

“You have the life everyone in the damned fatui can only dream of,” he mumbles, but you can barely even hear him now when his tip finally pokes at the ring of your entrance. Desperate breathes — he almost reminds you of how dangerous the fatui really is. “But I was trying to protect you from that.” Right, because you’re the light in the hellhole of his life.

“And what do you do?” he says, hand finally reliving pressure from your throat. You gasped for air immediately, but crying out when your slumping body moved down to squirm at only half of his length inside you. “You go and waste your pretty face on the scum of the earth.”

He pulled your hips off the wall and towards his own, his dick sliding all into you so suddenly that you gasped. Archons, he was throbbing so much. It was pulsing in a way you hadn’t felt before; and with the way he himself was breathing so heavily, it was obvious that he, too, could feel it.

He cursed under his breath.

Gripping at your hips again, he lifted you back up and down on his cock again, moving his own body to match. He rocked into you with such anger in his eyes and groans — but you saw it, the way his legs trembled in what seemed like unbearable desperation. His member was so big, so much; he was so hard that it almost hurt to fuck you so rough. With your walls gripping against him, it was near torture to himself.

But by Gods, he swore — he swore he loves you so much. Being able to take pleasure from you like this was akin to a monster itself getting salvation from an innocent person. He’s never rammed into you this hard — even as your body began to collapse from how fast he was moving, even as he lifted your whole body up to pin and fuck you against the wall, he buried his face in your neck for some sort of comfort.

He’d best take advantage of it now, for the fatui will be relentless even more than when he is tearing inside of you.