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reginrokkr · 3 months

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@apocryphis asked: " - truly a fascinating experience. It did make me wonder if the clay resulting from this process would be different, were one to use a different type of water to mix with the soil - and if so, would the resulting ceramic look, or feel different, to the human eye and touch? I did ask the instructor at the end of the class, but it seems my questions were a little too specific even for a person of their expertise." For how long exactly the hydro dragon has been recounting his (many and varied) experiences collected in one half day of holiday, only Dainsleif, unfortunate victim of his ramblings, would be able to tell. The lights of the harbour shine a warm glow against the beginning of blanket night on the other side of the bridge where sovereign and bough keeper have elected to meet and admire the celebrations - not too close to the bustling city, not too far either, so as to not miss the celebrations.

Had one not been aware of the circumstances surrounding them both, one might have wondered what, in the concept of ceramics, could light up such a spark of excitement on the respectable judge's eyes; or why the masked knight at his side would so patiently listen to his endless monologue. Monologue that, fortunately for the poor man, finally comes to a halt, the other seemingly reminded of something important. "I tried my hand at a few trinkets during this class. Knowing that I would meet you here, I took the liberty of... experimenting a little bit." From one of his bags (with no comment or explanation yet offered as to how he had ended up with three of his travel companions' cargo), the Iudex extracts a small package, neatly wrapped to protect it during any travel. Upon opening it, Dainsleif will find a brooch, shaped and painted to elegantly replicate a lumidouce bell - Fontaine's very own flower of partings and, more importantly, reunions. A gentle, amused smile softens the sovereign's features. "You do not have to wear it." He chuckles. "I simply thought it an amusing gift for the occasion."

Neuvillette lets his gaze return to his dear companion's features, as he gives him a moment to decide what to do with his new trinket, inquisitive without scrutinising, only looking for reasons to worry or to settle his concerns, while gloved hand moves on the railing of the bridge to cover Dainsleif's, fingers interlocking together. "I trust your mission in Chenyu Vale went well? I sensed a subtle change in the waters... I do hope everything went as you wished it would?"

Indescribable joy is ever contagious even within a mind that seldom basks in the blessing of positivity, the culprit to blame a dragon reborn in human skin. No matter if the Iudex may think he's enduring his monologue rather than enjoying the experience with him through his words, there is a prospect from all of this that gladdens Dáinsleif the most: for how long he has spent observing human demeanor to learn about them as an outsider, an intruder even to the race— Neuvillette is connecting with his own humanity. What bigger happiness is there than watching his eyes glisten with renewed yearning for the wonders he has missed of humanity?

Sapphire irises follow gloved hands, the renewed sight of all the cargo he has of others and not solely his bring a hint of amusement to roseate lips moments before curiosity etches on pale features as he's presented with a little trinket of his making for him. Dáinsleif has received in the past another equally of Neuvillette's making that even to this day he holds in highest esteem, part of him as it is and with lingering thoughts for him as they did on this special day where the Iudex of the Court of Fontaine allowed himself the inestimable timespan of half a day outside the nation he presides over.

How fitting. One flower for another.

Corners of celestial azures crinkle with glee at the sight of the little flower-shaped brooch, its finesse eligible to contest that of an artisan out of good will, wonder and excitement to learn. And, perhaps to the rex's surprise, Dáinsleif carefully attaches it to the lower lapel of stellar mantle he dons with pride no matter how much it sticks as a sore thumb from the rest of his garment aesthetic, close to his heart. ◜Amusing as you find it to be, it makes a lovely reminder for what's to come when distance is betwixt us again.◞ Of a reunion to look forward to, as he always does. Bough Keeper brings their interlocked fingers to his lips thereafter so he may place a loving kiss of gratitude before resting their hands on the railing of the bridge anew. ◜Thank you, ol Mph Arsl Gaiol.◞

Weren't for Neuvillette's insistence that he becomes part of his free day, perhaps Dáinsleif would've watched the Lantern Rite from the high peaks of Chenyu Vale at the culmination of his self-imposed mission to restore its jade lands back to normalcy, a success fruit of efforts and an understanding heart that even the most detached of illuminated beasts from humanity come to provide with respect and interest to comprehend his reasons.

◜About that...◞ Little did the Iudex know, this time it would be Dáinsleif's turn to host a monologue recounting his contact with a couple of adepti, conflicted sentiments even within creatures such as thus and a good ending to tell that those who dwell the Chenyu Vale will be grateful for centuries to come.

#apocryphis #◟༺✦༻◞ may your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊neuvillette → apocryphis.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ let luminous feathers dance under sapphire rain of justice┊dáinsleif × neuvillette.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊advent of ragnarök.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ when reason to be shines through. ┊aria of the celestials┊#Dain being silly enamoured with Neuvi to the point #of wearing that with pride even if it doesn't fit with his clothes?#more likely than you think #his happiness and smile for indulging him are worth more #than looking funny from now on

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 11 months

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It's over man, ugh, I don't know how to feel now...

CN has helped me through a tough time, I remember reading it while on the verge of tears to help me calm down and it'd work everytime. I loved trying to theorise what would happen and how they'd defeat Celestia, I loved reading Ajax and Morax's relationship throughout the story, the Xiao and all the other kids being absolutely enamored by Ajax, the elemental training and theories, the fight scenes, the angst, the fluff, the lines that would hit really hard, being able to feel what Ajax or the character whose pov we followed at that moment felt, everything was just wonderful.

I already miss it, I'm all teary now dangit-

Thank you so so so much for this fic, I can never say it enough times honestly, CN has always managed to bring a smile to my face, I'll probably need a bit to get over this. It really feels weird to think about, it's actually over... I'm in a bit of denial now. It was really nice to see everyone's side after everything ended, the archons still alive getting together for tea and snacks while waiting for the Pyro and Hydro archons to join them(Venti being alive and the fact that he was crying when he met up with Zhongli </3) along with Zhongli's little talk about the nursery rhime, The Tsaritsa just being so happy at seeing Ajax so soon and seeing him genuinely happy and her just engraving the Harbingers banters in her mind, Guizhong's joy at gaining a bigger family thanks to Ajax and her comparisons between how it is now and what could've been(AJAX SHOWING THE KIDS TOYS MEANS THAT HE THOUGHT AHEAD TO PUT TOYS IN HIS LIST FOR THE KIDS LIKE HELLO??? THAT IS ADORABLE), Xiao explaining how much Ajax means to him and him loving his family so much(his relief at Nadezhda choosing to stay with them). They really showed just how much of an impact was left by Ajax on everyone and I find that honestly so touching.

Just... Thank you once more, you have no idea how much I love you and this fic <333

h......... thank you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

always happy to deliver;;

#ilysm <3 <3 <3 <3

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cynicalmusings · 2 years

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Camille ‧ Wondrous Symphonic Orchestrator

Ardent Pursuer of Musical Enlightenment

“Music is a gift to be shared with everybody, no matter our differences nor tribulations in life.”

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◆ Camille

◆ Wondrous Symphonic Orchestrator

◆ Ardent Pursuer of Musical Enlightenment

◆ Hydro

◆ Canticum Cordis

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A wealthy composer from Fontaine, known for both his eccentricity and creativity.

(voicelines under the cut.)

Hello…

Why hello there, my good friend! I am Camille, a valiant pursuer in the most wonderful art of music. The whole world sings countless songs of your deeds. Come, let me compose a piece in your honour. Would you rather it be a concerto or a sonata? No… that is not nearly grande enough for a person of your magnificence… ah! I have it! For you, my friend, I shall compose an opera.

Chat: Sudden Inspiration

Oh. Oh, goodness. A wave of the greatest inspiration has struck me. I must make note of these ideas immediately…

Chat: Tunes

*humming* Ooh, my… that is quite the lovely melody. Now, where have I put my pen…

Chat: Discovery

Let us stop for a moment, my friend, and admire the splendour of our surroundings. I feel that there is a tune just aching to be discovered here…

When It Rains

The sound of raindrops upon the ground is akin to a quiet, rhythmical drumming… it is truly incredible how nature can form such effortless music, no?

On a Clear Day

Birdsong, the rustle of leaves in the trees, the wind whistling by… this reminds me of a piece I wrote once, in which the world was invaded by malicious sentient flowers who grew, deceptively beautiful, in the sun, waiting to spread their spores into the unsuspecting souls who picked them… To this day, I am very proud of that one.

When Thunder Strikes

Eek! I mean, uh— n-nothing to worry about, of course. Just a little lightning is all… although, it does remind me a little of a cymbal crash, wouldn’t you agree?

When It Snows

Is it not remarkable how each snowflake is perfectly unique, simply by nature? Almost like an instrument… not a single one is identical to another, yet each is so incredible in its own right…

Good Morning

My, how the sun breaks over the horizon, bringing with it such songs of joy! May this splendid day bring you much mirth.

Good Afternoon

The birds sing so beautifully, like the most skilled choir… I must compose something in the name of their wonderful songs. Oh, my good, wingéd friends, how your talent shines today…

Good Evening

The sun begins to dip in the sky, and everyone returns to their homes… when all other people are quiet, it is easiest to hear my own thoughts. Under the fading oranges of the setting sun, I will compose my latest concerto.

Good Night

Hush, now. Listen. Do not fear the dark, for the chorus of crickets is more than enough to fill one’s heart with joy. I wonder if there may be a way to recreate their most fascinating sound…

About Camille: Instruments

I play many instruments: no doubt enough to compile together a one-man orchestra. However, I find working with others is what truly makes the brilliance of music shine, and I would never dream to forsake another’s talent in the name of my own: for a composer is nothing without his instrumentalists, no?

About Camille: Violence

I do not much like violence as a solution to problems. Why must we fight each other when there is so much beauty to be found in each and every soul in this world? It is true that notes may be dissonant and harmonies may clash, but there is always the potential for a major resolution.

About Us: Inner Melodies

There is a song to be found in every heart, and yours is most curious… your song is driven yet tedious, in a minor key yet so hopeful for what is to come, and so intricately woven together through rich experience, yet feels like it is missing a crucial line. If you do not mind my asking, this missing line would be your twin, no? Oh, how difficult that must be… My friend, I do not know how your symphony will conclude, but I sincerely hope you manage to find them, and your melodies can reunite once more.

About the Vision

A vision… such a mysterious, beautiful thing, and so powerful, too, sitting in my palms like a magical gemstone… oh! That could make a fantastic basis for an operetta! Say we have an unsuspecting protagonist, unhappy with their life, who is suddenly graced by the presence of a god, who hands them a glittering jewel that contains the power to change their future… I can already hear the aria of the protagonist in my mind’s eye as they sing of all the new possibilities…! Hang on for just one moment; I must note this down…

Something To Share

Remember, my friend, that when life is tiresome and the world seems to stand against you, you must keep moving and continue the melody of your dreams. For you can only linger on one note for so long: it is the change in notes that makes a song.

Interesting Things

Did you know that the oldest known piece of music in Teyvat is estimated to have originated over three millennia ago? Is this not a sign that music has been around with humanity since their very creation?

About (Other Characters)

About Yun Jin:

Oh, Madame Yun Jin of the Yun-Han Opera Troupe? She is indeed a spectacular performer whom I admire with all my heart… I have seen a couple of her operas, now, and I found each to be even more stunning than the last. The way she commands the audience’s attention to her, her stage presence, and of course her talented voice… she is truly captivating. Someday, I dearly hope to meet her in person and exchange some ideas. I feel there is a lot I can learn from her.

More About Camille: I

I am a firm believer that there is inspiration to be found in all things, whether it be the whisper of the wind or the war cry of a hilichurl. It really only matters where you look: if you should focus on the emotions of turmoil and rage beneath the war cry, you may find the inspiration for a passionate tune, but focus on the wooden club being swung at your face, and all you will gain from the experience is a sore bruise and a painful memory. *wistful sigh* There truly is nothing quite like the rush of exhilaration and excitement in your veins when faced with an impending club to the face…

More About Camille: II

In my eyes, music is not only an art form, but a language, too. I have come to discover that there are many emotions that cannot be expressed in writing or words, but a simple melody with some carefully placed notes can flawlessly convey what is meaning to be said. Whereas spoken languages can only be understood by some, music flows between these barriers and speaks not to the ears, but to the hearts of those who hear it, and unlocks emotions within us we never knew existed. This is why I believe it to be not only the language of the heart, but also of life itself.

More About Camille: III

I often travel around Teyvat to gather inspiration for my music. I have found that combining different cultural instruments together can make the most fascinating sounds… for example, the erhu from Liyue and the nagado daiko from Inazuma create a beautiful contrast in tone when played together. Not only this, but travelling has allowed me to meet the most incredible people on my journeys… such as you, my dear companion.

More About Camille: IV

I consider myself an extremely fortunate person in life: I am lucky to have inherited a family title of such wealth and hold such a prestigious role in society. Though this fame has never concerned me, it would be terribly arrogant of me if I were to take it for granted. My hope is that the music I bring to the world can help lift the spirits of those who are less fortunate than me, and bring a smile to their faces in the darkest of days.

More About Camille: V

It is… true that I am not the most adept at looking after myself and keeping up with current events… but how could I ever focus on such irksome matters when I could be traversing the world, making music and lighting up its dark nights with ballads and symphonies? There is a melody for everything in this world, and someday, I will discover them all.

Camille’s Hobbies

My hobbies? Oh, let me see… there is the matter of the nine instruments I learn, my collection of historical sheet music, the novel I’m currently writing about the aerodynamics of a flute, my herb garden, my endeavour of playing classical music to my goldfish, my current project of inventing a new instrument which harnesses boiling water to produce different pitches— oh, and my conducting, of course… hmm, it does seem that I have quite a bit on my hands, doesn’t it?

Camille’s Troubles

Oh, how troublesome it is when inspiration strikes me and I have left my quill and paper by my desk, and by the time I return home, the idea has slipped away from my poor mind’s grasp…! This is truly the most difficult part of my career.

Favourite Food

There is this creamy soup from my hometown knows as ‘bisque’… it truly is delicious, and feels like the softest of silks on the tongue. I once wrote a ballad about a wonderful crayfish bisque because my heart was so overwhelmed with bliss at the rich texture and delicate flavouring… it still remains one of my favourite compositions to this day.

Least Favourite Food

Oh, do not make me speak of blue cheese… even the very thought of it makes my knees weak and stomach twist… I have never understood why some poor souls put themselves through the wretched experience of consuming this vile cheese.

Receiving a Gift: I

This dish alone is deserving of a sonata itself. No— make that two. The world must know of this wondrous recipe, and sing songs of it for decades to come!

Receiving a Gift: II

You are truly a master of the culinary arts… should you ever wish to retire as an adventurer and open a restaurant, I will gladly provide you with any funding you need.

Receiving a Gift: III

Was, erm. Was that blue cheese in there? Yes? Oh, dear lord… I may need a bucket, and quickly…

Feelings About Ascension: Intro

Oh, how does that saying go again…? ‘With great power comes great musical backing tracks’? Ah, yes, that’s it. I must begin writing such a thing myself to tell of our adventures to come.

Feelings About Ascension: Building Up

My heart soars with the wings of inspiration! This is turning out to be such a beautiful piece!

Feelings About Ascension: Climax

My composition has almost neared its end… I simply cannot wait to share it with the world upon its completion!

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion

And so the piece finishes with a triumphant, major flourish! Thank you, my good friend, for allowing me to share this most magnificent of journeys with you.

#everybody‚ say hello to camille. i love him.#be nice to him or else i will smite you in your sleep.#r’s writing #oc thoughts: camille #he’s just… THE biggest posh naive eccentric sensitive sweetheart of a cinnamon roll #and he’s the type to say ‘oh‚ fiddlesticks!’ instead of swearing

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realkavehgf · 5 months

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Hehehehehehehehe…

Hahahahahahahaha…

Little Shin! Do you hear the breaking of his heart? Ohhhh, that poor little architect, once again left alone in Sumeru, once again his loved one has left for the land of the Hydro Archon… Once again, left behind…

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Pfffffft-

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Apologies! Ah, I can’t hold it in any longer!! The sight of a man that forces joy into his life, finally forced to his knees in true suffering… To me, he should have let it all out from the beginning! Wouldn’t you agree, little Shin?

But, that little magician… He seems like real fun! Why don’t you try giving him a chance? Time is limited, after all, and magic seems like a lot more fun than drawing buildings and sculptures to me. Or, well, you probably disagree with me, don’t you?

Hahahahahahaha!!

It’s aaaaaall up to you, little Shin!! To stay, to leave, to laugh, to cry, to experience joy, to swallow back the guilt…

IT’S AAAAAAAAAALL UP TO YOU!

-pspspsps, comedy

My, I do sort of disagree with... The drawings and sculpting part, of course! As an artist, I also find it fun! But yes, magic is just such a wonderful thing — to bring smiles upon people's faces with just a simple magic trick... It's absolutely wonderful.

Sumeru... Architect... Who? I keep seeing mentions of those two words, and I'm stumped! ... Not that I care about whoever you're referring to, of course! I'm very happy here in Fontaine with my beloved.

You're quite the interesting one, Mx. Comedy. I wonder if I'll see you again.

#— 🐈‍⬛ shin ebg things!#❥ | visiting dewdrops: saboteur masks (comedy)

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ajaxwrites · 3 years

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GENSHIN IMPACT FANFIC REC LIST II

(previous: part i)

Seaglass by Aevas

There was more to the contract than a gnosis and test of Liyue. It seemed like a simple deal five hundred years ago: so long as Morax never had a soulmate, the Tsaritsa would never harm Liyue and she would not get his gnosis. But the moment he gained a soulmate, all that belonged to him was forfeit. He thought the deal left Liyue safe—he'd lived thousands of years without a soulmate. The Tsaritsa would be dead and gone by the time she'd have a chance to collect.

Five hundred years later, Childe appears in Liyue, Zhongli gains a soulmate mark, and everything falls apart.

(The obligatory soulmate AU, featuring a Zhongli with PTSD, an oblivious Childe, and demon-worshipping cultists.)

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: I CANNOT BELIEVE I SLEPT ON THIS FIC FOR SO LONG. Read it and I mean it! I admitted initially steered clear of this fic because I wasn’t comforted with a soulmate tartali fic pre-Osial but this fic is actually post-Ostial *facepalm* The writing is phenomenal and Aevas does some beautiful worldbuilding that you typically don’t see in Genshin Impact fics. I love the dynamic between Childe and Zhongli here and the angst is real. The author writes the two as very human characters who makes mistakes, etc. and notably Zhongli struggles with the concept of Childe as his soulmate (who understandably is upset by the rejection when he realizes). They get better though. Also very plotty. A+ writing.

it's a hard rock life for us by reptilianraven

“Ah, no need to worry about that,” Azhdaha waves a dismissive hand. “There is no real Kun Jun. He’s dead.”

A leaf blows past and plaps onto Aether’s face.

“You killed him???” Paimon screeches.

“No,” Azhdaha scrunches his eyebrows. “He was dead when I found him.”

“And you just decided to wear his corpse?” Aether says, leaf still on his face.

He shrugs. “It was free real estate.”

“Azhdaha...” Morax says, sounding vaguely pained.

Or the one where Historia Antiqua Chapter II: No Mere Stone goes a little bit different and Azhdaha gets more time.

He ultimately uses that time to bully Morax into confronting his immortal neuroses, to make Aether and Paimon suffer, and to figure out how to get that ginger boy Morax has his eye on to make a move already.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe, Past Azhdaha/Zhongli

Notes: Very lighthearted, humor-filled fic. Love how Azhdaha is so flippant. Interactions with Zhongli and Childe are pure gold.

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes by moonlight_mist

Childe has a Weapon problem- specifically, that he can't keep one.

He's too reckless, too wild, and too keen on pushing his Weapon partners past their limits. He's just about ready to give up when he meets Zhongli, a Weapon who just might be the solution- so long as Childe can manage to keep his dick in his pants.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: This is a Soul Eater AU with some college/university AU vibes (?) but you don’t really need to know much about the anime. It’s a cute AU and I love the premise. Light angst but otherwise, it’s a pretty semi-plotty fic. Easter egg Kaeya and Diluc though.

To Kill A God by IlluminanceinTales

In Snezhnaya, they call them sansis—lost souls that have no guidance but themselves. It’s an apt description, given that most of the time, wannabe-Archons have to go through dozens of tests with nothing as their reference, relying solely on their wit and strength and hoping it would be enough. At least, until they survive the end of the whole game—and they might not have to undergo a painful reincarnation which feels like a hundred bones being stitched together again.

On his seventh game, Childe Tartaglia reincarnates this time in the body of a young man.

Damn, he thinks, looking down at his thin body, his slightly calloused fingers. This won’t be good when facing the other Hydro Decisions.

In a world where an Archon's position is not chosen but fought for in games, Childe Tartaglia is a Hydro Decision who's poised to become the next Hydro Archon. Of course, that's only if he survives his seventh reincarnation. All would be so much easier if it weren't for a certain Geo Archon interfering with every possible chance he gets.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Think Hunger Games meet Political Intrigue meet Genshin Impact. Love the premise and world building that’s done. Features overprotective Zhongli and lots of Childe whump. Has one or two supplementary OCs that aren’t really important outside of plot device reasons. Warning for character death tho lmao.

Three's a Family by IlluminanceinTales

Childe finds a kid that looks just like him.

Of course Zhongli wants to keep him.

Or: How a harbinger and an archon accidentally become fathers. The kid is their wingman

Ships: Childe/Zhongli (?)

Notes: Your everyday cute AF kid fic. Fluffy as hell and super cute. Zhongli and Childe get domestic pretty quickly. Xiao gets dubbed a grandfather and begrudgingly plays along. Super wholesome.

in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape by snowbrigade

He glanced down at him, at the silvery scars peeking out from beneath his robe, and at his eyes, properly now. They were the bright blue of high quality noctilucous jade, but he could see it, an underlying darkness.

Zhongli wondered what his eyes betrayed about himself. --

Rex Lapis is dead. Zhongli, formerly known as triad leader Rex Lapis, is a detective investigating his own "death." Childe, also known as Tartaglia of the Fatui mafia, is undercover as an escort looking to kill Rex Lapis- until someone beats him to it, and he wants to know who. Goals intersecting, they form a partnership of ulterior motives.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: There’s like one scene that skews NSFW but otherwise surprisingly not explicit. Really fun AU. Like how the author addresses Childe’s reaction to being stuck with the undercover escort stuff and how the dynamic between the two develops. Pretty plotty so far.

Phantom Lines by iskendaris

“It’s a measure of one’s self, Mr Zhongli.” Childe says. “Maybe you don’t understand it since you work as a consultant, but as an ambassador from the Tsaritsa, as one who fights in her name— this is how I learn to know the measure of myself.” “I understand,” Zhongli says thoughtfully. “It is a warrior’s way, to test one’s strength against the incomparable. To find where one falls short. To find where one has risen to the challenge.”

In which Childe has insomnia, vandalizes public property and runs into a mysterious funeral consultant on his first night in Liyue.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: THE FEELS. I can only describe this as the fic where Zhongli pays Best Boyfriend Ever only to FUCK UP big time (via Gnosis deception). Poor, poor Childe. Look, he gave the boy feelings and then broke him. You can really feel Childe fall in love in this love. He also does mental swooning a lot lmao.

adventitious by Anonymous

It's said the Ley Lines remember all things that happen in this world, from the surface down to the deepest depths... But in the hidden corners where the Gods' gaze does not fall, there are those who dream of dreaming.

There's a dormant bud where Kaeya's eye once was. One day, it will bloom. (Never forget: memory is untrustworthy.)

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: I don’t even know where to start. This is very headcanony and lore-focused. Very much concentrated on Khaenri'ah. The implications of this story is grotesque to say the least (according to this fic, Visions are the literal eyes of the people of Khaenri'ah). Warnings for eye and body horror.

Without Those Dark Memories by StrangeDiamond

Diluc awakens in Stormterror’s Lair with no memories of the past five years. Kaeya is on the trail of a rogue alchemist, with a habit of testing his chemicals on unwilling human subjects. Now, in addition to capturing the criminal, Kaeya has to shake him down for an antidote . . . and deal with an amnesiac Diluc who acts exactly like he did before their brotherhood fell apart. (Standalone Fic.)

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: This is sort of a classic amnesia fic. I particularly really liked the way that Kaeya was written in this. I feel like the author did a really good job nailing his character and they have a way of capturing the subtle things.

Through the warmth, through the cold by strikedawn

“It’s you!” Paimon shouted with a twirl in mid-air.

“…Excuse me?"

They were drunk. Were they drunk? Was he drunk? Because Kaeya had the feeling his guests had been talking to him for a while now, but none of their words had made any sense whatsoever.

That was, until Venti stepped firmly in front of Kaeya’s desk and set his hands on the top, the better to lean over towards Kaeya and say: “For the end of the Windblume festival, Sir Kaeya Alberich, we’re going to auction a date with you.”

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: Shortword, Kaeya gets auctioned off. Diluc makes impulsive (but good) decisions and scores himself a Date but displays an inability to do Date Planning. Venti deserves a pat on the back. Very sweet.

Hide and Seek by Kiri_Kaitou_Clover

Childe did not expect regaining his memories would bring him such frustration.

He makes the best of the situation by messing with one amber eyed consultant in anyway he can.

A reincarnated storm god wades through life in Liyue, all while screaming about one dragon god's incompetency at being human.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Features Childe as Osial’s very exasperated reincarnation, who gets the joy of discovering that his rival/enemy Morax is not only an idiot but also broke AF. He still falls in love anyway. Contains this golden line:

"Did... did that complete blockhead really use my money in order to get me a gift that basically says that he is proposing to me?!"

(Osial was screaming. When had the other god become like this?! Had he always been like this?!)

Getting that Bread by tzitzimeme

Concubine AU where Zhongli is Emperor, Xiao is an assassin sent to kill him while disguised as a woman in his imperial harem, and the only reason he doesn't actually do it is because he pities Zhongli for being so catastrophically stupid (also Xiao falls in love).

Ships: Zhongli/Xiao

Notes: Like Xiao says, Zhongli is an idiot. Fluff and humor filled. Xiao spends a good 95% of this exasperated by Zhongli’s bullshit.

prayers for a boy by Recluse

The only way to reconciliation is fierce combat!

Hm... Come to think of it, there will be a lot of interesting news to be heard the next time we gather for drinks. Filling in the blanks.

Ships: N/A

Notes: I...don’t really know where to begin with this? It’s exactly what the summary implies...but more? I was tempted to describe this as the fic where Zhongli puts his foot in his mouth but...that’s not exactly write? I feel like this was more of a character study. It explores the aftermath of the Osial Incident and how Zhongli and Childe reconnect. Platonically...though I guess it can be read romantically.

one kind of longing, two places of sorrow by lady_peony

Zhongli's hands rest behind his back, both gloved hands clasping one another. His fingers tighten around one another for the merest moment, before he relaxes his grip.

"There is a tradition in Liyue," Zhongli says, his back still to Childe standing behind him, "of inviting out a companion to a last meal before a farewell."

A pause.

"A tradition?" Childe echoes.

"Yes."

"With a companion?"

"Yes."

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: The fic where neither of the two communicate about jackshit but go on a quiet, sad not-date before Childe leaves for Snezhnaya. Childe pulls (? on accident or on purpose, I can not tell) the equivalent of leaving the jacket in the car post-date to get date to call for the second date. Also, the author has a gift for like...writing angst...without writing angst? Like the whole fic is like brimming with everything that the characters aren’t saying but the thoughts aren’t necessarily written out BUT YOU KNOW THOSE DUMBFUCKS ARE JUST LIKE. BRIMMING WITH FEELS?

The People of Liyue by queer_occurrences

But Zhongli whispers, his low voice rooted in the back of Childe’s mind. “Changsun, the merchant, who is never too Mora-enthralled to turn away a needy child. There’s Tiantian—she will allow anyone to join the Adventurer’s Guild—she knows what it is to be desperate.”

Childe ducks away from them and hurries out over the bridge. It’s a warm, sunny day, the kind he would have complained about, whining about his delicate Snezhnayan skin. “It’ll burn, or worse, freckle. Would you still like me if I was freckled?”

Then Zhongli would say, “The people of Liyue will remember your sacrifice.” And he would wrinkle his nose.

Or: after it all goes down, Childe takes a walk.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: The author has a way with perfectly balancing angst with humor in a way that makes you cackle. There’s a lot of feels in this one. Zhongli tries communicating--Childe runs away a lot. There’s a lot of love for Liyue in this one.

cold blooded, warm blooded, hearts all the same by reptilianraven

Teyvat Petting Zoo @tyvtpettingzoo

Well would you look at that! Zhongli, our resident spinytail iguana, has gotten quite cozy with Childe, our new (and very feisty) ginger ferret! Aren’t they adorable all cuddled together like this? 😍😍😍

[Attached image shows a brown spinytail iguana curled up against a ginger ferret. The iguana’s head is nuzzled under the snout of the ferret.]

At the Teyvat Petting Zoo, Zhongli and Childe fall in love.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: ...I promise I’m not weird. This is just super cute. Cross-species love affair? Childe the ferret is very besotted. The internet is confused and the zoo keepers are just done.

a geo archon's guide to the modern era by Erina

“Morax,” Xiao says after Zhongli finishes his retelling of the incident. “He thinks you’re a weirdo.”

“No, don’t say that,” Barbatos snickers. “You’ll give him hope that this is salvageable.” He lowers his voice. “Morax, he thinks you’re a boomer.”

(In which Zhongli hibernates for centuries and wakes up in the modern world)

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: This took me, I shit you not, FIVE SEPARATE ATTEMPTS to read. Not because it was bad but BECAUSE THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT WAS REAL. Like, omg, just reading about Zhongli’s introduction to modernity made me want to dig a hole and die. Super funny though. Do not read in public or you will look like a lunatic. Has a...parallel (?) fic in the same series called buy two get one archon free where Zhongli gets reversed isekai’d into an anime convention.

time flies like an arrow by Erina

He’s tired, tired of the unbreakable loop of watching his loved ones pass on, tired of getting attached only for the connection to be violently ripped away from him. He wonders if the real victors during the Archon War were those who perished, who died long before their godhood turned into a curse that chained them to the land that they were fighting for.

But that is not a problem for Childe to worry about. That is Zhongli’s burden to bear, delivered to him in a pretty package years ago in the form of a gnosis.

His very first contract.

(Zhongli and Childe, across many lifetimes)

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: This is a quiet fic. It’s this kind of slice-of-life fic colored by this overpowering sense of love and loss as Zhongli remains immortal and Childe dies and lives and dies and lives for hundreds of lifetimes, but always finds his way back to his geo archon. It’s so lovely but also unbearably sad.

Tartaglia’s Favorite Professor by GreyLiliy

The famed hitman Tartaglia of the Fatui Syndicate spends his days as the charming college student Childe. The two lives remain as separate as possible in order to maintain a flawless cover to keep the authorities off his back and to better serve the Tsaritsa.

However, new intel about a rival syndicate intersects his two lives in a way he could never have predicted.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Mafia AU meet College AU. Childe is somehow both a horny AF college student and murderous hitman. Zhongli gives off major DILF vibes. GreyLily somehow makes this work while also avoiding cringe. Highly recommended!

like a handprint on my heart by fallingintodivinity

“Strictly off-the-record,” Jean says, with a small smile, “I’m really happy to see you and Captain Kaeya getting along again, Master Diluc.”

“We’re not – we’re not getting along,” Diluc tells her, indignant. “We’re working together. Unwillingly, I might add.”

“Yes – oh, yes, of course.”

Diluc stares at Jean suspiciously. “Are you laughing at me?”

Jean clears her throat primly. “I would never.”

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: Super, super cute! Sort of reads like a first date fic except genshin impact style? Writing style is very refreshing!

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #fanfic rec #rec list #zhongli/childe #childe/zhongli #tartali #chili #diluc./kaeya #luckae #fanfiction #took a while but i have been steadily reading my way through the fandom #still not all my recs #but you can check my ao3 for what i'm reading lmao

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aetherarf · 3 years

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Hi, if it's not to much to ask I would like to requests a hurt comfort fic for Diluc and Aether.

Instead of Aether being able to recover on the beach with Paimon, he gets kidnapped by the fatui(or general bandits if you'd prefer that). Paimon tries to help but has no luck.

Years later(when Aether would have actually been recovered) Paimon gets help from Diluc and they find Aether.

Problem is is that he's in the same shape Diluc was after he was drugged, only he's had to endure it for years. Because of this Diluc decides to try and help him recover mentally after he gets physically healed.

If the prompt I confusing or something else, I can resend it.

So... yes and no I'll do this request?

This is a lot of scenes to stitch together and WAY TOO BIG for a normal request. Outside of a very rough draft styled post, anyway. I just ended up really finding the idea interesting, so... I'm basically just going to outline a lot of stuff below, it's not a fic but it's good enough.

Paimon had been the one to find Aether--whatever she was doing, well, it wasn't important enough that she wouldn't be there for the odd, blonde-haired traveller. She did her best, but she wasn't exactly the most skilled. He's sick, and weak, having been beaten and half rotten away on the inside. He shows her how to make a fishing rod, and the basics of fishing [Paimon wants to sob, seeing how he cannot even carry the stick and string, but she knows better], and in turn, she teaches him the local language.

She tries to fish, it's never much, and she tries to forage, too... But the plants are not regrowing fast enough. The warmth of summer is fading. Aether still cannot walk, not more than a few steps. Should she go to Mondstadt, and beg for help?

She doesn't know, honestly, gathering some berries for Aether. She ate this morning, she'd be okay.

But when she gets back, Aether is screaming and fighting, his old rusted sword breaks in twain as he's grabbed.

"He's important." "Why?" "I don't know, it's not our job to know why."

Paimon tries to fight them, with the broken blade Aether can no longer wield, but she is thrown to the water, and the world goes dark as the water fills her lungs. She can only see how Aether is hit, once, and collapses like a corpse in a strange person's arms. In terror, she thinks he died.

...

When she wakens, she's wet and alone and sick. The sand is not even marked with footprints anymore. Only Aether's blade, the broken iron, remains.

She takes what she can, and she heads to Mondstadt.

Softly, she pleads Wagner to fix the blade... There's only so much he can do, and it's more of a dagger, but it fits in Paimon's small hands.

She learns to fight.

She feels lonely. Aether was so kind, and for some reason, the idea of not being beside him breaks her heart in two. She misses him.

[ Is this why, she idly wonders, why he was looking for his sister? Lonely, and longing family? ]

She wanted her family, too. He was as close as she'd ever get.

If nothing else, she wanted to find what was left of him, so the grave she long since dug, the grave now filled in with stone and sand, could have a body. It was the least she could do.

Much later, she learns about the Fatui. Instead of foraging, [ after all, she's not so skilled that she can get all the Mora Aether could of ], she treats herself to a meal at Good Hunter. Some odd people with masks are fighting with Sara. Paimon, terrified, recognizes them. She hides until they leave, and asks about who they are.

Fatui.

That means the Fatui took Aether.

... Whether he's alive or not, it's a start. A true path for her to follow, a light to guide her. She tries to sneak into the hotel they've been residing in, only to be tossed out. It seemed she was completely forgotten as a worthless pixie. She tried to become friends with Viktor, but he didn't seem amused.

On a particularly frustrating night, she cries in the rain, until a red haired man finds her. She hugs him and cries, she's so tired, she feels so small and weak...

Not willing to let her sit in the cold alone this night, he brings her to the Winery. Hearing of the Fatui, kidnapping a person... Oh, it had been a year, two, three since then?

...

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to look into a little bit. If the Fatui want something, they probably shouldn't have it. They were not to be trusted.

It seemed they were curious about someone who was, innately, powerful. No vision, but cryo at their fingertips, and soon Anemo and Geo and Hydro, every element was at their grasp... But he wondered, who was this person?

Paimon, upon discovering, asked where... where this information was coming from. Diluc was unsure...

A long hunt, they found the Fatui returning to that very beach, a poor, beaten black and blue form, dressed in fluffy Fatui clothing had sat on his knees, staring up at the one who yelled at him, motionless... exhausted.

They wanted to know where he came from, but he had no answers for them.

Luckily, Paimon was not the only one there, and with brutality, Diluc had gotten the small party who dragged the poor soul there to either lie in the grave Paimon dug for Aether, or to run in terror, gathering him in his arms...

Paimon tried to cry out for him, to express her joy at his safety, but he only looked at her, dazed and apathetic.

It was far too similar to a thing Diluc had once experienced himself. He tried, he tried, to reassure Paimon he was just in shock...

But it seemed that it wasn't getting better so soon.

Aether had a room in the Winery, and he was monitored every moment of the day. If not by Paimon, then by Diluc, if not by Diluc, then by Adelinde.

He had been examined and healed, and apparently he had suffered horrific abuse-- he may have been powerful, but numbers overwhelmed. And so he could only take whatever they wanted to do, no matter how cruel or corrupt, and after awhile, his mind had been hidden within, gone and untouched. He no longer felt what happened to his body.

Diluc and Paimon had made it their mission, to try and help him. To help bring his mind out of its terrified hiding, hiding from the terror in their mind. Its not a life worth living, living as a mindless husk. For awhile, there's no progress. Aether will eat, drink, sleep, and follow basic tasks, 'Go over there', 'hand that to me', but there's no light in his eyes.

Paimon tries reading to him, and he doesnt seem to react at all.

Diluc will have him near when he's doing paperwork or cooking, trying to do anything he can to elicit a [Positive, of course] response, but he only emotes when spoken to.

Paimon begins to sleep beside him, head on his bed, rest of her on the floor, holding his hand. She wants to let him know that she'll be there.

On a particularly cold night, when Aether was shivering, Diluc had brought both Paimon and Aether to his bed, holding both of them... and he tried to not react as Paimon softly wept, believing both were asleep.

When she cried herself to sleep, Aether looked at Diluc, his eyes shining in the dark.

"Crying hurts."

The words are broken, but Diluc is shaken.

... it's a start.

Once again, there's very little change... but it seemed that Aether began expressing preferences.

Some stories Paimon would read were met with a dazed but wandering gaze. Others met with intense focus.

Aether wouldn't be as quick to get up when sleeping in Diluc's soft bed, and more than once was caught curled up in those blankets when Paimon was too tired to stop him.

And when they all sat together, reading together, Paimon long since asleep, Aether nuzzles into Diluc's chest, and sighed softly.

... he was recovering. Slowly, but surely, his mind was healing, and he was beginning to feel again.

#genshin impact #diluc #aether #aeluc #bark writes #// eh?#anonymous #paimon #// paimon bebey #angst #angsty bark #hurt and comfort

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scuzmunkie · 6 years

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Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 6

A/N: Oh my precious, darling, little pumpkins!! You are all so amazing!! I look forward to all of your comments and I cherish each and every one of them!! I can’t tell you how much they mean to me!! Every heart, reblog and comment are so dear to me as are each of you! I absolutely love all of you and can’t thank you enough for the support you all continue to show me!! As always, please lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! And now I give you chapter 6, enjoy! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 3000+ (I got a little carried away) Warnings: Language, y’all if terminal illness and thametic elements. Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ Baron watched Addie as she stared at her phone, poking her pasta. Cole’s words ringing in his ears, ‘She’s your luna.’ He couldn’t get them out of his head. His wolf all but howled at the revelation. It had been almost two months since that night, leaving him with seven months at best to make a decision. ‘She is ours!’ His wolf growled out, interrupting Baron’s thoughts. ‘She’s dying. She’s not going to survive long enough to be our luna.’ Baron reminded his wolf. ‘But WE can save her, you stubborn asshole!’ He screamed causing Baron to wince. ‘BUT WHAT IF I KILL HER?!’ Baron gasped and felt his heart clench at his admission. ‘What if I get my hopes up and she dies. No... it’s better to just keep my distance than allow myself to get close to her and lose her.’ His wolf understood Baron’s fears and pain. It was rare for a wolf to have a mate nowadays. Soulmates were a fairy tale anymore, something their ancestors had. Modern wolves simply fall in love like humans do. The fact that Baron was given a mate that was not only human but dying as well was a cruel, sick joke from the moon goddess. ‘But what if we save her? What if she lives? We could watch her change, watch her take her first run as a wolf and watch her belly grow with our little ones.’ His wolf pleaded with Baron. Just as Baron was about to answer, his attention was stolen by the sound of Addie’s laughter. Looking in her direction, he saw Dolph had joined her. Allowing his anger to get the better of him, Baron bent his fork in half. It seemed that anywhere Addie went, Dolph was right there. Even if Baron wanted to get close to her, Dolph found ways to sabotage that. Word had spread to a few that Addie found out about the existence of the supernatural. Dolph was one of the few who found out and used that to his advantage. Baron saw just how far Dolph would go to ruin any chances he had with Addie a week and a half ago. —- Baron was quietly talking with Ruby Riot, one of his trusted pack members, when an infuriated Addie stormed up to them. “Who the hell do you think you are?!” She yelled at him, turning to Ruby, “I’m so sorry Ru-Ru, could I talk to Baron a minute?” She asked with so much kindness that Baron couldn’t believe that this same woman just screamed in his face. Ruby looked at Baron, trying her hardest not to laugh. She could tell that he was in deep shit and wanted nothing more than to stay and watch him get reamed. Ruby quickly pecked Addie on the cheek and walked away, but not before mouthing ‘you’re screwed’ to Baron behind Addie’s back. Once she was gone Baron turned his attention to the seething makeup artist. “Ok, you wanna tell me-“ “NO! You don’t get to speak! I think I’ve been pretty compliant with your wishes, I haven’t said anything to anyone and I’ve steered clear of the woods!! Would you agree?!” By now she was toe to toe with Baron, who simply nodded. “Then imagine my surprise when I got to the parking garage and found my back tire completely flat because of four CLAW marks! What gives you the right?!” She yelled, pushing him with all her might only to have him barely budge. He was so confused. Baron would never do that to her, so why think it was him? “I almost missed a very important doc-“ she quickly cleared her throat, “meeting! Had it not been for Dolph I would’ve missed it completely! Even he thought that they looked like claw marks!” And there was his answer. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Dolph was the one who slashed her tire in hopes of being her knight in shining armor. He also led Addie to believe that Baron was the culprit because he used all four of his claws instead of just one in hopes to incriminate Baron. He could feel his wolf getting angry at the thought of Dolph moving in on his mate. “Look, I’m sorry about your tire, I really am, but I didn’t do it.” “Oh really? Hmmm. Let me think.” She said sarcastically as she tapped her chin, “Who else here a) hates me and b) is a werewolf? Any guesses, Fido?” She said, looking him deadass in the eyes. Baron had to admit that she looked damn hot when she was pissed, his wolf loving her fiery glare. He started to fill Baron’s head with all the ways he could ‘tame’ her earning him a ‘not now, asshole’. Sighing, he decided to pop her little world. “First of all, I don’t hate you.” She scoffed at his confession. “Second, little rabbit, there are more of us here than you think and not just werewolves.” He smirked at Addie’s visible and audible gulp. “Third, stay away from Dolph, he’s bad news.” “Please, he’s a better man than you. At least he doesn’t treat me like some inconvenience.” She mumbled the last part. Groaning, Baron rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed that Dolph already had his hooks in her. “Listen, I just need you to promise me you’ll be careful, especially around Dolph.” He outstretched his hand, “Give me your phone.” “Uh, why?” Addie stared at him bewilderedly. “Please? I swear no funny business.” Hesitantly, Addie placed her unlocked phone in Baron’s open palm. She watched as he quickly typed away. Satisfied, he gave it back to her. “There, you have my number now. I need you to promise me you’ll call me if there’s anything out of the ordinary.” She just stared at him. “Adelina, promise me!” “Ok, ok! I promise. Why do you care tho?” She asked, making Baron inwardly wince. “Just be safe.” Annoyed at his lack of an answer, Addie curtly nodded and walked away, leaving a pining werewolf in her wake. “You can come out now.” Baron said, looking at a dark corner. “Sorry, I just really wanted to see her rip you a new one.” Ruby said, stifling her laughter. “Now, how the hell did she find out about us?” Huffing, Baron gave her the shortened version of what happened. “Wow, careless much?” She said, taking joy in Baron’s predicament. “Watch it!” He growled out, his wolf taking over at her disrespect. “Sorry alpha.” She quickly said, not wanting him to lose his shit. “Good.” He nudged her head with his, “I need you to do me a favor. I need you to keep an eye on Addie especially when Dolph’s around. I don’t want him pulling the same old shit he always does.” —- Addie sat with Dolph, laughing at his ridiculous stories, when she noticed Baron storming out of catering. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt a pull towards him, stronger than some silly crush. “You with me, cutie?” Dolph asked, gently placing his hand on hers. “Y-Yeah, sorry. Just a lot in my mind.” She smiled. “So, I was wondering if you wanna go for a walk ‪tomorrow night? It’s supposed to be a lunar eclipse. I was thinking we could bring a blanket, find a nice spot and watch it together? What do you say?” He asked, placing his hand on hers. “Um, sure. That sounds like fun!” Dolph pulled her hand towards his lips but was interrupted by someone putting their plate right between them, forcing Dolph to release Addie’s hand. “Hey guys! Mind if I sit?” Ruby asked as she plopped down between them. Irritated, Dolph stood, glaring at Ruby, who was sporting a shit eating grin on her face. No doubt Baron had told her to watch over Addie. She seemed to pop up whenever Dolph got a little close for comfort. Before leaving he turned to Addie. “See you ‪tomorrow night‬, cutie.” He said, winking at her then walked away. “So, you two seem to be getting kinda close.” Ruby blurted out while popping a strawberry in her mouth. “Oh, I mean I guess. He’s been nice, a little much at times, but...” Addie trailed off. “But he’s no Baron.” Paige blurted out as she joined them, sporting a pair of dark sunglasses with a sliver hydro flask in her hands. “Geez! Say it louder, why don’t you, for those who didn’t hear you!” Addie whisper yelled. “Ok, ok, sorry love!” Paige said, although her smirk said otherwise. “What’re you doing here, babe?” Addie asked Paige, who was usually on Smackdown. “Oh, creative wanted to film a segment between Baron and I but decided last minute to nix it, so now I’m here with you lovelies!” She explained, watching as Ruby cuddled into Addie’s side. Addie had begun to notice as of late that Ruby had become more physical than usual. Constantly hugging her, increased kisses on her cheeks, forehead and nose, or snuggling up to her if they sat next to each other. Addie didn’t mind tho. Growing up an only child, she never had the joy of siblings. Bless Ruby tho, she tried to contain herself, she really did, but itt was difficult for her. She could feel Baron’s unacknowledged love for Addie through the pack bond which in turn made Ruby feel so much affection for her as well. Unbeknownst to the outside world, the love a pack has for their luna is extremely strong and is stronger than their love for their alpha. She is the mother of their pack, the heart. The only thing that can calm down an angry alpha with just a simple touch. Any pack member would gladly die for their luna and alpha. Clearing her throat, Ruby looked at Addie, she couldn’t get that strange scent outta her mind. Leaning closer, Ruby pressed her nose into Addie’s neck, inhaling deeply. Had she been a lesser wolf, like say a rogue, she would’ve missed it completely. “Hey” Addie giggled, “what are you doing?” Playfully pushing Ruby away. By now Nia, Alexa, Alicia and Nattie had joined them, all laughing at Ruby’s strange behavior. That was, until she sat up straight, tears brimming her eyes. “Ru-Ru, what’s wro-“ “You’re sick.” Was all she said. Everything fell dead silent. Addie felt her heart drop as she stared at Ruby, confused to high hell at how she found out. “What are you talking ab-“ she tried to play it off but Ruby was having none of that. “You’re. Sick.” She repeated, this time with a little force as a bastard tear slid down her cheek. “H-How did you find-“ but before she could finish her sentence, Ruby’s eyes flashed a brilliant gold. Sighing, Addie looked down, remembering Baron telling her that there were more wolves and supernatural creatures out there. “You’re a werewolf too, huh?” Addie asked. She looked around the table at the faces of her friends. None of them seemed surprised by Ruby’s small transformation which could only mean one thing; they were of the supernatural world as well. “Are you all werewolves?” She whispered. “I am. I belong to Baron’s pack.” Nia said proudly. Addie had no idea that Baron was the alpha!! “Ew, no.” Alexa said, a ‘disgusted’ playful look on her face. “I’m a pixie!” Removing her sunglasses, Paige revealed blood red eyes and a dazzling smile complete with two razor sharp fangs. “Vampire, m’love! My eyes are only red when I’m feeding.” She said, jiggling her flask, snickering as Addie tried her hardest not to grimace. “This may not come as a surprise, given my love for cats and all, but I am a werecat.” Nattie announced. “I’m a witch! I belong to Aleister’s coven. I’m sure that doesn’t shock you one bit’ him being a warlock. I mean his name is pretty fitting ‘Aleister Black’. It only makes sense! He also happens to be my husband. We don’t tell many people outside of the coven, but don’t tell anyone or I’ll have to turn you into a toad!!!” Alicia giggled as Addie’s jaw dropped. “I’m just kidding.” The girls giggled at Addie’s reaction, loving that she was trying to keep a calm expression on her face. Then reality set in. They all stared at Addie with forlorn faces. “I’m so sorry, Addie! I didn’t mean to blurt that out.... twice.” Ruby said as tears fell from her eyes. Not being able to explain the pull she felt towards her, Addie immediately engulfed Ruby into her arms, cradling her to her chest. She gently ran her fingers through her ebony hair. Little did she know that her luna instincts were slowly kicking in, something that was extremely rare for a human to possess. “It’s ok. Don’t cry.” She softly cooed, trying to calm her down until she was able to sit up on her own. “Truth be told, I’m actually sort of relieved you all know.” “What do you have?” Nia asked, never being one to beat around the bush. “Leukemia.” “And, how are treatments going?” Nattie piped in. “Um, they’re not.” Addie whispered. “What do you mean?!” Paige demanded. “Treatments are pointless.” Addie admitted, smiling sadly. “How,” Alexa could feel her bottom lip trembling, “how long do you have until...” she couldn’t bring herself to finish her question. “Best case scenario, seven months.” Nobody moved, no utterance of a single word, one could swear that there wasn’t even a breath inhaled or exhaled. Addie lovingly smiled at the beautiful women who sat around her. “No.” Alicia sobbed out, “that’s not right! It isn’t fair.” “It’s ok, I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve lived a great life! I got to travel the world and meet all of you! Let’s not dwell on the sadness of it all. I just want these last few months to be the best ever and I want you all to be a part of it!” “Then the best damn months these will be!!” Alicia exclaimed, the other girls cheering in agreement. Addie couldn’t help the tears of joy that threatened to spill over at the love she felt from her friends. —- “This must be eating you alive.” Dolph said with a cruel laugh. “The hell you talkin about?” Baron could feel the anger crawling up his body as he stared at the rogue. “Knowing that Adelina would rather spend time with a lowly rogue than an all mighty alpha.” He mocked. What Dolph should’ve done was walk away at that point, but he didn’t. “In no time I’ll have her writhing underneath me, begging me for more and screaming my name! Oh yeah, she’ll be the sweetest victory yet.” Without thinking, Baron grabbed Dolph by the collar of his shirt and threw him into the nearest object. Never one to back down from a fight, Dolph got up and charged Baron, slamming him into the wall, leaving behind a huge crack in the hard surface. The sound of fabric ripping and horrible growls filled the air as both men began to shift into their wolves. However Baron, being the stronger of the two, shifted into his wolf twice as fast, leaving Dolph extremely vulnerable. Baron’s wolf stood tall with an unquenchable thirst for blood... Dolph’s blood. Snapping his teeth at Dolph, Baron crouched on his haunches, preparing to lunge, his teeth ready to rip into Dolph’s throat. “Baron, STOP!!” Before Baron could attack, Addie ran between the two of them. Her chest heaving, hands shaking as the adrenaline pumped through her body. The commotion could be heard all the way in catering. Smelling her scent, Dolph had quickly returned to his human form before Addie could reach them, keeping his secret... for now. “The both of you fighting like children! Baron, you could’ve killed Dolph!” She scolded them, angry at their behavior. Baron snapped his teeth again at Dolph, but Addie thought it was directed at her. Mustering up all her courage, she walked closer to Baron and wrapped her hands around his snout, glaring at the giant wolf. “Do not snap your teeth at me, pup!!” She grit out, releasing his jaw. Everyone watching stared in shock. Addie should be dead, torn into ribbons, but in this case, her touch calmed the beast. Baron bowed his head, his ears flattened against his head. “Look around you,” She said calmly, “Not only have you caused tons of damage but you could’ve killed anyone walking by.” “You’re right, Addie, I’m-“ “Don’t even try it, Dolph. You’re just as much to blame!” Baron snickered at Dolph’s defeated look. “The next time you two decide to have a dick measuring contest, make sure you do it in a place where no one can ge-“ She was cut off by a coughing spell, her body getting too excited by her emotions. Addie covered her mouth as she violently coughed, trying desperately to catch her breath. Once it passed she looked back at the two culprits in front of her. She then noticed the uneasy expression on everyone’s face as they stared at Addie. “Addie, sweetie.” The soft voice of Stephanie McMahon brought Addie out of her thoughts, a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I think you need to sit down.” Baron quickly shifted back into his human form, pulling on a pair of sweat pants Corey threw at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to step out of line.” She stuttered out as a very concerned Hunter joined his wife. “It’s not that honey,” his deep voice reassured her, “um, your hands.” Worried, Addie looked at her hands and gasped in horror as she stared at the blood in her palms. It was only then that she recognized the metallic taste in her mouth. Grabbing a handkerchief from Hunter’s jacket, Stephanie went to help Addie but was beaten by Baron.

Snatching a piece of his torn shirt off the ground, he gently pulled Addie into his arms, turning away from the crowd, shielding her from prying eyes, protecting her from the world. He softly wiped the blood from her mouth and chin, her hands following after. Without thinking, he placed gentle kisses on each knuckle. With a quivering lip, she hung her head and whispered; “It’s spreading faster than predicted.” Feeling eyes burrowing into her, she quietly thanked Baron and ran from the area. Baron went to follow her, his wolf wanting to comfort his luna, but was stopped by Stephanie. “Let her be. She needs to be alone.” the water witch said as a tear slipped down her cheek as Hunter pulled her into his arms, trying to comfort his wife.

Hunter being an older werewolf, once an alpha himself, was able to hear Addie’s talk of something ‘spreading faster’. Concentrating, he picked up the scent of cancer in her body. He had to whisper to Stephanie of his discovery.

It was no secret that Addie held the hearts of many in the WWE. She was always so happy and bubbly, she genuinely cared about everyone she met and was deemed the ‘mother hen’ backstage. She had this innate ability to see into the eyes of all she came into contact with and could always tell when someone was down, ready with a warm hug and a listening ear. The fact that she was slowly being ripped away from them felt like a knife slowly being twisted in their guts. Walking into the nearest bathroom, she splashed her face with cold water. She was so confused by Baron’s actions, him being so hot and cold. She was trying to let go of her feelings for him, but this just made them grow even stronger. Now that she was alone, she allowed herself to breakdown. She sank to the floor, pulling her knees close to her chest as she sobbed into her arms. Through this entire ordeal she convinced herself that she had come to terms with her fate. She was wrong. She cried bitter tears for the husband she’ll never love, the babies she’ll never hold and the life that she’ll never live. Never waking up every morning next to the love of her life or hearing precious little voices call her ‘mama’. Gasping, Addie was startled by the feeling of something rubbing against her leg. Looking down, there was a beautiful orange cat purring. “N-Nattie?” Addie whispered. Sitting up, the cat nodded. Letting out a small whimper, Addie scooped her up into her arms and cradled Nattie to her chest as she cried into her soft fur, Nattie licking away her tears. Finally being able to calm down, Addie wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. She smiled at the orange feline in her arms, petting her back. “Thank you Nattie.” She said as she put her back on the floor. Walking out of the bathroom, Addie felt a strong hand on her shoulder. Turning around smiling, but it slightly faltered when she saw the man in front of her. “Hey cutie, you alright?” Dolph asked as he pulled her into a hug. “No, but I will be.” She answered truthfully. “You wanna reschedule ‪tomorrow night?” He watched as she bit her bottom lip, mulling things over. “No, I wanna watch the stars still. Is that ok with you?” She asked, her eyes closed as she rested her head on his chest. “Of course! I’ll stop by your hotel room ‪around 9 tomorrow night‬, ok cutie?” Not having the energy to speak, she simply nodded. Dolph’s lips curled into a cruel smile. ‘Oh sweet, naive Addie,’ Dolph thought to himself, ‘if only you knew what I have planned.’

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Deuteronomy 28:1-68, Luke 11:14-36, Psalms 77:1-20, Proverbs 12:18

Today is the 5th day of April welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it's great to be here with you today as we continue to move forward. And still kind of in this Easter glow, this whole season that leads up to this moment where we really live into all things being made new, and that actually a shift has happened. And, so, now we live into that. All that we've allowed the Lord to rearrange in our hearts and minds and lives, we move forward from this place with a newness, with a new sense of direction and purpose. And, so, let's dive in. We’re reading from the Christian Standard Bible this week. And we are continuing our journey through the book of Deuteronomy. That will take us…I think that will take us the remainder of this week to conclude. And just start remembering that this is what Moses has to say. And some of this is review because he's reviewing. These are the things that he has to say before he dies. This is what he’s saying to the people that he's led out of Egypt and that they need to remember when he’s gone. So, we pick up. Deuteronomy chapter 28.

Commentary:

Okay. Let’s just consider what we read in the book of Proverbs, very short, a single sentence. “There is one who speaks rashly like a piercing sword.” So, let's stop there for second. “Speaks rashly.” We are all guilty, right? We are all guilty of at some point speaking rationally, right, without thinking about what we’re saying, without considering the consequences of what we might be saying. This seems to be a thing and going around and we…it’s just like part of the human condition. We do this stuff all the time, but wisdom in the Proverbs is saying that's…that's like a piercing sword. So, if we stop thinking about the things that we say, and then put ourselves in the position of things that are being said to us, when somebody’s speaking aggressively and rationally without considering the consequences toward us, attacking us in some way it does feel like that, right, a piercing sword. This theme is throughout the Scriptures, the fact that words actually do matter, that they're not harmless, that they're not benign, that they sort of set the stage for what’s gonna happen in action. So, I don't know, let’s…two…two men walking down the street, they don't just randomly decide to start punching each other, right? They’re just walking down the street. They don't even know each other. If they do, they don't have an offense against each other, they’re just walking down the street. But when someone says something rash to the other like a piercing sword then action can take place that can be profoundly destructive. So, that happens between two people. I mean we can take this inside our house with our spouse, and apply it there and understand that the same truth applies between two people, but that same truth expands to all people. And, so, groups of people can be behaving this way toward other groups of people. And all we gotta do is start opening up the human…the history books of humanity to see where this goes. So, wisdom tells us, yeah, there…there is one who speaks rashly, and they speak like…like a piercing sword but the tongue of the wise brings healing. So, that's one sentence. And that one sentence says an awful lot about our lives, about the state of our lives, about the trajectory of our lives because we basically have a rutter that lives behind our teeth that steers the way our lives go. And it's not inconsequential and it's not harmless, it's very powerful. In fact, the Scriptures will ultimately tell us as we get a little bit deeper into them that the power of life and death is in our words, is in the tongue. It’s famous so we probably already know that. But if it's true let’s just think for a second that the power of life and death is in the tongue. Why do we not pay attention to the kind of power we’re carrying around all day every day? Like, how is it that that power can be unleashed typically for destruction before we can even rein it in? Maybe wisdom would call us to pay attention. Maybe wisdom would call us to bring healing with our tongues instead of destruction, blessing instead of cursing. Maybe that would change our life. Maybe we don’t have to say maybe. That would change our whole life. Do we want that? That would require discipline then wouldn’t it? That would require surrender. That would require that we're not trying to insulate to protect ourselves, but rather we are surrendered to God and we are relying on Him to protect us. We don't have to carve out anything against anybody to have an identity.

Prayer:

Father, we invite You into that. This is so profound. This wisdom is so profound that it would change our lives if we would listen. Holy Spirit help us to remember. Holy Spirit help us to listen before we speak. We ask in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Hey DAB family my name is Jermaine and I'm incarcerated, and I listen to you guys daily basically. I wake up with you guys on my mind and I just pray for you guys and I keep you guys in my mind all the time. And I just want to thank the…I just want to thank Brian and this DAB family for so much encouragement and for so much encouragement and so much prayer. I am literally on a jail call right now leaving this message because the spirit has helped me to pick the phone up to have my loving cousin who is on the end of this phone call but Lord, I'm calling for a prayer request. I'm calling that I be strengthened, that I'm being strengthened in this kind time of darkness, that I know that the Lord works all things, that God works ways out of no way. You see for Him to give me the revelation to keep Him in my heart, to keep Him on my mind, to always seek Him, to want better...Lord…Lord I just I need…I need you guys to pray for me, I need these prayers, I need these prayers because I know in my mind no matter what I go through and no matter what God puts me through that He will take me through. I know He will because I serve a good God. I serve a loving God, a God over all things, a God that created all things. So, DAB family I need your prayers and I'm…I’m praying for each and every last one of you as I listen to this because I have so much time in the world right now being in prison. I'm…I'm Jermaine and I'm calling from Rochester NY. I'm incrassated in the Monroe County facility. And, Oh my God it's just it's so amazing what Brian and the Hardin family is doing and it's…it's just so wonderful that God’s using all of you guys as vessels...

Hi DAB family this is Susie from Colorado. I love you guys. I pray for you every day. You're my family. I just cannot tell you how much I adore this family and Brian and his family. I need prayer please. My husband and I have orphanages in Haiti. We…we raise the children. We don't send them out for adoptions. We…most of our children are disabled or very, very sick. And sometimes they get well. I've seen so many miracles. But we have just taken in the last few days a little boy that we named Elijah and he has hydro cephalic syndrome and I’m devastated because I'm being told that now it’s inoperable and he will soon go blind and then lose any ability to eat on his own or even think on his own and that his brain will slowly die. I come against this. I…I don't…I'm…I’m not accepting that. That's what, you know, what man says. But I'm just really praying to God, He would intervene this time for Elijah seven months old like He has so many times. I have witnessed babies being told that we…we…we were…they wouldn't live to be six months old, and they lived to be…some of them are 29 years old now. So, I just don't believe that. And I know it's all because of prayer. So, please pray for my husband and I and for this very large family that we have in Haiti. Please pray for Elijah. Please save his brain and his life. In Jesus’ name.

Hi there, DAB this is Vonnie from Northern California and I'm responding to a couple of calls I heard this morning. It's April 1st and mommy's Little Rock, I am so sorry that you lost your mom. It's so hard to lose a mom. I lost mine almost a couple years ago now. There's nothing like a mother's love and no one can replace your mom but it's good to know that there are others praying for you. And I'm praying that the Lord will bring just loads of comfort and peace and encouragement your way. Please finish your book. Please get back to writing. And I pray for motivation. That book is going to bless people. Do it for your mom's sake to honor her. And I pray that you will just sense God's love and comforting arms around you. But on the heels of that call, oh Beloved in Texas you just cracked me up. And there's a sermon illustration in that story even though it was just so funny. It's great to laugh at ourselves. But how often do we sit in our own mess and just look good on the outside and pretend everything's OK. I do that. I sit in my own mess and pretend everything's OK. But when we confess to one another our need it's great to have others pray for us and get cleaned up. And, so, thank you for sharing that story. It made me laugh today but thank you for everybody for sharing your stories. We really do need to pray for one another, that the Lord will really clean us. Every…every day is new. Blessings everybody. Have a good one. Bye-bye.

Hi Daily Audio Bible this is James the teacher in LA. I have the heaviest heart in the world. I know I called in a couple weeks ago after not really being a part of the community for maybe two or three years. I lost track but I had said that my wife and I were going through a really hard time. In the meantime, she asked for a two-week separation during a session of couples counseling. And at the end of that two weeks, she said that she…her mind was made up where she wants a divorce. And even saying the words out loud…I've been mulling it over and talking about it with people since Saturday the 22nd. And I'm still devastated. It was facing my own suicidal thoughts that first drove me to Jesus over 20 years ago. There’s been one other time since then when my life was so low that I considered it. But I've hit that spot again worse than ever in my whole life and I'm talking with my therapist and I have a safety plan for those of you have been through losing someone to suicide, so I don’t want to scare anybody, but…but my whole life is just in flames. So, I'm praying for my children. And I still love my wife even when I'm angry…so angry. Please pray for me. Thanks.

Mommy's Little Rock in Arkansas this is God's Life Speaker. I too lost my mom on the 1st of January and I heard you, not only this year when you had called in about your mom. I definitely know how you feel. I too am writing and my mom was the center of all things, someone to bounce everything off of but she is in a much better place for my mom really suffered in the end. And, so, I am grateful, I am sure you are too, that they are in the presence of Jesus. But that doesn't make our earthly walk any easier. The only place we really have to turn to is God and I know you know that as you turned to this family to pray for you. Psalm 73:26 says my flesh and my heart may fail but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. So, Mommy's Little Rock in Arkansas because you are a rock. I've heard you call in and you are a joy raising your kids the right way. I know your mom taught you and you will pass that along. Keep her alive with her kids. So, may the Lord bless you, may the Lord keep you, may the Lord make His face shine upon you Mommy's Little Rock and Arkansas and may He be gracious to you. May He give you peace in the name of Jesus Mommy’s Little Rock in Arkansas. Let God rise up. Joy up. Speak life. Keep your mom alive through all the stories you have to share. God bless you Mommy's Little Rock.

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