#dan fielding fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

chapter 43

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @stark-ironman, @plush4bunny

warnings: swearing, pregnant reader, spoilers for season 3 latest episode

“you sure no one can tell?” I asked, pulling my shirt tight against my stomach. Dan chuckled as he came up behind me, pushing up my shirt as he pressed his hands against the now visible bump. “I would rather they not see it. I don’t want any special treatment just because…”

“(Y/N), it’s fine.” Dan whispered. “They’ll love it. And you know they won’t give you any more special treatment than they already do.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. I put my hand over his and leaned back into him.

“Dan.” I whined as I smiled at him. “Don’t…” I froze as I looked down at our hands. “You feel that?” I looked back at him with a small smile. Dan nodded, staring at our hands in awe.

“She’s kicking.” He whispered. Another little push against our hands made him cup my cheeks and kiss me. I laughed as he pulled away.

“what makes you so sure it’s a girl?” I asked. Dan shrugged with a smile.

“gut feeling.” He said. I nodded as I cupped his cheek.

“sure.” I said, moving to grab my bag and put on my shoes. “Ready to go find out for sure?” Dan nodded as he held his hand out for me. An hour later we were headed to work. “You’re just mad I was right.” Dan laughed. I stuck my tongue out at him as he pulled into his parking space. Dan chuckled before leaning over to kiss me.

"Hey. It doesn't matter. As long as we have a happy and healthy baby, I'm happy." He whispered. "And you know as well as I do that gender is a variable. Whatever she chooses to be, we will support her." Dan put his hand on my belly before kissing me again. "But we should maybe think about gender neutral names just in case." I laughed as I teared up slightly. "What?" Dan asked, confusion flashing across his features.

"Nothing. Just you being..." I shrugged. Dan smiled softly at me as he nodded. "Come on. We've got to go get this over with." Dan held my hand tightly as we walked into the courthouse. "Oh good." I said as everyone looked up from their table. "Hey. Uh we found out the gender today." Abbie jumped up as she hurried over to me.

"Really?" She asked excitedly. I nodded as Dan pulled out a chair. He gently pulled me down onto his knee as everyone watched. "What is it?" Dan leaned over to hand Wyatt the latest sonogram.

"Dan was right." I sighed. "We're having a girl!" Everyone cheered as Abbie patted Dan on the back.

"Good luck Dan." She teased. "Everything you ever did is going to come back to bite you in the ass." Dan rolled his eyes as he pulled me a little closer. "By the way my friend Heather is coming back tonight." Dan groaned as he sat back in the chair. "She said she had a surprise for me so heads up." Gurgs handed me back the sonogram. I passed it back to Dan who tucked it into his pocket.

"Good luck and I am going to make myself scarce." He said, helping me up before walking down the hall. We were able to avoid Heather for most of the night. When Abbie didn't show up after lunch, Dan sighed before leading me to go find her. "Oh wow. You finally meet a man that's shorter than you and you're blowing it." Abbie looked over at him from her spot in front of the baby stroller parked in front of the couch. I gently hit Dan's arm and he shot me a look.

"Where's Heather?" I said. "And who's baby is this?" I smiled at the baby and gently shook his foot.

"This is Heather's baby. She named him Digorno." She said, exhausting clear in her voice.

"Heather's..." I broke off as I looked back at Dan. He shook his head as Abbie got up and started pacing.

"And he doesn't like me. I have never been good with babies. And you know what? i don't really even like babies!" She ranted. Abbie threw the burp cloth on the desk. Dan chuckled as he sat down on the couch.

"Yeah yeah yeah." He said, waving his hand at her. "I get the same reaction when I tell people I don't like kittens." I snickered. Abbie shot him a look and Dan narrowed his eyes at her. "They can sense death Abbie. Don't mess around with the dark magic." I bit my lip to stop from laughing. Dan gently hit my side with a smirk.

"Why don't we watch Digorno for you?" I said, turning to look at Abbie again. "Besides we could use the practice." I shrugged looking at Dan. He nodded, already making faces at the baby in the stroller.

"I mean. Come on. How soft his feet are." He said, looking up at me with a smile. "That wonderful smell? It's coming from him!" I chuckled as I looked at Abbie.

"I think we're gonna be ok here." I added. Abbie nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. She left the room and Dan looked at me. "We've got this." I shrugged. Dan smiled with a nod.

"Help me get him into the carrier." Dan said, moving to get it put on. I stared at him and Dan scoffed. "Yeah like I'm going to let you wear this and have him press or kick against your stomach. Come on." I nodded, trying to discreetly wipe my eyes as I got Digorno out of the stroller. He gurgled as I got him attached to Dan. We headed back into the courtroom and Abbie frowned.

"Counselor..." She started. Dan gently shushed her.

"Shhh baby's happier when he think you aren't here." Dan teased. I rolled my eyes at him as he took the folder and started going through the case. "This could be interesting." He muttered as he gently bounced with the baby. I took a deep breath as my hand came to rest on my stomach. As Dan started talking, I rubbed circles into it as I felt the baby kick again. I gently smiled at Dan, knowing she was probably kicking because she was hearing her dad. Dan paused before coming over by me. "Now this is in no way how it will go with our daughter. But...I know Heather was using those organic crap diapers. Can you please take him and change him?" I nodded as I reached for Digorno.

"Counselor? Is there an issue?" Abbie called. Dan turned to look at her as we started to unattach Dan from the baby.

"Just a little situation. We're perfectly fine." Dan said. Abbie gave him a look.

"Then can we get back to the case counselor?" She asked. Dan glanced at me before turning back to her.

"I will need a brief recess of say a minute." He said. Abbie shook her head and Dan looked at me, a slight panic on his face. "You really need to take this baby. The smell has a heat to it." Glancing at Abbie, I reached behind Dan and just unclipped the carrier. He sagged slightly before smiling at me thankfully.

"I'll watch him. Go finish work." I assured him. Dan nodded appreciatively before heading back to his spot. I went and changed him, playing with him as I worked. Heather came back and watched me for a minute.

"Abbie tells me your pregnant." She said, coming into the room. I nodded, picking Digorno up and gently bouncing with him.

"Yeah." I said. "We found out we're having a girl today so..." I laughed quietly as I booped the baby in my arms. "Perfect timing." Heather laughed as she reached out for him. I handed him over before helping her clean up.

"Just a word of advice. Take it if you want or forget it I don't care." She said. "It seems like chaos. Too much going on at once or not at all. And sometimes you are going to question why you did this at all." I nodded as I held the stroller for her to help put Digorno down. "When it feels like that, just hold her. Hold her close and take a breath. She'll be worth it. In the end." Heather smiled at me. "Even if it doesn't seem like it in the moment. Hold her with Dan. Take a million pictures of the three of you. Or her and him. Have him take pictures of you and her." She shrugged. "Just exist in the moment." She shrugged on the diaper bag and turned to leave. Dan appeared in the doorway, smiling at me before heading to the stroller.

"You tell anyone we had this exchange and I will deny it. But ciao Digorno." He said before gently booping the baby. He nodded to Heather as she left before coming over to hug me. "What was that about?" He asked, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.

"Just a little advice from one new parent to another." I said, hugging him tight. "You did good today." I said, looking up at him. Dan smiled at me before kissing me softly.

"Let's head home. And start thinking up baby names." He said, taking my hand and leading me out.

[rainarainbows]

Since I want to try practicing my writing skills I will be taking some Dan x Harry fanfic requests which my inbox is open so please do request them there. Plus when these fanfic are posted you guys can critize my work. Really want to improve my writing. So let the fan fic requests begin!

P.S. won’t do spicy scenes but fade to black since I can’t write spicy scenes plus I’m aroace so please understand.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP fanfic Idea: Pin-Man and the Merry Metal-makers.

The Fenton children all have the misfortune of going home for the holidays and getting tangled up in their father's latest invention, where he, once again, forgot to carry the two. The invention was meant to teleport ghosts into the Ghost Portal as soon as they were captured.

It was supposed to be a long-overdue upgrade to the Fenton Thermos, which Jack had been eager to reveal. His children had all moved out, including the two clones of his son, who had morphed into their own person, and he had taken in as his kids, so it was a real treat to have them home.

Jazz and Dan were both in college four hours away. Jazz was studying psychology, and Dan was studying Law. The two had rented out a house together while working full-time jobs. Dan was one of the older students, but seeing as he hadn't been able to continue his education in his timeline, the Fentons felt like it was not "too late" when it meant learning.

Danny had chosen not to go to college but entered the trades. He had gotten into metal design and jewelry making and was currently learning to wield. Dani shared her brother's love of trade, but she focused more on metal and graphic design. They also lived alone in different apartments despite living in neighboring cities.

With everyone's conflicting schedules, they rarely, if ever, saw each other in person. Texts and phone calls were commonplace but it was nothing like waking up to the chatter of the children (Jack didn't care. They were all well into their twenties and early thirties. They would always be his children)

The holidays were the one time Jack and Maddie fought a year, so she didn't double-check his calculations before Jack fired off the thermos on Christmas morning. It, of course, malfunctioned, sucking in the Halfas twins first, then Dan, and finally, Jazz, who ran over to help, unaware it could pick up humans.

Jack had meant to create a ghost trapper with a self-emptying trash bag. Instead, he made a pocket teleporter. Only he had not designed a way to get what he teleported straight into the Ghost Zone back. Instead, he focused on making sure the ghost was flung as far away from the portal as it could teleport it to, in order to deter the ghost from coming back.

Even though Danny was no longer Phantom Two's protector, Jack and Maddie took up the job of keeping the town safe against ghosts that were actually harmful. It was a hassle having them come back after every fight.

It's safe to say that both Jack and Maddie put aside their yearly argument about Santa Claus to try to track down the children.

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Meanwhile, the Fentons found themselves in the ghost zone, in an area none recognized, before realizing that Jazz could not fly. She plummeted towards the bottomless void, screaming at the top of her lungs, falling straight into a swirling portal of darkness.

Thanks to their ghost powers, the other three were able to get balanced in the air before shooting after her. They didn't care that the portal was colored differently; all that mattered was that one of them caught Jazz as she continued to fall, this time over the landscape of a rather grass field.

In the end, Dani was able to catch up to her, wrapping her arms around her sister and slowing them down into a gentle hover above the ground. The women sighed in relief until their thirty-two-year-old brother and the twenty-two-year-old brother landed on them because their powers fizzed out, shifting them back into humans.

Groans and swears were heard as they quickly unpiled. Dani was also now a human, sporting a large bruise on her back for her troubles.

"Where are we?" She asked, looking around. The large grass field was smacked in the middle of a large desert forest and an even larger city far away.

"Don't know," Dan mutters, clenching and unclenching his fist. "But wherever we are, it's not letting me go ghost."

"Me either," Danny reveals, jumping on the balls of his feet. "Can't even produce ice."

"If your powers aren't working, something happened to your ectoplasm filter." Jazz concludes grimly, rubbing at her ankle with one hand. It had twisted when Danny landed on her. She was staring at her wristwatch, to which their mom had attached an ectoplasm reader. "The ectoplasm levels in the air are so low they're practically non-existent. This isn't our Earth."

"Communication is down too," Dani sighs, staring at the glowing blue screen of her phone, which her parents modified to work in the Ghost Zone, singing on her face. "Can't even get a signal"

"Typically of Dad getting us stranded in a different dimension." Jazz grumbles, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "At least mid-terms ended."

"Amen to that," Dan says before straightening his back and clapping his hands. "Alright. We need to make a plan. Let's go into the city, find out if the currency they use is similar to ours, and get food and shelter if it is. How much money do you all have?"

"I'm literally in pajamas covered in Christmas trees," Dani deadpans. "I have no cash on me at all."

"You're worthless. Next?"

"I also have no money," Jazz winces, gesturing to her plain blue silk pajama set (a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of pants). "I left it in my purse."

Dan rubs his face. He's also clad in pajamas, but he has a checker red and black bottom that didn't match the green shirt with the printed words Comrade of the Grinch. "I have ten dollars because I was going to run down the street and buy eggnog with cookies from that little neighbor girl. Mom handed me the money and told me to go after breakfast."

"I have nine hundred and fifty," Danny announces, ruffling in his jeans pocket until he finds the wad of cash. Everyone stares at him in utter bafflement until he shrugs. "I was going to meet up with Sam and Tucker after breakfast. We were going to gamble a little."

"You call nine-hundred and fifty a little!?"

"Oh no, I owe Tucker seven hundred dollars for that laptop he fixed up for me a few weeks ago. I tried to send it through the virtual payment apps, but his account got locked, so it had to be in cash." Danny waves away their concerns. "I'm sure he won't mind if I ask him to wait until the banks open again."

"Alright. We have a plan and funds- hopefully- let's go." Dan says, moving towards the city. He walks by a sign that reads Welcome to Gotham.

"How bad can this place be?"

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Bruce eyed the screen with wary eyes. The still image of the four siblings didn't change, nor did their bright smiles and strange offits.

It's been six months since the strangers blew into town. Bruce hadn't been able to find evidence of them beforehand, nor did he have a clear picture of their timeline.

What he did know was that sometime in December, the four siblings, going by the last name Fenton, had wandered into a second-hand store, bought a change of outfits, and vanished into the city.

They popped up again three weeks later at a local artist festival. Danny, one of the twins, had rented a booth to sell enamel pins of strangely designed ghosts. He claimed to have created them, and his sister had helped design them.

The following week, his siblings were reported for selling metal wear on the side of the road. It's illegal in Old Gotham to sell things without a license, and it had been run out by the police. They returned soon after with a permit that, despite looking as accurate as can be, was not filed in the city's databases until five days later.

Of course, he would not know any of these until he started building an investigation. What caused this investigation? The Fentons had been inside Scarecrow's latest lair as his most recent test subjects.

The only thing was that, despite the various experiments done on them, none of the Fentons showed any sign of being affected by the needle injections. If anything, they seemed more inconvenienced than frightened by their capture.

Scarecrow had concluded the same thing as Bruce. None of the four Fentons were humans, but for some reason, they were hiding among the human race as metal artists selling enamel pins and metal artwork.

Bruce wasn't sure where they were staying, what they were planning, or what they were after. He would have been okay with leaving them alone, except Damian had reported that the Pin-Man, aka Danny Fenton, had not only spotted him when Robin was doing a stake out of a possible high-ranking member of a mob but had gotten close enough to try and sell him some pins of Damian's favorite anime.

How did he know what show his son liked to watch, and how did he get close enough to a highly trained assassin who didn't notice him until it was too late?

Also, why did Damian buy nine? All questions Bruce needed to have answered.

Bruce Wayne should try to find out what other kinds of pins his son would like if Damian hasn't already bought the whole series. He'll have to stop at the rumored areas where the metal workers were said to be operating.

[aselys]

Here is a sneak peek at my upcoming update for my ‘Candy and Guns’ story over on AO3.

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to get my vision to clear. I took in my surroundings, Dan hadn’t moved from the side of the hospital bed, although he had gotten a chair to sit in. He was sleeping in probably the most uncomfortable position for his long frame, bent over with his head on his arms at the edge of my bed. I tried to move my hand to reach him but the wires and the tubing attached to me, made it difficult for what seemed to be an easy task. I grunted in effort to only muster a fluffle of Dan’s hair. It seemed to achieve it’s purpose because Dan stirred from his uneasy slumber, and I saw that he hadn’t showered in at least a couple of days with the amount of stubble along his face. ‘Jeeze, how long was I out?’ I thought to myself. I smiled at him simply saying, “Hey.” It came out extremely hoarse and weak. However, it was enough for Dan, who sprung from the chair and came to the head of the bed.

“Alyssa! You’re awake!” He turned from me and ran to the door and called out to the nurse’s who were at the station. “She’s awake! Come check her!” I could only imagine the frustration from the nurses at hearing him calling out so loudly.

[cheynovak]

Four men, One Birthday 🎂

@zepskies I got this amazing request from @deanwinchestersgirl8734 to write you a fanfict from all of us who like you and your fanfics/work. (Including myself)

To honour you I couldn't just choose one character so instead I made 4 small fics.

Happy belated birthday! 🎂

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** Dean**

The Impala parked at the edge of an empty field outside Lebanon. The stars were bright and unapologetically bold, like Dean Winchester himself.

Alex leaned back on the hood of the car, a greasy burger in one hand, fries in the other. Dean sat next to her, sipping a cold soda, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"This is your idea of a romantic dinner?" she teased, bumping her shoulder into his. "Via cheeseburger?"

"Hey," he said, feigning offense. "This isn't just a cheeseburger. This is the 'Greasy Dan's Ultimate Double Stack'—only served after 10 PM. Limited edition."

She laughed, tossing a fry at him. "And the stars? Was that your plan or just coincidence?"

Dean tilted his head, watching her face glow in the moonlight. "Bit of both. Figured you deserved something quiet. Something real."

Alex went quiet. Sometimes Dean surprised her—not with gifts or gestures—but with presence. With the way he saw her when no one else really did.

"Thanks, Dean," she said softly.

He leaned in, bumping his knee against hers. "Happy Birthday."

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**Beau**

Alex didn’t expect much when she walked through her front door. Maybe a quiet evening, maybe some takeout—definitely not a burst of confetti and a chorus of “SURPRISE!” that nearly made her drop her keys.

The house had been transformed—twinkling lights hung like vines from the ceiling, soft music played in the background, and the smell of warm cupcakes lingered in the air.

Beau Arlen stood in the middle of it all, looking proud and a little nervous in that charming cowboy way of his. He wore a button-up that had obviously been ironed with care, and in his hand, a birthday crown that looked like it belonged at a kid’s party.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart,” he said, stepping forward and placing the crown gently on her head.

Alex blinked, overwhelmed. “You did all this?”

He nodded. “Yes m'am. Wanted you to feel special. You’re always thinkin’ about everybody else. Figured someone oughta do the same for you.”

Her eyes shimmered as she took it all in—friends from town, a handmade banner that read *“Alex: One of a Kind”*, and in the corner, a photo booth with props Beau probably didn’t even understand but set up anyway.

Later, when most of the guests had gone, Beau handed her a cupcake topped with a single candle. Just the two of them now, in the quiet after the party.

“Make a wish, beautiful ” he said.

She looked at him, then the candle, and smiled.

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**Ben**

The day after her birthday, Alex opened her front door to the smell of... something burning.

“Ben?” she called, cautiously stepping inside.

“In the kitchen!” his voice echoed back, followed by a *clang*, a muffled curse, and the sound of something definitely not supposed to sizzle.

She stepped in to find Ben, sleeves rolled up, and a proud (but sweaty) smile on his face—standing beside a table set for two. The centerpiece? A meal that looked like it had fought back.

“Happy... belated birthday?” he said, sheepishly.

Alex raised a brow, crossing her arms “You forgot.”

“I remembered—just, you know, twenty-four hours too late,” he admitted. “But I brought reinforcements.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a velvet box. Inside, nestled in dark blue satin, was a vintage necklace—delicate gold with a small emerald center. Old, but timeless.

“Found it at an antique shop,” he said, voice softer. “Figured something with a little history deserved someone who’s got a hell of a story herself.”

Alex stared at it, touched in that deep, quiet way. “Ben... it’s beautiful.”

He shrugged, then motioned to the plate of whatever-he-tried-to-cook. “Now, the food—uh, don’t hold it against me. I was going for ‘modern man’—but I think we better not eat it.”

She laughed, loud and unfiltered, as she walked over and hugged him tight. 'You’re ridiculous,” she said into his chest.

“Yeah, I know this new man shit his bullshit” he chuckled. “But I’m trying. For you.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, the necklace catching light between them.

“That’s all I wanted.”

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**Russell**

Alex wasn’t expecting him. Not really. Not after weeks of radio silence and disappearing into whatever shadows Russell called work. But there he was, standing outside her door in his battered leather jacket, hands in his pockets, a little out of place—but unmistakably him.

“Russell?” she blinked.

“Hey,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching into something like a smile. “Didn’t miss it, did I?”

“You’re a few hours late,” she said, teasing. “But I guess I’ll let it slide.”

“I brought something,” he said, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a folded map—real old, worn at the edges, with scribbled notes in the margins. “Marked some spots. Places I thought you might wanna go, for... I don't know a first date?"

She unfolded it slowly. National parks. Hidden diners. Remote stargazing cliffs. Each marked in red ink, with small notes like *‘sunset here’s unreal’* or *‘you’d like the music in this one.’*

“I figured... maybe you’d let me take you. One at a time.”

Alex was quiet, touched in a way she couldn’t quite say out loud. “You made me a road trip?”

Russell shrugged, suddenly looking unsure. “You always talk about wanting to see the world. I figured maybe I could be better at sticking around… if the world was with you.”

She stepped forward, fingers curling into his jacket. “You came all this way... just to see me?"

He looked down at her, voice low. “I don’t do big parties. But I do show up—for you.”

She smiled. “Then you gave me exactly what I wanted.”

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[leafyeyes417]

Danny’s future evil self

In the canon show, he goes by Dan. Often times in the fanfics/prompts (where he isn’t just some off screen event) he gets redeemed. I love them honestly.

In most of those Dan gets to pretend to be human, whether it’s though getting him a clone body to use etc. And when they give him a new ID generally Dan gets a name like Dante. So he still has the nickname Dan but also a legal full name.

But my most pressing question about all this is, where did the name Jordan come from?! I’ve seen a few prompts here on Tumblr giving him the name Jordan and it feels so out of left field. So, please let me know what other weird names Dan has been given. And if you know where Jordan came from. 😶

[capan-deveraux2]

Why do I get crushes on the most obscure characters?

Like Anthony (the angel of death) on Touched by an Angel

Look at this cutie patooti!! How can I not love him!!

Or Chris Halliwell from Charmed

He’s a smart ass and I love him for it! He just wants to save his brothers soul

Or Ambassador Tos from Star Trek Enterprise

THERE ARE NO GIFS OF HIM!!!!

Why are there no GIFs he’s adorable

Or Judge Harry Stone from Night Court

Or Dan fielding also from Night Court (the second guy in the above gif)

Or Jenkins from The Librarians

But to be fair I might just have a crush on the actor

Or Dr Phlox also from Enterprise

He’s a family man!! He got 3 wives and so much love to give, towards the end of the series when he can’t save T’Pols, and Tuckers baby’s life he cries and says it hurts like it’s one of his own. So much love in this man that when his friends hurt he hurts

And he feels insulted when Tucker doesn’t want to sleep with one of his wives after she pursues him so we know he’s good with sharing lol

Or Ringo Langley from X-Files and The Lone Gunmen

(The blonde one in the middle here)

He’s such a sweetheart cutie pie!! How can one not love him! He plays dungeons and dragons and dresses up like his character when he does and writes for a newspaper. He matches my freak lol

Or Graverobber from Repo the Genetic Opera

He’s so dramatic!! I love him. He sings ! And I love his hair!

Or Odo from Deep Space Nine

WHY CANT I FIND A GOOD GIF OF HIM!!!

And finally (at the risk of being called a furry

Why is the no reader inserts for Skimbleshanks, Mr mistoffles, or Rum Tum Tugger!!!

THERE IS NO GOOD GIFS OF SKIMBLSHANKS!!

But look at my boi mistofflees hop and dance, he’s a tuxedo cat that’s also a magician!!

And look a tugger go! He’s a bad boi stereotype

I ran out of room for gifs but those are the main ones anyway

I’m gonna have to make an appreciation post for each of these guys individually, hell I used to write fanfic for a couple of them before I got locked out of my old tumblr account

[taco-drinking-bleach]

I know its been a bit, but ofc back on that Yanqing rant. Yanqing's relationship with his father more on point (Jing Yuan). As many of you know I like reading Yanqing fanfics, as well as seeing content of him. I have also talked about this a little before in the past. But, a ton of Yanqing content is just of Jing Yuan :[. Not saying that Yanqing doesn't have any at all, its just sometimes when looking for content of him it falls onto more Jing Yuan land. Like say I wanted to read a story about Yanqing being hurt/close to death. In stories like that it makes sense for us to see Jing Yuan's POV and emotions. It is *his* son after all. But say its about Yanqing on the battle field and the story gets side tracked to Jing Yuan, blade, and Dan Hung. It feels a little random. like Yanqing is just a filler/pov swap to better Jing Yuan's lore. I find that unfair, No characters roll in a fandom should be 'oh crumbs, he is close to XYZ character, better add him". You don't have to add someone you don't like to a story, don't have to even cover up what you are doing. Do what you want and if people flock to you to hear, then enjoy, if not? Preach to the void! If you love it *say* it go forward. It doesn't matter if deaf ears or an auditorium. My point is Yanqing is a flesh out character (That recently [I didn't post at that time so TECHNICALLY RECENTLY] got more content) In this content it showed him becoming more responsible and an amazing teacher. Even willing to fight and train like Jing Yuan taught him. I find this really sweet. :] I personally love it when someone goes into there connection and how much of an impact they make on each other in big and small ways. That is what parenthood is. That is what growing up is. That is what a healthy relationship is. Something that isn't as appreciated as it should be. They will hover around each other like a boat at a dock. Although, A boat may leave a dock, they will always return. Only when the boat falls at sea or the port is left behind is that not true. Even still the ship parts will wash up on land, and the dock will be a secret point were the desperate go to hide from the harsh winds. Its important to build relationships in characters. Do not wear a character down, do not pin a name, with only the hopes of defining them based off of who they know and not who they are.

[venactricisfics]

Bucking Tradition: A Yellowstone Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Six

I sat in my pantsuit, legs crossed, doing my best to look somewhat interested as Jamie stood at the front of the room, his hand on the Bible, being sworn in as Montana’s Attorney General. Dad sat beside me, his expression a perfect blend of boredom and barely concealed disdain. He shifted in his chair, adjusting his tie like it was a noose. If I was struggling to feign interest, he wasn’t even trying.

I leaned slightly toward him. “You look thrilled.”

His jaw twitched, and he barely moved his lips as he muttered, “I’d rather be branding cattle.” After our fight with the bikers, Dad decided he didn’t have time for camping anymore. Whatever moment of peace he’d been trying to carve out for himself was over. The real battle had come knocking, and he had no choice but to answer.

Market Equities—some big-ass fucking deal, according to Beth—had bought Dan Jenkins’ old golf course. But they weren’t looking to build another casino like the chief. No, they wanted something bigger. A whole goddamn city. High-rises, shopping centers, luxury developments. And right in the middle of it all? A massive airport, planted smack dab in the middle of our fields.

They weren’t just trying to buy up land. They were coming for our land.

This was why we needed Jamie in that office. Not because we trusted him, not because we wanted him there—but because he was our best shot at making sure the law worked in our favor. That they couldn’t just legislate us out of existence, steal our home right out from under us.

Whether Jamie saw it that way or not, it didn’t matter. He was in the fight now, whether he liked it or not.

I sat back as the former attorney general and the governor continued the formalities. Jamie’s voice was steady, polished—every bit the politician he always wanted to be. He was made for this.

And yet, as I watched him shake hands and smile for the camera, I couldn’t help but wonder—was he still one of us? Or had he finally sold his soul for a seat at the table?

“Congratulations, Jamie,” I told him, keeping my tone polite but distant as the last of the handshakes and photo ops wrapped up.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Thanks.”

Dad barely spared him a glance before turning to the governor. “He’s all yours now.” His voice was dry, void of any warmth or pride. Just a simple statement of fact.

Jamie’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he expected this, maybe he didn’t. Either way, he wasn’t getting any fatherly approval today.

I gave Jamie a soft smile—not much, but enough to acknowledge the moment—before following Dad out of the governor’s office. The heavy doors shut behind us, and with them, any illusion that Jamie still belonged to this family.

—-

The moment I arrived home, I wasted no time peeling off that stiff pantsuit, swapping it for my favorite pair of jeans and well-worn boots. Before I could think too much, I was already in the saddle, the familiar weight of my horse beneath me as we cut across the field.

Summer camp was over. The tents were coming down, the fires long burned out, and the quiet hum of everyday ranch life was settling back in. Still, I wanted to see it one last time—to get some sort of closure on the weeks I’d spent out here. Weeks where nothing mattered except the cattle in the pastures and the cowboy in my bed.

But now, with camp dismantling around me, I couldn’t help but wonder—where did we go from here?

Would Ryan stay with me in the main house, waking up beside me each morning like he had out in camp? Or would he just assume his place back in the bunkhouse, like nothing had changed? Like we hadn’t changed?

The thought unsettled me more than I cared to admit.

Tate wrinkled his nose, clearly not thrilled about leaving. Can’t blame the kid. Camp life had a way of making everything feel simpler. No walls, no rules—just the land and the work.

“Do we have to go?” he asked, dragging his feet.

“Yeah,” Monica sighed, ruffling his hair. “Your dad has to work in the city.”

“The city sucks ass,” Tate grumbled.

I pressed my lips together, trying to stifle my laughter as Monica shot him a look.

“Sucks what?” she asked, hands on her hips. “Where are you learning this stuff?”

I barely tilted my chin toward the cowboys taking down the last of the tents. She followed my gaze, instantly understanding.

Her scolding was cut short by Ryan’s loud snort of disgust.

“Jesus, look at the size of that fucking spider,” he muttered, stepping back.

My stomach turned. “Please tell me that was not in my fucking tent the whole time.”

“Shit,” Teeter chimed in, squinting at the monster of an arachnid. “You could saddle that sumbitch and ride his fucking ass back to the barn.”

Tate burst out laughing. Monica sighed. And I decided maybe it was a good thing camp was over.

“Alex, you feel like getting your hands dirty?” Rip asked me. 

“Guess it depends on what you had in mind,” I pulled my ballcap down to shield my eyes from the sun. 

“Gonna go run the fence line,” he said.

I glanced back at the tent, eyeing the massive spider that had claimed it as its own. Better him than me.

"Alright," I nodded, adjusting my ballcap. "I'll go check fence lines with you. Long as that guy stays put."

Rip smirked, shaking his head. "He ain't on the payroll yet."

Jake and Ethan secured the last of the gear onto the pack mules while Lloyd and Teeter finished saddling a couple of gentle horses for Monica and Tate. The camp was nearly packed up, just a few more things left to haul out.

Ryan walked up beside me, resting a hand on my lower back. "You sure you wanna work? Could just ride back with me."

I smirked up at him. "That sounds a hell of a lot like an invitation to be lazy."

"Ain't nothin' wrong with a lazy day, baby."

"Maybe later." I gave his cheek a quick pat before heading toward Rip. "Let’s get to it before I change my mind."

Rip chuckled, "Come on then, cowgirl. Let’s see if you still remember how to fix a damn fence. Colby, Ryan you’re with me too.” 

I couldn’t think of anything better as I climbed on the back of my horse and trotted after him. 

The sun hung high overhead as we rode out toward the fence line, the scent of dry grass and saddle leather thick in the air. The land stretched out before us, untouched and wide, the kind of space that made you feel both free and small all at once.

Ryan rode up beside me, his hand brushing against mine on the reins. "You ever think about just riding off and not coming back?"

I smirked, glancing over at him. "Depends. You coming with me?"

"Guess that depends on where you're headed," he replied, his easy grin tugging at my resolve.

"Anywhere that doesn't have a busted fence and trespassers tearing up my land."

Rip shot a look over his shoulder. "Y’all plan on actually workin’ or just flirtin’ all day?"

Ryan just smirked, tipping his hat back. "Can’t help it, boss. She’s distracting."

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue.

Colby rode ahead, scanning the fence line. "Over here," he called, pointing at a section where the wire was sagging, a few posts leaning at an awkward angle.

Rip sighed. "Alright, let’s get to work. Colby, you tighten that wire. Ryan, help me brace that post. Alex, you grab the staples and hammer. We’re fixin’ this right."

I swung down off my horse, already reaching for the tools. "Yeah, yeah, I remember how to do this, Rip."

"Good," he said, smirking. "Then don’t fuck it up."

Sagging fence repaired we climbed back on our horses to travel further down the line. 

“What in the fuck?” Ryan exclaimed.

“Nothing good ever comes after you say that, cowboy,” I followed his line of site. A heard of buffalo were roaming in the field on the other side of the fence. 

“You think they wandered over from the park?” Colby asked. 

“There’s too many fences between here and there,” I told him. 

“Who are these son of a bitches?” Rip cocked his head in the direction of an older cowboy and a younger cowboy sitting on their horses. “Come on let’s go.”

“Hey!” Rip shouted over to them and they trotted their horsed closer. “Sporting club running buffalo now?”

“Sporting club ain’t runnin’ shit no more,” the older cowboy said.

“Well, then whose are those?” Rip asked. I squinted my eyes looking out at them. Something familiar about him, I just couldn’t place it.

“Don’t matter 'cause they’re not yours,” the older cowboy said.

“You got permission to run them here?” Rip asked.

“No, I just decided to run some buffalo across a field for no fuckin’ reason,” he responded his weight shifting in his seat. 

When the younger man looked my direction, I knew who he was. 

I was fifteen when I met him in another life.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening on the saddle horn.

Clint Fucking Morrow. A name I hadn’t thought about in years, yet the moment his eyes met mine, it all came rushing back. The county fair, the stolen kisses behind the barns, the way he’d sweet-talked me into thinking I was his girl—until I wasn’t. Until I found out I was just another name on a long list of girls who thought the same damn thing.

I swallowed hard, forcing the memory back down where it belonged. Where it had stayed buried for years.

Clint had been my first mistake—the kind you don’t realize is a mistake until it’s too late. I’d been young, stupid, and flattered by his attention, especially after Beth sent him packing. It hadn’t taken long to realize he didn’t want me, just the idea of me. Someone easier to impress, someone who didn’t see through his bullshit.

And then there was the loft.

I shuddered. It wasn’t something I liked to think about, let alone talk about. It sure as hell wasn’t some sweet, stolen moment I'd wanted to remember. It was rough, rushed, and more about him getting what he wanted than about me at all. I’d walked away feeling used, ashamed, and sore in a way that had nothing to do with my body.

And now here he was, acting like we were old flames instead of a regret I’d spent years trying to forget. I never wanted to see him again. Guess never came sooner than I expected. 

“I don’t want my cattle getting brucellosis from those fuckers either,” Rip said, eyes narrowing at Clint.

“Keep your cattle on your side of the fence,” Clint snapped back, voice dripping with contempt.

Rip’s gaze shifted to Wade, a warning flashing in his eyes. “You oughta tell your boy to watch the bass in his voice when he speaks to me.”

“Boy?” Clint’s face darkened, and without a moment’s hesitation, he swung off his horse, jumping over the fence with a snarl. Rip followed suit, meeting him head-on, his fist landing square in Clint’s face with a sickening crack that sent Clint reeling back to the other side of the fence.

Before anyone could catch their breath, Wade pulled a gun—of course, he did. Cowards never fight fair. “I’ll blow your fucking brains all over this field,” Wade spat, his hand shaking with barely contained rage.

“Then fucking do it,” Rip’s voice was cold, unflinching.

Ryan stepped forward, gun drawn, badge visible. “Reserve agent, Livestock Association.” His voice rang out, calm and lethal. “I’ll shoot you where you stand if you don’t put that fucking pistol down.”

Wade chuckled darkly. “Reserve agent? Duttons still running that scam?”

Rip’s eyes never left him. “We don’t know you.”

Wade smirked. “You wouldn’t. But your boss does. And his pretty little daughter over there.” The way his gaze slid toward me made my skin crawl, but I held my ground. “Tell him Wade Morrow says ‘hello.’”

My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. “My dad wants what you took from him, you asshole.” 

Wade gave me a smirk that didn’t touch his eyes. “We’ll see each other again, real soon.”

“You better hope I never see you again,” Rip growled, taking a step closer to him, his fists clenched at his sides.

Wade turned his back, voice dripping with venom. “Next time, fight me fair.”

Rip’s voice was low, dangerous. “Shit, I’ll fight you fair. Get down off your fucking horse.”

“Save that for a rainy day,” Wade shot back, turning his horse around.

Ryan kept his gun trained on Wade as he walked toward him, voice unwavering. “I need proof those buffalo are brucellosis-free.”

“If you’re man enough, come and get it,” Wade sneered, flicking the reins of his horse. “Come on.”

Clint, now a few paces behind his father, looked me up and down, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Still look good on horseback, Alex.”

I couldn’t hold back the anger any longer. “Fuck you, Clint.” I shot back, my voice sharp.

Wade and Clint spurred their horses, riding off with one last glance at us, leaving the field behind them in unsettling silence.

Colby broke the tension. “Why would they leave buffalo here?” he asked, staring out at the herd, his eyes darting to the fence. “They’re gonna tear this place apart.”

“I think that’s the idea,” I muttered, my stomach twisting.

Ryan was still watching me, his gaze sharp but cautious. “Alex,” he said, his voice softer now, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. “What the hell happened with him?”

I shook my head, brushing the thought aside. "Nothing worth talking about."

Rip let out a frustrated grunt. "Well, that 'nothing' just rolled up with a damn buffalo herd. So if there’s somethin’ we need to know, now’s the time."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, my fingers trembling just slightly. "Clint’s just a cocky little shit who thinks he’s bigger than he is. He used to hang around the ranch when we were kids, thinking he was something special." I glanced at Rip, my voice quieter as I added, “Wade used to work at the ranch.”

Rip’s expression darkened. “That fucker went to prison, didn’t he?”

I nodded, feeling a flicker of heat rise in my chest. “For takin’ what no hand should take, especially when they,” I patted my chest, making sure Rip understood exactly what I meant, “are supposed to be all in. And Clint’s just as slimy as he was back then.”

Ryan’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Did he hurt you?”

The question hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked me that, but this was different. I met his eyes, the concern there so raw and genuine it made my chest tighten. He wasn’t just asking out of curiosity; he already knew something was off.

I exhaled through my nose, trying to keep my voice steady. "Not in the way you mean."

Ryan’s fingers tightened around the reins, his gaze not leaving me. I could tell that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, but he held his ground. For now.

The silence between us stretched, thick and heavy. Neither of us said anything else, but it felt like the words we weren’t speaking hung in the air.

 —--

I walked into the bunkhouse, the familiar scent of sweat and leather mixing with the heavy scent of dust. The noise of the day—the confrontation with Wade and Clint, the damn buffalo, the weight of it all—felt like it was closing in on me. I just needed a moment to let it all go.

But the second I stepped through the door, the music hit me like a wave. The sound of a country song—something with a good beat—poured out of the bunkhouse, filling the space. My body relaxed a little as the chaotic day faded into the background.

And then I saw him.

Jimmy was back.

I stopped, momentarily stunned, before a wide grin spread across my face. "Laramie? What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with surprise and excitement.

She leaned back against the counter, her signature playful grin lighting up her face. "When Mia told me her new boyfriend worked at the Yellowstone," she said, “I knew I had to come.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in my shoulders easing. I walked over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. "It’s been too damn long," I said, squeezing her tightly.

“I know,” Laramie replied, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “It’s been almost two years since you left the rodeo circuit.”

“Has it really been that long?” It dawned on me all that had happened since I came home to take a break from the rodeo and be with my family. The last couple of years had flown by in a blur, and I hadn’t even realized how much had changed until now.

“It has been too fucking long, girl,” I exclaimed, my hands on her shoulders as I pulled back to look at her. The sight of my old friend, standing there in front of me, felt like a piece of the past I didn’t realize I’d missed.

“We keep running into your old friends everywhere today,” Colby chuckled from the corner, clearly amused at the unexpected reunion.

“We helped ourselves to your beer,” the dark-haired woman—who I guessed was Mia, Jimmy’s new girlfriend—said with a mischievous grin. “I hope you don’t mind.”

I raised an eyebrow. I’d need to figure out that story later, but for now, I could appreciate her boldness. “We can see that,” Colby said, rolling his eyes. “They come with you, Jimmy?”

“Yeah, this was not my idea,” Jimmy said, his voice tinged with resignation.

“Fuck it,” Teeter suddenly announced, throwing her hands in the air before starting to dance. “It’s Friday night somewhere.”

“No, today is Friday,” Colby muttered. “It’s Friday right now.”

“Then Friday’s your lucky fucking day,” Teeter shot back, shimmying her hips in Colby’s direction with a grin that practically begged for a reaction.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the back-and-forth between the two of them. “She’s growing on you, isn’t she?” I cocked a brow at Colby, unable to resist teasing him.

“She’s not growing on me,” Colby shot back, but I could hear the hint of amusement in his voice. “Okay, fine. She’s got a couple of moves and stuff. It’s kinda like she’s a dancer. She studied.”

“Where in the fuck did she study dancing?” Ryan exclaimed, his eyes wide. “The fucking sheepers��� cabin?”

Laramie swayed over to Lloyd, her presence always commanding attention. I smirked again, watching as she charmed him like she always did. Same girl, new place.

“Fucking barrel racers,” Jake muttered under his breath, clearly trying to suppress his laughter.

“You’re getting the joke now, aren’t you, Jimmy?” Ryan chuckled, shooting a glance toward Jimmy as he watched Laramie work her magic.

“So which one is yours?” Laramie asked with a coy smile, her eyes scanning the room, landing on each cowboy like they were potential contenders.

“That one,” I motioned toward Ryan, a proud grin on my face.

Laramie’s eyes immediately followed my gesture, and she took her time scanning his body, her smile widening as she took in the view. “I can see why you waited around for that one,” she said with a teasing glint in her eyes.

I shot her a playful glare, but there was no mistaking the pride I felt in the way she looked at him. He was mine, and damn proud of it.

Ryan pulled me into his lap, a grin tugging at his lips. "Your friend is interesting."

"You have no idea," I smiled back, teasing him a little as I settled in.

Laramie, ever the hostess, lined up some shots on the table and passed them around. The energy in the room was buzzing, everyone finding their groove as the night wore on.

"I don’t understand," Ryan shouted over the noise, his voice tinged with confusion as he watched Jimmy getting cozy with Mia.

"Honestly, man, neither do I," Jimmy replied, not even looking up from where he was sharing a kiss with Mia.

Ryan let out a low whistle. "That is shocking to me," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Ryan’s surprise. “What’s wrong, cowboy? It’s like you've never seen two people dumb and in love.” 

“We’re not like that are we?” he asked.

“Yes, you are fucking worse,” Colby called over.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at Colby’s comment, but before he could respond, I turned toward him and pressed a kiss to his lips, silencing him for a moment. The kiss was quick, but enough to remind him of where we were—together, in this mess of a world we’d carved out.

Colby whistled, “God, you two are like a walking Hallmark movie.”

Ryan pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Colby. "You know, I’m starting to think Colby’s the real romantic here."

"Don’t flatter yourself," Colby shot back with a grin, taking a swig of his drink. "I’m just here for the entertainment."

I watched as Teeter danced at him. Not with him but at him. And he was watching her intently, “Looks like you are enjoying a front-row seat.” 

Colby groaned but still kept his eyes glued on the sway of Teeter’s hips. 

I raised an eyebrow, watching the scene unfold. "Seems like Colby’s getting the best show of the night," I teased, leaning in toward Ryan.

Ryan smirked, his gaze flicking between me and Colby. "I think Colby’s got a thing for Teeter’s... 'style.'"

Colby groaned again, clearly trying to stay focused on whatever conversation he was having with Jimmy, but his eyes kept drifting back to Teeter's wild, unrestrained dance moves. "She’s gonna break something," he muttered, though there was a definite hint of admiration in his voice.

"Can’t deny it, can you?" I chuckled, leaning back against Ryan. "You’re more interested in Teeter’s moves than you care to admit."

Colby shot me a side glance but said nothing, instead opting to take another swig of his drink, pretending like he wasn’t entirely absorbed in the situation. But the way his eyes followed Teeter's every step made it obvious—he was hooked.

Teeter, for her part, was oblivious to Colby’s growing fascination, completely lost in the music as she spun and swayed. But every time her gaze met his, there was a playful glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“You know,” I whispered to Ryan, “I think Colby’s about to fall hard.”

Ryan snorted, watching Colby shift uncomfortably in his seat. “He might need a crash course in how to handle Teeter before it gets messy.”

I just shook my head, amused by how easily Colby was falling for her chaotic energy. "It’s gonna be fun watching him try."

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Panacea

Chapter 7 (End): Beyond the Promised Sky

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned blood, violence. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: 3k4

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: For the first line, I express my special thanks to Dr.Lecter in the Hannibal series for being a valuable reference in this chapter. Secondly, I am glad I finished Panacea at another crucial moment since I got an offer letter as a Villa host in a five-star resort. Finally, thank you for following this fanfic.

Do you like...depression?

From the pitch-dark space emerged a pair of brunette eyes dotted with a brightened yellow hue. The monster stinks like grave soil and corpses, causing a death emanation marries with a cunning aura that gives off those pupils, making cold sweat cascade along his spine like a dewdrop.

"I can smell your fear, little dragon." - The prison starts when his whole body comes to light. A gigantic embodiment with six raven wings, limbs full of sharp claws like cathedral spears, and scales on his torso play as invincible armor.

"I am not afraid of you." - Dan Feng calmly places the document on the table and settles his seat, staring back with his bleak green eyes. By guaranteeing the current heart pulse is eighty per second, Imbibitor Lunae ascertains that his condition matches the requirements.

"I didn't claim that; instead, you fear losing someone." - "The scent of Mimosa accompanied by Stephania for a tranquilizer and mistletoe plus Datura metel for the patient with epilepsy. Besides, I can sniff a vague blood smell on your sleeves. You must be absolutely desperate to wield the traditional approach to lengthen their lifespan when Cloudhymm is powerless." - The monster sniggers, his sinister smile spreading unto the earlobes to unravel abnormal canines. Primus Immortus may be evil, yet he is still an excellent apothecary with sensitive olfaction. Therefore, he can detect advantageous traces. However, Dan Feng remains silent with decorum, and his stern expression behind the cell is unreadable.

On the other hand, Primus Immortus is pleased with the end of his filthy soul because he has never drunk anything sublime like the sorrow of the High Cloud quintet. His nutrition is savoring people's misery. Like a hound, Immortus can sniff woes from the High Elder's irises handily obscured beneath the solemn mantle. He would like to play around the bush and pull more strings, yet his other side stops him punctually to secure the plan he is brewing. Primus Immortus decides to cooperate and comply with Dan Feng's testimony in exchange for the spanking sip he took because he knows he is the controller.

After the chaotic occurrence, Dan Feng received a poem that followed him via a micrometer of the security door. Echoing every corner of the shadowy corridor is a sarcastic treble.

"Amaranthine dawn shines through

Blushing clouds,

O willow-silk rain,

Blasting confederate roses."

The Long Scion exasperatedly slams the document on the table, and his chair shrieks in displeased noise as he takes the seat. Dan Feng has long forgotten the last time he was infuriated like this, and those cursed eyes keep haunting his mind when he is writing the report. That doomed prison was manipulating his emotions like a puppet while Dan Feng received a dump of garbage. Nonetheless, the topic Immortus mentioned hitting at Imbibor Lunae's bullseye just by a whiff nay, he hates to admit that Primus Immortus was right. He is hopeless.

After a couple of weeks, your condition has increased to a critical point, and the current treatment barely satisfies his purpose. Your aging process arises tremendously combined with Alzheimer and age-related macular degeneration. Moreover, you are even incapable of changing clothes or doing daily tasks, and the epilepsy is now unable to be depressed. The scenario of withered begonia beside your dressing table compared with your aging complexion beneath the pale moonlight. Those things lead him to a dead end.

The black ink spreads bolder and bolder, contrasting with underneath white papers as the High Elder immersed in wandering thought, then a pair of brunette irises with a light amber hue reappears and blends into the hollow void until his brush pan breaks in half as a token to snap him back to reality. In the dim light of his office, a sliver of thin incense smoke undulates around the space and tenderly swirls at his untouched document with a parallel line "North obligation. Absolute death is reverse." Imbibitor Lunae leaves a heavy sigh to review the conversation between him and Dan Shu at the medicine library. She handed the High Elder an ancient scroll of practicing black arts - an approach to ascend Zhen Ren, a higher being that can reach Nirvana to obtain an elixir without concocting.

"How do you...know?" - He clenched his sleeve, hiding his astonishment behind the limitless bookshelves while Dan Shu feigned to browse her file along the Braille, her snowy skin tone fingertips kissed book spines like a scanner as she relied.

"We handicapped always have other summit senses when losing another. Thus, I am able to read your energy. It is turbulent as an abyssal despair. You are going to lose someone, and you can't do anything. The search statistic of Liberian shows that you are trying to look for a unique recipe even though you attempted to deceive the system."

She stopped her line and pulled out a large book covered with leather and golden letters. "Your aura reminds me of my old wound, so I decided to help you. However, this is as far as I could help, and may good fortune always find your journey. " - Dan Shu then left like the wind.

On the last day of Primus Immortus, he probably is sick of the testimony questions and does not cooperate with Dan Feng anymore. Instead, he suggests a quid-pro-quo to gain "dignified" answers that Imbibitor Lunae accepts abruptly. Behind the ironic bars, Immortus seems to enjoy every moment of this trade-off game since his raven swings shaking and massive claws rake at the tense atmosphere when he listens to Dan Feng's childhood.

"What a tragic fate." - Primus Immortus monologues and eyes the opposite person - "Growing up with the destined mission and carrying the name of the High Elder through countless ages. Building up and bringing out the name of the High-Cloud quintet to this cosmos, plus witnessing its fall. But alas, you will eventually lose the one who sees you as Dan Feng."

"Does she remember your name? How does it feel when you kiss her?" - The monster adjusts his volume as the Long Scion is still busy scribbling his precedent answers, and the vibe changes rapidly. Cyan orbs sparkling like a torch illuminate all features of his countenance, a warning to remind Immortus has crossed the line because the marshall or a judge might hear their little play-game. Nonetheless, he is pleased with Dan Feng's reaction as his saliva rolls down and drops to the ground. Moreover, if there were not Celest Gold restraining his swings, people could hear the sound of swings behind the cell. Primus Immortus vigilantly stares back to watch how deep his string roots at the High Elder's soul.

"I have the last needed element to aid you in achieving your wish, Little Dragon. It will grant you the primal power equals Permanence." - He lowers his voice with vicious eyes glowing under the dark bangs and awaits the crackling spirit. Conversely, Imbibitor Lunae closes his tabs and readily leaves the cell, indicating that his heart is as solid as Marmorean. Looking at Dan Feng's retreating figure blending into the corridor, the monster reveals his last trump card:

"What if I said Zhen Ren could drink up the four seas?"

To Primus Immortus' expectation, the High Elder's footstep gives a halt as his heart pulse is immovable for a millisecond when hearing that sentence. He knows love affairs may not be enough to convince Imbibitor's fall, yet it will make a difference with the topic of compatriot.

Saving the Vidyadhara race is a proper reason to unlock the black arts.

However, Dan Feng merely breathes out and marches toward the security door without a glance, leaving behind his resonating footsteps from afar.

"How wick." - a familiar metallic voice reverberates at the unfathomable depth of the Premilinary Prison as Primus Immortus amuses himself without looking up at the frontal man. His white chignon is tied hard by a Dalbergia hairpin and remains motionless like a marble monument while a scarlet pupil glows amidst unstable light. Although half of his face emerges in the pitch-black dark, no one is unaware of his position.

Yinxing from the High-Cloud Quintet demanded an informal appointment with Primus Immortus.

He slowly detaches an electronic bug at the table's edge and smashes his hand-made device into dust: "What is in exchange for your 'last element'?"

The monster looks excited as hearing another member of the legendary team exploit his secret. A group of esteemed figures created illustrious feats and miracles for everyone but themselves, so their misery is holly nectar to Immortus, and occurrences are flowing as his scheme. The ivory canines spread across his twisted face when he speaks.

"What a pity. You are ineligible to operate 'that thing' properly. Only a descendant with a divine bloodline grants the privilege of touching it, and I already have had my things. However, if you successfully convince Little Dragon, you both may attain your joint target."  

Just as Primus Immortus expected, Yinxing's mind wavers like a dribble of water to cause a micro crackle in his spirit, and a triumphant smile stretches on his maniacal face. After the blink of an eye, everything is upside down as the blurring surroundings are confused into another timeline. Standing beside him are the rest of the High-Cloud Quintet, and Yinxing could say they are different yet the same people simultaneously. They wear unusual uniforms while idly chattering about ordinary topics under the cement ground with crowded transportation. To Yinxing, this scene seems peaceful, a surreal life that is too good to be true. As a result, he swings his sword to tear the unfolding illusion, but a flow of smoke lingers at his blade.

The girl who shares Bai Heng features said they nestle in the body of an Outer God, and she is the Paradox Guardian - named Dao Zhen - a doppelganger of Bai Heng from the other world. She exposes that this timeline used to exist but was erased because the history selected and ramified. Immortus possesses a kind of mystic eyes playing the role of an alien door leading to another Dimension by hypnotizing Yinxing and extracting a fragment of his conscience into an Outer God's body.

"If you stay with me permanently, we can live in any possible context." - She whispers beside Yinxing's earlobe and intertwines her fingers - "You love this face, don't you?'' - A cold exhale sweeps through as Dao Zhen grazes her nose against his collar, she tries to orientate him to become a second Guardian; as for Yinxing perspective, he finds it is a dilemma yet he decides to bare the sword to clarify his decision.

"Fight me if you dare! I will resurrect her and rebuild the High-Cloud Quintet. Not living in your cheap illusion arts." - He conceded Dan Feng in testimony privilege since he has never been into mundane activities in prison. Hence, Yinxing vaguely learned his unpublished situation. They can become an antagonist duo like Primus Immortus suggested.

The blade slashes Dao Zhen's afterimage and causes a space-shifting while his sword tip points at her and eventually claims his victory after an intense battle. Yinxing sees Dao Zhen vomit a wooden box and turns into black mud flowing toward his heels.

Abruptly, a recognizable ceiling of a clinic appears in front of his eyesight while gripping an exquisite carving box.

Light still shines brightly at the Artisanship Commission despite the darkness covering the sky in a black mantle because there will be a massive parade to welcome a new Yaoqing general called Feixiao. The former presider was assassinated when he traveled with his wife in a hot spring, but Her Ladyship is missing. Many rumors vine around and wander in their vicinity, yet Feixiao apropos quenched and controlled them.

Listing ordnance, checking the quality of gunpowder, and solidifying human resources remain coursing vibrantly before the kick-off event. People even could hear the sledgehammer of blacksmiths from afar.

Meanwhile, Yinxing and Dan Feng are discreetly confronting each other at the Fyxestroll Garden.

"You don't wish the High-Cloud Quintet to return to its renaissance?" - his reprimanded voice arouses the placid serenity between them since Imbibitor Lunae selected another path.

"It is a part of history, and we must respect the past. Stop striving to rewrite it like a moth to a flame because death cannot resurrect. Seeking immortality is illegal." - the Long Scion intends to turn his back and march forth, yet his heels halt when Yinxing reveals his buried secret.

"Although the Yaoqing has forfeited their wanted poster, they will pay seven trillion credits for Bai Lin's head, plus executioners will continuously send out to chase her to every galaxy corner. Furthermore, Feixiao is also here."

"I don't know what are you... " - an explosion swiftly roars through the inky sky from the Artisanship Commission, interrupting Dan Feng's sentence. A red-orange hue burns radiantly at a corner, and charcoal fumes flare up violently. Neither do they present punctually, nor do they put out the fire with ordinary water. The oil and gas will aggravate the situation; in addition to this plight, numerous Vidyadhara people assemble crowdedly for the parade - the last straw of limit breakthrough.  

"Zhen Ren can drink up the four seas." - the High Elder stares at the Paradox box in his hand while Yinxing repeats an accustomed clause.

They are standing at the center of an invisible hexagon made from six Suppression Towers and ready to practice black arts. Inside the Paradox box is a pair of Mystic Eyes of a deceased Abundance Emanator, which is eligible to open the Supremacy Boundary to ascend the Long Scion and become a higher being. The left eye is a mirror to look through the past, and the right one is the key to unlocking the pruning future. To rewrite reality and unleash that power, they need to feed it with all heliobi in the Suppression Towers.

Dan Feng and Yinxing should have succeeded if they had complied with the Five Element Order.

"North obligation. Absolute death is reverse."

The hexagon's apex must face northward, yet they did not notice the line in Dan Feng's ancient scroll that led to a retrorse geometry against the feng shui order, causing the Grand Calamity to befall Loufu. The supposed door turned into a mirror that reflects the Backside of this world, drawing fantastic monsters to come through. Thousands of mythological creatures, demonic monsters, even Abundance abominations belligerent and wild beasts with Evil Dragons acting as their leader, descended upon Xianzhou, and the mirror is like a black hole hanging over the firmament with lethal levin.

On that day, no one dares to reminisce or talk about that appalling scene, and nobody records the precise duration of the catastrophe. They only remember the death toll with injured victims was unbearable, thousands of missing people. On top of that, the monsters' blood caused acid rain, melting agricultural fields and paralyzing their trading traffic, which caused all economic activities to stagnate. To mobilize all resources, Jing Yuan procrastinated the Ten-Lords Commission's warrant and approved the duel culprits Yinxing - Dan Feng temporarily attending Luofu's frontier. Additionally, he requested military assistance from other Xianzhou ships to block the Backside mirror.

"I have another personal affair to do. Please, leave me three hours, then I will present before the judges." Imbibitor Lunae grits his teeth to press each word as if gathering the last ounce of his strength to prevent crumbling.

Under the lonesome Exalting Sanctum's ruin, Hanya and Xueyi only stay still amidst the sound of silence.

Until the Long Scion intends to throw away his pride and kneels before two sisters, they timely stop him and accept his favor. As a result, the twisted fate between you two is going to its epilogue.

A feather noise accidentally wakes you up from your slumber, which is followed by a soft fabric rustle. You attempt to mouth your words, but none of the names lingers in your mind, and the fragileness sounds weaker than you expected. All your vital energy seemingly ebbs away as you watch inky shadow prints on the wall. Dan Feng's countenance quickly shifts from concern to rest assured as a dissipating cloud when he sees you are safe and sound after the turmoil (Maybe the forest's mythopedia is true). You wonder why he acts so weirdly as rushing to capture your wilt frame into his embrace, and the nose bridge presses against your nap coldly while Dan Feng's hot breath fans over your baby hair unstably. Although you no longer recognize this man, a comfortable warmth radiating from him is half acquainted, half foreign, and you realize the High Elder is quivering.

His clothed back soaks with sweat as your hand brushes the long locks, fingertips gently touching the fancy fabric pattern. A short-lived memory enlightens your foggy mind after a few stroking, bringing back a feeble sunray in your opaque irises.

"Ah...I remember who you are. Dan Feng, isn't it? It looks like I just woke up from a long dream." - He does not answer or proceed to any conversation, or in other words, his throat is stuck with a fiery lump, just inhaling the mild white tea fragrance in your hair as though mesmerizing it into his soul.

"I want to watch the dawn with you." - Your respiratory is getting weaker and unstable when resting your head against his firm chest.

"Can we wait until you get better?" - Dan Feng contemplates the gray sky beyond your window as a flock of birds flies across the hermitical horizon. However, he quickly surrenders your stubbornness afterward. The High Elder carries you towards the usual spot - an eminence used to sightseeing in your pasture.

The coziness from his exhale thawing the thin frost on your senile face wakes you up from a short nap. The purplish canvas tinge with a rosy hue and pastel orange color while dewy grass dances in morning winds, you two quietly await the rising sun. Your eyes shimmer in amazement when seeing old comrades standing afar and wavering hands toward your side. The sun shines around them like crowning a laurel halo.

"It...is impossible. Regardless of your wraith, I am happy to see you guys again." - You mutter under your breath as Irene wags her wedding bouquet, and Huang Yuan offers his hand to you while Pumpkin shakes his tail.

Nevertheless, your jubilance does not last long after a blink of an eye when the surroundings disappear into voidness, rendering your sightless eyes in which you do not feel any regrets backlog in your heart.

"Why do you look so sad, Feng?" - Your wilt hands full of freckles like a root trace his features to sense his sentiment.

"No, I am just..." - your hopeless motion abruptly intercepts the Long Scion's half-baked lie as you draw closer to give him one last kiss - "I couldn't wait for the next Autumn..." - However, you never get a chance to complete the line because your soul leaving even faster and the kiss forever falling on his shoulder.

Dan Feng dumbfoundedly gazes at the dazzling dawn and needs several seconds to process what is happening.

He desperately calls your name to wake you up but does not receive any response. Like a madman, Imbibitor Lunae carries your limp body toward the hydrangea garden and finally collapses from exhaustion. Amidst the sea of shriveling flowers, a useless person cradles his lover in anguish while the browny flower balls waver in soft breezes.

"Somebody....Somebody please save my Bai Lin!"

But alas, only the cricket chirping and leaves rustling sing your requiem. The sky is getting brighter, plus cotton clouds nonchalantly trekking across a pair of emerald orbs, and it is not raining. But why does water keep cascading on his face? Why can he not save his loved one even though he committed Ten Unpardonable Sins? Individuals often pray to them to be endowed with grace, but whom will he pray to?

After your death, the man who sees the world possesses an unparalleled power to traverse clouds and bestow rain, shaping forms as the world's of essence beckon, has already decided his fate. If he can not save you, Dan Feng will die with you.

Endnote: Alright! Who dies next? Gepard or Argenti?

[myveryownfanfiction]

Chapter 42

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @plush4bunny

warnings: swearing, pregnant reader

AN: I know I haven't updated this in a bit. The storylines of this season just aren't as interesting or easy to write as previous seasons. So I'll write when I can and maybe even make a bit of my own storylines. For now though, enjoy.

I watched as Gurgs started cleaning off the new kiosk. I shook my head before handing Dan the next file he needed.

"Why are these kiosks so important again?" I asked, moving to sit next to him. Dan glanced at me before shrugging. Wyatt handed Juliane her file, glaring at the kiosk.

"Just another thing to mark how well we're doing." He muttered. "As if our numbers aren't enough of a sign." I nodded as Abbie banged her gavel. Court got underway as Gurgs brought in the next defendant. I zoned out as I kept thinking about the kiosks.

"Maybe it's best to let the lawyer do the lawyering." Dan cut off the girl. "And you wouldn't make it in jail. They'll take your phone."

"Counselor..." Abbie warned, watching as the girl's friend jumped up and started smashing the red button. Dan looked back at me with a shrug.

"So...what does that actually mean?" I asked as we all took a break. "I mean she probably hit it at least twenty times the way she smashed the button."

"The rating of the courtroom goes down." Wyatt said. "And then we have to deal with someone from city hall coming down to do reviews." I looked over at the shoe shine stand where Dan was sitting and reading his newspaper.

"I think Dan is already getting his." I murmured as I got up. Wyatt turned to look at Dan as I made my way over to him.

"Who is that?" I asked, tilting my head. Wyatt shrugged and I walked out of the cafeteria. "Hi." I said, resting my hand on Dan's knee. He smiled softly at me before turning back to the man next to him. "I'm (Y/N) Fielding." I introduced myself. The man offered me his hand.

"Tad. I'm here to conduct the performance review on...your father..." Tad stretched out. Dan glared at him as I squeezed his knee.

"Husband." Dan growled. "Look. It's not that I don't relate to people younger than me. Everyone who I work with is younger than me. They relate to me just fine." Dan went to get up. "I don't relate to people who are stupider than me." I bit my lip to stop from laughing. Tad nodded as he got up as well.

"I will be sitting in and conducting your review later tonight." He said, wiggling his fingers at Dan and I. "Tootles." I raised an eyebrow at him as he left as Dan rolled his eyes.

"He's...something." I said as Dan put his arm around me. He started leading me away towards the cafeteria. Abbie had sat down with Wyatt and Julianne. Dan pulled me into his lap as he sat down.

"So I'm sure you all have already figured out that I am getting reviewed." He sighed. "He says that I can't relate to young people. You all are young. You related to me just fine."

"Oh yeah." Wyatt said, nodding as he took a drink. Julianne scoffed as Abbie nodded.

"Alright. Treat me as a young person." Dan said, his arm wrapping around my waist as he turned in his seat. His hand rested on my stomach and I smiled to myself.

"You do know that means no more senior discount. No more free perks." Julianne cut in. Dan nodded.

"I never thought I would say this. Charge me full price!" Dan cried. Everyone in the cafeteria paused, staring at him. One woman gasped and fainted. I turned to look at her as she fell back. Abbie looked at me before going to check to see if she had hit her head. "That wasn't my fault. Nobody push a button." We went back home with Dan trying not to let it get to him.

"What do you plan to do about Tad?" I asked as we got ready for bed. Dan put his book down and frowned at me. His eyes drifted to my stomach and it eased up.

"Honestly, I'm probably going to do what I normally do." He shrugged. "They've done this before. You remember." I nodded as I climbed into bed next to him. "They couldn't get rid of me then and I highly doubt that they could get rid of me now." I settled against him, laying against his chest as he wrapped his arm around me.

"I couldn't imagine court without you." I said, burying my face in his neck. "If you stopped working there, I would probably leave as well." Dan kissed my head.

"I would hate for you to give up your job but honestly, they made you rely on me." He sighed. "If I'm gone, they probably wouldn't have a job for you."

"I could find another job somewhere else." I said, smiling up at him. "I've got enough experience to get something." Dan smiled down at me before kissing me.

"We'll be alright. Whatever happens next." He assured me. "This little one won't want for anything." I smiled against him as he pulled me down to sleep. Walking into work the next day, Dan had forgone his usual tie but chose to keep the vest and jacket to his suit.

"Yeah because that makes you look soooo young." I teased as we walked into the cafeteria. "Don't get yourself into trouble there." I teased him as I kissed his cheek before heading to the court.

"Dan still stuck on this being young thing?" Wyatt asked. I nodded. "Does he not realize..." I looked over at him with a smile.

"Oh he does. They're trying to say he isn't adventurous. But I mean..." I laughed and moved closer. "Don't tell anyone you heard this from me but Dan once had sex during the Macy's Parade." Wyatt looked at me shocked.

"He what?" He asked. I nodded with a laugh.

"Yeah. And I think at least...twice...in every room in this courthouse." I said, heading back to go through the files Dan would need throughout the night.

"Twice?!" Wyatt asked, looking like his eyes would bug out of his head.

"Yep. First time he barely ever knew the girl's name." I said. "The goal I think was every room with a different girl. Second time around...well..." I felt my cheeks heat up slightly as I shrugged. "Only one person." Wyatt stared at me like a I had grown a second head. "Like I said. You didn't hear it from me." Wyatt shook his head as he set out the files for Abbie.

"I swear. How the two of you didn't end up pregnant sooner is beyond me." I laughed and shrugged. Abbie came into the courtroom as Gurgs got the lineup ready. "Where are Julianne and Dan?" Wyatt asked, checking his phone for the time. I looked at my phone but shrugged when I didn't see any texts from Dan.

"Dan!" Abbie cried as he walked in, wearing jeans and a sweater. He had a cane and was moving slowly.

"Huh?" Dan yelled at her, making a face.

"I took him to a concert in the park. We may have stood a little too close to speakers." Julianne said, a smile on her face.

"I slipped in the mud and accidentally started a mosh pit." Dan yelled. Abbie and I flinched at the volume. Tad was sitting in the gallery watching as Dan dropped a page out of his file.

"Dan, I've..." I started. Dan shot me a look and bent over to get it.

"I've got it." He grunted. His hand went to his back and he groaned in pain. "I want it on record that I met Skrillx today." Julianne helped Dan to his office while I went to talk to Tad.

"This needs to stop." I said, hands on my hips in front of him. "You've pushed Dan far enough."

"It is going to stop." Tad said, starting to fill out paperwork on his iPad. "I just need him to pick his last day." I stood there in shock, blinking at him like he had grown a second head. "You can stay though. You're young enough." I balled my fists and stormed out of the office before I did something I would regret. I ran into Dan as I was heading towards Abbie's office.

"Hey." He said, bending down to kiss me softly. "I'm gonna be late tonight. Why don't you take the car and get some rest? I'll get an Uber or Wyatt can drive me." Dan offered me the car keys and I nodded.

"That sounds like a good idea." I said. "See you at home. Love you." Dan smiled at me.

"Love you too." He whispered before heading off in the other direction. When he got home that night, I woke up as he got into bed.

"Everything ok?" I asked, voice rough with sleep.

"Yeah." Dan said, pulling me to him. "Don't worry about Tad. Everything worked out. Plus I have a video of Tad dancing. Which turns into a video of Tad crying." I chuckled as I curled into him. "I'll show you tomorrow."

[kokoa-la]

Do yall know how many powers Danny acc has in the show

Cus I looked at the page from the Fandom, and I counted like 52 (including some I didn't believe in or had other explanations)

Let me list them here

1. Intangibility

2. Invisibility

3. Flight

4. Cryokinesis (ice)

5. Ghostly wail

6. Overshadowing

7. Ghost rays

8. Ghost sense

9. Healing

10. Reconstruction

11 - 18. Super strength, speed, durability, agility, balance, endurance, stamina, reflexes

19. Fuse two halves together - fuse with other ghosts

20. Gravity Manipulation (only on himself)

21. Back slide

22. Space travel

23. Repulsion Field

24. Energy strike

25. Ghost shield

26. Energy constructs

27. Power absorption

28. Energy absorption

29. Electrokinesis (electricity)

30. Power augmentation

31. Ghost stinger

32. Thermokinesis (temperature) [I was 50/50 on it- don't rly count it but I'll put it here]

33. Photokinesis (light)

34. Telekinesis

35. Restoration (only inanimate)

36. Technopathy - potential (dan used it)

37. Exorcism

38. Dream Invasion

39. Fusion

40. Pyrokinesis (fire) [he makes ectoplasmic fire at one point don't question it - I didn't]

41. Duplication

42. Spectral Body Manipulation (can make himself swiss cheese)

43. Plasticity

44. Size alteration

45. The void (not a Canon power- Butch Hartman headcanoned it for dp - thank u @madametamma )

46. Paranormal immunity

47. Vacuum resistant

48. Aural shock

Now some are very similar and for a lot of the kinesis (kinesi?) Only had like one small instance so they're a possible power (like making stuff melt or using ectofire- and that's not even counting the one time he had weather powers albeit temporarily)

Oh, and yes, I did count each super human ability as its own (strength, speed, endurance, etc.). My logic was if a superhero had a singular one of those and it was counted as a power (super strength, most common example), then it should be counted as separate ones for danny, too.

Anyways, the fanfic writers should go insane with this list.

It's insane.

Here's the link for it

[samantha-and-nellie]

i finally read “the lilac tunnel: my journey with samantha” (shoutout to @cannon-memely for letting me know that i should actually take the time to check it out!) and i have Thoughts. full reactions from reading it under the cut

to preface this (since there is going to be a tiny bit of snark and general silliness), i did overall have a good time reading this book! i have some qualms with the storylines they chose to put in there, but i do think that the journey books are one of the smarter moves they made during the beforever era. i remember really loving the “you choose” history books as a kid, and i think the interactive component is appealing and generally a great way to keep children engaged. i could absolutely ramble on more about historical fiction for children, but let’s just jump into my (semi-chaotic) thoughts about “the lilac tunnel.”

first of all, FASCINATING that samantha apparently has a swing at grandmary’s house, since i’m pretty sure that it’s never mentioned in the original books. do we think it was lydia and gard’s, or do we think gard (or even hawkins) put it up for sam?

samantha’s got ORPHAN SYNDROME and she’s got it bad

okay. this is probably my main gripe with this book, but having this book set pre-nellie (and thereby having on option to essentially be nellie but under grandmary’s employment???) is bizarre af

on the flip side, the fact that nellie isn’t around really highlights how lonely samantha is, and i think we all know that I’m SOOOO normal when it comes to themes of grief and loneliness in samantha’s stories

WHY TF DOES EDDIE HAVE SUCH A LARGE ROLE IN THIS STORY. DEAR GOD PUT HIM BACK WHERE HE CAME FROM

elsa??? having a prominent role in a samantha story??? what sorcery is this???

yeah, super duper excited to have it reinforced that samantha is ready to accuse servants of stealing so long as they aren’t the servants that she likes

i think we’ve all had nightmares in which eddie ryland appears

samantha having an understanding of the fact that she’s transgressing by being friendly with a servant girl when this book is set prior to her relationship with nellie makes me wonder how much child workers she has tried to befriend /hj

saint louis fair mention for the movie girlies:)

i wonder if the description of grandmary’s outfit on page 30 is meant to be a reference to this dan andreason illustration of her?

the magic lantern show is really cute:) (might be thinking about writing fanfic of this but with nellie…)

samantha being shorter than the protagonist of this story after being the tall one with nellie is honestly pretty funny. smol bean samantha

awwwww gard and cornelia

HEY HEY HEY 

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

BEFOREVER I’M ABOUT TO THROW HANDS

anyways, apparently we need to re-traumatize samantha with near-drownings at every chance we get:) this is not messed up at all:)

guess we better pretend like that never freaking happened

… okay the locket origin story is pretty cute

this book has such insane emotional whiplash. what do you MEAN one piney point storyline is about nearly drowning and the other is about a moonlight swim with cornelia?!?

someone should really draw fanart of samantha wearing the protagonist’s capris (big bow and all)

tbh, kinda confused by the bike plot line in this story, cause didn’t they incorporate the bicycle short story into the main beforever books?

new career path dropped for samantha, folks! (medical field)

mmm the fear about illness is getting a little too relatable here

i love how much dress up there is in this book:) literally would’ve rocked my world as a child

not the ENTIRE RYLAND CLAN coming over for dinner. a formal dinner with eddie actually sounds so horrific

… guess that’s the note we’re ending on for me. thanks for reading my rambles, and feel free to let me know if there’s other journey books i should check out in the future!

[blubushie]

Hey Blu! I just saw one of your old asks on how the mercs designs are good because they look like normal everyday people you can see out on the streets. And that just reminded me of my favorite tropes in fanfic that I don't see that much in today's TF2 fics which the mercs have an uncanniness to them because of their regular looks. Like I remembered it popped up more often in the fics that where publish when I was in high school. Not complaining bc I just appreciate it more when it pops up. Like there's a ficlet still circulating here where while in jail, before comic 2 happens, Scout basicly beats up most of the inmates in jail for ciggs for Spy. It sets up how intimidating Scout is when an inmate twice Scouts size couldn't even move him and how the inmate was jarring reminded that despite his size, Scout is One of the infamous 9 mercenaries.

Like bc of this trope I developed headcanons that the mercs are actually the closest things to super soldiers bc of 1.) Constant fighting/training 2.) Mad science/experimentation of Medic 3.) Respawn keeping them at near top shape/slow aging. So regular looking guys + intense fighting near daily + mad science/magic + random weird shenanigans that happens to them = an uncanniness and uneasiness around the mercs in public when they move in away /do stuff no average person can do or is expected to do of their appearance.

Sorry if this makes no sense it's 7:14am and I literally JUST woke up, do not expect lucidity from me yet

I love this shit and it features slightly in my fic, both in Jesse's fighting ability but also Mundy's. Primarily it's Mundy's—he gets in more fistfights in the fic than Jesse (though not for her lack of aggression).

I don't think RESPAWN would do much via muscle training—every time they die, any muscle progression is just reset. So the physically strongest of the mercs would be those that don't die often. Heavy, because of his health bar, and maybe Medic, because everyone protects him (and he lugs around the Medigun which must weigh a fucken tonne). This is supported a little by Medic outright lifting Soldier off his feet in Expiration Date.

But there's gotta be some shit they're feeding those cunts if Spy can one-handed fire his stock revolver, a .357 Colt Python; the Big Kill, a S&W Model 29 .44; and the Ambassador, a Dan Wesson PPC .357 (THAT WEIGHS 3.6kg MIND YOU—ALMOST AS MUCH AS MY RIFLE WITHOUT HER SCOPE). This is without mentioning that the Russian translation of the Sniper VS Spy update states that the Ambassador actually fires .50AE like it's a fucken Deagle. Spy's grip strength must be INSANE.

Mostly though I reckon it's mental fortitude over physical. Believe me, you train harder in combat situations than ACTUAL training scenarios because trauma makes shit stick in your brain better. You learn lessons when there's risk better than when there's no risk involved. And with often the mercs die and engage each other physically, I'm fully on the boat of "they look normal, but they're not".

The freakier is that I think they actually blend very well into public environments. Sometimes Sniper walks to the shops in SST minus the thongs and looks like any other bloke off the street you'd see at a servo. Sometimes Scout goes in to the local diner for their all-you-can-eat chicken and waffles deal. Sometimes Engie visits the local tack shop "just for a look around", Soldier and Demo go fishing together, Medic goes to the pharmacy and looking at any of them you'd never suspect a thing.

They all have an almost uncanny ability to look like they entirely belong whereever they are and blend into their environment, so really the only time you even get a hint that they aren't your average person is when there's a situation where they need to showcase their skills. Scout catches a flyball while walking past the local baseball field practically without looking and tosses it back. Soldier can jump down stairs while in a rush and stick the landing with no injury. Demo recognises the sulphur of a gas leak before anyone else can smell it. Spy can lift things his scrawny frame shouldn't be able to lift, Engie can notice any shimmer or shiny thing regardless how small, Sniper has a hawk's eyes and can pick out movement from a half a click away in the dark where other people just see black.

Their jobs have made them very effective professionals—it's a pity the general public so rarely gets to see it.

[codename-adler]

My 2 niche aftg takes are that I love and accept Nora’s extra content, just because they don’t get married or say I love u or any of that stuff, doesn’t mean they are not healing and that they can never truly be healed without those things, it’s just that those are not important to them and that’s valid, their happy ending doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s (I also love and accept Nora’s writing, not a fan of when everyone jokingly bashes her books as if she didn’t capture all our hearts, art is meant to make you feel, and she succeeded in that a lot more than a lot of other ‘good’ writing)

Number two is that I’m not a fan of a lot of the fanon characterisation of Andrew and Neil, I know it’s par for the course in queer media that a fandom will feminise one character and masculinise the other (and make one the ‘bottom’ and one the ‘top’ respectively) , and I even expected it, obviously that’s weird in itself but that’s not even the part that bothers me that much since I knew it would happen, the part that does is that they clearly have done it the wrong way round, because like, if any one of those boys is going to wear a skirt, it’s Andrew, he’s the one that likes fashion and might decide to experiment, not Neil. If anyone is a ‘submissive’ it’s Andrew, the way he acts in the books, he literally does anything neil wants to make him happy, and if anyone gives top energy, it’s Neil josten, and I know this is silly but I guess it made the whole thing a lot more jarring for me when I went on to read fanfic and it felt even more ooc than it usually would. Anyway that’s all.

that damn extra content... Okay. i have barely read any of it.

i've read Wymack's story / Dan's recruitment; me likes. i just love that man. nora knows how to build her men.

i've read Jean's drafts and his abuse at the Nest; me hates. the SA just thrown in there for what? Riko's already dead, it's pointless to further villainize him when the series is over. i hate SA as an afterthought, something that gives character, something being used as a plot device. with the announcement of TSC however? we'll see...

i've read Allison's future; me irks. see previous ask.

andreil stuff, i've read about here and there but not directly from the source; some me laughs, some me don't care. that's literally it. i don't give it much, if any, thought at all.

i've heard of Renee's future in the peace corps and marrying a man; me ew ew ew. she is so queer-coded it's baffling how that was achieved with Renee/Jean in mind. and the peace corps?? that toxic american white savior bullshit?? baby no. there are much better religious orgs and rep out there.

the rest is mystery to me. i'm cumulating more and more reasons to thoroughly read through the EC, but it's not like... an urge. i'll get to it when i get to it. i appreciate nora sakavic for writing it, but also for not pushing it everywhere. she doesn't mind whether one considers it canon or not. i really, really appreciate that of her. SO DO NOT COME FOR HER AND HER WRITING. aftg is GOOD. it was never badly written. it's just so out of left field that it is difficult not to be made to feel ashamed for liking the series by mainstream lit and lit. corps. honestly give me a work of literature that has had a stronger grip on its readers than aftg and that you consider being 'well-written' in comparison. i will never, ever say it's bad. because it isn't. i will not be taking any question.

as for the second part of this ask... i am uncomfortable discussing sexual fanon content, and i simply do not read that kind of stuff very often, again because it's not for me, so i won't be able to add to this. perhaps other mutuals can reach out to you on this?

thank you for your contribution @doctorwhomybae and sorry for the tardiness!

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Dans Le Bleu, Chapter 1

Summary: Renee Jones has finally arrived in the Boston Commonwealth after spending the last few years in the Capital Wasteland. Eager to leave her past behind her, she starts a search for a job…and becomes a lab assistant to one Dr. Curie Collins. While the job offers a good way to explore this new land, it also lands her in the middle of a war between the Institute, the Minutemen, and the Brotherhood. Wherever Renee goes, trouble follows, and she just can't catch a break. Between war, her past coming back to haunt her, and her growing feelings for her boss, it's only a matter of time before she crumbles under the pressure.

You want Curie fanfic, have some Curie fanfic.

As one person described this fic, it's an "Angsty love story between a chaotic 0 luck dumbass and oblivious doctor 👍👍👍 would recommend".

Please reblog! Here's a link for chapter 1 if you'd rather read on AO3.

“I crossed the river and… Did I pass that building…?” Renee stopped and looked up the Ruins before looking at the crude map again. “Maybe I took a wrong turn…” She scratched her temple.

Once she arrived in Bunker Hill, she was told by Kessler—who seemed to be the mayor, she supposed—to wait around for the caravans for a job. In doing this, she burned through her caps…and found out no one was hiring. Kessler at least had the decency to feel bad enough to buy her a drink and draw up a map to Diamond City. Left with little choice, Renee headed out to Diamond City.

At least, that was the idea. Renee had to admit she thought she was lost. Kessler told her to look for an old baseball stadium. Unfortunately, that assumed Renee knew what such a thing looked like. The most she knew was old race tracks and fields. Sure, she was aware of what baseball had been, but unless the “stadium” looked like a race track, she wasn’t entirely sure what to look for. “Big building” was as far as she got.

Renee kept moving. Surely if she didn’t get to Diamond City, she’d come across another settlement or someone that could point her in the right direction. She kept her rifle in her hands just in case another Raider crossed her path. They weren’t bad on the trip up through the wilderness, but damn if they weren’t a dime a dozen in the Ruins.

The afternoon sun stretched her shadow far before her. She let her mind wander as she went along, thinking back on Rivet City in the Capital Wasteland. There was no nostalgia in her heart, and she wouldn’t miss it at all. Nor did she miss her short-lived job as a waitress (before they fired her for being rude to the asshole customers). And she definitely, definitely didn’t miss her ex. The bastard.

She thought vaguely of home and wondered what her family was getting up to. She considered trying to buy passage back to the Midwest, but she only had the caps to move forward, not back. Even then, not a lot of caravans went West, so she most likely would have had to take the trip herself. That was a sure-fire way to die.

“Hearin’ shit.”

Renee dove behind a car. She watched a group of Raiders walk by, mumbling to themselves. She gazed at them over her sunglasses and only stood once she felt the danger passed.

“Gotcha, bitch!”

A bullet hit the ground at her feet. The Raiders were turned and aiming at her. She shouldered her rifle and took off in a run, weaving between cars and piles of debris. More bullets pinged off buildings and cars as she sprinted, with the Raiders taunting her all the while.

Just as she turned a corner, she felt one bullet land its mark in her thigh. She skidded, rolled on the ground with a curse. Blood dribbled from the hole and she scrambled to push herself against the wall. The Raiders ran past her.

“Sh-shit…” She took a deep breath. She looked at the outside of her thigh, where blood stained her jeans. Without even looking she knew she didn’t have enough supplies for field medicine. She reached back to the three (empty) slots sewn into her belt. Not even a Stimpak left.

“Stupid HUMANS!” “Protect the Wall!”

Renee’s ears pricked to hear the voices. She staggered to her feet and crept around the corner. No more Raiders, but the sound of gunfire grew louder. She heard the loud blasts of laser fire. Kessler said something about a Wall around Diamond City; and if someone was screaming to protect it, perhaps she was closer than she thought.

Soon enough she came upon the scene of half a dozen strangely-armored men trying desperately to fight off some Super Mutants. One of them saw her. “You gonna just stand there or help, lady?!” He shouted, reloading his rifle behind some plywood leaned up against an old police barrier.

“Oh, uh, sure!” She readied her gun again.

The Mutants were firing down at them from what looked like a ruined apartment building. Renee joined two others in a blasted-out diner and tried to take aim as well as she could. Her hands shook too much to be terribly effective, but she did manage to hit one Mutant in the stomach.

She tried to kneel to steady her aim but the wound in her thigh wouldn’t let her. Renee pushed past the pain to ease closer to one of the open walls. “Almost…” The sights in her scope wouldn’t stop shifting around.

A Mutant suddenly fell from the railing with a yell and the men pushed forward. “Almost got ‘em, boys!” One shouted.

“Ugh, fuck it,” Renee hissed. She leapt out of hiding and shot at the Mutant’s head that way. Her two bullets hit the wall behind it.

Just as she reloaded, she felt another bullet rip through her shoulder. God damn it, not another one…!

She collapsed to one knee, her thigh burning to keep her steady and she pressed a hand against the new wound. The ground shook as a Mutant ran toward her, arms raised with a wooden board. “We are Super—”

She shot it in the chest just as it swung down. The board clipped her in the side of the head and she hit the ground next, her vision slipping in and out.

The sounds of the fight faded, though whether that meant they were winning or because she was nearly unconscious she didn’t know. Her wounds burned and she struggled to push herself up. It was no use.

Well. What a way to go, she figured. She made it all the way from the Midwest Commonwealth to Boston, just to be taken out by a Raider and a Mutant. Everything she’d been through in her life culminated in this. Bleeding out on the asphalt because of her own dumb luck.

She felt someone grip her under her arms and drag her back to lean against the building. “Hey, you okay? Say something!”

Renee forced her eyes open but things were too blurred to see properly. “I’m…” She trailed in a weak moan.

“Someone go get a doc! She’s hurt!”

She felt someone place a hand on her uninjured shoulder. “Just hold on, kid. You’ll be fine.”

Kid? She opened her mouth to retort but all that came out was a pained squeak.

Someone put pressure down on her thigh and she weakly grabbed for them. It hurt.

“I know it hurts kid, just hold on.”

“Damn, welcome to the Great Green Jewel, huh?”

“No kidding.”

The two mens’ voices grew distant. She let her chin droop to her chest. Tired. So tired.

“Madame? Can you ‘ear me?”

A new voice rang in her ears. This one sounded gentle, feminine. Renee barely managed to crack her eyes open again. “…Hm?” Her brow furrowed and she squinted.

“It is fortunate you sent for me. She is not doing well at all.” The woman dug around in the pockets of her coat and produced a Stimpak. “Zhis will ‘elp.”

“D-don’t…” But it was too late. Renee felt a rush of cool relief through her body and her vision cleared enough to properly see who was helping her.

The woman had cropped brunette hair and hazel blue eyes. She smiled gently. “Do not what?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Don’t waste one of those on me,” Renee finished. She felt her cheeks take on a pink hue.

The woman blinked. “It is not a waste if you are injured. And, you are.” She eased off Renee’s jacket and felt around her shoulder. “Hm.”

“H-hey, ow.” Renee tried to bat her away. “Quit it, I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, Madame.” The woman huffed and began inspecting her thigh. “I will ‘ave to tend to you further in my lab. Unfortunately I do not ‘ave zhe tools I will need with me.” She dug around in her lab coat again and produced another Stim.

Renee shifted with a wince. “I just said…”

“If you do not like needles, zhen look away. But I will not allow you to refuse zhis.”

She felt the woman inject it into her arm again. Her thoughts grew clearer and she felt she could breathe easier. But with it came drowsiness. She gazed up at the woman, brows furrowed. “Who…are you?”

“My name is Curie.” Curie shifted to help her up. “Go slowly.”

Renee managed to get to her feet and a wave of dizziness overcame her. She stumbled into Curie. “S-sorry…”

“Do you think you can walk?” Curie held her elbows to steady her.

“Maybe. I…” Renee shook her head to clear it. Things were still a bit fuzzy but at least she didn’t feel like she was drowning.

Curie pulled her good arm across her shoulders. “Lean on me, zhen.”

Renee allowed herself to be led away, limping next to the strange woman. Curie.

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“Zhere. You will be sore for a few days, but zhere is no lasting damage.” Curie finished wrapping a bandage around her shoulder with a firm tug to keep it in place. “Zhis should help with any residual bleeding.”

Renee held her t-shirt in her hands, her face blazing. At least it wasn’t as bad as when Curie insisted—no, ordered—her to remove her jeans so she could get at the bullet wound in her thigh. She was quick to put her pants back on after that one. “Thanks again. I’m sorry I’m taking up so much of your time…”

“It is no trouble.” Curie stuck another Stimpak near the wound.

Renee wriggled back into her shirt and tugged it down. “So, um… I can’t… I can’t actually pay you.” She stood up from the examination table.

Though Curie had her back turned, Renee saw the woman flinch. “I see. Do not concern yourself with zhat. My job is to assist.” She turned on a faucet at the sink and washed her hands.

“I mean, I can’t pay you in caps, but maybe I can do something else for you? I’m good at finding things. Like scrap and stuff. Maybe you need something like that?” Renee looked around the room again, seeing plenty of lab equipment and two chemistry stations. “Maybe I could get you some material for…whatever you’re doing?”

Curie turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a nearby towel. “Well… I am sure zhat Monsieur Howard is probably tired of me asking him for beakers and test tubes by now…” She went over to her lab table and picked up a vial of cloudy liquid. “Hm…”

Renee poked at a flask of green ooze and backed away at Curie’s look. “Anything you want, I can try to find it.”

“I think zhis is a good arrangement. Bon. I won’t make you go too far for now, but if you could find some samples of Hubflower for me, I would very much appreciate it.” Curie raised an eyebrow. “But please do be careful. You should rest for a few days before going out into the Ruins…”

“Pfft, I’ll be all right. I’ve had worse.” Renee waved her hand dismissively. She limped over to her bag and her rifle and started to slide them over her shoulders, when she winced. “Ouch…”

Curie cleared her throat. “You were saying?”

“It’ll be fine!” She shifted her bag to her other shoulder and shoved on her boots. “Hubflower, right?”

Curie nodded. “Just return ‘ere and I’m sure I’ll ‘ave somezhing else for you to fetch.” She tilted her head. “Apologies. I just realized… What is your name?”

“Renee. Renee Jones.” Renee flashed a grin.

Curie returned it and chuckled. “It’s good to meet you, Renee. Though per’aps zhe circumstances were not ideal, I’m glad we met.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t exactly been the warmest welcome to Diamond City, or the Commonwealth, but you’ve made a bit better.” Renee rubbed the back of her neck. “I’ll make it up to you somehow. I promise.”

“I believe you.” Curie turned to her lab, signaling she was done. “I look forward to seeing you again, hm?”

Renee opened the door leading to the market. “You can count on me!”

(Originally published Aug. 21, 2021)