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Another sneak peak at my Air Force AU

because I cannot be normal about this scene.

(spoilers for chapter 3 if anyone cares.)

The barracks were still, the low hum of the lights a soft backdrop to the occasional rustle of blankets and quiet snores. Danny lay awake in his bunk, staring at the ceiling, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts. Sleep was an impossibility, his chest too tight with the weight of everything he’d been avoiding for weeks.

A shadow loomed over him, and he blinked, his gaze shifting to see Manny standing there, his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face.

“Can’t sleep, either?” Manny whispered, tilting his head toward the door.

Danny hesitated for only a second before he nodded, slipping out of bed as quietly as he could. He didn’t bother with shoes, padding silently after Manny, his heart pounding in anticipation of what this might mean.

Outside, the cool night air wrapped around them, a stark contrast to the warmth still lingering on Danny’s skin. Manny led the way to a quiet spot near the edge of the training grounds, the shadows of the trees offering a semblance of privacy. The moonlight bathed the area in silver, highlighting the sharp angles of Manny’s face and the tension in his jaw.

Danny stopped a few paces behind him, unsure of what to say, but Manny turned, his gaze locking onto Danny’s. There was something in his eyes—something soft yet unwavering, like he was weighing the gravity of the moment.

“You’ve been thinking,” Manny said, his voice low, not quite a question.

Danny laughed nervously, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. A lot, actually.”

Manny nodded slowly, stepping closer. The air between them seemed to hum with unspoken words, the silence more intimate than anything they could have said. Manny’s eyes searched Danny’s face, his usual teasing smirk replaced with something quieter, more deliberate.

“Fenton,” Manny began, his voice dropping to that rich, warm tone that always made Danny’s knees feel unsteady. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Danny’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Manny stepped even closer, closing the distance between them until Danny could feel the heat radiating from him. His hand reached out, slow and deliberate, brushing lightly against Danny’s jaw. The touch was soft, but it sent a bolt of electricity through Danny’s entire body.

Danny’s breath hitched, his knees almost giving out beneath him. Without even thinking, he leaned into the touch, his cheek pressing against Manny’s palm like it was the only solid thing in the world.

Manny’s thumb ghosted over Danny’s cheekbone, his touch both gentle and grounding. His gaze flicked to Danny’s lips for the briefest of moments before settling back on his eyes. “You don’t have to overthink this,” Manny murmured, his voice taking on a slightly seductive edge. “You don’t have to keep running from it.”

Danny swallowed hard, his mind spinning as he tried to find his footing in the overwhelming intimacy of the moment. ��Manny, I…” He trailed off, his words failing him as the world narrowed down to the warmth of Manny’s hand and the intensity of his gaze.

Manny’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “I’m not asking for everything, Fenton,” he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against Danny’s skin again. “I’m just asking you to let this happen. Let us happen.”

Danny’s chest ached, the words hitting him like a punch and a balm all at once. He nodded slowly, unable to look away from Manny. “Okay,” he whispered, the single word carrying more weight than he could have imagined.

Manny smiled then, something soft and genuine, and Danny felt like his chest might burst. Slowly, Manny leaned in, his forehead brushing against Danny’s in a gesture so tender it made Danny’s breath hitch again.

“We’ll figure it out,” Manny said, his voice barely audible. “Together.”

Danny nodded again, his own hand lifting to rest against Manny’s wrist. The warmth of Manny’s skin under his fingertips was grounding, reassuring. “Together,” he echoed, his voice trembling but certain.

For a moment, they just stood there, the world around them falling away. The stars above them glittered like distant promises, but all Danny could focus on was Manny—his warmth, his steadiness, the quiet strength in the way he held himself.

Eventually, Manny stepped back, his hand falling away, though the connection between them lingered in the air. He gave Danny a small, crooked smile. “C’mon, Phantom. Let’s get some sleep before Briggs catches us out here.”

Danny laughed softly, the sound lighter than it had been in weeks. “Yeah, wouldn’t want to give him an excuse to make us run laps all day.”

As they walked back toward the barracks, side by side, the tension that had weighed on Danny for so long seemed to lift. It wasn’t perfect, and there was still so much to figure out, but for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt like he could breathe again.

And maybe—just maybe—they’d be okay. Together.

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I swear this is fluffier and cuter than the first chapter and the tags make it look lol

First chapter of my TigerGhost Air Force au!

Enjoy the meal!

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First chapter of my TigerGhost Air Force au!

Enjoy the meal!

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I'm absolutely feral for different colored blushes!!!!

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i wanted to draw canon manny :P

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I've also made an old badass lesbian fighter jet instructor I've named LT. Colonel "Hawk" Hawthorne. And you better believe I would die for her. She's so bad ass and sweet and is just the bad ass cool lesbian wine aunt we all want. That just happens to teach people to fly fighter jets for a living.

I don't think y'all understand the Choke hold my TigerGhost Air Force AU has on me right now.

Sneak Peek Under Cut

The barracks were loud with the shuffle of boots and the murmur of names being called. Danny adjusted his bag on his shoulder, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves as he waited in line. His name was near the end of the list, so he had time to glance around at the faces of his fellow recruits.

"Rivera, Manuel," the instructor barked, his voice cutting through the noise.

Danny’s gaze flicked up as Manny stepped forward. For a moment, he didn’t recognize him. The shaved head threw him off—gone were the wild, unruly curls from the bus. Instead, Manny’s sharp features and scar stood out more prominently, giving him a stern, almost intimidating air.

"Fenton, Daniel," the instructor called next. Danny stepped forward, falling into line behind Manny, who carried himself with a quiet confidence.

They reached their assigned bunks, neighboring spots near the center of the room. Danny hesitated, shifting his duffel before deciding to speak up. "Hey, Manny," he said, keeping his tone light but friendly.

Manny turned, his brown eyes narrowing slightly as if assessing him. There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of something guarded behind his gaze. "Fenton," he said, his voice neutral.

Danny smiled awkwardly, trying to bridge the gap. "So, uh, looks like we’re bunk mates—or, well, neighbors, I guess."

Manny nodded, his posture rigid. He was weighing Danny, measuring his tone, his expression, and his intent. "Yeah," he said simply, his words clipped.

Danny shifted again, rubbing the back of his neck. The awkwardness was already settling in, but he refused to let it take over. This was his fresh start. He could do this. "I almost didn’t recognize you without the curls," he said, trying for casual. "You look... different. In a good way, I mean."

Manny’s eyebrows raised slightly, and for a second, Danny worried he’d overstepped. But then Manny’s expression softened just a fraction. The corner of his mouth tugged upward, forming the barest hint of a smile. "Gracias," he said, the word quiet but genuine.

Danny blinked, almost not believing the gentle expression he’d managed to coax out. He’d expected indifference or annoyance, but this? This was unexpected.

"You too," Manny added, surprising himself as the words slipped out. He gestured vaguely at Danny’s buzzed hair. "You don’t look the same either."

Danny laughed, the sound light and a little self-deprecating. "Yeah, first time my hair’s ever been this short. Feels weird, but I guess we’ll get used to it."

Manny gave a noncommittal hum, but the slight curve of his lips lingered. Danny didn’t miss it. He also didn’t miss the way Manny kept his movements measured, his gaze sharp despite the faint smile.

As they settled into their bunks, Danny caught himself stealing another glance at Manny, marveling at how different he seemed now. Polished, guarded, composed. Yet there was something else underneath—a quiet intensity that made Danny curious.

Manny, on the other hand, glanced briefly at Danny before turning away. There was something disarming about the other recruit’s awkward friendliness. Manny didn’t trust easily, and he couldn’t afford distractions. Still, he found himself strangely endeared by the way Danny fumbled through the interaction, trying to make a connection despite his own nerves.

The lights dimmed, and the noise in the barracks faded to a low hum. Danny lay back on his bunk, staring at the ceiling, a small smile on his face. He didn’t know what it was, but something about this place—and about meeting Manny again—felt like the beginning of something he couldn’t quite name yet.

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I don't think y'all understand the Choke hold my TigerGhost Air Force AU has on me right now.

Sneak Peek Under Cut

The barracks were loud with the shuffle of boots and the murmur of names being called. Danny adjusted his bag on his shoulder, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves as he waited in line. His name was near the end of the list, so he had time to glance around at the faces of his fellow recruits.

"Rivera, Manuel," the instructor barked, his voice cutting through the noise.

Danny’s gaze flicked up as Manny stepped forward. For a moment, he didn’t recognize him. The shaved head threw him off—gone were the wild, unruly curls from the bus. Instead, Manny’s sharp features and scar stood out more prominently, giving him a stern, almost intimidating air.

"Fenton, Daniel," the instructor called next. Danny stepped forward, falling into line behind Manny, who carried himself with a quiet confidence.

They reached their assigned bunks, neighboring spots near the center of the room. Danny hesitated, shifting his duffel before deciding to speak up. "Hey, Manny," he said, keeping his tone light but friendly.

Manny turned, his brown eyes narrowing slightly as if assessing him. There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of something guarded behind his gaze. "Fenton," he said, his voice neutral.

Danny smiled awkwardly, trying to bridge the gap. "So, uh, looks like we’re bunk mates—or, well, neighbors, I guess."

Manny nodded, his posture rigid. He was weighing Danny, measuring his tone, his expression, and his intent. "Yeah," he said simply, his words clipped.

Danny shifted again, rubbing the back of his neck. The awkwardness was already settling in, but he refused to let it take over. This was his fresh start. He could do this. "I almost didn’t recognize you without the curls," he said, trying for casual. "You look... different. In a good way, I mean."

Manny’s eyebrows raised slightly, and for a second, Danny worried he’d overstepped. But then Manny’s expression softened just a fraction. The corner of his mouth tugged upward, forming the barest hint of a smile. "Gracias," he said, the word quiet but genuine.

Danny blinked, almost not believing the gentle expression he’d managed to coax out. He’d expected indifference or annoyance, but this? This was unexpected.

"You too," Manny added, surprising himself as the words slipped out. He gestured vaguely at Danny’s buzzed hair. "You don’t look the same either."

Danny laughed, the sound light and a little self-deprecating. "Yeah, first time my hair’s ever been this short. Feels weird, but I guess we’ll get used to it."

Manny gave a noncommittal hum, but the slight curve of his lips lingered. Danny didn’t miss it. He also didn’t miss the way Manny kept his movements measured, his gaze sharp despite the faint smile.

As they settled into their bunks, Danny caught himself stealing another glance at Manny, marveling at how different he seemed now. Polished, guarded, composed. Yet there was something else underneath—a quiet intensity that made Danny curious.

Manny, on the other hand, glanced briefly at Danny before turning away. There was something disarming about the other recruit’s awkward friendliness. Manny didn’t trust easily, and he couldn’t afford distractions. Still, he found himself strangely endeared by the way Danny fumbled through the interaction, trying to make a connection despite his own nerves.

The lights dimmed, and the noise in the barracks faded to a low hum. Danny lay back on his bunk, staring at the ceiling, a small smile on his face. He didn’t know what it was, but something about this place—and about meeting Manny again—felt like the beginning of something he couldn’t quite name yet.

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yippe a fully render drawing!!!

They both suck at dancing. Or Manny is teaching Danny how to idk you decided.

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The real one I will still be with you even in the afterlife

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not to be dramatic but I genuinely cannot picture my life without AO3

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Do you answer questions, anymore?

I do!

I'm just hella autistic and have what I like to refer as my "Email Limit."

I have really limited spoons(stamina/mana) for answering questions and electronic messages. Especially, if an answer requires research.

And unfortunately, I run a client based business and frequently reach my email limit for those types of messages.

I want every answer I make to be well thought out and honest! So, yeah, I have a few sitting in my inbox I will get to very soon!

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Danny: I am the king of the Infinite Realms. I routinely train with the embodiment of time itself and spar against the Far Frozen’s best warriors. I’ve fought beings beyond your comprehension and come out on top. My mere existence defies the laws of reality that make up everything you know and everything you don’t know. There is nothing you can offer me.

Manny: I’ll hold you and give you forehead kisses.

Danny: …

Danny: …Deal.

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Manny: Danny, do you think the El Tigre spirit is an ectoplasmic entity?

Danny: Ancients, I hope not.

Manny: Why?

Danny: Because that means there’s a good chance I kicked his ass.

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Adobe is going to spy on your projects. This is insane.

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Decided to color it!

Danny Fenton and his terrible taste in crushes.

Pretty, popular, mean, and questionable.

What a guy!

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Danny Fenton and his terrible taste in crushes.

Pretty, popular, mean, and questionable.

What a guy!

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Yo he kinda wants to