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A one sided crack ship I suddenly got in my delirious hungry state, and need to throw it up so here you go
Joker x Danny
But its JOKER whose one sided feelings for Danny who is really trying his best to ignore this weird clown mf
I was thinking that it could either be actual âoh no I have a crush on this guyâ OR Joker being liminal enough and ghostly enough to sense the otherworldliness of Danny Fenton. An otherness that Joker just wants. Like a hungry, starved beast that had finally found a proper meal instead of the bone scraps heâs been trying to scrap off of Batman.
He doesnât even realize what it is he wants either, only that he wants to pull Dannyâs skin back and nestle inside.
Danny on the other hand knows, heâs gone through a few ghostly sessions to understand that Joker is starved, and empty, and already half mad from hunger that he is willing to try and grab a fully loaded half ghost that could still kick his ass.
I just like the idea of everyoneâs horror pov of the Joker trying to attract this one civilian guy and Danny just being annoyed by this one scraggly alley cat trying to gnaw on his arm.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#I have arrived to no return#and I am hungry#one sided situationship#but not really#Danny is going to treat him like a fly though either way#Danny: Iâm not into clowns#The entirety of Gotham: oh my god Joker is trying to seduce someone#Joker: heâs gonna be mine but I donât know which way yet#the shenanigans#of adult danger magnet Danny#or the shenanigans of teenager Danny suddenly being accosted by some hungry ghost#I donât know thatâs up to you#could also become Bruce x Danny#Dick x Danny#or any of the other bats depending on the age yaâll want him in#đ€·đ»ââïž
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Dancing in the rain ; requested by @wandixx!
He hadnât been expecting the Signal to chase after him. It is, after all, well after midnight, and he had seen the vigilante out earlier during the day.Â
Maybe the Bats are understaffed tonight, he muses as he leaps over the rooftops, a wild grin on his face. Being on the other side of a chase is a lot of fun, heâs discovering. He can see why Selina enjoys it so much.
Though, it probably has to do more with whoâs chasing her than it is the chase itself.
But Dannyâs become a bit of an adrenaline junkie after a few years of being a hero, fighting ghosts and governments. Heâs not a hero anymore, especially not in Gotham, but being Catwomanâs partner in crime is way more fun than being responsible for everyoneâs safety.
Itâs like heâs doing anything bad, either. Selina can steal whatever she wants; if they couldnât protect things against her, then should they really have it? Danny doesnât focus on jewelry or gems. No, he takes ghost artifacts or items contaminated with ectoplasm back to the realms where they wonât cause problems to any humans. There are enough ecto-contaminated people in this world, solely from Amity Park. Best not to let that number grow.
So here he is, leaping over rain-slicked rooftops and only using a little bit of flying to keep ahead, holding a cursed pocket watch that a ghost had requested he return to them, with the Signal chasing after him, disappearing into shadows and popping up unexpectedly.Â
âStray! Get back here!â Signal yells, and Danny takes a moment to spin on his heel to face the vigilante to stick his tongue out at him, then backflips away.
âI didnât even steal anything important!â he returns, tossing the pocketwatch in the air ahead, then jumps up to catch it and scales his way up to the roof of the next building.Â
âSeriously,â Signal says, suddenly in front of him. âStop running and we can talk this out.â
âWoah!â Danny tries to get around him, trips over his own feet, and crashes into the Signalâs chest.Â
âCareful, there.â He looks up to see the Signalâs smile, and he absolutely can not be blamed for having his half dead heart skip a beat. Heâs in the arms of a hero whoâs smiling at him so sweetly, whatâs a guy to do? âReady to talk now?â
Danny goes intangible for a moment, smoothly sliding out of the Signaâs grip. âNope,â he grins, starting up the chase once again.
The rain isnât very strong, and the drops feel cool against his face as he runs, getting a little more air with each jump as he uses more of his flight to keep ahead. He can hear the Signal chasing after him again, heavy footsteps that start and stop unpredictably as he travels between shadows.Â
Just to be safe, Danny stashes the pocket watch inside his chest, leaving his hands free to grab onto the rough brick of the walls and scale them up, aiming to go higher and higher. Maybe if he finds a good building, he can dramatically fall off the edge and fly away invisibly.Â
âGot you!âÂ
The Signal pops up out of the wall and grabs Danny, who yelps and tries to pull his arms away. The Signal is too strong, and his tight grip on Dannyâs wrists is warm against the chill of the rain.Â
They stand there for a moment, just staring at each other as they try to catch their breath. And then, âIs that any way to treat a guy?â Danny jokes, trying one last time to pull his wrists free.
âIt is when itâs you,â the Signal replies. âMan, you sure know how to run.â
âIâll be sure to put that on my resume for my next heist.â
âSeriously, can we talk?â
Danny eyes him curiously. The other Bats mostly tried to take back whatever it is heâd stolen that night, occasionally trying to get information from him. None of them had outright asked to have a chat with him. The Signal at least has some manners, compared to the rest of him. Thereâs no harm in sticking around for one conversation.
It helps that the Signal is cute, especially when he had saved Danny a few weeks ago.Â
Sue him, heâs a bit soft on the Signal. Wouldnât anyone be with their favorite hero?
âAlright,â Danny says, relaxing. âGo ahead. Talk.â
âGreat! Okay, um.â The Signal bites his lip and Danny should really look away, but his eyes are fixed to his mouth. He doesnât speak for a solid minute, during which Danny really begins to feel the chill of the rain. âCan I get less comments from the peanut gallery?â he says suddenly.
âWhat?â Danny laughs, confused.
The Signal sighs. âMy comms are on. The others are being annoying. If they wanted to ask you questions, they should have caught you first.â
âOh, protecting me from the big bad Bats? My hero,â Danny says sweetly, pretending to swoon. Except, the Signal follows his movements, releasing his wrists to catch him by the waist, holding him steady. Dannyâs breath hitches, and from how close they are, he has no doubt that the Signal heard it. They freeze for a moment, then the Signal dips him like some fainting Victorian maiden.
âWell, I certainly wouldnât mind sweeping you up in my arms.â The smirk on his face only lasts a moment before he grimace and says, âI shouldnât have said that on open comms. Man, theyâre annoying. Itâs not my fault I know how to flirt.â
DannyâŠ
Well. Danny short circuits for a moment, running the words over his mind again, then blushes so hard heâs sure thereâs steam coming off his cheeks. âYouâre flirting?â he squeaks. âWith me?â
âFlirting,â a new voice confirms, making them both jump, stumbling against each other as Black Bat hops down onto their rooftop. âBoth shy and silly. Iâm better.â
âYou canât even ask out Spoiler,â the Signal retaliates.
âShe canât even WHAT?â Spoiler yells as she also vaults herself over the alley below to join them. âYou want to ask me out?â
Though she doesnât say anything, Danny can practically feel Black Batâs glare through her mask. The Signal winces, then says, âOops.â
âMan, you can keep yourself busy, clearly Sig doesnât need backup,â Spoiler says. âI need to go on a date with Black Bat. The rest of you suckers are on your own!â And then she grabs Black Batâs hand and grapples away.
Thereâs a beat of silence, then Danny and the Signal share a glance and start laughing.Â
âWell,â Danny says, âGood for them! Good for them.â
âTheyâre probably just going to Bat Burger.â
âAnd are you going to be treating me to a burger any time soon? I should be compensated for this conversation, you know.â
âPlease, if I was taking you out on a date, it wouldnât be to Bat Burger. Iâd take you out dancing.â
It sounds like a date his dad would take his mom on. It sounds nice. Danny smiles and leans in closer to the Signal, taking hold of one of his hands. With the other, he puts Signalâs hand on his waist, then brings his own up to the Signalâs shoulder.Â
âWhy not dance with me now?â
Danny leads them in a few clumsy turns of a waltz, silently thanking Sam for forcing him to take a few ballroom dance lessons with her. The Signal seems a little dazed, following his lead, and when he lightly squeezes Dannyâs waist, he shivers.Â
Catwoman should be done with Batman soon. They had agreed to meet up at the newly opened Vintage Boutique in Diamond District, and he intends to beat her there.Â
Reluctantly, Danny pulls away from the Signal with one final spin, and hops up onto the edge of the roof. âIf you can find me during the day,â he says, âThen Iâll dance with you again. See you around, Signal!â
And with that, Danny hops backwards off the roof, free-falling towards the ground before he lets gravity lose hold of him and slips into invisibility, flying up just as the Signal peers over the edge, searching for him.
Unable to help himself, Danny floats closer until he can give the Signal a quick kiss on the cheek, then flies off, grinning wildly.Â
He certainly canât wait to see the Signal again.Â
Maybe if he hired a few guys to pretend to rough him up while Signalâs out patrollingâŠ
Well, either way, this cat is already half dead so he can jump straight to satisfaction bringing him back. And, hopefully, back into Signalâs arms again when they wonât be interrupted by other Bats.Â
Heâs already looking forward to it.
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[send me a ghostlights prompt!]
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#stray!danny#first time writing stray danny but i love him :) i think selina can make him worse :)#duke really worked overtime just to have a chance to flirt w danny#he heard that stray and catwoman would be out that night and suited up immediately like. dont worry guys i got stray :) yall can go now :)#thank you for the prompt!!#prompt fill#my writing
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clo i need to know your thoughts on cal, johnny and benny all falling for the same, sweet local girl! <3 love ya xoxo
suse how could you do this to me :( currently trying not to scream cry and throw up in the coffee shop :( this somehow turned into jealous!danny? dunno how! kinda long, so ya gotta read more xo
benny says your name like it's this sacred thing and danny knows he's in for a treat. the sun grows weary as she dips beneath the tree line, but danny is unyielding; bony forearms braced on the tops of his thighs, microphone edging just a bit closer to his pondering interviewee. benny blows a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth, watching as it mingles with the cotton candy clouds and it's hard, danny thinks, to be around benny because everything he does is so damn picturesque. he's filled more than three rolls of film with just benny and yeah, he's gotta be mindful because film isn't cheap and he's broke but there's something about the way benny looks; leather cut laying just so over his shirtless form, white levis baggy from age, speckled with either dirt or blood, he doesn't know, and he's just so cool that it's impossible to resist. danny snaps a quick picture, scolds himself as the ticker tells him he's got four shots left, then turns his chin to watch as benny plucks the near-extinguished cigarette from between his teeth, flicking it into the grass. "what'dya wanna know about her?" "well," danny shifts in the creaky lawnchair, "y'know, i've talked to the guys and they, uh, they say she's the best thing that's happened to the club. girls are sayin' it too, n'not just cus she made you nasty bastards start washing your hands." benny is chuckling, pillowy lips damp from the swipe of his tongue. "so what is it about her?" danny asks then waits and waits and waits as benny sits, per usual, in silence. and, okay, maybe this isn't going as well as danny hoped and now he's scrambling, throwing haphazard sentences around his brain, but then benny is speaking and holy shit he's speaking. danny has never heard him say more than fifteen words but now he's a leaky faucet "she's good - everythin' about her - doesn't have a mean bone in her body, y'know? gave all've us a chance, gave me a chance." benny shakes his head as though he still can't believe it then stops, turning his head at the faint sound of the screendoor closing and there you are in a pair of cutoff overalls, hair pulled back with a crocheted bandana and danny can see it, the whole angelic thing. you pay neither of them any mind, tending instead to the flowers 'round the porch. your little yellow watering can is cute and danny can see the fondness constricting the base of benny's throat. "think m'biased." benny says, turning back to face danny. "but 've said it once and i'll say it till they throw me in the ground: she's heaven sent. an' i hope imma good enough man to see her again when i get where i'm goin'." danny leaves with a rekindled belief in love and hopes that maybe one day heâll be lucky enough to be loved the way benny is.
it's been three weeks since benny's interview and danny can't help but notice things. he carries this leather notebook around - jotting down names and places and tape numbers - but the page he keeps coming back to is one he scribbled across a few days ago. the thing about benny's girl is that she isn't just benny's girl. he's circled it three times for good measure because benny's girl doesn't just belong to benny - sure, maybe in the ways it matters - but every single soul adores her; lights up when she walks in and it sure is a sight to see fifty or so bikers grinning and stumbling over their own feet for this girl who looks like she couldn't harm a fuckin' fly. if she had a male equivalent danny reckons it would be cal. cal with a personality as warm as fire, who talks to everyone, and cracks jokes, and is unabashedly himself. but cal has a temper and it shows during a run to akron. danny is interviewing zipco when he hears the commotion then suddenly everyone is stampeding toward two swinging figures and he knows this is where he steps back. it's a full-on brawl now and zipco sure as shit wasn't going to stay and yap while there was chaos amuck, so danny plops down, lights a cigarette and waits. "s'guy called her a bitch," cal says and danny almost jumps out of his fuckin' skin. where did the sun go? he scrambles to a sitting position, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth and smacking the record button on his cassette recorder. "what?" "some fuckin' prick called her a bitch." cal's got a handful of ice cubes pressed to his busted jaw and because the man knows no personal space a bloody mix has dripped onto danny's pant leg. "her?" danny's not following but the beat up boy tips his head and danny should've known. it's you. of course it's you. "not gonna let nobody talk to her like that. i don't take too kindly for no one talkin' ill to a lady, but 'specially her. s'the most fucked up shit you can do." that's when danny realizes that cal has it too. it's the same look benny had when you came out of the house - that dumb, lovesick gaze - but cal's is laced with longing and danny actually feels bad for him. "she sure is something." he says, testing the waters. he's out of cigarettes so his nimble fingers pluck a handful of grass from beside his boot. "sure is." cal takes a seat, reaching behind danny to grab the jug of strong-smelling alcohol. "never met anyone like 'er. been everywhere; hell to fuckin' Houston, never met a girl like her before." he takes a deep swig, grimaces, then swallows. "benny sure is lucky, ain't he?" danny says, peering under his lashes at the golden-haired boy and he laughs. "we're all lucky. she's the sweetest of the sunflowers, man. she's like the fuckin' sun. least she is to me - to us." poor bastard, danny thinks. poor infatuated bastard.
"where ya gonna be sittin', baby?" "with johnny." "good girl, c'mere gimmie a kiss." danny's at the bar nursing a beer and a hangover and probably a concussion and you know what? this kinda talk doesn't phase him anymore. he's used to it by now; sure he doesn't know the rules, but it's none of his business anyway and in his four months with the club he's learned, above all else, that bikers are fuckin' weird. still danny finds you, watches as benny grabs your chin bringing you up up up onto your tiptoes before planting delicate kisses onto your giggling mouth. "you go see 'em." it's a whisper and danny's not trying to eavesdrop but he finds himself leaning closer. "looks like he needs some cheerin' up." and maybe danny is still invested because he turns, following you as you float over to johnny's table where he's hunched over an intimidating stack of papers. you say something, but your sweet voice is too quiet over the racket and danny cares so he stands, goes over to the pinball machine, but doesn't turn it on. "hi, pretty." johnny reaches over, takes your hand, tugs you closer and you giggle, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and this is different. none of the other guys put their hands on you - just benny, just benny because he's yours and you're his but johnny does it so naturally danny knows he's done it before. "what's goin' on, old man?" your voice drips nothing but affection and johnny smiles around his cigarette and launches into club dues and the upcoming springfield run and the dwindling bail fund and danny starts losing interest; his feet are going numb and there's only so much longer he can stand there pretending to fucking play pinball before someone catches on but then you're on johnny's lap and yeah this never happens. danny has seen benny beat the dog shit out of a guy for even suggesting that you sit next to him but now here you are, balanced on one of johnny's broad thighs, spinning his wedding band around and around his finger and benny sees, fucking smiles at the sight, and drops his head, lining up his next shot at the pool table. danny realizes you're talking and running your hand up and down johnny's arm as you validate his feelings and strategize fundraising plans and promise to bake some of your infamous strawberry shortcake bites. johnny's promised hand lays so delicately upon your cheek danny thinks he may kiss you but thank fuck he doesn't because danny'd surely blow his cover and a load in his pants because, okay, yeah, he gets it. knows now why everyone loves you, has started to catch feelings of his own but he's not johnny or benny and he'll never be able to touch you the way he wants so he guesses he'll join the ranks with cal as just another distant admirer. just another love struck bastard.
#benny cross#johnny from bikeriders#cal from bikeriders#clo answers#austin butler#austin butler x reader#benny cross x reader#the bikeriders#the bikeriders x reader#âđŒ#clo is in love with suse#<3 hope u enjoy bby#challengers but with boys on bikes
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A Shade Darker than Red: Part 6
Jason was exploring the Infinite Realms when he felt something pull at him. Danny had trained him in enough of the common ghost skills that he would be safe exploring on his own. Apparently he, as a brand new ghost and Dannyâs trainee, fell under the aegis of Dannyâs crown. Few ghosts would seriously attack him and he was now skilled enough that any of the playful bouts with the other ghosts could go either way. He was obviously still not as skilled as the ghosts who had centuries to train, and was nowhere close to Dannyâs own level, (a fact that irked him to no end).Â
When he first felt the tug, stubborn and insistent pulling on something inside him, he carefully looked around like he had been taught by Danny. The situational awareness he had been previously been trained in was next to useless in the endless green sea of the Realms. He was about to dismiss the strange feeling when he couldnât find any source to the possible threat.Â
Then the tug began to burn. He screamed in pain and fear as something yanked on his core. Danny said the ghostâs core was everything to them, brain and heart and soul in one, and something was pulling on his fit to pull it from his body. He screamed for Danny, screamed into the ectoplasm of the Zone, just like he did when he first formed. And just like when he first formed, Danny answered. The King of All Ghosts bent the very Infinite Realms themselves to fly to Jasonâs side.Â
Danny wrapped him in his impossibly large and powerful aura, surrounded him as the pull became too strong to resist and took the pull upon himself. Jason sighed in relief as the burning in his core eased. He could now focus enough to feel the emotions behind the pull. There was grief and muted rage and grief and sorrow and grief and grief and grief andâŠ
A crackling tear opened in the Realms surrounding them and they both slipped through, invisible and silent to hover in the light of the sun over a large crowd. For a moment Jason felt like he was drowning in the grief of the people below him before he could focus on what was happening. He and Danny had emerged in the air above a funeral. His funeral.Â
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The day of Jasonâs funeral, his second funeral, was a bright and sunny one. Dick felt it was a betrayal. The weather of Gotham, normally so gloomy and dark, was bright when it should have been in mourning just like him.Â
There was a lot of debate among his remaining siblings about what to do with Jasonâs body. After his first death, Jason had been buried on the grounds of Wayne Manor next to Thomas and Martha. Bruce thought it was fitting that his son was buried next to his parents. However once Jason came back, the manor was never really his home again. He had never felt welcomed there, no matter how much his siblings and Alfred had tried. Even though Bruce was currently staying on the Watchtower they didnât want to risk it.Â
Eventually they decided on a small plot in an abandoned lot in Crime Alley. That was where Jason was born, where he lived, and where he died. They would lay him to rest there. Tim handled the purchase of the lot, which was long overgrown and the locals treated it almost as a park. Seemed like the perfect place to lay him to rest.Â
They had expected it to be just a private affair, only siblings and Alfred. Except apparently word got out that not only was Jason getting buried, but that Jason was also the Red Hood. Hoodâs lieutenants came along with some of the working girls from the Alley. The kids Jason had saved or protected filled out most of the rest of the seats. Really it was a packed house. All here to grieve Jason and acknowledge his impact on their lives.Â
There were no capes present. The family were dressed in their civilian attire. Roy and Kori were patrolling the rest of Gotham and would come to pay their own respects later. The Justice League not only hadnât been invited, they had been explicitly banned from the funeral and the city. Any reporters that tried to enter the lot were forcibly removed by members of Hoodâs gang.Â
Dick, Tim, Cass and Steph were the pallbearers of Jasonâs second coffin. Damian wanted to take part but he was too short, so he and Duke formed an honor guard on either side of the coffin. They choose a simple pinewood box, rather than the more expensive modern coffins. Jason had managed to dig himself out of the grave once, if he had to do it again they wanted to make it easier. There was also a bevy of sensors to detect movement and an emergency beacon, just in case. Damian had even slipped one of his favorite daggers into the coffin so Jason could use it to dig himself out if he needed to.Â
The family sans Bruce stood around the grave to say their piece.Â
Dick sobbed as he told Jason how much he loved him, and how he was sorry he hadnât been there for him. He tossed his flower onto the coffin.Â
Cass signed her farewell. Saying simply that she loved him. Would always love him and that he was her brother. She set her flower onto the coffin.Â
Timâs farewell was given in a monotone as he tried to reign in his wild emotions. He apologized for taking Jasonâs spot the first time. He gave his own forgiveness for Jasonâs attempts on his life. He had to turn away and press his face to Dickâs shoulder after he put his flower on his coffin.Â
Duke called Jason a brother, a friend and a fighter till the end. He said the hole Jason had left was one that could never be filled. He set his flower on the grave and held Steph while she cried.Â
Barbara told her favorite story of Jason, from a time when she was Batgirl and he was Robin, though she kept her real meaning hidden in metaphor. She tossed her flower on his coffin and pulled Dickâs hand to her shoulder.Â
Damian sounded furious as he set his flower on Jasonâs coffin. His hands shook with suppressed rage, the boy unable to give voice to his grief in any way other than anger. He promised Jason that he would continue to protect Crime Alley in his stead.Â
Stephâs voice cracked and broke as she cried through her farewell. She said that Jason was like a brother to her, that she missed the way he cooked and their pranking wars. She dropped her flower from on the coffin then had to grab Cass in a tight hug, hiding her face from the gathered audience.Â
Alfred was the last of the family to say his farewell. He placed his flower with the same precision and elegance he brought to every part of his life. If his hands shook when he pulled it back, then no one mentioned it. He gave his apologies and a soft farewell of, âMay his memory be a blessing.âÂ
The family stepped back, standing to the side to allow the other mourners to step forward, but they were hardly the last to say their goodbyes to Jason. All manner of people from Crime Alley came up to the grave with Jasonâs coffin laying in it. Old grannies from corner stores that Hood had protected, thugs and gangsters of every persuasion who had worked for former crime lord stepped forward and gave their respects, prostitutes who had worked the street corners under his watchful eye sobbed as they spoke, and children he had saved from kidnappers came forward, some not even understanding what they were doing but they still laid flowers on the coffin.Â
Some of those who said their farewells came up to the family, some offered hugs, handshakes, or just a quiet hand on their shoulders. Some of the grannies offered food for the family, saying they were always welcome. Some of the kids offered drawings that drew fresh tears from everyone present.Â
Eventually the crowd tapered down and drew back. Jasonâs coffin was almost completely covered in a pile of flowers. An entire neighborhood united behind one family over the death of one man. If there was ever a greater testament to the impact Jason had made on the lives of those around him, Dick hadnât seen it.Â
As most of the crowd left the lot one of Hoodâs lieutenants pulled Dick aside, a hand on his shoulder. Dick wasnât sure he wanted to talk to someone who was part of Jasonâs criminal empire, but from what the man said over the coffin, Dick had to assume the two were close.Â
âDo you know who did this to him?â The man asked.Â
Dick weighed his response, it was an incredibly inappropriate question to ask at a funeral, but he knew the criminal underworld of Gotham worked on a different wavelength than the rest of the city. In the end his fury at Bruce won out.Â
âThe Bat.âÂ
The manâs face soured and he growled.Â
âIf any of those capes show their faces in Crime Alley, weâll fill them full of lead for you.âÂ
That wasnât what Dick wanted. That wasnât what Jason would have wanted he hoped. In his hurry to correct the misimpression he let his mouth run ahead of his brain for a moment.Â
âWe didnât want this to happen.âÂ
Even as his voice cracked on the words, he wished he could pull them back. The manâs eyebrows rose and Dick could watch the calculating look on his face as he turned and examined the rest of the family in turn. Dick was about to panic as the man turned back to him.Â
âDonât you worry none, Red Hood cared for you, even if he didnât always say it. Weâll keep the Alley running just like he would have wanted it.â He hesitated for a moment longer. âI canât believe the Bat finally crossed his line. Who would have thought that Batman would kill Red Hood?âÂ
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Jason needed to leave. He needed to go.Â
He had cried in Dannyâs arms as each of his siblings said their farewells. He had cried as the flowers on his coffin had piled higher and higher, each person there remembering and mourning him in their own way. Danny had held him, swathed in his aura, keeping them silent, invisible and intangible throughout the proceedings.Â
But now he needed to leave.Â
Batman had killed him. Bruce had killed him.Â
Like a flash the memories of his second death rushed through him.Â
He remembered tailing Bruce to an Alley, aiming to question him on what he was doing in his turf. Bruce had triggered something that took out his coms, then led him into a nearby building. They talked, Bruce told him that his criminal activities were too much, that he would have to take him into Arkham. They fought. Bruce kept punching long after Jason was beaten.Â
Jason never would have thought that Bruce would have finally crossed his own line and murder him. Bruce, who had refused to kill the Joker, no matter how many lives he had taken, no matter that he had taken his own son from him, had decided that Jason was human enough to be worth saving. He wasnât human enough to count against Bruceâs rule.Â
Danny pulled the two of them back into the Infinite Realms as Jason hyperventilated even though he no longer needed to breathe. He couldnât hear more than the ringing in his ears, though he could see Dannyâs lips moving. Danny surrounded himself in a green, protective bubble, and kept mouthing something.Â
âLet it out. Let it out Jason.âÂ
Jason threw his head back and wailed. He put his grief, his rage, his betrayal into the wail, every ounce of power he could behind it. He wailed and wailed, the very ectoplasm in the air around them shivering and quaking in the face of his grief. Danny stood, safe behind his shield and watched as he wailed and watched as the wail died on his lips. And Danny was there again, wrapping him up tight in a full body hug, allowing Jason to rest in the safety of his overwhelmingly powerful aura. Darkness crept into his vision, before he finally passed out.
#dp x dc#jason todd#a shade darker than red#danny fenton#batfam#dick grayson#cassandra cain#damian wayne#i sobbed writing this#so take care of yourselves
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I nominate Kon
Konâs had a shit day, Superman came by and everyone tried to make excuses for him but he couldnât even fucking look at Kon
Like it was Konâs fault he was born
Kon has a fight with the Teen Titans, goes for a fly to clear his head
Heâs angry, and hurt, and upset, and having a LOT of very big feelings that even his speed-growth to a teen did not make easier to handle
Kinda made it harder. Now he has all these extra hormones too
So when he bumps into someone in the air, he tenses for a fight
Not to actually try and seriously hurt someone, but he can list the number of people he knows who can fly, and he doesnât wanna talk to ANY of them
Doesnât want to be told to turn around and go home
He doesnât recognize this kid though, or the way the kid panic-flips him and actually knocks him out of the air
Itâs not a power glitch either, it doesnât feel right, and the boys wrassle a lil bit until the mystery is more interesting than the big feelings and asks what the fuckâs going on
Danny was barely aware who he was yeeting, he went into crisis mode but it does slowly sink in that his ghost sense never went off
This ainât a ghost
Or his problem
They go for smoothies, both covered in scrapes and bruises, and chat about why they were flying around in the middle of nowhere
Kon is aghast that the JL failed Danny so much and then just fucking left him (and maybe a little âoh so heâs dangerous but doesnât have to be a forced heroâ pouting)
Danny is furious the League are treating this sweet clone boy so badly
He doesnât wanna be a hero but he does wanna kick some ass
Maybe they plan some revenge pranks
(Dannyâs always wanted to go to space, so they can hit the Watchtower without warning)
dp x dc prompt:
au where nobody in amity ever found out danny was phantom (not even wes).
danny had to handle everything by himself and came out of it very traumatised. because of his lack of support he made more mistakes than in canon, which resulted in a lot of guilt and self-loathing.
he is sixteen when the justice league dismantles the giw and arrests his parents - whom he stopped making excuses for long ago - for their unethical practices. the portal is shut down and vlad detained shortly after he attempted to free maddie.
danny doesn't have anyone to fight against anymore: his rogues are in the ghost zone and unlikely to come out of it now that portals aren't readily available. they're closer to friends than enemies now anyway, and he learnt to make his own portals so he can visit.
life is good. jazz has custody of him until his majority and they're in a witness protection program specialised in helping children of villains. they were relocated to another city. danny has the time to study again and no one knows him and his sister as the kids of mad scientists, which makes it easier to fit in in his new school.
but he's feeling restless and he keeps getting nightmares, haunted by everything that went wrong in amity before the justice league even noticed. it feels like the guilt is going to eat him alive and his chronic pain from his accident keeps making it worse for his mental health.
he decides to go fly as phantom for the first time in months, both to fulfill his space obsession and look at the stars, and to decompress.
he's not expecting to collide into anyone.
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All This for New Clothes
Danny needed a favor, and while he didn't want to ask Vlad for help. He wasn't expecting Vlad to look at him with disappointment and say, "Daniel, I want you to be my apprentice; of course Iâll help! Why wouldnât I?"
Vlad blinked as he processed what Danny had said, or rather what he had demanded. But after a rather excruciating silence that began to get uncomfortable, Vlad narrowed his eyes, sighed, and uttered with the most disappointed tone Danny had ever heard from him: âDaniel, I want you to be my apprentice; of course Iâll help! Why wouldnât I?â
Danny frowned and narrowed his eyes, trying to find the trick in that statement. The words took him by surprise. He looked Vlad up and down, only finding disappointment in his gaze. Â He knew Vlad. Vlad was a creep, a weirdo, and a loser. There had to be a reason why Vlad was willing to help.
Normally, Danny would never actually stoop so low to ask Vlad for help, but wellâŠ
He needed a suit in less than twenty-four hours, and he didnât even know where to get one.
Vlad stood up from his desk and walked around the large slab of mahogany. He pulled a phone out of a pocket inside his suit jacket (and just why was he wearing his suit this late at night, anyways?) as he walked to the door, where he paused to type something in his phone, before looking up. He waved to have Danny follow him. âCome along, Daniel.â
Danny hated when people called him Daniel. It bothered him. The only people who called him Daniel were people he either didnât know, or who were talking down to him.
But he also knew Vlad wouldnât stop that, even if he asked him to.
However, as Danny walked with Vlad through his mansion, the silence began to get to him. Danny didnât do silence. He always had noise around him; games, music, bantering with ghosts, joking with Sam and TuckerâŠ
The whirl of the portalâŠ
No, Danny didnât do silence.
So he decided to ask the question. âWhy do you do that?â
Vlad paused and looked up from his phone. He tilted his head and glanced between here and the door to his office, and then looked back at Danny with a raised eyebrow. âDo what?â
âThatâŠâ Danny repeated, getting an eye roll out of Vlad. âYou always call me Daniel. Iâve told you not to.â
âAhâŠâ Vlad said, looking forward and continuing to walk. Danny followed a step behind him, half expecting Vlad to ignore him entirely. âThe reason why I call you Daniel, is⊠well⊠to be frank, is to show respect.â
âYouâre⊠showing me respect by not calling me what I want you to?â Danny scoffed as he folded his arms. He didnât break stride, instead continuing to walk with Vlad, though he was beginning to wonder why they werenât just flying where they needed to go. Â
Vlad let out a hum. âI suppose thatâs one way to look at it,â he muttered. âNo, I call you Daniel instead of Danny because Danny is what one would call a friend or a child. I call you by your given name because while I do mock you for your age, to truly treat you as a child would be a disservice to what you are.â
âA halfa like you?â Danny scoffed again.
âNo; a warrior, and a threat,â Vlad said, stopping for just a moment to give Danny all of his attention. Danny paused as well, taking a step back as Vlad focused on him. But just as quickly, Vlad continued again, leaving Danny scrambling to catch up.
âA threat?â Danny muttered. He couldnât keep the surprise from his voice as he caught up with Vlad again.
This time, Vlad scoffed. He shook his head and said, âCome now, Daniel, you donât really believe that you arenât a threat? You have had your powers for, what? A year? And while you have never really beaten me, youâve gotten close. Closer than any other being in the ghost zone.â
âYou mean you didnât get your butt handed to you by Pariah?â
âPariah might have won the battle, but Daniel,â Vlad began, looking at Danny. He held out his hand in front of him and smiled as a glow began to emanate from his hand. âHe did not win the war.â
Dannyâs eyes widened as a crown appeared in Vladâs hand. The burnished metal glowed in his hand, five spikes reaching up toward the sky. A heartbeat later, flames burst out from within it, obscuring the two spikes furthest away from Danny and giving it a shape he knew very well. Â
The Crown of Fire vanished with a wave of Vladâs hand, but Dannyâs eyes stared, transfixed, at where it had been. âYou grabbed that? When?â
Vlad frowned. âDonât you remember? You nearly died piloting your parents' prototype of the⊠ughâŠâ Vlad groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, âFenton Ecto-Skeleton⊠Couldnât your parents just have named it the Ecto-Skeleton?â
Danny shrugged. âItâs a branding thing.â
âQuite,â Vlad sighed, shaking his head and continuing. He led Danny into the foyer of his mansion before going to the front door. âHold that thought.â Vlad hummed, pausing at the door. He turned to face Danny as he pressed his hand against the doorknob. âThe chauffeur is here, and while I could wipe his memories, Iâd rather not go through that effort.â
Vlad opened the door to the night air, indifferent to the fact that Danny had frozen to the spot. He didnât know that was a thing Vlad could do, and he suddenly became aware that he didnât know at all what Vlad was capable of.
Danny didnât know what he himself was capable of.
Noticing that Vlad was halfway to the limo (and wow, Vlad just had a limo on speed dial?) Danny jumped and started walking down the front steps to the vehicle. The doors closed on their own behind him, and he glanced back at them before Vlad cleared his throat.
Danny turned to see that the chauffeur was watching him with an eyebrow raised, waiting to close the door to the back of the limo.
Danny slid into the limo. The seats were arranged so that there were four benches set up, and Danny sat across from Vlad as the chauffeur shut the door behind him. Vlad rolled up the divider between the passenger cabin and the driverâs seat before turning to Danny. âBack to our conversation. When you nearly died from the Fenton Ecto-Skeleton, I came in and locked Pariah in his sarcophagus, as well as got my hands on the crown.â
âWhat do you intend to do with it?â Danny demanded.
Vlad shrugged. âNothing, actually.â
âWhat?â
The incredulity in Dannyâs voice made Vlad chuckle. âThe crown is not exactly a source of power. Oh, it looks fancy, and it seems like it should have power. But it doesnât, not by itself. Itâs a symbol. Whoever wears the crown signifies they are the king of the Ghost Zone.â Vlad narrowed his eyes and folded his hands. âAnd Iâll admit I do desire the title, but I have no interest in defending said title from the various beings who would do much to prevent me from having it.â
âLike me?â Danny asked, narrowing his eyes.
Vlad scoffed again. âPlease, Daniel⊠There are things much scarier than you.â Danny frowned at that. He knew he wasn't the biggest fish in the pond, but Vlad's casual dismissal still irked him.
He was still trying to find a polite response (he still needed Vlad's help, after all) when Vlad continued. "Daniel, I've heard rumors through the zone. You know who Clockwork is, yes?" Danny reared back. Clockwork has asked him not to talk much about him -- how had Vlad heard about them knowing each other? "Thought so," Vlad said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "Daniel, what do you think Clockwork is?"
"UhhhâŠ" Danny began, "a⊠powerful ghost?" The answer was wrong, he knew that, but he had no clue what the right answer, or at least the answer Vlad was looking for, was.
"He's capable of controlling time, with no limits. He can view every timeline, he can interfere with events that have already occurred."
Vlad leaned back and stated simply. "Daniel, he's a god."
Danny wanted to scoff. That was blowing things out of proportion a bit, wasn't it? "If he's a god, then why does he listen to the Observants?"
Vlad summoned the Crown of Fire again. "For much the same reason that I refuse to let any other being have thisâŠ" Vlad leaned over and let Danny look closer. Danny couldn't help it; he wound up leaning forward himself to inspect it. He never got a chance to really look at the Crown of Fire before, and he couldn't help but be slightly mesmerized as the flames lit up the back of the limo.
"You asked me what I intend to do with it," Vlad continued, after giving Danny plenty of time to look, "and the answer is nothing, but there are others out there who'd use its power to try and force ghosts to kneel, to obey them." He clenched his fist and the crown disappeared again. "I refuse to be forced to kneel."
Danny couldn't help but reach towards his core and grasp the energy thrumming there as Vlad growled. Usually that was followed by one of their fights, but Vlad sighed and ran a hand over his head. "The Observants have⊠something⊠which gives them sway over Clockwork. I haven't been able to discover it, probably due to the very same powers the Observants have been granted through whatever it is that they are lording over him."
Danny tried to keep the confusion off his face, but as Vlad's eyes raked over him he knew it wasn't hidden, so instead of trying to work through it himself, he just asked, "But⊠if he's a god, how didâŠ" He trailed off, hot sure how to describe what happened. âDefeat himâ didn't seem the right phrase, butâŠ
"How did the Observants gain control?" Vlad finished for him. He folded his hands and crossed his legs. "That, I can't answer. But I don't think that's what you're actually asking." He nodded toward Danny before stroking his beard in thought as he mused, Â "When you hear the word âgodâ, you think of a powerful, all-knowing being that is indestructible." He paused to let Danny confirm or deny, but when Danny didn't react, he continued, "That's probably influenced by Christian theology, which posits that one singular being is responsible for everything."
Vlad shrugged. "When it comes to the gods of the ghost zone, it'd be more appropriate to think of the Greek, Roman, or Norse gods: powerful beings, capable of things no mortal man could understand, but still fallible."
Danny opened his mouth to ask a question, cutting Vlad off, and then pausing as he realized heâd done so. After a brief moment, Vlad nodded. "You have a question?"
Danny hadn't expected Vlad to let him ask. That was nice, actually, Mr. Lancer usually just continued on. "If they're so powerful, why would they want the crown?"
Vlad smirked, and Danny suddenly remembered this was his enemy. "I can attest, once you have a taste of power, you want more."
Danny folded his arms. "I'm not like that," he stated defiantly.
Vlad dismissed that with a wave of his hand. "It's easy to say that, but much harder to live up to that expectation." He pointed at Danny. "You once told me that your parents would accept you as a halfa, but not me. Do you still think so?"
"Of course!" The response came out of Danny's mouth immediately. There was no hesitation. No thought was needed. His parents, for all their flaws, loved him and Jazz more than anything, even their research.
"Then why haven't you told them?" Vlad asked, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.
Danny hesitated. Why hadn't he? If he told them, they'd understand. They might even cover for him, and help him learn more about his powersâŠ
OrâŠ
They might say it's dangerous, and that he needs help. Theyâd get involved in his ghost fighting. Theyâd start trying to fight with him.
Or worse, insist that he should stop entirely and leave it to them, the adults.
Vlad leaned forward. "It would be better for you to open up to them now, but you won't. You'll risk them capturing you, you'll risk them hurting you, and you'll risk them finding out in the worst possible way, but you won't tell them. Because if you do tell them, they might take it away from you."
Danny leaned back, putting as much distance as he could between him and Vlad. "That's different!"
Vlad nodded, agreeing with him. "Of course it is. We've been talking about gods who desire more power to solidify their already impressive domains, or me, a billionaire who can order a store to open atâŠ" he checked his watch, "eleven oâ clock at night, but all of us have something in common: we all want to keep our little domains ours. " He looked out the window. "And speaking of, we're here."
Danny looked out the window as the car stopped. He didn't recognize the store, or even the area. This was deep in the business district of downtown Amity, an area Danny never needed to go to.
The store didn't have a sign on the front, and when Vlad walked up to the entrance, instead of opening it, he pressed a button near the door. Danny could hear a buzzing from inside the building. He glanced at Vlad, and the man raised an eyebrow.
Danny indicated the door and asked, "There's a doorbell?"
"Ah," Vlad intoned, "there is probably close to a million dollars inside this establishment. It's worth the extra security."
Danny's eyes boggled as the door opened. An older gentleman stood inside. He had bags under his eyes and looked like he had just woken up, and was dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. "Mr. Masters, welcome, welcome!" He stepped aside to let them in the store. "What can I help you with?"
Vlad walked into the store. "This is Daniel Fenton, the son of some family friends. He's in desperate need of a suit, by tomorrow, in order to impress his date's parents."
The man smiled, the wrinkles by his eyes becoming more pronounced. "Well, for impressive, you've come to the right place." He led the two of them deeper into the store, pausing to grab a measuring tape.
"Alright, Mr Fenton," the man said, indicating for him to stand in the center of three mirrors, "my name is James Tailor and I'll be assisting you." He gave Danny a wink and smiled. âIâm sure we can get you something thatâll knock their socks off.â
Danny stepped up and let James take his measurements. "Your last name is Tailor and you work in a clothing store?"
James shrugged and smiled as he walked around Danny. "I had it legally changed when I got this job."
"Really?"
"No," the man laughed, "but I had you for a moment, didn't I?" His laugh died down into a set of chuckles before he focused on the task at hand. "Alright, Mr. Fenton, just going to get your height here andâŠ" He stopped talking as he stooped to measure Dannyâs height in full. "Five foot four, that sound about right?"
Danny felt his throat seize up. He knew that was his height already, but he didn't want to hear it. He had hoped deep down that his height had changed, but of course it hadn't.
It hadn't changed at all since the accident.
"YesâŠ" Danny, muttered, looking at his reflection, "that sounds about right."
It was because he was looking at the mirror that he saw what happened next. Vlad's eyes widened momentarily before narrowing, and a duplicate of him stepped towards James, who didn't react as it overshadowed him. James's eyes glowed as he took on Vlad's posture, and Vlad stepped forward.
"Daniel⊠have you not grown since your accident?" Vlad asked, his calm tone of voice completely at odds with the intense expression on both his and James's face. Both of them were inspecting him with narrowed eyes.
Danny looked down at the ground and whispered, "NoâŠ" He rubbed his eyes and tried to keep his emotions in check. "It's⊠it's the reason why I asked Sam outâŠ" He laughed -- thank God, it was better than crying. "I⊠I'm stuck⊠Sam isn't much taller than me right now, but⊠I'm gonna be fourteen⊠forever and-"
âDaniel," Vlad snapped, making him jump. "Look at me. How old do I look?" He indicated his face.
"UhhâŠ" Danny began eloquently, "old?" Danny wasn't sure what he was getting at. Vlad was almost a fifty-year-old man, after all.
"Right, old," Vlad repeated, "and when did my accident happen?"
Danny grimaced. He hated talking about his own half-death. It always felt too personal to share with anyone. He really didnât want to be discussing the details of Vladâs death with him. That felt like the offering of an olive branch he didnât want to take. Regardless, he answered, "It was back when you were in college, right?"
Vlad and James nodded. "Exactly. I had the same problem at one point." Vlad explained, walking up to Danny. "We are human, but we are also ghosts. Ghosts are creatures of habit. They do the same thing over and over again expecting a different result." Vlad tilted his head and pointed between the two of them.  "We are different. We should grow and age, but we don't. Not unless we want toâŠ" Vlad froze for a second, and then suddenly Vlad was no longer in front of him. At least, not as Danny knew him.
Danny had only ever known Vlad as a bitter old man who had spent what should have been the best years of his life in a hospital bed.
But in a blink, that Vlad was gone. The wrinkles and grey hair were gone. There was no flash that would precede the transformation from Vlad Masters to Plasmius. Instead, it happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, there was an old man, another, a man in his twenties. The signs of age had been replaced by youth and almost-black hair.
This younger Vlad smirked. The cocky smile was familiar to Danny, but only because of the pictures his dad kept up on their walls.
The Vlad Jack knew in college.
And then he was gone again, that same smirk now on Vlad the wrinkled old billionaire's face. Danny blinked, stunned. "What?"
"Daniel," Vlad began, his tone disappointed but that insufferable smirk wide, "when I told you I had twenty years of experience with these powers, did you really think it had only to do with fighting?"
Danny took a step back. "Uh⊠well⊠IâŠ"
Vlad turned and waved his hand about, dismissing Danny's thoughts and scattering them. "There is so much more to our powers than fighting , Daniel, and to be frank, there is probably much you could teach me about that. But no, what I wanted to teach you is so much more than that.â
Vlad indicated James as the overshadowed man pointed at himself. âI can teach you more . How to hear the whispers of peopleâs emotions, which arcane marks actually work at repelling ghosts, and which ones can summon them and bind them to your will.â He paused and took a deep breath. âAnd yes, I could teach you how to wipe someoneâs mind if you wantedâŠâ
Danny couldnât help himself. He recoiled at the idea. That⊠was something he knew he shouldnât know how to do. While he didnât completely comprehend what he was capable of doing, he knew what he was willing to do, and sometimes that wasnât a good thing.
He hadnât exactly been responsible with all his powers, after all.
He jumped when Vlad put his hand on his shoulder and turned him toward the mirror. âBut enough of that,â Vlad said, not quite harshly, but his tone snapped Danny to attention. âIf that is something you learn you need, we can discuss it later. For now, letâs focus on the real issue.â He straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back.
âAs I said before,â Vlad continued, his voice mellowing, meeting Dannyâs gaze in the mirror. âWe are humans. We should grow, we should change, and we should be a great many things. But we are not just humans. Unfortunately or not, we are cursed with our halfa nature, and are also ghosts.â
Danny blinked and turned around, Vladâs words repeating in his mind. âUnfortunately or notâ. The phrasing made him think. He didnât always enjoy being a halfa, but the amount of time he spent being upset about his halfa nature had shortened considerably.
Yet Vlad led with âunfortunateâ.
âDaniel,â Vlad stated. This time there was a bit of a bite behind his words. Danny jumped before rubbing the back of his head. Vlad sighed and began again: âDaniel.â This time, his words were softer, much like Mr. Lancer in his moments where he cared about Danny and his friends rather than was furious with them.
âSorry,â Danny said, âcan you repeat that?â
âItâs important you understand this.â Vlad shook his head and let out a sigh. âIf you had two years to live in the ghost zone to suffer through piecing yourself together, then I would be more than happy to let you try and fumble through this, but as it stands, you have a date tomorrow.â
Danny twisted to look at Vlad, his jaw dropping as he processed what Vlad had said. He wasn't sure if he was more shocked at Vlad saying he had lived two years in the ghost zone, or that Vlad was going to try and teach him something before the morrow. Â
Vlad let out a hum before continuing, âDaniel, what do you know about the Platonic Forms?â
âUh⊠what?â
Vlad sighed and placed a hand to his forehead. âI hope that your schooling will cover this before you finally graduate.â He sighed and shook his head in exasperation, as James walked up behind them, still overshadowed by Vlad.
James, or rather Vlad in Jamesâs body, took over the conversation. He fixed Danny to the spot with the same glare that usually made Danny hesitate whenever he and Vlad got into a⊠disagreement. âThe Platonic Forms are just ideas of things that actually exist. They are a representation what each individual thing is supposed to be like in order for it to be that specific thing. For example, the form of a human would show qualities of what it means to be a human.â
Vlad raised his hand. âNow, what does that mean? To have the qualities of a human? Thatâs an interesting question. Does it have two hands and two arms? No. Thatâs not what makes us human. One could describe a human as a featherless biped, but no, that is not a human. To be a human, is to think, to know. A human isn't a shape, it's a miserable pile of secrets and knowledge.â
âWeâre getting off track, though,â James said, giving an annoyed look toward Vlad. He folded his arms and turned toward Danny. âNow, you might be wondering why Iâm even bringing this up.â
âThat is crossing my mind, yes,â Danny snarked.
Vlad poked Danny in the chest. âDaniel, what is the form of Daniel Fenton? To be a human is to think, but to be a human that is Daniel Fenton, you need what?â
Danny frowned and rubbed his chest where Vlad had poked him. It hadnât hurt, but he still didnât like the man touching him. âI still donât understand what youâre getting at here.â
âIn order to be the human Daniel Fenton, do you need to be five feet, four inches?â Vlad asked.
âOrâŠâ James continued, âdoes he need to be able to turn into Danny Phantom?â
Danny felt something in his chest stir, and he placed his hand over it. The chill from his core bled through his clothes into his palm. He chewed on his lip as he processed that.
âOkay⊠I understand that,â Danny whispered. âIâm Phantom just like I am Fenton.â
"Quite," Vlad said, some approval bleeding into his voice before his eyes narrowed. "We've established that to be Danny Fenton, one must be Danny Phantom, correct? Now thenâŠ" He walked around Danny, and it took a lot of effort for Danny to not spin in place to follow him. "What is a ghost?"
"The spirit of a dead person."
"Exactly!" Vlad clapped. Danny didn't think it was deserving of that level of enthusiasm, but then again, his parents seemed to think that ghosts were simply monsters.
"What does this have to do with the Form⊠things you were talking about?"
Both Vlad and James sighed and gave each other a what-can-you-do type look as they shrugged in unison. James turned and continued speaking in Vlad's voice. "Perhaps another way of looking at a ghost is that they are the pure existence of a person. No corporal limitations on them. They are free to be what they want to be."
Danny blinked. "Free to be what they want to beâŠ" he mumbled, and turned to look at himself in the mirror. That phrase repeated itself over and over.
He grasped at his core and tilted his perception, nudging his nature over just a little, and flipped the balance between alive and dead.
âExcellentâŠâ Vlad breathed. âObviously, it is possible do to this sort of thing in our human forms, but it is much easier to do to it in our ghost form.â He held his hand above Danny, just a couple inches. âNow, Iâve seen you stretch your body to dodge attacks before, so you should know how to do that.â
Vlad putting his hands anywhere near Danny was usually enough to set Dannyâs teeth on edge, but he tamped that down and followed Vladâs directions. He stretched his body just slightly until his head made contact with Vladâs hand. It wasnât hard. He had done it a million times dodging ecto blasts from the likes of Skulker⊠or Vlad.
Vlad reached over and tugged on Dannyâs hand. âYour arms should be longer.â He poked at Dannyâs hip bone. âSame with your legsâŠâ
The next few minutes were remarkably uncomfortable for Danny, as Vlad continued to prod Danny into stretching his ghostly form until it was a good approximation of a sixteen-year-old body. If it took five minutes or it took an hour, Danny wasnât sure, but eventually, Vlad seemed to find Dannyâs proportions to be realistic enough.
âGood, very good.â Vlad said, leaning back and inspecting Dannyâs work. âThatâll work quite well. Youâll eventually get the hang of this on your own, but for now-â He paused and pulled on Dannyâs wrist again. âCareful, youâre reverting.â He stepped back again. âAs I was saying, youâll eventually learn to get this on your own⊠assuming you chose to continue aging. There isnât anything wrong, per se, with wanting to remain young forever, but Iâd give it six or so years. College documents are surprisingly easy to forge and are a good excuse for why you are moving.â
He paused one more time and poked Dannyâs hip. âYou're stretching your chest again. Your legs should be longer, not your chest.â He leaned back and folded his arms. âSo, as youâve understood, hopefully, the ghost form is a Platonic Form. Itâs you in a pure sense.â He waved his hand about in the air. âItâs how we see ourselves, itâs the source of our advanced healing and-â
âWe have advanced healing?â
Vlad sighed. âDaniel, you didnât really think you were able to fight the Box Ghost at every odd hour of the night and make it to class with nothing but exhaustion?â
âWhat do you take me for? You think the Box Ghost can hit me?â
âFine. Skulker, thenâŠâ
There was silence in the fitting room for a moment before Danny rubbed the back of his head. âI hadnât thought about it.â He chewed on his lip for a moment, before turning toward Vlad. âWhy are you doing this?â Vlad froze as Danny continued. âLike, I know you want me to be your apprentice, but whyâŠâ
Vlad sighed and looked up at the ceiling as if praying for guidance. Considering that Vlad was saying there were actual gods in the ghost zone, he might have been. âDaniel, think⊠I want you to be my apprentice, so why wouldnât I help? If I donât help when you ask for something, especially if itâs not counter to my own plans, then why would you ever come to me at all? My whole goal here is for you to know that when you need help, I can provide it. Thatâs what an apprenticeship is .â
Danny frowned. âSo youâre saying youâre helping because you want me to come to you for help?â When Vlad nodded in response, Danny scoffed. âIf thatâs the case, then why would I come to you, if I know that itâs all part of your plan to make me your apprentice?â
Vlad smiled. It wasnât kind. It reminded Danny too much of Skulker when he had âmistakenlyâ caught Danny in one of his traps. âBecause, Daniel, you know that youâll get that help. You might know that itâs my plan to make you my apprentice, but you also know that whatever you desire to make happen, I can support your endeavors.â
âJust like that?â
âJust like that.â Vlad smirked before giving a half-hearted shrug. âWell, unless it goes directly against my interests, but I think you already knew that.â With all the cards laid out on the table, he straightened his back as he stood behind Danny.  âFor example, if you need to learn how to transform yourself permanentlyâŠâ Vlad checked his watch and then looked back up at Danny. âSometime in the last couple minutes, you stopped thinking about the fact your body was different, and it just became how it was supposed to be.â
Danny looked down at his hands and, yeah, he realized that Vlad had stopped pointing out when he had lost his shape. He also didnât feel like he was stretching himself out anymore. âThat was⊠quickâŠâ
Vlad nodded. âItâs not a long process to change forms, at least for us. Ghosts do not change. They exist as they always will. It takes a massive outside influence to change a ghost.â
Danny froze in place. That statement brought back some images of what he could do to the ghosts he fought. Or rather, what he would have done if Clockwork hadnât altered time. The idea that he would cripple Johnny or destroy Emberâs vocal cords kept him up at night sometimes.
Vlad was implying that such a thing was difficult. Ember had said that he had done it with the ghostly wail. It had taken his alternate self years to reach the point he could use that power.
Danny already could. If he got too careless⊠or too angryâŠ
He shook his head, trying to banish images of the future of several ghosts he knew.  âButâŠâ he said, thinking of one in particular, âIâve seen Technus change forms.â
âTrue,â Vlad said, âbut, did he really change? Or was it his expression of himself? Heâs still an old man with delusions of being tech and hip⊠he just has a different idea of whatâs hip, thanks in part to your efforts.â
Danny sighed and rubbed the back of his head. âI donât get it.â
Vlad let out a noncommittal noise showing that he had heard Danny, but didnât respond beyond that immediately. Instead, he took some time and thought before saying, âWell⊠For example: Ember, at her core, sees herself as a forgotten rockstar. Her occasional pirate episodes donât really change that at all. But youâŠâ Vlad tilted his head and indicated all of Danny with a gesture. âYouâve seen yourself as a fourteen-year-old. You didnât think you changed because it was so gradual -- until you felt trapped in your own body.â
Vlad turned to James. âSpeaking of, perhaps we should get back to your fitting?â
Danny transformed back and looked down at his clothes. His clothes were always a little baggy, but now they were just on the wrong side of too small. He shifted uncomfortably as Vladâs duplicate walked out of Jamesâs body.
James put a hand to his head and let out a shuddering breath. âWhoa, uh⊠sorry, I think I spaced out there. Where were we?â
âYou did,â Vlad said clearly, âand you need to measure Daniel here.â
âRight. Five feet, four inches, correct?â James said, readying the tape measure.
âRemeasure.â The order came from Vlad, and James didnât argue.
âHmmm⊠Five feet, six inches. Impressive.â
Danny glanced between James and Vlad. âUhhâŠâ
James raised an eyebrow as he measured Dannyâs neck. He noted the measurement and then shook his head. âI donât know what just happened, exactly, but Iâm paid to not care.â
âDonât you mean, youâre not paid to care?â Danny asked as James remeasured his arms.
âNo, I mean every time Vlad calls and asks for a new suit, I am paid to not ask questions,â James smirked and threw the measuring tape over a chair. âSpacing out for a while and losing an hour of time might be worrisome for most people, but Iâm making 50k tonight.â
Danny gaped as James addressed Vlad. âI canât help but notice, though, that his clothes donât quite fit. New wardrobe as well?â
âOf course,â Vlad said, nodding. âJust throw that on the rest of the bill.â
âUnderstood,â James said, leading Danny over to the suit jackets. âNow then, any preferences for colors?â
âUh⊠black?â Danny offered.
âAlright then, black it is.â ***
The âgalaâ that Sam invited Danny was⊠posh⊠if nothing else. She had told him that the whole event was just a waste of time and intended for the Mansons to show off to the rest of the elite, so he shouldnât have been surprised.
Which was why it was not held in Amity Park. No risk of ghost attacks if it was held in Wisconsin.
If only they knew.
Danny couldnât help it. He felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was a sixteen-year-old boy  wearing a suit that was worth more than the family car, weaponry included, standing in this dance hall with hundreds of people more than twice his age, wearing clothes that wereâŠ
Actually, there was a good chance that Dannyâs suit was more expensive than their outfits. Heâd seen the bill Vlad had paid for.
Danny saw Sam walking away from her parents. She had that frown on her face that was always accompanied by a rant about wasted resources and a disregard for the environment. He started walking towards her and called out before she could disappear into the crowd. âSam!â
Sam whirled around, ready to tear into someone, but then her eyes widened. âDanny! I⊠uhâŠâ She trailed off as she looked him up and down. âI⊠didnât recognize you at first.â
âI donât blame you,â Danny said, plucking at his suit. âI donât get why Vlad wears these things. Theyâre awful to move in.â
âThatâsâŠ. not it at all,â Sam said, looking up at Danny. That was something sheâd never had to do before.
âOh.â The simple vocalization cut across the two of them with so much disdain that Danny thought Vlad had seen Jack at the gala. Danny turned and saw Samâs parents walking over. âYouâre the Fentonsâ boy, arenât you? Sammykins insisted that you be extended an invitation,â her mother said, glancing between the two of them. âIt⊠has been a while since weâve seen you. Youâve grown a bit in the last year, havenât you?â
âIâll say,â Sam muttered under her breath, and gave Danny a look that meant she demanded an explanation soon.
âAh, yeah, I guess it has been a while.â Danny rubbed the back of his head and glanced at Sam for support, but he knew that was useless; Sam didnât want to get along with her parents, so she didnât care if Danny did. Actually, scratch that, she would be upset if Danny did get along with her parents.
Still, didnât make the small talk any less awkward.
âAh! There you are!â Danny never thought heâd be happy to hear Vladâs voice, but the last twenty-four hours contained a lot of surprises. He walked up to Danny holding a champagne glass. âI must say, Daniel, you look like a million bucks!â He chuckled and tilted the glass toward Danny. âWell, perhaps a bit less. That suit isnât quite that much.â
âUhhh⊠what?â Sam said, glancing between Danny and Vlad.
âAll things considered,â Danny muttered, âif you round upâŠ.â
âMr. Masters,â Samâs father began, âI wasnât aware you knew Daniel Fenton hereâŠâ
âOh, his family and I go way back. I met his parents in college!â Vlad chuckled and sipped from his glass. âIâve actually been hoping to convince Daniel here to join me on some of my ventures.â He shrugged. âIâm sure you know how it is. So many projects, so little time. Would love to have someone I could consider an apprentice taking some of them off my hands.â
âYeahâŠâ was the nervous response made by Samâs father. âI, uh⊠I understand completely.â
Danny knew better than to assume that Vlad was fooled for a second.
Vlad didn't seem off-put at all, and instead reached over and took Samâs father by the shoulder. âCome, come, letâs talk. Iâm sure thereâs so much we could discuss.â He glanced back at Danny and gave him a smirk before walking off with Samâs parents.
Sam turned to Danny. âOkay, what the hell?â
Danny sighed. âLook, it took a lot for me to get this suit⊠I don't even know where to startâŠâ
"Usually one starts at the beginning," Sam growled through gritted teeth.
"Well, it all started when I was just fourteen and-"
"Not that far back, you dork!"
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Kitsune au Preview (ch1) by ajility
Ectoberhaunt 2021, Day 18, Spider Lily (treat)
(Originally posted 10 November 2021)
This is an unbeta'd version of the first chapter for a much longer kitsune au fic I'm writing! @13thcat originally came up with kitsune au, though I'll be taking my version in a different direction :3c
Summary: Being from a family that has a history in exorcism mostly meant that he gets laughed at in school and his parents spend too much time building ridiculous weapons to fight things that don't exist. ...And then his parents decided to move to Japan, halfway through Danny's first year of high school, and he quickly learns that spirits do exist, and that finding them is a lot easier than his parents led him to believe.
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Ch01 Sneak-peek:
Danny knows heâs dreaming in the same way that you know something terrible is going to happen to the protagonist in the beginning of a horror movie; itâs a fact, thereâs nothing that can be done about it, but you still flinch when it happens, you still hold yourself back from yelling at the screen and telling the characters âno! donât go in there!â
Heâs in a forest, the same forest he always sees in his dreams, with trees too tall and wide to really exist and little dancing lights that flicker at the edges of his vision. There are a lot of things like the lights, that lurk and taunt and exist only until he tries to look at them more directly, but the lights are the most prevalent⊠and the only ones he doesnât really mind.
At least they donât make him feel like heâs being watched, like thereâs something silently laughing at him and waiting for him to come just a little bit closer so it can pounce.
Leaves rustle and a stick snaps behind him. Danny spins around, already growling and ready to protect himself, but⊠thereâs nothing there. Nothing he can see, at least.
Danny knows that ghosts arenât real, when heâs awake â or at least, not real in the way his parents think they are. They donât go around haunting and killing the living. They donât hide items that are important to people. They arenât malevolent, they arenât the source of all living peopleâs problems, and they most certainly donât need to be hunted with special weapons.
Maybe things were different in the past, he doesnât technically have proof that theyâre not real⊠but despite being from a long line of exorcists, his parents donât have proof that they are real, either. You would think that a family of exorcists would have some sort of proof, if the things they exorcise actually exist.
But things arenât as clear-cut, when heâs dreaming. Dream-him isnât bothered by things like reality and science; he takes note of the little lights dancing just out of focus and thinks âwill-o-wispsâ. He sees strange shadowy shapes creeping between trees and thinks âbakemonoâ.
He does things like growl and bear his teeth at potential threats that never actually turn visible.
Itâs probably a good thing he hardly ever remembers the dreams upon waking, because there are a lot of invisible potential threats in the forest, and itâd be really bad if Danny picked up a habit and started reacting to things by growling when heâs awake, too.
A gust of wind. More rustling leaves. A low growl builds in the back of his throat. A shadow starts building up just off to his right side, something growls back, and Danny slaps a paper tag in the direction of the shadow before taking off, twisting and weaving between the trees.
Branches almost seem to reach out for him but heâs gone before they can ever make contact, moving so quickly itâs almost like heâs flying, feet never even touching the ground.
He makes it to a stone path and stops for just a second, orienting himself and choosing a direction before continuing to run. He can just make out a splash of bright red through the trees and he grins â a torii gate. He must be near the entrance, if he can just make it through the gate-
A teasing laugh sounds out, directly next to his ear, and Danny lashes out with sharpened claws even as heâs jumping away. How did one get so close-?
A ripped paper tag drifts to the ground.
âOhh, your reaction time is getting better,â a voice teases, from directly in front of him.
He growls in frustration, because he still canât see the speaker. How can he deal with a spirit, if he canât tell what type it is?
âYou donât want to step through that gate, though,â the speaker continues, either ignoring the fact he canât see them or unaware of it.
âWhy not?â Danny demands, âI want to go home.â
âAnd so did all of us, at one point or another,â the voice agrees, and itâd almost be sympathetic if the sharp edge of amusement wasnât still present, âbut that doesnât make it a good idea.â
âSo, what? You want me to wander around this forest forever?â Danny says sarcastically.
âNo, of course not. This world has much more than a single forest, and you have a whole lot to learn.â
Thereâs a pause. He thinks that maybe they left or just donât want to give him any real explanation, but then thereâs a soft pressure on the back of his neck and the voice is directly by his ear again.
âWeâll see each other soon, but for now⊠What I want, is for you to wake up, little fox. Before you forget how.â
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Danny wakes with a start, only to get pulled back by his seatbelt and to find Jazz staring at him with raised eyebrows. He grasps at the remnants of his dream, trying to hold on to anything at all, but itâs already fading.
His fingers feel weirdly blunted and tingly, thereâs an uncomfortable pressure in his jaw, and even the way heâs sitting feels wrong, like he shouldnât be able to lean back in a car like this. Heâs felt like this after just waking up before but usually it isnât quite this vivid.
Itâd probably help if he could remember what he dreams about â are they even dreams? Maybe itâs nightmares â but all he can call up is the thought of running, needing to run, and an impression of teasing laughter. He sighs.
âWeâre almost there, honey,â Maddie says, âand look! Thereâs the school you two will be attending now. It looks nice.â
âIt looks old,â Danny grumbles, crossing his arms. What a way to start a New Year: another weird dream, and an overly long trip because his parents decided theyâre going to move to Japan halfway through a school year. âWhy couldnât we at least wait until summer for this?â
âThe shrine wonât sit there forever, Danno! Great grandpa Walker left it to us, and itâs our duty to uphold the Fenton family name and hunt down those ghosts!â Jack says, with way more excitement than the situation warrants.
âSpirits, Jack. We have to be respectful,â Maddie reminds him.
Jack nods and brandishes the ecto-gun heâs been polishing since they got off the plane and started driving. âRight! Maybe your school will be haunted, wouldnât that be exciting? It could be our first job in Japan!â He points the gun in the direction of the school as they drive past.
Jazz puts a bookmark in the book she hasnât stopped reading since they left, and snaps it shut. âIâll pass on that, actually. I plan on getting an education at school, not performing exorcisms.â
âOh come on kids, quit whining. Itâs fun to move to a new place, itâll be an adventure!â Maddie insists, glancing back at them for a second. This leads to them almost missing a turn, and she dramatically spins the wheel to make up for it with a âWhoops!â
Jazzâs book slides into Dannyâs leg, and Jazz probably wouldâve slid into him too if it werenât for their seat-belts. The road gets bumpier, then turns into dirt and starts slanting up. Danny suddenly has a very bad feeling about this.
Jazz does too, if the way it looks like she suddenly swallowed a lemon is anything to go by. â...mom? Why are we heading up the mountain now?â
âWeâve talked about this, sweetie. Weâre here to take over the upkeep of a shrine.â
âYes,â Jazz replies slowly, âbut that doesnât explain why weâre heading up a mountain when weâre supposed to be moving into our new living space today.â
âThe shrine is our new living space Jazzypants!â Jack booms, âand everyone knows that shrines have to be on mountains! Itâll be great, what better way to learn more about the gho- er, spirits on this side of the world than to live right in a real shrine?â
Danny is pretty sure that isnât true, that thereâs no requirement that says shrines have to be on mountains, but arguing it is probably a moot point. It wouldnât change the fact that this shrine seems to be on a mountain, and that his parents have, evidently, decided theyâre going to live in it. Are you supposed to live in shrines?
He exchanges a glance with Jazz. At least theyâre both annoyed about this, and Jazz hasnât been able to muster up her âlook on the bright side of things!â attitude yet. Theyâre going to have to walk down a mountain every day to get to school, just because their parents are obsessed with ghosts, despite the fact that theyâve never even seen a real ghost â or spirit, as theyâve started insisting ever since they first learned of the shrine great grandfather left them.
Danny never met his great grandfather. He didnât even know they still had any family living in Japan, but maybe if heâd known, he wouldâve been able to beg the man not to leave a shrine to his parents.
Jazz leans over and whispers, â...maybe it wonât be that bad? People probably donât send spam mail to shrines, and mom and dad canât attach any weird giant signs to it, right? Itâd be too disrespectful.â
When the shrine comes into view, any potential optimism theyâve dredged up disappears just as quickly as Dannyâs memories of his dream did.
It might have been beautiful, once upon a time, but now⊠well. Heâs pretty sure their grandfather hadnât been doing any upkeep for at least a few years now. The paint is cracked and peeling and it looks entirely abandoned, some plants have even started wrapping around the wood and growing up through cracks.
The inside isnât any better. Some of the wood is rotting and there are even more spiderwebs. The only upside is that since their grandfather lived there for so long, there are valid living areas, even if they desperately need to be cleaned and fixed up. Upon seeing the outside, Danny had been half worried that there wouldnât be a kitchen or bathroom or bedrooms.
...actually, maybe it wouldâve been better if there hadnât been a kitchen. Then they wouldâve had to find an alternate living situation, and their parents wouldnât be excitedly discussing how theyâre going to fix up the place and what additions they should add on.
Their parentâs enthusiasm hasnât wavered at all, despite the state the shrine is in â and worse, the fact this is a shrine doesnât seem to be stopping them from pulling out plans for a lab and workshop space. Now that itâs happening, he isnât sure why he and Jazz expected otherwise; their parents are nothing if not predictable. At least the living quarters are separate from the main part of the shrine.
Jazz glances at him and offers a weak smile. âAt least weâll get to learn more about the other half of our heritage?â
Danny isnât sure thatâll make up for everything else, but he nods. At least Jazz can work up some excitement over learning about the culture.
All heâs thinking about is Amity Park and Nasty Burger and everything else they left behind. Heâs interested in learning more about Japan too, of course, but⊠he wouldâve preferred to do it through the internet. Or anime. Or anything less extreme than âmove to the country with roughly 24 hours of warning.â
The moving truck has already dropped off all their stuff, at least. His parents start bringing in all the larger boxes and furniture, while he and Jazz bring in small boxes and suitcases⊠then start the arduous task of cleaning.
Danny stops and turns around more than once, quite certain something is watching him from the forest that surrounds the shrine, but nothing is ever there.
They work late into the night, getting rid of all the spiderwebs and dirt first. The next day, they start going through cabinets and counters and shelves, dusting and clearing out any of the random stuff they find.
Itâs mostly empty, but Danny finds a few old papers with calligraphy he canât read and a surprisingly nice teapot. Itâs heavy and black, probably cast iron, with a gold flower design going around the outside. It feels strangely warm when he picks it up, but he canât get the lid off, so it must be a decorative piece.
He sets it down on the counter and goes to get Jazz, intending to show her the teapot and see if she can open it⊠but itâs gone when they walk back over.
â...so?â Jazz asks, glancing around the room with a raised eyebrow. âI thought you found a fancy teapot.â
Danny goes through the cabinets quickly, but those are empty too. âI left it right there, it was black and had gold designs!â
Jazz stares at the counter that very clearly has nothing on it. â...mhm. I think the dust might be getting to your head. Oh!â She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a little rectangular charm. âI picked this up earlier, here. Itâs an âomamori,â meant for luck and protection. You can keep it in your pocket or hang it off a bag, and when it gets really dirty or a year passes, you replace it.â
Danny examines the little charm for a second, silk embroidered with gold thread, then puts it in his pocket.
âShrines usually sell these,â she continues, âso we might end up having a whole bunch here. I have no idea what mom and dad plan on doing besides the exorcism stuff, but⊠weâll probably have to start doing some shrine stuff too, right? Itâs just a local shrine, but people must still know itâs here, so we might get visitors⊠I have to research it more.â
Right. The exorcism stuff. Danny wonders if people here will be more open to the idea, or if theyâll get scoffed at and laughed at again â no one in the US ever took them seriously, though they did occasionally get accused of being devil worshipers.
âThanks for the charm, Jazz,â he replies, instead of addressing any of the other stuff. He has no idea what theyâll end up doing with the shrine, after all, and with how long repairs and fixing everything up is going to take⊠well. Thereâs plenty of time for his sister to research.
Jazz smiles and nods. âThereâs a bunch of different types, Iâll have to figure out what each is for. For now though, letâs go outside? I think itâs time for some fresh air. We can finish inside once mom and dad decide where they actually want to put everything.â
Thereâs a loud crash as something is dropped in the other room, quickly followed by Jack shouting, âIâm ok!â
â...yeah, outside sounds like a good plan,â Danny agrees, and they go to sit on the freshly swept steps to the shrine.
Danny takes a moment to actually look at the area surrounding them for the first time. Theyâre around three fourths of the way up the mountain, and thereâs a stone path that splits in two right outside the gate, one side going down the mountain and the other leading farther up, disappearing into the trees. There must be something at the top of the mountain then, right? Besides more trees, since it seems to mostly be forest here.
He turns his attention to the gate, which desperately needs a paint job, and notices a splash of color he hadnât seen when they first drove up. Spider lilies. Had those been there yesterday?
âHey Jazz,â he asks, pointing at the flowers, âwere the spider lilies there when we drove up yesterday? I didnât notice them.â Considering theyâre the only part of the shrine thatâs bright red, what with everything else being so faded, he definitely shouldâve noticed them.
âSpider lilies?â Jazz repeats, looking towards the gate. âOh. Those are red poppies, Danny. Iâll have to get you a book on plants, whenever we find out where the nearest library is⊠They were there, they just hadnât been in bloom when we arrived.â
Not being in bloom is a good enough reason for him to miss them, but⊠Danny is pretty certain those are spider lilies. He might not be great at plants, but even he knows that poppies are small and roundish, and those flowers are large and spindly.
Maybe heâll get Jazz a book on plants instead.
Whatever.
He stands up and stretches. âIâm gonna go for a walk. Be back soon, ok?â
Jazz sighs and also stands, brushing off her pants. âOk. Iâll do a little more cleaning, maybe try to convince mom and dad to get our beds set up for tonight. Be careful?â
âYeah yeah,â Danny replies, already heading towards the forest. âIâve got the charm you gave me, Iâll be fine!â
As he walks through the gate, he stops for a second to take a closer look at the flowers and determines that yep, theyâre definitely spider lilies. Heâll have to make fun of Jazz later, for thinking theyâre poppies⊠Maybe she needs glasses? But for now, he heads up the path. Itâs time to find out whatâs at the top of the mountain.
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Going Angst Week 2021: Family/Friends
Read: [1: Birth] [2: Instinct]
Continuation of the No One Knows AU plotline.
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Everything had changed since the accident. The biological differences were obvious. He glowed, his hair inverted, his eyes turned green, he had ectoplasm running through his veins, he was cold, he didnât need to breathe as much in human formâthe list went on.Â
But the psychological ones were easily more terrifying.
And nothing scared him more than the way his friends and family were treating him as of late.
He knew that deep down he would never be able to match the way he acted when he was fully human. But that didnât mean that his heart didnât skip a beat every time someone shot him a worried glance, every time someone asked if he was alright, every time he caught himself doing something wrong.Â
He wasnât human anymore. He wasnât even sure what he was now, and Vlad seemed to have too much fun emotionally torturing him to give him a straight answer.
âYou up for a movie tonight?â Tucker asked, leaning across Dannyâs desk.Â
âHell yeah,â Sam said. âMy house?â
âOh, you know me too well. What do you think, dude?â
Danny realized that both teens were looking to him for an answer.
He wanted to stay home. Hanging out with either of them meant there was a chance they would see him slip up, and he couldnât have that.
âSure.â He hoped his voice didnât sound too pained.
âPerfect!â Tucker clasped a hand down on his shoulder.
Danny tried not to duck away.
âSo weâll go to Samâs after dinner. I can bring snacks. Anything you want in particular?â
The thought of eating anything was nauseating. âNo. Iâm fine.â
âAlright, Iâll just bring the usual then.â
But Danny should have known that something was up. After all, it had been a while since theyâd done a movie night. And lately, Sam and Tucker had been acting...oddly.Â
Well, that was nothing new. Danny thought that as time went on, theyâd forgive him for being a bit jumpier than usual and everything would go back to normal.Â
Except, of course, it didnât.
The past few weeks had been especially hard. It seemed like they constantly had something to say, but never did. The worried glances had only increased, and the silent conversations seemed to only grow.
Danny had been trying his best to act normal, act human, but it seemed like the more he tried, the worse theyâd get.
So of course, in between the first movie and second, the elephant in the room finally stomped all over Dannyâs metaphorical floor.
âHey, Danny.â Sam glanced over at Tucker. A moment passed between the two before Sam nodded and turned back to Danny. âWe really need to talk to you.â
Dread pooled in his stomach. He knew exactly where this was going. âI can start the next movie if you want?â
âNo, Danny. Listen, can you just sit down for a second?â
His ghostly instincts were begging him to run, but his human side forced him to sit down.
âListen, we know that...well, Jazz told us about the lab accident.â
Danny could have sworn his heart stopped beating.
âShe said it was pretty serious? And she was surprised that you hadnât told us?â Sam fidgeted with her black rings. âWe didnât say anything to you because we wanted you to be the ones to confide in us.â
âThat and we didnât want you to get upset that we were talking to Jazz about you,â Tucker interjected.
âRight, and Jazz only told us because she was worried. And honestly? Weâre really worried too.â
Any oxygen left in Dannyâs body was sucked out of his throat like a vacuum.
Theyâd found out. They knew the truth, they knew he was a freak of nature half ghost and they were going to out him, they were going to tell his parents, theyâd tell the school counselor, and Danny would have no one and heâd have to run away to become Vladâs apprentice and heâd change, heâd be corrupted, he wouldnât make it out alive.
âIâm just wondering why you didnât say anything?â Sam asked, her violent eyes brimming with concern.
âIâŠâ Dannyâs mouth felt like it was lined with cotton. He tried to swallow, but it was like swallowing sand. âI didnât want you to worry is all.â
âYeah, and we get that,â Tucker said carefully. âBut, I mean, weâre your best friends. And dude, youâve been...wellâŠâ
At Tuckerâs helpless glance, Sam took over. âYou just have been acting really off lately.â
âSorry.â
âNo!â Sam nearly leapt out of her seat. âDanny, donât apologize. Itâs not your fault. I mean, hell, if I nearly died in a lab accident Iâd be acting off too. It just, you know, it explains a lot. It must have been really terrifying.â
Danny didnât trust himself to say anything.Â
How much of his personality had shifted because of Phantom, and how much had shifted because of the accident? Were his ghostly instincts really creeping up that much into his human form?Â
Would he ever be the same again?
Did they know?
âIs there anything you wanna talk about?â
âWeâre all ears, dude.â
He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he couldnât say a word. Not without outing himself as Phantom, and that was bound to backfire on him in the worst way possible.
Oh god, he was acting too suspicious. He needed to save this.
âIâm good.â
There was a beat of silence.
Sam leaned forward. âDanny...I donât mean to sound like Jazz, but bottling stuff up isnâtââ
âIâm fine!â Danny snapped. âI didnât say anything and Iâm sorry, but you know itâs not every day like youâre nearly electrocuted to death in your parentsâ ghost portal.â
âIs that what happened?â Samâs eyes grew wide. âOh my god, Danny.â
âHoly shit,â Tucker agreed.
Danny threw his arms out. âTa da! I survived, Iâm fine. Nothing to talk about.â
âDanny, Iââ
âNo.â His tone was final. âDrop it, seriously.â
Another beat of silence passed, and then Sam finally sighed. âFine, but Iâm telling you as your friend that if you ever need anything, weâre here for you.â
He wished he could have trusted those words. But he knew they were nothing more than a farce.
It would have been cruel to hold onto false hope.
Still, he tried to smile. âThanks.â
Even though he knew he hadnât fooled anyone.
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Maddieâs POV
Maddie watched her son from across the kitchen table, just as sheâd done every night for the past several weeks. Quietly, as inconspicuous as possible, always watching.
Ever since the lab accident, heâd beenâŠ.different. Jack hadnât noticed, but to Maddie the changes were far too obvious. The dropped spoons, the flash of green behind his eyes, his limbs losing visibility without him even noticing, their ecto-inventions that always seemed to go off around him.
One day, she even saw him walk through his bedroom door.
At first, she thought it was just a simple case of possession. But there were telltale signs of possession, oneâs that Jack, for all his enthusiasm, always failed to take into account.
Sure, Dannyâs eyes flashed green every so often, but most of the time they were blue. Human blue.
And then there was his personality. In cases of possession, the ghost would be completely controlling the body. But in Dannyâs case, he was still very obviously Danny. Still the sweet boy she always knew him to be, but he was just...different. Jumpier. Scared.
Like he knew he was living a lie.
And then, just a few weeks after Dannyâs run in with the portal, a new ghost appeared.Â
Of course, Maddie didnât make the connection at first. The ghost was obviously new, and didnât seem to have a grasp on its powers. Its fighting was laughable, its ectoblasts nearly always missed, and it seemed to constantly forget about its core powers.
Not to mention, its hair was white. Danny had black hair.
But then the ghost gave itself a name: Danny Phantom. And that was when Maddie decided to take a second look at it.
It was Dannyâs height and build, its voice sounded similar to Dannyâs, it seemed to know all of Dannyâs classmates, it used a Fenton thermos, it wore a hazmat suit that looked eerily similar to the ones in their basement closetânot to mention that Dannyâs hazmat suit had gone missing recently.
On its own, one small correlation didnât mean anything. But when the little similarities kept piling up, then Maddie had to draw some sort of conclusion.
Just what was the conclusion though?
The Danny across the table had gone to school like any other human child, heâd eaten his meals like anyone else, heâd hung out with his human friends, he talked with his human family. On paper, he seemed normal.
Human.
But his grades were in a downwards spiral, Jazz had expressed concern about him and his friends, heâd been breaking curfew, and there were times when sheâd peak into his room at night to find him gone.
He could have been just experiencing trauma from the accident. Maybe he was rebelling. There were so many explanations for his behavior that didnât involve ghosts.
But then heâd do something ghostly or a weapon would beep around him or Phantom would fly nearby, and her red flags would be raised once again.
Maddie learned long ago to trust her red flags.
The Danny across the table took a bite of his salad, and his face immediately scrunched up.
Maddie felt sick.
He swallowed, and Maddie could see his eyes watering. âIs there something wrong with the lettuce, Mom?âÂ
She feigned innocence. âHmm?â
âI donât know,â he prodded a carrot on his plate. âSomething just seems off.â
âTastes fine to me,â Maddie said. âI just bought this lettuce today. Jazz, is yours okay?â
âYeah,â she said.
Maddie suppressed a grin. She could always count on her âfacts and research onlyâ daughter.
âIt could be the dressing? I used a new brand tonight. Itâs healthier than the other stuff.âÂ
That, or it was the small amount of blood blossoms sheâd blended into the vinaigrette.Â
âMaybe.â
But it couldnât end here. She needed to know. She was a scientist, she had to see the experiment through.
âEat the rest of your salad, honey. Iâll buy the other brand tomorrow, okay?â
Danny carefully put another forkful of salad into his mouth. He gave a small wince, but swallowed.Â
âGood boy,â she said. âI have fudge in the fridge for when youâre done.â
âOh, fudge?â Jack exclaimed. He shoveled the rest of his salad into his mouth. With a mouth full of food, he said, âThanks, Mads! Youâre the best!â
âYouâre welcome sweetie!â
Jazz made a face. âGross, Dad.â
Jack laughed and bantered back at his daughter, but Maddie had already tuned out of the conversation. Her only focus was on Danny, whose face was now just too flushed to be healthy. Still, he forced himself to eat.
There was just no question. No doubt about it.
No matter how Maddie looked at it, this was proof enough.
Danny Fenton wasnât human. The portal hadnât nearly killed him, it probably did kill him. And now here he was, pretending to still be a part of the family while using Phantom to distract them from the fact that he was a ghost.
It was a truly elaborate ploy. And if Maddie was anyone else, his plans probably would have worked.
But she was Maddie Fenton. She had a PhD in ectobiology. Sheâd been researching ghosts for twenty years.
Dinner ended, and the children went upstairs to do homework. Although, if Maddie looked, she was sure Danny wouldnât actually be in his room. And if she went outside, like sheâd done in nights past, there was no doubt sheâd see Phantom soaring through the skies.
But she knew. She knew. She knew.
She slipped a white business card out of her jacket pocket, grabbed her cell off the counter, went into her bedroom, and dialed the number.Â
It rang once, then twice, then stopped. A deep voice sounded from the other line. âMaddie Fenton? I figured Iâd be hearing back from you. Have you made your decision?âÂ
âYes.â Her voice was mechanical, as if sheâd only called about a malfunctioning weapon. âI have. I agree to the partnership.â
âExcellent. And the terms are to your liking?â
âYes.â
âUnderstood. Weâll be in touch tomorrow to sign the official contract. Will your husband be involved in this, or are you working alone?â
Maddie closed her eyes. âThe contract will be for my name only.â
âAll right, then. Weâll talk tomorrow. You wonât regret this.âÂ
âI know.â
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For Phic Fight 2021, The Lord of Chaosâs prompt c:
Spectra fed off of misery; nocturne fed off of dreams. The elusive town cryptid that only shows up when people need saving gains a following and Danny finds that he gets a boost from the people who have faith in him, he starts to become aware of them, especially when they needed him.
The rest of the town seeing him as benevolent was a positive thing. The uncomfortable stabs that his âparents were rightâ about ghosts lessened as fewer and fewer treated him as a monster just as troublesome as Technus. He didnât need to tense when the news was on, to hear his attempts to help called a âsavage attackâ, or that stupid nickname. Heâd slept a bit easier, knowing that people did understand he only meant to help lately. Sure, Mom and Dad might still insist he was an evil ghost, but it was so much easier to ignore that when he didnât feel he was only one step away from proving them right to everyone else. Clumsy and reckless he could take. Just as long as he wasnât some âevil soul sucking abomination.â
Having Jazz a bit more in the loop had actually started to pay off. She wasnât as good at catching a ghost as Sam or Tucker, sure, but she wasnât hindering him anymore either. Honestly, if all three of them worked together, his powers werenât really needed unless something huge found its way to town. Which his friends had insisted he take advantage of at least once a week, to let them handle the usual patrols and alerts while he tried to catch up on work and sleep. Mostly sleep, to be honest. Focusing on work was almost impossible when his ghost sense went off, even if he knew they didnât need help. He wanted to go, he had to go; but they were very good at yelling at him for not âtrusting themâ to handle things. He really did need the break. Thatâs why he was feeling a little less haggard, a bit more alert. At least, thatâs what made the most sense.
Then the âlurchingâ started. He couldnât think of a better name then that. It wasnât like his ghost sense, that sort of just crawled out of him and didnât give him much to go on beyond âthereâs definitely a ghost aroundâ. That could go off and leave him rolling his eyes at the box ghost, or fighting for his life against Plasmius with the exact same feeling. The lurching was...different. Like his ghost sense forgot where his windpipe was and decided to escape in a random direction. Inssenantly. It didnât hurt, but it was annoying, worse than the pang that would pass when he ignored whatever got his ghost sense acting up. It just kept pulling in a direction, but refusing to get out from under his skin. Sometimes it would keep going for an entire class, which just made whatever the lurchâs chosen direction noticeably cold. He was pretty sure he was immune to frostbite nowadays, but that didnât make explaining things easier if someone spotted his hand looking almost blue from lack of blood flow.
Maybe his core was on the fritz again. Who knew what sort of weird things could happen to a human who spent half his time dead?
Tucker suggested that he was just getting ghost puberty to go with the âjoysâ of human puberty. Which sure, was funny and they could shove each other around and forget about it for a time. It didnât feel like the right answer. None of his other powers acted up, honestly he was feeling better after fights then he usually did lately. Less drained, anyway. It wasnât stopping either.
It just got worse. More intense. More frequent. Instead of vanishing the area the lurch decided to pull in seemed to grow the longer he tried to dismiss it. Noticeably. To the point even Dash asked if he should avoid punching him because âthat shit looks contagiousâ. (He privately hoped it was. Dash totally deserved weird pulling that made you frost over.)
He had to ignore it, he couldnât just drop everything every single time the lurch decided to show up. Heâd look completely off his rocker, running in some random direction because âmy shoulder feels cold to the north-westâ. If it was close enough to be a real danger, his ghost sense would just go off!
So Saturday was going to be a âlurch huntâ. No more ignoring it, no school or mandatory activities that should keep him from following the strange cold that felt desperate to go after something. Yet even deciding that made his insides squirm. He had to follow it, he should be- but that was dumb. He missed enough class as it was.
So why was it so hard to focus on anything else when it started going? Like nothing else mattered? It wasnât like he was drifting off or sleepy either.
Jazz said he was âfixatedâ on something.
But how do you fixate on some weird feeling under your skin? He didnât even know what it was! Just that Sam and Tucker kept needing to flick things at him to get him to pay attention to reality. One of his best rested weeks in ages, and he was worse off then heâd been focus wise in years. Stupid ghost powers. Saturday took far too long to come. Even when one of the lurches stopped pulling he couldnât relax. Instead of relief he just felt. Hollow. Heâd woken up in a panic, half expecting to be chained down in one of Vladâs sick laboratories, but he wasnât cut open. He wasnât even injured. Safe, in bed- and feeling like the cold ran off with his ribcage.
Something was wrong with him. That had to be it. Once they found the cause, heâd solve it and it would stop. It had to.
Following it shouldnât make him feel as relieved as it did. Taking his ghost form and flying after some...feeling that wanted to drag him somewhere was more like when Freakshowâs Staff dominated his mind than anything positive. A compulsion he couldnât help giving in to.
At least his ghost sense went off once heâd followed it long enough, finding one of Vladâs mutant ghost animals chasing someone through the streets.
Normal. A bit of one sided banter to get itâs attention, a few punches and ectoblasts and it was shoved away in the thermos. No more pulling, and one less ghost terrorizing town. That didnât make sense. Unless it really was just his ghost sense increasing in range while becoming infinitely more irritating?
Thatâs what it felt like, at first. Heâd follow, ghost sense, find the problem. Except there was something odd. Every ghost he found like this wasnât just wandering about, or making a mess. They were all actively chasing, stalking or attempting to scare someone. Okay, so it homed in on more âviolentâ ghosts then? That seemed possible.
Until one of the lurches kept pulling, but there was no ghost sense. The one that kept pulling him towards a man with his back against the wall, fumbling with a wallet. The man who wasnât being threatened by Skulker, or a vulture, or any of this typical fare. Just another human with a gun, and the will to use it.
This so wasnât his thing. He fought ghosts, they were half his fault to begin with. So why was his ghost sense leading him to this? Well. It hadnât. Lurching confirmed for not ghost sense?
Jazz would totally chew him out for tackling someone with a gun. He just had to forget to go intangible at a bad time, and heâd be all ghost. Or worse, go intangible and someone else got a body full of lead. He couldnât just...ignore it now that heâd seen it though. The chill that hummed below his skin wouldnât let him.
So the guy was a bit startled about getting pulled through a wall and dropped off the other side. Probably lost some change. Heâd expected a bit of fear, at least. Like come on, some ghost just grabs you while a gunâs in your face? Thatâs still scary.
Yet he didnât seem bothered. Just thankful. Called him a âheroâ. For being in the right place at the right time. By just happening to be there because...because he knew? Something in him knew. That was wrong, he shouldnât just know when people were in danger like that. He vanished without a word, not wanting to stick around and hear more. It was coincidence. Hopefully the guy wasnât too offended that he just bolted, but he couldnât stay there. He didnât like how the complement felt good in a way he couldnât describe. That the cold in his chest thrummed with a pleasure that made the rest of him feel ill. He wasnât a hero, he was just some kid. A kid who still wanted to have a life that wasnât all this, eventually.
He canât ignore at dinner that he picks at his meal, not from exhaustion but because heâs not hungry. Heâs still energized, heâs still full- and no amount of gagging over the sink makes his stomach empty. âGhosts helping humans only do so for their own endsâ. Heâd ignored and denied that, he hadnât been getting anything out of being the local ghost punching bag- so why was he now? Did he steal something? Feed on that person he saved?
He hated that his face didnât even have the sense to look pale at the idea. He looked healthy. Probably better than he usually did. Even the circles under his eyes werenât as noticeable. Were Mom and Dad right? Was he just...more of a ghost now?
Sam and Tucker donât buy his âcouldnât figure it outâ explanation. Mostly because he refuses to try it again with them along to help figure it out. Even as he grows cold and more lurching keeps gnawing at his attention. Heâs human too, he doesnât need...whatever this is.
Sam kindly tells him heâs being a gigantic idiot.
Heâs too distracted by the chill to notice. Tucker explains that after heâs blinking confused at the corn chips bouncing off his forehead. They laugh it off. Heâs pretty sure theyâre just being nice. They know somethingâs wrong, but he canât bring himself to tell them yet. They wait. For now.
He ignores the feeling. He tries to ignore the guilt, that he knows someone out there is in danger. That someone out there needs his help. That all he needs to do is walk out of class and he can go do some actual good. He canât go chasing after everyone in town. Things happen! Heâs just one person! The sooner the lurching in him figures that out, the better. It still ruins his focus, makes him grit his teeth and fidget in place. He wants to go, he doesnât want to go, he doesnât even know what he wants. For it to stop. That would work. The tugging stops halfway into his next class, the frost in his blood lifts. It leaves him empty. Starving.
Everything tastes bland. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Even his favourites barely seem worth the effort of snagging off a table. Heâll eat, he canât have Mom and Dad looking at him like Sam and Tucker are now, but it just feels heavy in his stomach. A brick heâs decided to try digesting for fun. Heâs hungry, ravenously so, but doesnât want anything.
He knows exactly what he wants and hates himself for it. Stupid ghost half. He doesnât need that, he doesnât want to be some...leech. Seeking out trouble just to benefit from it. Itâs wrong, he hates it, and if he could grab his core and slam it on the table for a few hours he would. Just until it remembered that they helped when they could. When it was close by, when it was a ghost problem. Not every bit of danger in town!
Misplaced aggression goes to the nearby ghosts. Which it often had, really. Itâs normal. Heâs just making sure people donât get hurt, ignoring the humming of MINE coiled in his ectoplasm. The other ghosts feel it. They hear it when he hunts them down and wants to keep swinging even when they put claws or hands up in surrender. He doesnât trust himself to banter with them right now. He doesnât want to hear the words his ghost side wants to say. He shoves them back into the Ghost Zone, and the smarter ones stay away. A stronger ghost is already feeding here. Thereâs nothing for them to take.
Heâs running on autopilot. Days are meaningless. He canât focus in class, his notes are nonexistent and his patience is beyond frayed. He canât sleep, the cold is too much, the emptiness hurts and fewer ghosts show up. He canât even blow off steam by kicking the Box Ghost through a wall. He wonât follow it, and heâs fairly sure itâs going to kill him. That or his parents will. Even they have to notice how he barely eats and wonât focus on anything short of a horn section in his face.
Sam and Tucker sit him down. Force the issue. They know heâs a mess. They donât have answers. How could they? His choices are to starve this ghost instinct out, or to just give into it and completely ruin his human life. Heâll be fine. Itâll stop eventually if he keeps ignoring it. Then heâll be able to focus again. Itâs all he can cling to.
Heâs stubbornly ignoring the prickling awareness of other thoughts. Ones not from his brain. Ones that get louder when the lurch grips him, that practically overwhelm his own as fear and panic grows. Maybe heâs just gone a little off the deep end. He doesnât hear voices. He refuses.
Jazz has her concerns. That he canât ignore it. She knows more about Mom and Dadâs research, more about classifications of ghosts. She tries to be gentle, nudging him to be aware that stronger ghosts were more...like a concept then an individual.
He doesnât want to be some sort of ghost concept of problem solving. Sheâs worried he wonât have that choice. Some part of him already knows sheâs right.
He seeks out Valerie. For help. Sheâs confused, baffled and suspicious. After all this time he spent convincing her heâs not evil, heâs begging her to call him that. To convince other people he is. To make them fear him and his help. He doesnât want to be a hero like she is. He just wants to be himself, doesnât want to hear the people begging for help when heâs trying to sleep.
She doesnât understand, but understands one thing. Heâll feed on those who rely on them. She has to stop that, doesnât she?
They fight, and often. He does poorly, lets her save people while his misfires cause damage and chaos. It makes him want to scream each time. Some of the thoughts and voices dim. Not enough. Too many are understanding, too many can see the regret and pain that wrack him with each failure. Heâs always hungry. He wants to try again, but everything in him rebels against it. The ghost hunter avoids him. Itâs ânot a fair fightâ. Heâs ânot himselfâ. His green eyes are more dead then they ever have been. He canât maintain his legs.
As a human, all he wants to do is sleep.
Mom and Dad notice. He collapses and his eyes flare green when they try to help him. Just automatically sensing them as danger, against him, not someone that calls for him. They think heâs possessed, and he wishes they were right.
He half considers not telling them the truth. Let them think of a way to let his ghost half quiet down, to stop hungering for validation he doesnât want.
Jazz tells them before they can do much of anything. Pinches his ear for being stupid- that getting experimented on wonât help him.
Their hugs make him feel bad. This should be a good moment, a time where he feels safe and accepted. But his mind is not his own, not with the others whispering in his skull. Their warmth and love feels like a drop in the empty barrel of his hunger.
They want him to be healthy. They want him to be happy. He canât be happy if he needs to abandon his life to be healthy. He tries to explain it, the emptiness, the voices (Jazz cuffs him again for hiding this, which seems fair.) and they promise to try and figure out why, maybe find a way to limit it or separate himself from whatever connection his ghost half seems to have made with the town. Until then- they encourage him. To go âhelpâ people. To feed the clawing cold taking over his existence. Heâs not sure if they really mean it. It doesnât stop him from listening.
Itâs hard to feel guilty when it feels so good. To have the fear quiet and be replaced with thanks. Someoneâs out of danger and happy, and he feels less hollow for a time. Mom and Dad switch him to home school. They say itâs a better fit, to be able to stop and start based on when heâs not being dragged away by his own instinctive need to protect people.
It feels like giving up. Admitting heâs too much of a freak to live like everyone else. Dad tries to compare it to his special classes when he was young. Different to fit his learning style, not failing. The pulls and voices arenât nearly as distracting when heâs full. Food actually tastes like more than sand again. Sam and Tucker donât need to try as hard to smile now that he isnât looking like death warmed over. He doesnât like not getting to see them as often. He canât deny he feels better this way, and can actually pay attention now. Even if most of the time he just wants to nap when the hunger stops. Go âback into hidingâ as the town thinks he does.
Itâs getting better. Slowly. Not in a way he wanted it to. Better nonetheless.
#Danny Phantom#phic fight 2021#Team Ghost#how to mangle a prompt in 3k words#it's a really neat idea tho!#angst train choo choo
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Leo's ABCs
A/N: Hi I hope youâre happy to see me around -Danny
Request: Y'all I need more Leo x reader in my life! Idea: Leo knows mores code. Reader catches him tapping out cute little messages and taps back. Weird lil conversations ensue. I just really need some fire-boy fluff rn // Anything sweet with Leo qwq there's not much with him
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Words: 1,380
Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Leo would be happy just watching you do your thing, or if itâs you the one who has free time, he would let you hang at the workshop and heâd ramble about his new projectsâ If both of you have some time to spare, you usually just watch movies and cuddle
Beauty - What do they admire of their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
He loves the way you love. The way you treat your friends and family and how you express your feelings, he thinks itâs unique.
Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Leo is an expert at rambling, heâll talk for hours and hours if you need a distraction, if you need a break from life heâll take you to one of his hiding spots and will let you stay there just chilling, maybe brushing your hair gently while you breath in and put your thoughts in order.
Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Honestly, he still has a bit of trouble picturing a future, but not because he doesnât want you in it! Itâs just demigod life, you know? He prefers living in the present, and either way, time goes by so fast when youâre having funâŠ
Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
I think it depends on the day. If Leoâs too distracted with a project to eat or to make plans with you, youâll take the lead. But itâs usually a shared thing, he loves planning your outings and dates and you love making proper schedules so you can attend your duties and still have enough time to hang out together. Itâs about equals <3
Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Leo is the kind of person to walk away when he knows heâs wrong and that pisses you off, but he comes around eventually and apologizes properly. When itâs you the one who messed up, he really isnât good keeping score about that stuff, his brain is always running so he usually forgets about your fights and treats you like nothing happened. You apologize anyway, even if he tells you itâs no big deal.
Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Leo is grateful even for the things he shouldnât be lmaoo He just feels like having you in his life is enough to thank you every day.
Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
Sometimes he has a hard time talking about his bad feelings on the spot, but he eventually gathers the courage to talk to you about it. You have to be patient though, sometimes he wonât mention it until itâs been a month or so.
Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
LEO KNOWS HIS VALUE!! HE KNOWS HEâS WORTHY OF LOVE!! AND YOU DID THAT!
Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Would love to say no, but he definitely gets jelous. Heâs the pouty type tho, wonât yell at you or treat the other person rudely, he just sits there and grumbles under his breath until you smoother him with kisses.
Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
He could NOT believe someone actually wanted to kiss him. Him??? on the lips??
Every time you guys kiss his brain goes !!!!!
Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
I think he either blurts it out while being sleep deprived, or itâs you the one who takes the first step. But boi does he love to flirtâŠ
Memory- (Whatâs their favourite memory together?)
Probably the first time you guys ever talked for more than two minutes. It was like sparks were flying, the chemistry was just THAT good.
Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
Probably just your name in general, bc itâs his s/o name! I also think âMi vidaâ bc heâs that kind of guy, also sunshine bc I strongly he just likes the word
On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Heâs such a lovesick fool, a stranger on the street could tell heâs in love. A very touchy fella, he needs to TOUCH to know itâs real (not in a icky way, just like, hand holding or stuff like that)
PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
He just found the love of his life and you expect him to be quiet about it? PLEASE
Quirk - Some random ability they have thatâs beneficial in a relationship.
Heâs really good at solving problems on the spot, once again his brain is always going fast af, you never have to worry about a mishap when heâs around. Also morse code, he taught you how to use it and now heâs always saying âI love youâ to you all day
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Heâs so creative in the weirdest ways, and you love it. It makes the relationship extra interesting. Again, bc heâs a lovesick dork, heâs also a hopeless romantic. He would give you the moon if he could.
Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Mr Valdez is known in every single one of your clubs and teams bc heâs that loud dude thatâs always shouting stuff about how cool you are even when youâre just standing there.
Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Heâs a sucker for routines. After moving around all his life he just loves to know thereâs a place he can just sit and enjoy stuff, he gets his excitement whenever he starts a new project and honestly thatâs good enough, he doesnât need another life-changing quest when heâs got you. Heâll never get tired of what you guys have
Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Leo knows your entire schedule by heart at this point. Whenever you cry he hugs you tight against him bc he doesnât want you to see heâs crying too. He really feels every single one of your defeats and wins as if they were his own.
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is itâs worth in comparison to other things in their life?
YOU. ARE. HIS. LIFE. Sometimes the thought scares you, having someone who depends on you can be draining, but Leo has never put you on a tough spot, he loves you more than he loves himself but heâs considerate with your feelings to the point that heâll give you space if you ask for it. All he wants is your happiness.
Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
When heâs especially happy he will snuggle his face on your hair and hug you close. Youâre like his real-life teddy bear.
XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
YES.
Yearning - How will they cope when theyâre missing their partner?
Poor puppy, he tries his best to hide it when heâs with others, he laughs and continues to be the life of the party, but he usually calls you by iris message every morning so he can see your face, the reunions are always worth it.
Zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
Ride or die, this bastard would die for you more than once and then come back just to die again. I hate him.
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#Danny's writing#valentines 2021#valentines day#pjo fanfic#hoo imagine#Leo Valdez#leo valdez x reader#fluff alphabet
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Intervention
Prize for @reblogthegods! This is a no one knows AU!
Enjoy!
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Danny touched down behind the school and leaned against the wall, one hand firmly over the gash in his hip.  He blinked at it, feeling bleary.  It wasnât bleeding, exactly, ectoplasm was too viscous for that, and it tended to gel quickly, but⊠ Yeah. It didnât feel good either, and it had been oozing before. Â
He should get it cleaned out and put a bandage on it. Â Fast. Before he missed even more classes.
Also, what would happen when he changed back to human? Â Like, when he changed back, his wounds were usually less bad, but they were never completely gone, and he usually didnât get anything quite this deep. Â Or long. Â
Mostly he just got bruises. Â Or scratches. Â One time he thought heâd broken a couple of fingers. Â Which had motivated him to learn how to punch properly, but, well. Yeah. Â
Cuts like this were new and terrifying territory. Why did that ghost have a sword?
Maybe he should just try and stay a ghost for as long as possible? Â Would he heal faster like that? Â He didnât know. Â
Between keeping everything secret from everyone, protecting everyone, and trying to live his life to whatever extent âliveâ and âlifeâ still applied to him, he hadnât any time to test the- the limitations of- of whatever he was now. Â Maybe he could have made time, but he hated this so much. Â
He just-
He just-
(He wanted to be a normal person in a normal town with a normal family.)
He took a deep breath, and trued not to notice how it didnât make him feel refreshed, or that he hadnât been breathing since he sat down against the wall. Â
Right. Â First aid.
And he still had classes. Â
Slowly, he reached into the wall and pulled out the kit he had hidden there. Â
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He slouched into sixth period, avoiding Sam and Tuckerâs eyes. Â No one else really paid him any mind, although the teacher frowned at him. Â It was still passing, though, and he didnât get called up or told to go to the office. Â So. Â A win.
It didnât feel like a win. Â It felt like pain. Â
Sam leaned forward. Â âWhere were you?â she hissed, through her teeth. Â âYou missed fifth period completely.â
Danny shrugged and regretted it instantly. Â
It hurt. Â
Tucker huffed and turned away. Â âIf youâre going to skip class,â he said, âyou could at least tell us what youâre doing.â
âIâm justââ started Danny. Â âIâm not doing anything.â
âDonât lie to us, Danny. Â Weââ Â She bit down on her lip. Â âWe are still friends, right?â
âOf course we are!â
Sam looked dubious. Â Tucker, for all his staring as he came into the classroom, wouldnât meet his eye. Â
Then the teacher started class. Â
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âIt has to be drugs,â said Sam to Tucker, sitting on the steps in front of the school. Â âI donât know how Danny could be that stupid, but itâs the only explanation.â
âMaybe the hospital gave him painkillers back in August and he couldnât get off of them?â suggested Tucker.  âI think that happened to one of my aunts⊠ She got better, though.â
âMaybe,â said Sam. Â Her face twisted up. Â âBut how is he paying for them? Â Like, he doesnât have an allowance.â
âUnderground fighting ring?â
âYouâre kidding, right?â
âSomeoneâs beating him up,â said Tucker, âand it isnât Dash.â
âDealer?â
Tucker shrugged, scowling at his PDA. Â âI hate this,â he said. Â âI hate â Why wonât he talk to us, Sam? Â It isnât like weâd throw him under the bus or rat him out. He knows that.â
âHe should know that,â corrected Sam. âAnd Iâm so mad at him, butâŠâ She trailed off, staring down at the weathered concrete of the steps. Â
âYeah,â agreed Tucker. Â âDo you think we should tell Jazz?â
âHeck, no,â said Sam, immediately. Â âWhat is that going to do? Â We need, like, an intervention or something.â
âDonât you need someoneâs whole family for something like that?â
âIâm going to intervene right in the face of whoever is selling Danny drugs.â
âAh, the violence route,â said Tucker. Â âHow did we get here so quickly?â
âShut up,â said Sam. Â âAnything else we do is just going to get Danny in trouble, and Iâm not doing that. Â Even if heâs being a garbage friend right now.â
âYeahâŠâ said Tucker.  âSo how are we doing this?â
âWe?â
âI may not be the best friend in the whole wide world, but even crappy friends donât let each other beat up drug dealers in alleyways on their own, even if they do have five years of self-defense classes under their belts. Â What if this guy has a gun? Â What if thereâs more than one?â
Sam buried her head in her hands. Â âFrick,â she said, very softly. Â
âWould this count as vigilantism, by the way? Thatâs illegal, right?â
âFrick,â repeated Sam, more passionately. Â
âIs this going to be our superhero origin story?â asked Tucker, turning his eyes skyward and making his voice waver dramatically.
âDonât even joke about that. Â The only superhero we know of is dead.â
Tucker turned to look up at Sam.  âI still canât believe you believe that.  Something weird is going on, but⊠ghosts?  That sounds more like Dannyâs parents than anything acquainted with reality.â
âYouâd believe it, too, if you were there,â muttered Sam. Â âIf youââ Â She shook herself. Â âWhatever. You, me, tomorrow?â
âIf I knew what you were asking me to do, Iâd probably say yes.â
âFollowing Danny, duh.â
âSure, but⊠Joking about punching drug dealers or whoever is beating Danny up aside, we should probably treat this as just recon. Because I donât want to get shot by some crackhead in an alley.  Like, if I did become a ghost, my parents would kill me.â
âNot if the Fentons got you first.â
âAw, Sam. Â You wouldnât let them hurt your bestest undead friend, now would you?â
âBest undead friend? Â No. Â You? Yes.â
Tucker snorted, choked, and started wheezing. Â
âAnyway, Iâm not getting into a fight with you anywhere near me. Â If you didnât take yourself out, youâd take me out.â
âDonât say it.â
âBad luck Tuck.â
âUgh, you said it.â
Both of them sighed, staring across the street without really seeing anything. Â
âTomorrow, then,â said Sam, feeling vaguely relieved.
âTomorrow,â agreed Tucker.
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Whatever had decided to crawl out of the woodwork to torment Danny today hovered on the edge of his awareness, making him shiver intermittently as he played the most aggravating game of âhot and coldâ in the world. Â Where was it? Â Heâd lost track of it after he chased it away from Mr. Quigley, the janitor. Â
His breath came out blue, briefly, and green flashed in the corner of his eye before something checked him against the shoulder. Â He stumbled, biting back curses (he was a superhero, now, technically, and he needed to be a good role model), and gripping his hip. Â The cut from yesterday had healed a lot, but not completely. Â
But- He knew the ghost was close, now.  Close and fast.  Heâd been trying to save his energy by tracking the ghost down as human, but now⊠ He felt himself smile. Â
It was not a particularly nice smile. Â It was full of all the stress and nonsense heâd had to put up with since August. Â
He was going to beat this little interloper into the ground, teach it better than to haunt his town, hurt his people and get away with it.
Bright white light swept over him, and he jumped into the air. Â
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âHolyââ
âNo,â said Tucker. Â âWe did not just see that. Â I refuse.â
âThat wasââ Sam made a large sweeping upwards motion. âHe just flew off! Â What the heck kind of drugs do that? Â This isâThis isâI donât even know how to say it!â Â She kicked a nearby garbage can and then sunk down into a crouch. Â
(Even in this state of mind, she was not kneeling on the ground here. Â It was gross.)
âWe didnâtâItâs got to be something his parents made. Â Like Fenton Ghost Steroids or something,â said Tucker, who was shaking.
âHis parents,â said Sam. Â âHis parents. Â Theyâve been shooting at him, Tucker.â
âI mean⊠ Yeah.  I guess so. But we didnât⊠ Sam,â he croaked.  âDid Danny die and not tell us?â
âNo. Â No. Just, no. Â No way. Â HeâYou were right, earlier. Â It has to be ghost steroids or something, and his parents donât know, so that means we still have to beat up his dealer, but theyâre probably a ghost, how do we beat up a ghost?â
âWe could ask Dannyâs parents?â
âGod, no!â Â She shook her head violently. Â âDid you miss the part where theyâre shooting at him?â
Tucker shrugged, defensively. Â âWell, who else could teach us how to fight ghost drug dealers?â Â He pushed his glasses up his nose and stared up at the sky. Â âMaybe itâs not drugs, though? Â Like, in retrospect, if it isnât painkillers, I canât really see Danny taking drugs. Â Even ghost drugs that give you superpowers.â
âI hate all the words that just came out of your mouth. Â I must be having a psychotic break.â
âHey, wait, thatâs my line. Â Iâm the one in denial. Â Give it back.â
âFind your own denial.â
âWe canât both be in denial. Â Someone needs to drive this car.â
âDrive you right off a cliff, thatâs what Iâll do. And Iâm going to kill Danny for not telling us about whatever this is.â Â Samâs gestures grew progressively more violent.
âI donât think you can kill a ghost. Â Theyâre alreadyââ
âDonât you dare finish that sentence.â Â
Tucker held up his hands in surrender. Â âDo you think we should wait for him to come back?â
âHe probably wonât,â said Sam.  âI mean⊠he can⊠fly⊠apparently.â
âYeah. Â Canât believe he had his superhero origin story without us.â
âThis isnât a joke, Tucker,â snapped Sam. Â
âWell, Iâm sorry I have a coping mechanism, okay?â Tucker sighed. Â âShould we go back to class?â
âI guess,â said Sam, kicking at the ground. âWeâre jumping Danny at the first opportunity, though.â
âDuh,â said Tucker. Â
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Danny limped into seventh period, drained, and flinched away from Sam and Tuckerâs glares. Â He felt sick.
There wasnât anything he could do about the ghost attacks except try to finish them faster, but heâd been a terrible friend lately. They probably were starting to hate him. They were going to leave him. Â He could tell. Â He couldnât even blame them. Â
If he told themâ
No. Â
Theyâd be in danger. Â
Danger from what, at this point, wasnât clear, because even if they knew, Danny wasnât going to let them near any ghost fights, but danger was definitely involved. Â A lot of it. Â
But if they stopped being friends with himâŠ
The cold thing that had taken up residence in his chest cringed, and he stumbled. Â Dash laughed, made an inane comment about his coordination, and lobbed a ball of paper at the back of Dannyâs head. Â Danny barely noticed.
He didnât want that. Â He needed his friends. Â
Sam and Tucker were having some kind of conversation with only their facial expressions by the time Danny sat down, effectively ignoring him. Â Now the little ball of cold in his chest felt crushed. Â
(Just barely, he resisted the urge to check his pulse. Â Whatever had been added to him, he still had that.)
(He was still alive.)
Sam and Tucker were very studiously not looking at him. Â
He sank lower in his chair. Â
It hurt. Â
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As soon as they were able to, Sam and Tucker dragged Danny into a secluded nook formed by the intersection of two of the schoolâs exterior walls and shaded by a large bush. Â It was unlikely that anyone would bother them there. Â
Danny looked surprised, apprehensive, and oddly pleased at the same time. Â
âUh,â he said, very eloquently. Â
He probably intended to say more than that, of course, but Sam didnât give him the chance. Â
âWe followed you when you skipped today,â she said.
Immediately, all the blood in his face drained away, leaving him bone pale. Â âWhat?â
âIn our defense,â said Tucker, âwe thought you were meeting a drug dealer. Â Or going to fight in an underground club.â
âNo, we didnât,â said Sam. Â âWell, we did with the drug dealer, but not the underground fighting ring. Â Thatâs stupid. Â Drugs make so much more sense.â
âYou think Iâm on drugs?â wailed Danny. Â
âThought,â emphasized Tucker. Â âPast tense.â
âThatâs not any better!â
âAu contraire! Â Now we think youâre on ghost drugs!â
âI am not on ghost drugs!â hissed Danny. âWhere would I even get ghost drugs?â
âYour parents?â suggested Sam. Â
âWhy would my parents have ghost drugs?â
âTo drug ghosts with? I donât know, man, your parents are weird.â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âWhy would ghost drugs evenâWait. Â How much did you even see?â asked Danny, squinting suspiciously. Â âDid you actually see anything, or are you just trying to get me to say something?â
âTo be fair, we are trying to get you to say something.â
âWe saw you turn into the ghost boy and fly off after a ghost,â said Sam, sharply. Â
âOh. Â Heck.â Â Danny leaned against the wall. Â âYou did see something, then.â
âYeah, and we want to know, if it isnât ghost drugs, how? Â And why?â asked Sam. Â âAnd why didnât you tell us?â
âI just, um. Â I didnâtâThis is justâIâm freaked out, okay? Â This is really freaking weird, and IâYouâre not going to tell my parents, are you?â
âIf youâre getting high off of ghost drugs,â said Tucker, âthen, yeah, maybe. Â Donât think we havenât noticed you looking like hell. Â Thereâs got to be a bunch of side effects from ghost drugs.â
âOh my gosh, Tucker, Iâm not on ghost drugs. Â There are no ghost drugs, and, considering everything, Iâd really prefer it if you didnât give my parents the idea of ghost drugs because thatâs the absolute last thing I need.â
Danny finished the sentence in a rush and now he was breathing too much, which was just great, because apparently that was a thing that could happen to him, now.  Going from maybe not needing to breathe to breathing too much⊠ He was really having doubts about his humanity right now, and his friends were mad at him because they thought he was on ghost drugs.  Ghost drugs. Â
âIâm not on ghost drugs,â he said, perfectly calm.
âAre youâDude, I think youâre hyperventilating.â
Okay. Â Maybe not perfectly calm. Â He slid the rest of the way down the wall to the ground, which, wow, was a thing he was doing a lot, lately. Â
âDanny?â asked Sam, hesitant.
âIâm fine,â he said. Â âMostly. Â Just. Give me a minute, okay?â
They gave him a minute. The minute spiraled into five. Then ten. Â Which was a really long time to spend in anxious, awkward silence.
âOkay,â said Danny. Â âSo. Â Uh. Â Accident. Â In the lab. With the stupid ghost portal. Â It kind of messed me up a bit. Â Like. Â And then Iâve been able to, uh, turn into a ghost. Â Since then.â
âYou can just⊠turn into a ghost?â ventured Sam. Â
âYeah.â
âJust, like, whenever?â
âYeah.  Pretty much.  At the beginning I couldnât control it at all, which was pretty, um⊠ Yeah.  And I canât when Iâm too tired.â
âSo, you can die on command?â
âIâm not dead!â snapped Danny.
Tucker took a step back, hitting the bush.  âSorry. Iâm just trying to wrap my head around this whole⊠thingâ
âYeah,â agreed Sam. Â âI mean, youâre breathing and everything. That means youâre alive. Â Youâre not dead.â
âIâm not dead,â repeated Danny. Â âIâve just got, like, ghost powers, or something.â
âYeah. Â That makes sense. Â Because you canât be dead and alive at the same time.â Â Sam laughed. Â It sounded more than a little forced. Â âThat would beâThatâs impossible! Â Right?â
âRight.â Â Danny took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Â He was alive. Â Sam agreed. Â
âAnd, uh, thanks,â said Sam.
Danny looked up, surprised. âWhat?â
âFor saving me from that ghost,â explained Sam. Â
âOh.â Â He blinked. Â âYouâre welcome? Â It reallyâI mean, of course I saved you. Â Youâre my friend.â
Tucker leaned in. Â âI think Sam has a crush on ghost you.â
âTucker, if I kill you, theyâll never find the body,â said Sam.
âNo murder, please,â said Danny. Â He sniffed. âAre weâAre we okay, now?â
âNo,â said Sam. Â She poked him in the head. Â âI still donât get why you didnât tell us. Â And you have to tell us everything. Â And let us help you. Â Because you really do look like youâre on drugs. Â Thatâs how crappy you look.â
âYou canât,â protested Danny, alarmed. Â âIâve got, you know, but you-!â Â
âI donât think she means actively fighting the ghosts, dude.â
âThe hell I donât.â
âOkay, maybe Sam wants to actively fight the undead, or whatever, but you need people to cover for you, at least.  Your skipping out of class thing is⊠not subtle.  Why do you do that, anyway?  Why not go after the ghosts when it isnât school time?â
âI donât really have a choice,â mumbled Danny.  âI can feel them, and itâs like, I donât knowâŠâ  He looked up.  âCan we⊠talk about this somewhere else?  I donât want to do this in the open.â
âCrud. Â Yeah,â said Tucker. Â âNo superhero stuff where normal people can hear it. Â Come on, we can camp out in my attic or something.â
âAre there even normal people in Amity Park?â asked Danny, pushing himself off the ground. Â
âI donâtâOh my god, Danny, what is that?â
âWhat is-? Â Oh. Â Yeah. So. Â Ghosts are not gentle. Â And some of them have swords.â
âYou got stabbed?â wheezed Tucker, his voice squeaking. Â âBy a ghost?â
âMore like slashed, butâŠâ Danny raised his hands helplessly. âYeah.â  He rubbed one of his eyes.  He was exhausted. Â
âAre you⊠okay?â
Danny laughed. Â âNo. Â No, I am not. Can we go, now? Â Please?â
âIâm saying this as someone who hates hospitals, but you should get that looked at. Â Really.â
âIâm ninety percent sure I have ectoplasm in my blood, so Iâm going to take a hard pass on that one.â
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âOuch!â said Danny. His most recent fight with a ghost had been violent, and heâd yet again come away with injuries Sam and Tucker deemed âserious.â Â âAre you sure youâre doing this right?â
âLook, Mr. No-Hospital, I had to learn first-aid from YouTube. Â And Iâve only had a week to learn, because you didnât tell us you decided to take up the family business.â
âStill more than what he did for himself,â said Tucker, peering over the back of Samâs sofa. Â âItâs just butterfly clips, anyway. Â Not stitches.â
âHeh, butterfly clips,â said Danny. Â âMakes me think ofâOuch!âbarrettes.â
âBerets?â asked Tucker, adjusting his hat.
âBarrettes. Â Hair barrettes. Â Like, you know, the one Star wears all the time. Â With the flower.â
âOh. Â Yeah. Â No, I get what you mean. Â But, yeah, youâre right about Dannyâs medical skills. Â Or should I say, the lack thereof.â
âGuys, Iâm injured. Can you give it a rest?â
âHm. Â As you let yourself walk around with a mostly untreated stab wound, no.â
âIt was more of a slash,â protested Danny. Â Again. âA cut. Â Not a stab.â
âKeep telling yourself that,â said Sam. Â âAnyway, Iâm done. Â And youâre lucky whateverâs going on with your body keeps you from getting infections. I had to pick so much gravel out of your back it isnât even funny.â
âAre we sure he canât get infections?â mused Tucker. Â âHe could just be really lucky.â
âIn no universe am I lucky,â groaned Danny. Â âYouâd think the freak lab accident would have shown you that.â Â Danny sat up and stretched before pulling his shirt back on.
âSpeaking of,â said Sam. âAre you ever going to tell us what actually happened?  You said it had to do with your parentsâ portal, butâŠâ
Danny had frozen.  âIâŠâ he said, softly, not looking at either of them. âI will.  Itâs just⊠not yet.  Iâm not⊠ Just not yet.â
âItâs cool, man,â said Tucker. Â âTake your time. Â Weâll be there when youâre ready.â
Danny smiled. Â âThanks.â
#danny phantom#prize#winner#danny is a mess when you remove his support network#fic#drugs?????#GHOST drugs????#jk no drugs here guys
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Not gonna lie, love the idea of Match being taught sign language by library volunteers during slow days! Danny would also try to learn too so they could better communicate with each other in public without being looked at too weirdly (because you know, speaking in a language made from grunts, chirps, etc) and I could even seeing a few people cooing over him because he's that determined to learn for his brother! Also because he's cute, and able to sit still for so long.
Young Justice when seeing sick Danny: Panik
Match when he comes back with food and can't hear his brother's heartbeat: Major panik
Feel like Match would be searching all over the place for Danny even though he already knows that Danny is gone but his hearing might just be wonky so there might be a small chance that Danny was still there.
When he doesn't find Danny, he searches around the immediate area, finds nothing.
Match knows he's supposed to be hiding in the shadows to avoid the lab people his brother is so afraid of and yea, he doesn't want to go back to unawareness either. But he can't find Danny, he's panicking, he's also very, very angry at whoever took Danny and both fearful at the same time.
So.
When he sees someone flying -Superman, the information in his mind supplied- and sees that S symbol with no Danny there to distract him or lead him away from it and just angry.
He crashes him head on and starts to fight with the reason he was made in the first place.
Meanwhile, the Young Justice team is kinda freaking out because they currently have a sick baby that, yea, they're treating but also because his big brother what do they do about him-
Okay so, maybe kidnapping wasn't the best idea, but the kid genuinely looked so miserable that they just had to help. also adding onto the fact, he was one of two cryptids they were hunting down. They do tease Connor a bit about how the kid clung onto him on the way back and is still kinda holding on to him.
Tim questioned if that was a Kryptonian thing.
Connor didn't know the answer to that question.
And then Bart said that there was something they should really, really look at and. Oh holy shit.
The older cryptid was fighting Superman. He was losing, yea, but he also seemed to be getting stronger and faster under the sun because kryptonian and was fighting like an actual animal. Which meant he actually managed to get a few surprise attacks in on Superman, despite how simple his fighting style was.
And then he pulled out the goddamn heat vision.
Hm. Well. That's not good.
So, they may have fucked up. Just a teeny, tiny bit.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, this has quite obviously attracted Luthor's attention and he goes: Oh yes, the clone I lost is fighting Superman, how great.
He's honestly surprised it took this long for the clone to make the news or, at the very least, to be known to the wider public through video. The thing was, unfortunately, quite feral and thus uncontrollable and Lex lost most of his interest in it after that. It being stolen was a non-issue, no one could get through to the thing and he could always reclaim it if he wanted to.
Or at least, that's what he thought.
For it to be capable of hiding itself for so, so long and not immediately cause a ruckus means that there was a way to control it. Which is something that he was very, very interested in, from the method to how it was found in the first place.
Which led his thoughts back to the other clone that went missing.
It was a failure, plain and simple. It was developed after their first attempt at a pure Kryptonian and took quite a bit of resources to get the required genetic material needed for it. But alas, it was unfortunate that it was no better- in fact, even worse than the first attempt.
Not only was it in the body of a mere toddler, the furthest they could push it without destabilizing it. It also was utterly immobile and unresponsive, even when they planted things in its brain, it did nothing. It was so unresponsive that, even though it had the blood of a goddess running through its body, they didn't use many resources to contain it.
After all, what was the use to contain something that wouldn't move, wouldn't respond and seemingly couldn't think?
He tapped his finger against his desk, staring the video in front of him down.
Perhaps, he was wrong.
There was something that could control the first of their first attempt and, seeing as there was no report of anyone getting in but rather out Lex Luthor had reason to believe that the key would be none-other than the unresponsive, no, previously unresponsive little clone he disregarded.
Perhaps the divine blood running through its veins gave it the ability to command its 'siblings'?
No matter, he would have many a chance to test that theory when he gets them back.
Danny has been reincarnated.
Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.
It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?
His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-
Anyways.
He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.
He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.
Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.
Whatever.
So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.
He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.
He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!
'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.
Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!
He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.
Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.
He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#long post#de-aged danny#Match (dc)#clone danny#Danny is kinda the only reason they hadn't encountered Superman yet#Sticking to the shadows and all#Also luck was another reason#The consequences of YJ taking Danny is that Match no longer has someone to stop him from trying to tear apart Superman's symbol#Which leads to Superman and him fighting because he's the main one wearing it#Which THEN leads to Lex Luthor noticing this and thinking back on his clones#And thinking on his clones leads him to realizing that Match COULD be controlled and that the disregarded clone of Superman an Wonder Woman#Could be the reason why or at least knew how#Which would FURTHER lead him to wanting to get back so he could use Danny to control Match and get a 'Superman' entirely under his control#Such a seemingly small thing truly snowballed hasn't it?#The librarians and volunteers are in for a shock when they see this though#Not to mention Superman himself because there was a Kryptonian in his city without him noticing#TWO apparently when he finally subdues Match and later gets filled in by the Young Justice team#Superman is technically the father of three kids now#A pure kryptonian and two half-kryptonians#Depends on you how he reacts really#Diana would definitely be filled in on this regarding the fact one of them was made from her blood#Mayhaps Superman would react to Danny a bit better than Conner#Because Danny looks miserable -cause sick- and he's so TINY that it might slip past Superman's discomfort regarding the fact people were#Made to kill or replace him#And the implications of fatherhood as well#ANYWAYS I'LL STOP TAGGING NOW
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Danny and Amadeus HC
Anonymous said: Amadeus and Danny friendship hcs?
A/N: Istg this anon knows the way to my heart. For those of you who are new, I think that Danny and Amadeus would make the perfect brosome but no one ever fulfilled my fantasy in the show so now I have to do it myself
Danny and Amadeus are brothers more than friends
Danny is like the older brother Amadeus always wanted
The protective mother hen that he never asked for but got
But Amadeus seems like the kind of person who complains when people fuss over him
But totally loves it
And Danny can see right through his Tsundere moods and just gives him all the love
But treats him like his equal at the same time
Cuz Amadeus doesnât like to receive love because he thinks heâll look too childish
But Danny values Amadeusâ opinions and things like that
Danny always makes sure Amadeus is heard
âGuys letâs hear him out.â
âI like his plan.â
But what Amadeus appreciates the most is Dannyâs blind trust on him
Danny never needs to hear about Amadeusâ plan and try and plan together
He blindly trusts him
So that just confirms that Danny sees him as his teammate
As his partner
Which is very important to him
They have a special relationship
Everyone in the Academy can recognize it
Amadeus is kinda firm and doesnât really like to do what others suggest unless he wants to
Very good at saying no
Never does anything he doesnât like just because someone else does
But he always meditates and stretches with Danny
Even though he doesnât really get it
Danny is like âEmpty your mind.â
And Amadeus is like âUnlike you, thereâs a lot of stuff in here, so that isnât exactly possible.â
Another thing
Danny completely lets Amadeusâ insults and jabs fly over his head
Itâs how Amadeus shows affection
By harmless teasing and things like that
Many people donât get him but Danny does and thatâs what matters
Everyone always asking Danny how he has the patience to deal with him
And Danny just being like hm? What do you mean?
Literally in his eyes Amadeus is just a sweet, smart child
Sometimes he says somethings that he wonât mean
Cuz ofc Amadeus is still a child
 But Danny never holds it against him
Danny plays the role of mentor, mother, father, brother, friend combined
He always wanted a younger brother
And itâs like his maternal/paternal instinct just comes out?
He gets annoyed whenever someone tries to pick on him
Even with Fury
âYes, I know what Amadeus said was rude but did you really have to yell at him like that?â
It was the first time Fury has seen Danny get so protective over someone
So, he was like okay
Just let go and let Danny do most of the âparentingâ for Amadeus
Danny is such a parent
And Amadeus totally acknowledges it
Amadeus is always silently asking Danny permission for stuff
Like when they plan to go out, he always just looks at Danny for the green light
And obviously Danny says yes, every single time
But it makes him feel safer knowing that Danny is okay with it
Danny looks out for Amadeus in a way that no one does
Amadeus is kind of a rough sleeper so sometimes his pillow or blanket will fall off the bed
Danny is across the room, snuggled in
But he will still get up out of his bed to put the blanket around him
More than once has hauled his ass from the lab to get him to bed
Looks after what heâs eating
Cuz Amadeus eats a lot of instant food cuz he canât be bothered
But Danny will scold him like a child
Amadeus actually sometimes looks out for Danny too
Always handles Dannyâs electronics cuz letâs face it
Dannyâs old af
He seems like heâd be a boomer by heart
So, Amadeus is always helping him out with things like that
Danny listens to Amadeusâ weird questions
Always have talks about philosophy and things like that
But mostly itâs either Danny speaking spiritually and Amadeus having none of it
Or Danny speaking spiritually and Amadeus just going to sleep
They train often and are honestly one of the best duos the team has ever seen
So, in tune with each other
Always have each otherâs backs
People saying that they were meant to be brothers
And them honestly agreeing
I know they werenât featured much on the show
But Danny and Amadeus would be the most wholesome brother duo and you canât change my mind
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Ectober Week Glow Stick/REDRUM -Â Glow Snap
Dannyâs been king for a while and that means helping ghosts out sometimes. And that helping has repeated required dealing with humans treating ghosts like crap. But farming ghosts for glow sticks is a new one.
Danny Phantom was beginning to get used to his role as High Ghost King, the balls, the parties, the formalities and respect. The fashion was more difficult to adjust to than everything else in all honestly. Frock coats and even dresses. At least usually all he had to wear was his cape, that was just part of him now though. Another thing he had to get used to were the royal attendances, where he effectively had to just sit at his throne and hear ghosts out. Only if he accepted their request for an attendance of course. He usually rejected the Observants and Vlad, generally on principal alone. Especially since it was nearly a guarantee they were just trying to annoy him. If the eyeballs really needed to see him then they could go through ClockWork and Vlad could literally just show up at his house.
Now if anyone else put in a request to have an attendance with him then he usually paid attention, since that was a rare thing. Most ghosts wouldnât even dare due to the âbehaviourâ of Pariah giving the entire throne, title, and crown a really nasty reputation. Most of the Zone simply assumed or worried that this Phantom fellow, who defeated Pariah, was just like him or worse. The ghosts that knew him didn't even bother going through official routes, they just showed up in Amity or invited him to their lair. So when he got a attendance request from a ghost heâd never heard of representing an entire species of ghost that he hadnât yet met, he accepted without hesitation and felt rather worried. This Brextex likely only knew the High Ghost King as the guy who overpowered the evil tyrant Pariah and was thus taking a chance by willingly asking to be alone in the throne room and lair of the new King. It didnât help that most of the rumours about him involved the fact that he beat up other ghosts and had made powerful allies. So either this ghost was desperate, out of options, or just recklessly curious. Just in case it was either of the first Danny had elected to stick with his true ghost form rather than ageing himself up to look more âadultâ and imposing (or in the Observants case, remind them of Dan). Sure his true form was more visually impressive than it was when he was fourteen, but his seventeen-year-old ass did not nearly have the muscle, size, or defined body structure his mid-twenties self would. Heâs honestly wondering when the heck that growth spurt was going to hit him in genuine. But hey, at least his fangs had grown in and heâs pretty sure his ears are beginning to taper.
But anyway, accepting that attendance request is what finds him sitting at his throne, one leg over an armrest and drumming his fingers in boredom on the other armrest. Heâs tempted to start pulling down his crown in front of his face only to let go and watch it spring back up, small amusements. The FrightKnight comes in just as Danny had decided to go ahead and do that.
Danny rights himself as his High Dread Knight speaks, âBrextex has arrived, your highness. Are you content to see him now?â. Danny just nods and absently waves for the guy to just go ahead and let the ghost in. He honestly would appreciate the FrightKnight relaxing more on all the formalities, not going to happen but still. His knight nods, letting the ghost in and going to stand outside the doors.
Danny will admit, this is one of the odder looking ghosts heâs seen. He looked kinda like someone who was nothing but skin and bones but the bones under the skin glowed. The skin didnât though, and he just had glowing light in sunken eye sockets rather than physical eyes. The fact that he walked across the hall towards Danny rather than floated was pretty odd for a ghost too. Eh, maybe he just preferred walking on solid ground; Danny often did.
Brextex immediately kneels when heâs considered officially close enough, not coming any closer. Which was pretty typical for ghosts who had never met him. What does catch Dannyâs attention is that he can hear the ghost's bones creaking and straining as if they were real solid bones that had seen plenty abuse. Dannyâs joints and spine would creak like that sometimes. âBless you for seeing me, High King Phantom. May you bless me speak?â.
âYou mayâ. Danny makes a point to smile warmly when Brextex raises his head, which seems to startle the ghost for a second.
âIâve come to request aid, your highness. My kind, linchens, we- weâve been suffering for a long whileâ.
Danny squints a little and leans forward, âhow so?â. He thought he had made it clear to the FrightKnight that he wanted to know about any groups, clans, kingdoms, or tribes that were genuinely struggling. Either heâll have to have a talking with him about what qualifies as âstrugglingâ again, or he didnât know himself. The Zone was large, so he couldnât really fault him if that was the case. But the FrightKnight was old, reasonably he should know about all of the different groups. âThe FrightKnight was supposed to inform me of any genuine suffering or issuesâ.
Brextex shifts slightly, maintaining the kneeling position though, âwell sire, I donât believe the... FrightKnight looks beyond the Infinite Realms. See, my kind havenât been part of it for ages. Weâre... located in the Mortal Realmâ. Okay, that gets Dannyâs attention real fast. He probably looks more than a little surprised, since ghosts werenât generally capable of staying in the human world for very long. Obviously this kind of ghost, linchens, could. But then thatâs kinda weird that he hasnât run into one yet. Heck, showing in Amity would have been easier than finding a portal and coming to see him formally. Itâs not like the hunters in Amity were much of a threat now after all the truces heâs formed. Dora could come without a human disguise and buy tea even. Maybe these ghosts simply didnât know?
Danny nods, âfeel free to explain the issue then, Iâm often in the Mortal Realm so I can certainly helpâ.
Brextex just blinks at him for a bit before standing up quickly and motioning with his hands as he speaks. Clearly forgetting the âproper etiquetteâ at the serious possibility of Danny not being an unhelpful asshole. âPariah used to keep us as pets to break our bones for fun so when one of the old ones found a portal to the living world we all fled there. But the living were quick to capture us and decided they liked our bones to and somehow broke our connection to the Infinite Realmsâ. Danny doesnât like where this is going and if the G.I.W. have anything to do with this heâs going to be having some words with their head boss... again. âOr thatâs the story thatâs been passed down. Ever since theyâve been keeping us and harvesting our bones until we fade from the-â, Brextex jerks a bit likely from Dannyâs eyes flashing a little angrily. By the ghost swallows and continues â-from the draining. The others were able to get me out since my ecto-fieldâs weaker and young. We had heard about a new king and thought that- that you would maybe be different. We had to take the risk. We had to-â.
Danny holds up a hand to pause the ghost, because frankly he doesnât even need to hear more to be willing to help. A group of humans actively murdering ghosts to collect their bones? Hell no. That is absolutely not something heâs going to let fly. But right now he needs to get across that his flash of anger wasnât aimed at the ghost. Brextex does not need to start begging to him. Standing up, which Brextex looks a bit freaked by, âIâll help. Absolutely I willâ. Walking down the throne steps, Brextex remembering himself and kneeling again as Danny approaches. Danny making a point to reel in the anger, because he does not need to stress this ghost more, and patting Brextex on the head, âyou're fine. Humans treating ghosts like monsters and whatnot is something that ticks me off and that Iâve gone well out of my way to deal with. And to hear some have been murdering ghosts, I donât give a flaming crap why, that is unacceptableâ, sighing, ânow come on, get up. I should probably at least know why, or what you believe to be why, you and the rest of your kind are being treated worse than animals at an unethical and illegal slaughterhouseâ.
Brextex stands up more than a little stiffly and eyes him warily, giving a strained, âbless youâ, then clearing his throat, âwell... our bone enamel glows really strongly if we snap or break a boneâ, he digs in the small little beat up bag heâs got around his waist and pulls out a little bag. Handing it over to Danny though clearly avoiding actually touching the king. âThey shave our bones down after harvesting so theyâre opaque-â, pointing at the bag, â-and look like that. Weâre not really sure why and we honestly donât careâ.
Danny nods and scowls, opening the bag and pulling out a bunch of freaking glow sticks. Danny blinks, honestly a bit too shocked to really feel much of anything, âglow sticks?â. Sure his parents had used to rave about a conspiracy theory that glow sticks were filled with ectoplasm and had thus banned them from the house. But them being actually right was utterly insane.
Brextex furrows his brows, skin pulling tight, âyouâve... seen these before? Why? What are they for? Their purpose? Are they needed? Do the living need to do this to us?â.
Danny shakes his head immediately, because holy shit no. âTheyâre used for cheap entertainment. Completely unnecessary entertainmentâ, then scowls deeply, even growling a little, âthis is absurd and Iâm not having itâ. Looking to Brextex, who looks nervous, âwhere are the other linchens being kept? Because Iâm about to have some very not nice words with whoever assholes thinks torturing and murdering anyone for freaking glow sticks is remotely okayâ.
Brextex nods and grins a little, âI can take youâ. While Danny lifts a hand to form a portal in the air, the ghost watching in a bit of amazement. Danny doesnât need to tell the FrightKnight heâs heading out, the guy can sense it just fine.
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They step out onto a rooftop in Amity, Danny sending away his crown and cape as he turns to look at Brextex whoâs looking around, âthis place... it is your lair tooâ, then adding on like heâll get in trouble otherwise, âyour highnessâ.
Danny waves him off, trying not to seem ticked off, âdonât bother with royal titles here. Humans donât know and I'd mostly prefer to keep it that wayâ. The G.I.W. knew but that was purely so he could threaten them more effectively. âYeah, welcome to Amity Park, the place I usually am. The one place the G.I.W. are banned fromâ.
âThe... G.I.W.?â.
Danny shrugs almost aggressively, âgroup of anti-ghost terrorists. Almost blew up the Zone once. Iâve had words with themâ, nodding curtly, ânow, where to?â. Brextex stares at him for a bit before pointing off to the east, a bit of green light sting shooting off. Danny plucks it to see how far it goes. The area seemed just a bit outside of a populated area.
Danny nods, âalright, Iâve got itâ, looking to the ghost, âdo you want a place to rest? I live with ghost hunters but theyâre cool with good ghosts that donât run around attacking humans. Theyâre pretty knowledgeable too, so if you need anything they can help. My friends could keep you company too. I donât want you coming off with me and straining or hurting yourselfâ.
Brextex stares a bit more before furrowing his brows, âyou are... very different. Kindâ. Danny smiles at that, âmy friends say Iâm a little too nice sometimesâ, and quirks an eyebrow.
Brextex nods a little, âIâll... take the offer thenâ.
So Danny teleports them down into an alley and changes back human. Though that makes Brextex jump back and look incredibly confused. Danny chuckles and rubs his neck, âah guess you donât know. Iâm a halfaâ.
âA... halfa?â.
Danny nods and starts walking, the ghost following behind, âyup, half a ghost, half a human. This is how I look as a human. The people I live with are my human parentsâ. Danny sends off a quick text for his friends to get their butts over to his house as he pushes in his homeâs front door, âmom! Dad! Iâve got a friendly that needs a place to crash for a bit!â.
His mom sticks her head out of the kitchen, glances at the ghost and back to Danny, âwell heâs an interesting oneâ. Danny doesnât even let her finish that and points at her, âno labsâ.
âAlright, no worries sweetie. Heâll be staying in your room?â. Danny just nods as he heads upstairs, his friends joining him and Brextex just as the two had gotten halfway up the stairs.
âOh! New ghost huh dude?â.
Sam just smiles at the confused-looking ghost.
Danny nods at Tucker, âyou guys hang with him while I go unleash ghostly wrath on some peopleâ.
Tucker pats the ghost on the shoulder and the two walk into Dannyâs room. Sam raising an eyebrow at Danny, âwhat is it this time?â.
Danny scowls, âglow sticks are ghost bones apparentlyâ. She scowls immediately herself, âyou have my full supportâ, and nods at him as he turns to leave. Danny promptly teleporting away as soon as heâs back outside.
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Danny floats above the little factory-looking building, arms crossed and scowling. Itâs not even a debate him taking his mid-twenties full ghost looking form, the fact that his royal cape had a flaming white collar and large green skulls pinning it shut with a shadowy chain only made him look slightly more threatening than Dan did with his simple tattered cape. His crown wrapped around the flaming hair pretty darn well too in a way that just emphasised the crown even more. But before he does anything drastic heâs going to check this place out invisibly.
And what he finds inside is frankly, disgusting. The first thing he comes across are these tools that looked like potato peelers and piles of what heâs sure are âbone peelsâ; which he scowled at, feeling his lips pull over his other fangs. The second looks to be a literal vat of âdiscardedâ glow sticks, ones that were misshapen, damaged and leaking; the fact that they were taking these ghosts body parts and just throwing them away very explicitly pisses him off. Who knows how many ghosts faded for these damn scraps. It wasnât like fucking glow sticks were important or even necessary, to kill to make them was beyond wrong and idiotic. The room with just boxed up glow sticks doesnât really bother him beyond just how much was here. How many ghosts had faded in this place? Was there a risk of extinction? If he were to ask the FrightKnight the guy would probably claim to have thought this species of ghost already had gone extinct.
Getting to the centre of the factory is when he finds the ghosts. There are at least twenty or so ghosts that looked similar to Brextex stuck inside plastic cases that were practically skin tight around them, with little hinges and doors that could be opened for access to their arms, legs, fingers, toes, and ribs. There was tubes hooked into the back of the cases that appeared to be feeding the ghosts ectoplasm, Danny can tell by smell thereâs some kind of drug mixed in. Heâd place money on it being a type of tranquilliser or complacency drug. Especially with one of these linchens ghosts having escaped recently. He can tell from looking at the ghosts faces that the drug(s) definitely werenât any kind of pain medication.
Floating over to one of the cases and putting his large clawed hand on it, he can sense the ghost inside is a child ghost. Scowling, first thing first, he needs to get them out of here. At the very least there are no alarms set to the cases, even if there were cameras he quickly shorted out with a little ecto-electroshock, meaning he can immediately start disconnecting the drugs and start tearing open the cases; duplicating so he can catch/carry the ghosts when they effectively fall out, either too weak or too out of it to really be aware of him or whatâs going on fully. One of the ghosts particularly worries him as sheâs gooey to the touch; making damn sure to teleport her to his room immediately with a duplicate, the rest he gives a more thorough look over to before sending them off.
Glancing around the room and nodding to himself with a huff. All clear. Now to scare the crap out of some assholes. Letting himself return to visibility as he heads to walk out, slapping a hand on the wall to send ice out coating everything in the room. Try ever using any of that shit ever again.
It doesnât take long for an invisible duplicate to find the boss over in the âofficeâ building section, which he smirks over as he kicks in the main doors and blasts blue ecto-flames around him; making damn sure his footprints scorch the ground. The receptionist and people hanging around in the lobby jump over the loud sound before standing up and freaking out. Danny comes to a stop and crosses his arms, forcing anyone with the guts to try and flee to have to squeeze past him. He has no clue how involved any of these people are so heâll let them off with singed jackets, jolts of cold, and a healthy dose of fear. Most people chose to just huddle in corners and radiate fear.
Danny huffs after a bit and continues stalking towards the big bad bosses office, completely ignoring the secretary as he goes. Though he does grumble with a deep voice, âI suggest you get a better job. There wonât be much left of this company soonâ. Let her take that threat however she wants to. He wasnât about to burn the place down, but an ecto-blast or two should do the job.
Kicking in the bosses door hard enough to blow it clean off its hinges and into the far wall, it just skimming past the guys head. Said guy is too stunned to do more than jerk and stare at him, which Danny snarls at him for. But at least that makes it easy to grab the guy's face and slam his head into the back wall, hard enough to give him a nasty headache but not outright kill the guy. Heâs not here to add on to the death-toll.
âAlright fuckface, you and I have a few issues to settle. And this is a non-negotiable communication offer. Specifically about your little ghost harvesting setupâ. Dropping him and watching the guy groan before scooting away from him across the floor with his hands and feet. While Danny moves his hand to coat the open doorway with flames, blocking off the only real exit here. Flicking a wrist to make one of his thrones form, simpler than his official throne but still pretty stunning-looking; all in sharp angular black and white and peppered in ectoplasmic gemstones.
Danny sits down while staring the guy down, growling at him, âI suggest you take a seatâ. The guy nods and scrambled up without hesitation, reclaiming his average black office chair. Danny snapping immediately, âname and positionâ.
The guy swallows, âBrillar GlĂŒhen. Head of the Kialuma Companyâ, Brillar clearly tries to force himself to relax into the back of his chair, âand you are?â.
Danny grins very meanly, making sure his fangs are very noticeable, âPhantom, High Ghost King and ruler of the afterlifeâ, then just to be mean, âsome might prefer to call me Hades or perhaps Satanâ. No one called him Satan, like, ever. But there were plenty who considered the Zone to be Hell, so heâs fairly sure he can claim the name just to scare some asshole.
Brillar is visibly shaken and swallows, ânice to... to meet youâ. Which Danny huffs a mean laugh at, âno itâs really notâ, Danny scowls and leans forward on the guy's desk, âlook here fuck-stick, I donât know how someone whoâs clearly barely fucking thirty is running a company older than that, but not only do I not care but I also am not going to change my course of action because of thatâ, pointing a clawed finger in his face, heâll give him points for not moving back even if the prick goes stiff as a board, âobviously you damn well know how your company goes about getting its end product, if you donât then youâre an idiot that deserves to be yelled at anywayâ. Brillar nods stiffly so Danny scowls at him before continuing, âtell me then, why the fuck do you think itâs okay to tear out a beings bones repeatedly till they effectively die just to sell as a party novelty itemâ, growling, âlast I checked, even humans knew better than to commit needless murderâ.
Brillar swallows, âthe creatures are already dead-â. Danny snapping, âsoâs your mother, your point?â, making the guy jump a little.
âThey- they donât feel pain and-and one moving on is a mercyâ,
Danny rolls his eyes harshly, âlet me guess, you got that load of horse crap from the previous boss or the G.I.W., well hereâs a tip for you. Thatâs wrong. We feel pain as much as the living. And since you might as well be an informed asshole, ghosts can not âmove onâ by being murdered. It happens naturallyâ, scowling, âso knowing that, you see why you and I might have a few issuesâ. Brillar gulps and nods slowly. Danny growls over the lack of an actual answer, so he stands, grabs the guy's collar, and smacks his face down onto the desk. Lighting a ball of ecto-fire in his hand and holding it in front of the guys face, growling, âso what are you going to do about our little issue?â.
Brillar sounds more than a little shaken, âf-find a different resource. And- and let the-the glowing creatures- uh, ah, ghosts go?â.
Danny bares his teeth in his face a bit, âdon't say that like a question, mean itâ, shoving his head against the desk a bit more before releasing him and sitting back down, âthis is a company that sells a cheap novelty item, thatâs it. You have no place torturing sentient beings. And bones? Seriously? Do you even think the living public would be okay with that? You disappoint meâ, scowling, âat least if you were some kind of ecto-phobic bigot, your stupidity and cruelty would make an ounce of senseâ, shrugging aggressively, âand Iâd have an excuse to beat the shit out of youâ.
Brillar sits back up slowly and stares at him, Danny flashes his eyes just to freak the guy out more. Brillar swallows, âI- please donâtâ.
Danny sighs and rolls his eyes, âI wonât. Youâre just an idiot fed some bullshit information and handed a company that was already spinning its wheels financially fine so you felt no need to change anything. Ethics, common sense, and basic decency be damned. Oh and if you think I canât use human methods to sue you into oblivion or politically murder you, then you are gravely mistaken. So take fucking heed and watch your shit or I will be far far less nice if I have to show up here againâ, snarling, ânow good day and have fun fixing all the shit I destroyed in your factoryâ. Then making his throne and himself burst into flames before turning invisible. Let the prick think he âroad the fires of Hellâ or something. He does have to restrain a laugh when he invisibly watches the guy right himself, pull out his phone while shaking so bad he can barely type, and says, âh-hey dad, uh, can you um, when does the church open?â. Â
Danny smirks to himself and decides to speak as darkly as possible into the phone, âsomeone needs to repent and get off of Hellâs naughty listâ. Making the guy shriek, launch himself across the room, and throw his phone into the air. Danny rolls his eyes and silently snorts as Brillar eyes his phone warily.
Danny flies out, gathers all the âdiscardedâ glow sticks/bones and the âbone peelsâ, then teleports home. Heâs honestly not surprised to see his friends and all the ghosts in the yard rather than in the house. Brextex looking to be fretting over the other ghosts of his kind. All the ghosts jump and go bug-eyed when Danny suddenly appears. All the ghosts quickly and jerkily moving to huddle together when they actually get a good look at him; obviously frightened. Brextex looks less frightened but far more confused than the others.
Ticker comes over and smacks him on the bicep, âdude, maybe take your true form and cool your jets before you scare them even moreâ.
Danny rolls his eyes, âyeah yeah, but firstâ, snapping a clawed finger and making all the ghost parts he stole/reclaimed appear in his yard, âyou know I have more energy at my fingertips like thisâ, then changing back to his true ghost form.
Walking over to the group of huddling ghosts, who shrink back from him some. The whole being feared thing may please his ghostly nature a lot but he still doesnât particularly like being feared. Brextex is the only one who doesnât actively noticeably shrink away or seem fearful. Danny waves and smiles friendly at them, ârelax, please. One of my powers happens to be a pretty heavy dose of age slash form manipulation. That previous form happens to be good for scaring the crap out of assholesâ, smirking, âI donât think you have to worry about being bone harvested anymore and a few humans definitely need to change their pantsâ. Tucker snorts on the side, the ghosts just look slightly confused but do relax some. Danny looks around and spots the child ghost he was the most worried about, promptly moving to her and kneeling down. Grabbing her hands and checking her energy levels, âglad to see youâre looking a bit betterâ, frowning slightly, âyouâre still lower than Iâd like, you can take some from me if you like?â.
She shifts and fiddles with his fingers some, âreally?â. He nods so she grabs him and gets rather clingy, Danny picking her up and standing; carrying her around as he moves to check on the others. Easily hearing Sam laugh a little and speak at some of the more surprised looking linchen ghosts, âtold you he was a kind soul whoâs stupid protectiveâ. Catching a few ghosts looking at her and nodding jerkily, but the group of ghosts do start to seem less nervous and timid around him.
Once Dannyâs satisfied with the state of everyone, eyeing the child ghost, âAlright, youâve had enough. No getting greedy nowâ, she just hums innocently at him as he puts her down. Turning to face the group, âso I have a question for you all, Brextex said yâall have been disconnected from the Zone. So my question is if you want to stay here in the living realm or be reintroduced into the ghost realmâ.
Danny watches as they all look to a linchen with stringy red hair and red âeyesâ, he felt older than the others so Dannyâs guessing heâs their leader, or as close to one as they have. He clears his throat and steps forward, âwe donât have... fond memories of this realm. While we believe our kind left the Infinite Realms for safety... I donât believe we have to fear there anymore. You... are not Pariah. Weâd like to go home... your highnessâ.
Danny nods curtly and smiles, âthen thatâs what weâll do. Now it might take some time for you all to reconnect fully and properly. Thatâs just the nature of things Iâm afraid. So Iâll have some knights keep guard over wherever you chose to set down your roots, that way the miasma and local flora and fauna wonât damage any of you. Alright?â. They all nod looking a bit stunned though. Danny gestures to the bone stuff he brought with him, âthese are yours to do with as you wish, as far as Iâm concerned they belong to you. If you remember your traditions for respecting the faded, then maybe these will help you do thatâ. They just nod, clearly only getting more stunned; which makes Danny chuckle a bit.
Sam and Tucker share a look and shake their heads, while Danny makes a portal and guides the ghosts through.
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Danny speaks at the FirghtKnight while watching the linchens settle down from afar, âlet me guess, you thought they were extinct?â.
The FrightKnight nods, âI rather assumed that when they disconnected from the Infinite Realms it was due to being whipped out. Ghosts being able to exist amongst the living indefinitely as you do is uncommon, my kingâ.
Danny snorts, âIâm uncommon, Frighty. There any other ghost species that fled to the human world and were never heard of again?â.
The FrightKnight seems to almost sigh, ââfraid so sire. The fallen mad king chased many offâ. Making Danny actually sigh, guess he now has a bunch of things to look into. Hopefully there wasnât, like, horror movie companies using real ghosts as movie ghosts.
End.
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Meeting and Dating Rafe McCawley
(My gif) (Requested by @minigranger )
(Iâm so sorry this took so long! Iâm trying really hard to write more often on all my blogs!)
- You and your family lived in the same town as Rafe so even though you didnât directly meet him until you were older, you still saw him around a lot growing up.Â
- For as long as he could remember, he had always had a massive crush on you. No, not just a crush, this boy was in love with you ever since he first saw you at the general store when you were kids.Â
- Anytime he saw you, heâd stop and stare like an angel just walked past him. And to him you were an angel, one he needed to have for himself. If only he had the guts to talk to you.Â
- He did in fact gain the courage to ask you out on a date but only after he got older and grew out of his awkward gangly teenage phase.Â
- You were genuinely surprised when he approached you for the first time, introducing himself with such urgency and determination that you couldnât help but feel as though you were the most important thing in the world. He really powered through his confession like his life depended on it which was honestly pretty adorable to you.Â
âMaâam? My name is Rafe McCawley and please excuse me, but I just need to get this off of my chest. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, inside and out, and you would make me the happiest man on Earth if you were to say youâd join me on a date.âÂ
- Who could say no to that?
- The smile you gave him once he was finished made his knees weak. He almost couldnât believe his ears once you agreed, it was like all his dreams had come true. He quickly told you heâd pick you up at noon the next day before clumsily making his exit, running home to tell Danny everything that had happened.Â
- He was so excited for your date that he literally arrived at your house thirty minutes early and waited outside, checking his watch until he deemed it appropriate to ring your doorbell. He was nearly speechless when you answered, handing you a bouquet of flowers before finally forcing out a âgod, you are so beautifulâ.Â
- He took you to a gorgeous lake where the two of you sat in the shade of a big willow tree and had a pretty little picnic. He was adorably clumsy throughout your whole date which only made you fall for him even more. He confessed that heâd liked you for a long time now and you confessed the same which caught him completely off guard.Â
- The thing about Rafe is that deep down, heâs a shy loser. He canât flirt for the life of him but god can he make a girl swoon without even trying. He wins your love with earnest compliments and sweet nothings that come straight from his heart.Â
- You have your first kiss that same day, bathed in the setting sun and surrounded by the smell of warm dry air and flowers. Itâs deliciously soft and beautifully slow, making your heart race and your mind stop.Â
- Youâve been two fools in love ever since and youâve got no intention of stopping anytime soon.Â
- He wants everyone to know that youâre together so expect a lot of pda. Handholding, soft kisses, hugs, his arm wrapped around you, etc. Itâs all very innocent but it sends a message and makes you both happy.Â
- You catch him watching you a lot, often with this little smile on his face that tells you exactly what heâs thinking. How did I get so lucky.Â
- Passionate kisses.Â
- Spontaneous and adventurous dates and decisions. Most of them get ruined somehow but neither of you mind, the temporary thrill is amazing and the get-away is always amusing.Â
- Even though you donât come from much, he tries his best to make you feel like the classiest woman alive. Champagne, roses, diamonds, whatever he can get his hands on.Â
- Folded cranes and other sentimental gifts. Both of you smile every time you see them.Â
- He likes pressing kisses all over your face before he finally captures your lips in his. He adores the little giggles you make whenever he does it.
- He wraps both his arms around you in a bear hug when the two of you cuddle. He can hardly sleep without holding you close, almost as though heâs afraid youâll disappear in the night
- Heâs pretty clumsy so youâll have to take care of your fair share of cuts and bruises.Â
- Hearing about all of his adventures with Danny. Some of them are so outrageous that you canât believe theyâre real no matter how much he laughingly assures you they are.Â
- Heâs going to give you a complex with how much he compliments you. Itâs kind of funny though because as much as he compliments you, he often gets pretty flustered when you do the same.Â
- He uses a lot of pet names on you but you think you like it best when he calls you by your name. Thereâs just something so nice about the way he says it.Â
- Sitting on his lap and snuggling close.Â
- Soft caresses, he can never seem to keep his hands off of you.Â
- Pulling his hat off his head so that you can kiss him. When you pull away, he likes to teasingly place it on yours, calling you captain and asking what you feel like doing.Â
- Thereâs a lot of teasing in your relationship but itâs the âso sweet itâll rot your teethâ kind of teasing.Â
- Getting carried around bridal style.Â
- Taking long walks together. He likes having a chance to get away from everybody and just spend some quality time with you.Â
- Heâs taken you on a plane ride at least once, heâs either very glad that you share his love for flying or finds it cutely amusing when you get scared.Â
- Even though heâs fond of thrills, he does enjoy just spending a quiet night in with you.Â
-Â Whenever he goes to order food or drinks for the two of you, heâll hand you some money to go spend on the jukebox while you wait for him. He thinks itâs cute when you skip off all excited to pick a song.Â
- Going to the cinema together.Â
- Photo booth pictures.
- Going dancing.Â
- Sneaky butt touches, he tries his best to act innocent but you know heâs a liar.Â
- Tight hugs, he often lifts you up and spins you around whenever you wrap your arms around him.Â
- He always tries his best to act like he isnât sick or hurt but he rarely manages to do so convincingly. A lot of the time he canât help but give up, apologize and admit that yes, he feels about ready to die. He wantâs you to think heâs all tough and macho but he doesnât have quite the pain tolerance or acting skills for it.Â
- He likes for everything to be special when heâs with you, he loves making memories together and having things to look forward to the next time he sees you.Â
- It always warms his heart to hear you talk about your future together or how much your parents like him. He loves knowing that youâre planing to stay with him and that heâs already a part of your family.Â
- At the start of your relationship, he tried desperately to hide his disability from you, thinking that, for some ungodly reason, youâd stop loving him and think that he was stupid. You reassure him that that would never happen and help him whenever he needs you to.Â
- Sometimes he just likes having you read different books to him or recount the plots of books that youâve read. He loves your voice and being able to experience stories without the difficulty of trying to read them.Â
- Heâs insecure but in a secretive, no one would know, type of way. Anyone who doesnât know him well would never be able to tell but you can see through the cracks and know exactly what heâs thinking most of the time.Â
- Heâs a pretty jealous guy, he takes people flirting with or being interested in you very personally and has definitely gotten into fights over you. He just cares about you too much to let someone âdisrespect your relationshipâ like that.Â
- He might be willing to let you go if you donât love him anymore but god will it be hard for him. He firmly believes a part of him will always love you no matter what happens between the two of you.Â
- You rarely ever fight, thereâs hardly ever a reason to, your relationship is pretty much perfect. But on that rare occasion that you do, youâll both just calmly get everything off of your chest before you resolve whatever needs to be resolved.Â
- He doesnât lose his temper with you very often. The very thought makes him sick so if he feels heâs like heâs going to snap, heâll take a few moments to calm down on his own before attempting to fix things with you. It doesnât take long for everything to be sorted out and for you to go back to your happy, in love selves.Â
- He always tries his best to be there for you, offering you reassurance and a shoulder to cry on whenever you need.Â
- He often treats you very gently even though he knows you wonât break. Itâs just been drilled in his head that you treat a woman with care because theyâre âgentle creaturesâ.Â
- Heâs very protective of you, he always makes sure you know that heâd never let anything happen to you.Â
- He does everything he can to see you as much as possible especially after he gets accepted into the army.
- Sending each other letters when he goes away.Â
- He keeps a picture of you on him at all times. Heâs probably kissed it a few times.Â
- He also has a necklace of yours that you gave to him when he first went away. It helps to keep him from missing you too much. Whenever he seeâs it shining in his reflection he canât help but feel better yet melancholy at the same time.Â
- No matter how many times he has to do it, saying goodbye never gets any easier. He hates having to leave you, not being able to see you for such long lengths of time is torture.Â
- He always promises to come back as soon as possible and you hold him to that promise, saying youâll drag him back yourself if you have to.Â
- Having your entire world shatter around you when you receive the news of his death. You bawl your eyes out for weeks, not being able to believe that itâs true.Â
- Thinking youâve died and went to heaven when he arrives at your door safe and sound. All you can do is fall into his arms and refuse to let go. Nothing will ever top the feeling of getting him back.Â
-Â Constant âI love youâsâ not a day goes by when he doesnât say it to you, at least when youâre together in person. He canât help but swoon every time you tell him the same, especially when you say it out of nowhere,Â
- He dreams of settling down with you, starting a family and living on a cozy little farm together. A future with fields of green, laughter and love. What more could a man ask for?Â
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Tim Stoker stumbled into the archives, bloody and hurt. Demanding to talk to Jon. Having just escaped the clutches of the circus.
Jon dropped his pen, sitting back in his office chair rubbing itchy eyes. Another day done, another statement recorded. Another step closer to bringing down the circus- the Unknowing-
Hopefully-
He sighed. Sending a silent curse towards Elias and his cryptic messages. Why couldnât he just give Jon Gertrudeâs notes on the Unknowing?. He was tired of feeling like a naughty child being led around by an ear. His eyes prickled again and he stared blankly at the computer screen. It would be best to call it a night.
He began to pack up, tucking papers into a briefcase, pulling on his coat and giving a fond pat to the lucky cat figurine on his bookshelf. Â
âHereâs to hoping no oneâs interested in the Archivist tonight, eay?â
The lucky cat cheerfully waved a paw.
âRight.â Â
The only thing Jon hated more than coming into the Archives was leaving them. The number of times heâd been snatched bordered on comical, if it hadnât hurt so much. Time had really gotten away from him today, then again, that wasnât exactly new. He considered calling a cab. There hadnât been any statements concerning cabs or cabbies that he knew of. The underground, delivery vans and walking home felt perilous this late, but a cab- Of course, he knew just because a statement wasnât in the archives, that there werenât entity tied cabbies; but it provided the illusion of safety all the same
Jon opened the door and came face to face with-
âT-Tim!â
âWe need to talk-boss.â he said, sagging against the door jam, teetering forwards in an unbalanced fashion. Â
Jon hurriedly put a bracing hand on his chest, âE-easy now. What on-â
âDonât touch me!â he exploded, shoving Jon back, so that he nearly tripped over the spare chair, briefcase and folders sent flying. Then, softer âdonâ t-touch-me.â He was shaking now.
It hurt. Course it hurt, but Jon couldnât help feel that it was deserved. Jon couldnât remember the last time Tim had willingly sought him out, yet alone used the old nickname of âbossâ. Every inch of him screamed that something was wrong. Â
âRight.â he said, holding his hands placatingly in front âIâm not touching you-â something damp and sticky on his fingers caught his attention.Â
Blood.
There was blood on his hand, Timâs blood. He was hurt!
âY-youâre bleeding.â
âIt doesnât matter!â he was shouting again âGod, why canât you just-just Listen! T-The Circus- Christ!â he stopped abruptly, clutching at his front.
Jon froze. âThe circus?â breath hitching as the ghost of calliope music echoed through his skull. Hands, hard and plastic, grabbing him, holding him down, while heâŠheâŠlord  âTim! What happened-what-â
âStop with the Questions!â Tim shook with the force of his voice, visibly distressed. Jon snapped his mouth shut in horror. The compulsion- he hadnât meant too-
âSorry, sorry Tim- I-I didnât mean-â
âShut up.â He was swaying dangerously, the door no longer sufficient in keeping him upright. Resisting the compulsion had taken what little strength he had left. Â
Tim tipped forwards, swearing, Jon rushed to catch him as his legs caved. Never known as a strong man, Jon nearly buckled under the weight of his assistant. A confused tangle of arms and clothing. This close, the scent of blood was overwhelming. Tim made a pathetic sound, clinging to Jon with surprising force. For his part, Jon willed himself to get the man to a chair. He could do that much. He had too. Â
It was less than graceful. He jostled the taller man something fierce. What little color there was, fled his face and his eyes started to flutter. Â
âTim.â Jon said, carefully holding his head, keeping him steady. âTim, I need you to breath. Are you with me?â He blinked blearily, until he focused on Jonâs face. Â
âUnfortunately.âÂ
âGood.â Jonâs eyes drifted down to the dark stain spreading across the hawaiian shirt, the cream flowers shaded red. He slid the coat open wider, finding Timâs entire front was covered. He started at the buttons, wanting to get a clear picture of what they were dealing with. Tim grabbed his wrist. âWe need to stop the bleeding.â Jon explained. Â
Tim shook his head belligerent. âWe need to talk-âÂ
âAnd we will. Just, let me help- first.âÂ
Tim held him a moment longer before relenting with a surly âFine.â Jon eased the coat off his shoulders and started at the buttons once more. Each fastening undone revealed more of the goary scape of Timâs chest. Thatâs when he caught sight of- Christ- lettors!Â
There were letters crudely carved into Timâs flesh. Jon felt sick reading the message.
COME DANCE~
N.O.
Nikola Orsinov hadâŠ
âOh- Tim-â Jon felt a sharp pang lance through him as he stared at the ragged skin. âI-we-â he took a breath, his stomach churning âIâll be back, we need the first aid kit.â He got as far as the door before turning âJust⊠stay put.â then took off towards the employee lounge. Â
Jon braced himself on the sink, feeling as though he was going to be sick. The Circus and-and skin-
âChrist Tim.â he caught sight of the blood streaked cross his hands. He had to wash it off, just had to. He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed them under hot water. Wanting to wash away the dirt, the grime the-the grease-
It had looked so⊠bad. He scrubbed, hoping the cuts were not too deep, hoping the muscles would be untouched, hoping that there wouldnât be any-lasting-damage. The memory of plastic across his skin made him shudder. Stupid of course there would be lasting damage, theyâd cut into his skin.
Skin-
Jon shuddered. The Circus was toying with them! And Tim! He was his boss, he was supposed to protect his assistants! Â
A nasty little voice in his head quirried âLike Sasha?â
More guilt twisted his insides. Â
This was not alright. Â
Tim needed looking after- Jon swore, wishing Martin hadnât left for the day- wondering if it would be okay to call him back. He quickly dismissed the idea in favor of imagining how Martin may treat the wounds. The first aid kit- he needed to start there.
Martin always seemed to know where it was. Now that Jon needed it, it was nowhere to be found. He searched the lower shelves first. No first aid kit. Did find a large bowl and a few flannels. He remembered Martin washing him up with such things and decided they were useful. It wasnât in the cupboard by the fridge, or the one over the microwave, wasnât in the tea cabinet either, damn- Martin would already be back with Tim by now, helping-
He glanced at his phone, wondering if he should call him after all. That wouldnât be fair though. Martin deserved time away from this place. They all did. Â
At last he found it on the top shelf above the electric kettle. Of course it would be there. The Archival staff were the ones who used it the most these days, Martin wouldnât have trouble accessing it there. Â
âRight.â Jon sighed and hopped up on the counter, pulling himself upright with the cabinet frames until he could wriggle the kit out of itâs lofty position. Before he left with his burden, Jon tucked a water bottle under his arm. The Circus consisted of beings of plastic and stuffing, they never thought about the needs of human bodies. Â
âDidnât run away then?â Tim quipped, hunched over Jonâs desk. Â
âAnd miss your cheery face?â Jon shot back, words lacking any true bite. Jon sighed âWas trying to remember what Martin would do.â he cleared a space on the desk, carefully arranging the items. Â
âYou didnât call-â
âHeâs gone home for today.â Jon said simply, offering the water to Tim who took it gingerly. âDidnât think it would be fair to call him back.âÂ
Jon repositioned Tim so that they were facing each other and started to dab away at the bloody mess. Tim hissed and twiched under his attention, but remained quiet, for once. Â
In truth, Jon was much more adept at this sort of care than his assistance would have believed. He just never had patience for his own care. It was all soâŠ.tedious and easy to forget. But when it came to other people, Jonathan Sims was perfectly capable of providing treatment. It was just that he lacked Martinâs comforting presence, Sashaâs wit or Timâs charm. In short, he lacked people skills. He chose to leave such tasks to others.
âSoâ Jon said, continuing to clean the mess, âYou said we needed to talk.â No compulsion this time.
âYep.â
âWill this talk explain what happened here?âÂ
âYepâ
âRight.â he paused over the discoloration along Timâs ribs, sure something had been damaged. âWhenever youâre ready.â
âWhat, no tape recorder? No statement.â
âDo we need a tape recorder for a talk?â In truth, Jon was itching to turn it on, to compel Tim to tell him what happened, take his statement. But the last time heâd turned it on around Tim, things had gottenâŠ.difficult. Given the state of the man, Jon decided it could wait. Â
Tim nodded, eyes closing and Jon resumed his work. Â
âI- I went back, to where it began.â he was speaking so softly Jon almost couldnât hear, almost. Â
âBack where?â A small stroke down, over his ribs sent a shiver through him.
âC-Covent Garden Theater-â he admonished.
âThe Royal Opera House?â Jonâs mouth went dry. Martin had sent him the tape, express mail. It was the place Timâs little brother had been taken by the Circus. Danny. Â
âOne in the same.â
âThought you said you didnât expect theyâd let you go a second time.â
âWelp, they nearly didnât, did they?â he was shaking again, âWe needed leads. And with you galavanting cross the globe and Martin strung out on Statements, that left the follow up to me, didnât it?âÂ
âYou shouldnât have gone alone, you could at least of taken Martin, Melonly, Basira even or-â
âDonât pretend to care.â Tim burst out âYou thought Iâd murdered someone! Followed me to my home! I canât believe y- ugh!â he doubled over. The pain giving way to a choked sob. Â
Jon floundered, wondering what on earth to do. He had to get used to so many different Tims- the cheerful one that gave good hugs and annoying practical jokes, the angry one Jon had pushed into a corner and now, this- this defeated one. Â
âW-Weâre in the same boat, you and me.â he said softly âThereâs no one in this p-place to trust. Heh- Maybe t-trust was an illusion all along- Last time I saw Sasha, he was already dead. With something else wearing his skin. Didnât even notice.âHe hiccuped âI was supposed to protect him- they trusted me to protect him. And heâs dead.â
Jon was deeply unsettled by the broken quality to his voice âTim, who are you talking about?â
âYou listen to all the tapes, donât you. You said as much.â
âTim-â
âHow many people are already dead, with something else wearing their skin.â he seemed to be spiraling, this was why Jon didnât do this kind of thing! He didnât know what to do or say in this situation âThey wanted to wear you too, didnât they?âÂ
It was like a punch to the gut. Jon didnât know what was going to be said next, all he knew was that he didnât want to hearâŠ.or did he?
âThey wanted to wear you more than they wanted me- And you know what? It sang to me as it cut me open, put a m-mirror above- made sure I could see the whole show-â Tim was crying now, rocking back and forth. âSang to me about the archivist- about how it wanted its skin. Your skin.â another sob racked through him âH-h-how c-come- how come it didnât finish me off? How come it didnât take me like it did Danny?! Or Sasha! Jesus!â
Jon didn't know what to say. Perhaps there would have been a time before all of this started, back in research- Tim had been diffrent then,they all had been.
The silence stretched on while Jon resumed the treatment.
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