#Steel Toed Sam

[morphitime]

Amazing artwork of my players for our campaign. 

Gragnar our Sorcerer Kobold who just picked a fight with death. 

Steel-Toed Sam our Rouge and hot mom of the group. Also, the only levelheaded/sane person in this madhouse. 

Phraan the Bard/Rouge who betrayed his country and sold his soul for love.

Seraphina the runaway prices who would do anything to find her dead husband.

Art By: https://twitter.com/LustriaVT - @lustriavt

Check out our camping: https://www.youtube.com/@AASBTTRPG

[ri-afan]

*video starts and the mood is somber. There’s a black-haired guy sitting at a desk facing the camera with his hands folded together on the desk and his eyes trained in the lens*

“Hello. If this video has reached you, then that can only mean one thing: I have died.”

*there’s a tense moment of silence before someone snorts offscreen, then everyone’s laughing*

“God, Danny, what the hell??” A tired feminine voice exclaims.

A male voice pipes up offscreen. “Come on, Jazz, that was hilarious!”

“I knew we shouldn’t have let him write the script!” A purple stuffed animal flies quickly into the shot where the first guy is laughing with his head on the desk and it bounces off his head and out of the shot again.

“Aw, but that wouldn’t be fair, Sam, would it? It’s my reveal video.”

“How many puns did you fit in it?” The second voice asks, sounding distinctly gleeful.

“At least twelve, depending on how you count puns that can go both ways,” the guy on screen says as he wiggles an eyebrow to the camera lens, which sets off the second guy’s laughter again.

There’s a couple sighs heard and the first gal’s voice is heard closer as the camera moves. In the background you can hear the guy laughing on the floor about a blooper reel before complaining about steel toed boots. “Okay, we’ll try this again, little brother. Next time don’t—” the video cuts out

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU - If his parents are going to treat him like a punk, he might as well lean into it. 

Danny is getting seriously worn down by his parents constantly asking him to explain why he’s gone all the time and why his grades have slipped so far. I mean, sure, it took them months to notice, but now that they have, they’re alluding to the fact that he’s turned into some kind of punk and that he’s not taking life as seriously as he should be. This is what makes Danny kind of snap. 

He cuts his hair, gets Sam to pierce his ears in a few places (which sucked but was nice to catch up with her since Team Phantom didn’t get out much anymore), learns how to skateboard and gets Tuck to help him mask his identity on the internet as he begins online protesting the unethical treatment of ghosts. He makes picket signs that he leaves outside of Fentonworks and it takes days before his parents see them because they’re down in the lab. They go back up immediately after his parents take them down, and he begins tagging buildings with protest sayings and art all over amity park.

No matter how they ground him, the Drs Fenton are at a loss as to what to do to control Danny. Jazz says it’s not her place to interfere and is cheering her little brother on for being passionate about a new hobby. 

Danny’s honestly really vibing with the changes. He always understood why Sam wanted control over her own look, but he’s really leaning into the whole shebang. Ember and Johnny13 have never bonded over anything more than they have the punk transformation of their King. He’s really representing them fr fr- she taught him how to play the bass. 

With enough protests about the Anti-Ecto acts, the JL step in and begin their efforts to lobby change within the US government. Constantine is up to date on the new King being from Earth and thinks they might be able to weasel out a non-apocalyptic scenario if they reach out sooner than later. A letter gets sent through the infinite realms (No way in fuck was John going to try and summon a fucking King excuse you Bats)- Danny gets the letter and decides to let them sweat a bit, sending back his own letter that just says “K.” cause he’s learned that adults/authority figures all suck ass until proven otherwise. After a few days, a portal opens up in the middle of their meeting. 

Ghost King Phantom is rolling in on a skateboard, with the Ring of rage dangling from one of his ear piercings and ice crown floating above his head. He’s drinking an off brand smoothie, wearing a leather jacket that has medieval chainmail on it over his now distressed hazmat suit and his boots steel toed.

“...Sup. Y’all want to do something about this whole situation? I’m an all or nothing kind of guy.” Danny greets them. He means that he’s willing to be diligent in his efforts to disbar the Acts. It gets interpreted as him threatening to end the world, ofc, but that’s an issue he has to deal with later. 

“King Phantom we have been working daily to-” 

“Uh huh. Look, didn’t you guys have like a teenage group? I want to work with them, they’ll probably actually help me get shit done while you fuck around with paper work.” 

[missvelvetsstuff]

No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Chapter 10

Warnings: swearing, angst

Notes: I'm sorry this update took so long. I had a big dramatic scene in the meeting with Nick Fury planned but I wrote and rewrote it for three days and it just never hit right so, hopefully this works.

Lemme know what you think, I live for likes, shares and notes.

Nick Fury landed at the compound late Monday afternoon and went straight into Maria Hill's office to meet for over two hours. He left to go back to his quarters for food and sleep.

Maria immediately logged on to her computer to send a meeting invite to the Avengers for the next morning.

The team discussed the email over dinner in hushed and worried voices. Even Tony and Steve seemed concerned. Sharon was done with her treatment and appeared to be back to her normal self, even if she did act like the ankle monitor she was wearing weighed a ton. There was an ongoing investigation into when Antonia first gave her the serum, before or after Sharon became the Power Broker, so the ankle monitor helped Friday keep track of her and prevented her from going outside of the residence floor, common room and medbay.

Sharon grabbed the seat next to Bucky and was flirting with him, although more subtly than previously. Bucky moved his chair over as far as he could to get away from her until Sam elbowed him in his ribs. Sharon didn't get the hint and tried playing footsies with Bucky until he 'accidentally' kicked her in the shin while still wearing the steel toed boots he had on when he was playing keep away with Sam's shield earlier.

Sharon yelped "What the fuck Barnes? Are you wearing steel toes? You nailed me right in the shin. It's not bad enough that my other leg has that stupid monitor which makes my leg ache, if anyone cares."

Bucky shrugged "Shouldn't have been trying to play footsies." He smirked at her "and, No, no one cares. Maybe deciding to become a crime lord wasn't your best call, huh?"

Sharon shook her head as she felt her face heat up and stammered out "B-b-but I, I w-was just uh st-stretching mmmy legs."

Sam choked on his drink as he tried not to laugh "Fuck! Sorry, went down the wrong way."

Bucky smirked as Sharon glared at Sam then looked down swearing under her breath. "I helped you assholes and ended up an enemy of the state, I should have let Ross deal with all three of you."

Steve cleared his throat and looked at them like a disappointed father whose kids are acting up during dinner, which made Sam laugh out loud.

Tony sighed "Alright children. A little play to ease the tension is fine but this shit is serious. Fury is going to come down on all of us and I don't feel like taking his abuse for something that I wasn't involved with. You!" He pointed at Bucky and Sharon "And Romanoff, are the reason Cookie left so I vote for you taking the brunt of his anger."

Bucky looked down at his plate as he moved the food around. "I know and I plan on accepting responsibility for my part in it. I've been trying to figure out how to convince her to come back but I'm stuck. I'm open to any ideas."

Tony nodded, unconvinced "Riiight, good luck with that.

Well if anyone's interested, Romanoff is still in a holding cell while medical takes care of her. She's reportedly a difficult patient but seems to be improving."

There was a collective groan before Bucky shook his head "Pffft, not interested."

Sam snickered while Steve gave Bucky that dad look again to which Bucky just shrugged. "Well, I don't care. She's caused me too much trouble."

Steve sighed "She was being controlled, Buck. You can't hold her completely responsible."

"Maybe not but that doesn't mean I'm interested in her condition. I'm sure that the medical team will take care of her and it's not my problem. She was being weird even before all this drama. She tried to restart the whatever we had in the Red Room and I don't want her." His face dropped and he muttered sadly "I just want Cookie."

"Right, jerk." Steve looked around "It's getting late, we should all get some rest so we're up to dealing with this meeting tomorrow."

The others nodded and mumbled agreement before getting up to clean and heading to their rooms. Sharon tried again to talk to Bucky but he strode away too quickly for her to catch him.

Bucky tried to sleep but couldn't, like most nights since he pushed Cookie away he laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. Looking at the 'glow in the dark' galaxy and blue twinkle lights that Cookie decorated his room with. She said it was too impersonal and decorated with posters, soft pillows with matching blankets and such. All space related, galaxy patterns. Usually it was calming but not right now.

Now he spent most of his time either in therapy, writing to Cookie or wallowing. Feeling angry at being controlled again, feeling sorry for himself, feeling empty because she wasn't here.

He got up to sit at his desk and write another letter to her. The letters started as declarations of his love and apologies for his actions, whether he was in control of himself or not. Now they were a running commentary of each days events and activities, plus whatever topics branched off from that, like they used to have in the evenings after dinner. They would lay on his bed with his music playing softly, holding hands and staring at the galaxy overhead, talking about their day and whatever else came to mind. Sometimes they had stayed awake talking until the sun came up.

Bucky fell asleep at his desk as he was writing, only to be jolted awake by Friday. An alarm and reminder of the meeting in 1 hour. A hot shower didn't help wake him up so he headed to the kitchen for coffee. He grumbled the entire way, Fury scheduling a meeting at 5am was just cruel and unusual, Bucky knew it was just the beginning of the punishments they would endure until things were set right.

Just to ensure that this day was shit from the gate, the first face Bucky saw was Nat, in the kitchen. He sighed and cursed his luck.

Nat smirked "Morning Barnes, you look like you haven't slept. I can come by later and help tire you out." She practically purred.

Bucky scoffed "Hard pass." Proud of himself for remembering some of the current slang that Cookie had been trying to teach him. As he looked down he noticed Nats ankle monitor and chuckled "Nice jewelry you've got there."

Nat scowled at him "Fuck you, Barnes."

Bucky smirked "In your dreams" as Nat stomped off.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and headed towards the conference room where Steve was already waiting. He grunted a greeting to Steve and took a seat. The rest of the team trickled in until a few minutes before 5 when Nick Fury strode in, Maria Hill following right behind. Tony ambled in shortly after and sat down.

Three hours later, everyones ears were ringing from the yelling. As they walked out of the conference room, Bucky and Sam were arguing over how many times Fury hollered "mother fucker/s" over the course of the meeting.

Sam just shook his head "I've never met a man who could yell for that long without losing his voice." He looked at Bucky then towards Sharon and Nat

"All y'all better get your acts together because if I ever have to sit through 3 hours of being yelled at by Nick Fury for something I didn't do again, someone's gonna pay."

Fury had cancelled all leave, every extra perk the team had and assigned additional training and chore duty. None of them would be having much fun anytime soon.

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Every day Cookie came home from work there was another letter from Bucky. She ate dinner alone, staring at the stack of letters, afraid to find out what they said.

Every time she thought about it she started thinking he was ending their friendship for good, then argued with herself that he wouldn't keep writing if that were the case.

On Friday night she sat on the couch eating takeout with the news on in the background. It almost felt like the letters themselves were calling out to her. Once she finished eating she cleaned up her mess and poured a second glass of wine. She sat back on the couch, turned the news off and turned some soft jazz music on before looking at the stack and sighing.

Cookie took a long drink of her wine before finally picking up the first letter. She looked over it for a few minutes, searching for any hint of what was said inside but it was just a plain envelope with Bucky's writing.

She carefully opened it and pulled the papers out. She took another drink to calm her nerves and unfolded the papers, gasping when something fell out, onto her lap. She looked down and her eyes grew wide as she picked up Bucky's dog tags. He never took them off, being one of the few items left from his past, he was very attached to them.

Cookie looked at the tags only to notice a second pair of tags. They were nicer than the set the Army gave Bucky when he enlisted. They had his full name and nickname, birth date with his birthstone and instead of his serial number it said 'Property of Y/N Y/L/N, bka Cookie, please call or return to the Avengers compound.' She laughed and couldn't hold the sob in.

With tears running down past the smile on her face, she put the dog tags over her head, held them against her heart and started reading.

Dear Cookie,

I'm not sure where to start, I have so much to say and the words keep getting mixed up in my head.

I miss you, more than I ever imagined missing someone. This place feels empty and cold without your warmth, your smile lit up my days and now everything seems dark.

I'm so, so sorry for everything, I never wanted to hurt you. I've only ever wanted to love and worship you like the goddess you are.

You probably already found my dog tags, I want you to have them. The other set were kinda meant as a joke but it's true. You own my heart and I think you always will.

I knew, that first day we met, that you were it for me. I know it might not have seemed like it at first but you scared me. The way my body reacted to your simple handshake scared the Hell outta me. I was a mess and you were so beautiful and smart. And caring, patiently waiting for me to come out of my shell. I know you deserve a better man than me but my time with Doctor Raynor has taught me that I do deserve happiness and good things.

The night we spent together was the best night of my life. I was finally feeling like I could be the man you deserve and even if you hate me and never want to speak to me again, I will Always hold the memory of that night, of being with you, making love to you, that feeling that everything is exactly how it's meant to be. I'll never let that go, even if I live another 107 years.

I'm sorry that our bliss was destroyed so quickly but if you let me, if you want to, we can rebuild it into something stronger.....

The letter went on with an update on life in the compound and Bucky's thoughts about everything. Cookie skimmed through that part, Sam had been keeping her updated on the gossip so she barely paid attention.

The letter finished....

I hope you are happy where you are now and I'm sorry for avoiding you. I didn't think I deserved your forgiveness or grace but now, I'm hoping I can earn both and prove to you that nothing is more important to me than your happiness.

All my love,

JBB

Cookie held the letter and dog tags to her chest as she cried herself to sleep, a deep restful sleep like she hadn't experienced in a long while.

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Chapter 11

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Sam Manson in a steampunk costume. She's standing confidently, with one hand on her hip and the other spinning a black noisemaker with 'chag sameach!' written across it in Hebrew. She's wearing silver goggles with purple tinted lenses pushed up on her forehead, a flowing white shirt, a sleeveless dark purple vest with two rows of silver buttons, long dark purple plaid skirt with a few tears along the hem, fishnet tights, dark steel-toed boots done up with buckles, and dark buckled arm bracers. In addition, she has a number of silver earrings, a choker necklace with a silver star of davud charm, and a longer pendant with an ayin hara charm set into a silver gear. ]

Chag Purim Sameach! | Happy Purim!

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

The Stars, The Moon, The Sun, and an Incoming Constellation

A DP x DC x Tfrb fic - also posted on my Ao3 Agentsquirrel

After marrying Danny and getting engaged to Tucker, Sam packs up the trio and heads to Griffin Rock, a place that is rumored to be just as chaotic as Amity Park.

Of course, the Fenton luck follows them, and the three of them find out their family will soon become bigger than they thought.

"Shots fired at the dock! Dad, be careful!" Cody said, his voice shaking with worry.

"I promise, all protocol will be followed to the letter." Chase said, speeding towards the dock, Blades flying overhead.

They parked, and immediately, Charlie knew they were in over their head. A white goth woman no older than Dani was pinned behind a cement parking barrier, her forehead grazed and her forearm shot right through the skin, missing bone but severing muscle. She was oddly calm though, her body language free of shock as she kept pressure on her wound and watched the battle with rapt concentration.

"Danny, love, quit being cocky and wrap this up. The police are here, and Tuck's gotta scram." She said into her flip phone, the thing absolutely ancient compared to the cell phone, this year's model, shoved in her steel toed boot.

"Chase, I can't see anything! Whatever is opening fire is just a green blur!" Blades was bordering on a full on panic, Dani fully in control.

"It looks like a fight between a gang trying to set up shop and whatever that green blur is. Stay back dad, looks like it can fly fast." Dani said, retreating from the fight after scanning for civilians. The situation seemed to be resolving itself without them.

"Miss, do you require medical attention?" Charlie yelled over the sounds of gunfire.

"I'm fine, my partner needs to HURRY THE FUCK UP!"

With one last final blast, a white, blue eyed, black haired boy ran from the scene and behind Chase, his sneakers soaked in blood and a green substance Charlie hoped was paint.

"I got trapped between that… thing and the shootout. I don't know what I stepped in, but I think it's all blood." He said, panting hard, his face and arms cut up from debris. "My name is Danny Mason. That's my wife Sam. I'm a medic, got a first aid kit on you?" Charlie handed it over, and on a whispered count of three, he dashed over to his wife, quickly applying a tourniquet and dragging her towards the squad car. "Tuck's fine, is at the hotel. After we give a statement, I am taking you to the hospital."

"Wait." Graham said over comms Daniel and Sam Mason-Foley, with their fiance Tucker? Like, Mason industries, and Foley computer systems? Dad, half the island buys their tech, its the most repairable, environmentally sustainable, and secure software and computer companies on the market, and a flagship brand against planned obsolescence. Please, play nice. This could legitimately be huge for the island."

"Noted. Kade, you too."

Kade sighed. "Got it. Be nice to the Luskey Jrs."

"Do you need a ride? I can follow up on a statement later. I can have you flown to the mainland for a checkup or let you call for a ride."

"It's not-" Sam started, wincing as Danny cleaned her head wound.

"We will take that flight. I don't like the look of her head wound, and I am no good at stitches."

"First, call Tucker, so he can rub it in our faces." Sam said, hissing as Dani caught up to them and started redressing her wounds, Chase and Charlie clearing the area, Charlie trying not to vomit at the sight of the finely pureed gangster decorating multiple shipping containers and an overturned forklift.

"Well, this is… unpleasant." Chase said, wrinkling his nose at the smell.

In the background, Blades flew towards the mainland, very glad he wasn't on clean-up duty.

"Hey, there's my moon and stars!" Tucker said, dropping his duffel bag on a spare chair before resting a hand on Danny's shoulder and kissing Sam's cheek.

"Only if you are the sun." Sam said, a little loopy from the pain medication, the hospital keeping her under observation for a few more hours.

The nurse came in, oddly nervous, holding a box. "So, I have some news. Sirs, could I ask Mrs. Mason a question in private? Hospital policy, it will only take a minute."

"Oh." Danny said, suddenly concerned. "Sure. Be back soon, Sam. Love you."

"Love you too." Sam replied as Tucker and Danny awkwardly shuffled out of the hospital room.

The nurse watched them leave, then took a deep breath. "It's hospital policy to for this to be private. There's a few questions I have to ask first, but…" She opened the box. Inside, there was a positive pregnancy test, in a sanitary box, and some paperwork.

Sam looked shocked, covering her mouth and choking back a squeal. "I'm pregnant." She whispered. "I thought that. Could you bring my partners in?"

"Of course, but I have to ask a couple of questions before it, standard stuff."

"Oh. OK."

"First I have to give you this." The nurse gave Sam a couple of business cards with referrals to maternity resources, domestic violence hotlines, and reproductive care information. "Nothing personal, we give them to all patients with positive tests. In the same vein, have you experienced any threats of violence, acts of violence, coercion, or felt that your right to consent has been violated by chosen partners, friends, ex partners, or family members?"

"No."

"Would you like or have the need for confidential referrals to counseling on your pregnancy, either by our support counselors or religious clergy?"

"No."

"Would you like to keep the test?"

Sam smiled. "Yes. Could you bring my partners in?"

The nurse nodded, and closed up the box with the test inside. "In the box is the same forms and resources in writing, and some other paperwork. Congratulations."

"Thank you." Sam said, wiping away a few tears.

Tucker and Danny rushed back into the room, their voices overlapping with worry.

"Guys, enough. Open the box." Sam said, offering it to Danny.

Danny ripped it open, throwing the top aside. He dropped it in shock. "I'm…I'm…"

Tucker gasped, a huge grin on his face. "We are gonna be dads!" He yelled, rushing to hug Sam while shaking with excitement.

"I didn't know I could…" Danny said, obviously in shock.

"Danny, DANNY!" Sam yelled, snapping him out of his trance. "I demand attention for my sacrifice."

"Oh!" Danny squeaked, jumping into action. He gave Sam a peck on the cheek before grabbing her hand and flopping into one of the chairs. "We gotta call Jazzy."

"No, duh, but first, I want you two." Sam grumped, returning Danny's kiss. "I already have names for 'em." She said, resting her head on Danny's shoulder while Tucker was already looking up all the latest baby gear and thinking up his own.

"If it's Danny's bio kid, then it's gonna be Cassiopeia or Orion. If it's Tucker's bio kid, it's either Sadie or Orion. My selections are final and not up for debate."

"Yes, ma'am." Danny and Tucker intoned, only half joking. Sam's word was law, after all.

Danny counted backward in his head and gasped. "Uh, Sam. Who's gonna tell your parents that this one's probably mine?"

"Not it!" Danny and Tucker yelled, Sam catching on too late.

"Fuck." Sam hissed.

Danny chuckled. "Apparently, we are quite good at that." He earned a tug on the ear for that comment. "Ow. I deserved that."

Tucker did the math too. "Yep. First one is likely gonna be… no, wait, Danny failed math, we have got a fifty-fifty shot here."

"Meh. Doesn't mean much to me. I am bad at doing hair anyway." Sam said, only half joking.

[itwasthisorthemilitary]

May 11, 2024

Just shy of 3 months since I left Boston.

All of the volunteers in Panama Oeste have to start taking preventative malaria pills because it's getting more and more prolific in this region. This morning I got the 5 AM chiva into Chorrera to pick up my new pills. But today was with a surprise! Liv and I had been planning a super sneaky suprrise for Samuel. Sam's birthday is next week so Liv came up with a lovely little lie on why she HAD to come to Panama Oeste this weekend from Chiriqui. She boarded the midnight bus and met me at 6:15 this morning. We had a breakfast date as we waited for Sam to meet me in Chorrera. Sam and I had a routine day in Chorrera planned, new medications, wifi, cafe, ice, electricity. It was adorable seeing his face when he saw Liv was here. So I got to see two of my favorite people, I am very happy. They are currently on a little date while I do some work on my laptop in the cafe. Rumors that I might get to see Caitlin today are in the air as well, not getting my hopes up, and it's hard to communicate with her because of signal, but hopefully she's also making her way in for the new medication.

Skin has fully cleared up. Things at site are...simply what they are. As before, its less day to day and more an hour to hour frame of reference. Sometimes I feel optimistic, sometimes I feel miserable, almost always I feel exhausted. I typically do alright with the bugs, but scorpions are a different story. After my shower on Thursday night I saw about a 4" scorpion on my wall. I panicked and then smacked it with a frying pan. It wasn't enought to kill him so he fell to the floor and scurried under my shelf. Ain't no way I was about to look under that shelf. So then I kinda panicked. Why am I putting myself through this? I could be living somewhere where the odds of scoprions being in my pillow case is much closer to 0%. Also, I don't have electricity so all of this was unfolding with me holding a small, solar paneled lamp. I proceeded to completely strip my bed; sheets, pillowcases, taking the mattress off the frame, re-tucking in the bug net. The bed was safe. After I had reassembled my bed, the fucker crawled out from under the shelf. I proceeded to crunch him into a pulp with my $12 steel toed boots. He is still sitting there on the floor, I can't bear to move it, and I hope it serves as a warning to any other scoprions that find themselves in my room.

I found out that the director/teacher of the school wants me to paint a mural on one of the walls of the school. Probably either a painting of the world or the country, not sure yet. But I am headed to school on Monday to discuss more.

I also got a traditional pair of cutarras from a man in my town who makes them. I visited him on like my second day at site and he took measurements of my feet. Yesterday, he texted and said they were ready. I really love them and they fit perfectly. Not realllllly sure when I will wear them because with all the rain they're not the most practical.

Hola to everyone who is still reading this, love you <3

[dulceteris]

I didn’t end up drawing Dad!Sam, but here’s my Tank 😼🫶🏽 She likes to wear cargo pants and sweats, but for this fit, I imagine she has cargos on w/ either combat boots or steel toed boots. (Also she def convinces Sam to get steel toed boots at some point)

Knowing me, this design is gonna change lmaoooo but maybe I’ll finally put my designs of Sam and Quinn to paper soon

Anyway ik this is abt Darlin’ BUT here’s another hc I have about Sam:

Sam was born near the Tex-Mex border but lived in Louisiana for the majority of his life before he decided to stay in Dahlia. Because he was raised for the first few years of his life in Texas, he’s got a decent grasp on Spanish. Darlin’ likes to teach him new phrases, and sometimes they’ll solely speak in Spanish together. They also whisper to each other in Spanish when others are around bc most of the Shaw pack and Solaire clan can’t understand what they’re saying and it drives them crazy + they can talk about whatever w/o prying ears lolol

Also, Sam hobbies? Currently the only ones I can think of are

a) he’s the stereotypical cowboy who can play a guitar and can sing pretty good

b) he’s weird and likes to do handiwork around the house. Like, he’ll just start fiddling with people’s leaky faucets and will NOT stop until it’s fixed. He also won’t take payment istg

anyway I can’t wait to show you all how I imagine Sam

the man has SO many moles that Tank will play connect the dots with when they’re watching movies together

(she also loves to kiss each mole on his face and neck bc she’s a dork and she’s in love)

[ghostboidanny]

This is OUR hero

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Memes

A03 link

Danny Phantom’s secret identity is a very well kept secret. Not by Danny Fenton, even though he might believe that. Oh no, that boy is awful at keeping secrets. What with yelling “going ghost” in public places and using ghost abilities constantly. But the people of Amity Park … the people are excellent at keeping his secret for him. And they do not like any outsiders trying to hurt their little hero. 

A 5+1 story where different Amity Parkers finds out Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton is one and the same and can't do anything to help him. And then one time they can help him.

Prompts used this chapter:

Amity Park stands up for its own, even trouble making ghosts. by @briarlovesu  

Amity Park loves their ghost boy. by @underforeversgrace

A metal table. Of course, it was always a metal table. by @lexosaurus

Well, shit. He can’t change back! by @lexosaurus

We have a lot of identity reveal fics- how about a post reveal one? What are the consequences (positive or negative or quirky) of danny revealing his identity (accidentally or not) to either his parents, Valerie, or anyone of your choice. by @dekalko-mania

Chapter 3: This is OUR hero

Sam and Tucker let the GIW agents push them out of the facility, too dazed to protest any longer. They had failed him. They had failed Danny. 

The moment they had noticed that the last cell contained Dani, they had both reached out for Danny in an effort to hold him back. And to their surprise Valerie, Dash and Kwan had joined forces with them, all trying to pull him back into the group. But it had been for nothing. Sam and Tucker had known it the moment Danny spotted Dani. Nothing in this world or the Ghost Zone could stop Danny when someone he loved was in trouble. He’d give it his all, sacrifice anything, to keep them safe. 

He slipped through their fingers like mist, there one second and gone the next. In the blink of an eye he had crossed the distance and with a resounding boom that made half the students scream and the other half cover, he collided with the containment cell. Alarms started blaring overhead, warning about an attempt at containment breach. And then, before all the students and the guide and all the cameras, Danny transformed into Phantom. 

“Dani!” She could hear him scream, his voice filled with so much static it barely sounded human. 

The alarms started blaring out a warning about a level 7 entity loose in the facility. Wes started screaming about being right and now everyone would see. A few students started screaming about Fenton transforming into Phantom but to Sam and Tucker’s great surprise, the majority of students didn’t react with any surprise at all to this reveal. Not even Valerie. 

Before they could do more than take notice of this, a flood of white clad people started coming towards them from down the hall, weapons in their hands. While Tucker tried to think of a way to drag his best friend out of here, Sam could with a single look at Danny’s determined face tell there was no way they could make him leave. But she noticed the way Danny was hammering against the containment cell, the way the glass was breaking, and knew there was only one way for Danny to get out of there: if they gave him enough time to get Dani out too. 

She didn’t have any weapons with her, not that ghost weapons would have helped against humans, and neither did she have anything to defend herself with. It didn’t matter. With a mighty battle cry, she stormed towards the approaching GIW agents. To her great surprise, she was joined not only by Tucker, but also by Valerie, the jocks and several other students, their own battle cries on their tongues.

She threw herself over the first GIW agent, beating him with her bare fists and kicking him with her steel-toed boots. He yelped in surprise and yelled at her to cease her hysterics and let him get to the ghost, which only made her fight harder. But even with all the students that had joined in the fight, there were far more GIW agents and most could easily move past them to continue on their way to Danny. 

With horror in her heart she watched them break through their line of defense only … to be slowed down by the rest of the students in their year. They weren’t really fighting so much as standing in the way, not letting the agents through. It was still far more than Sam had expected from the likes of Mikey and the others, students who had no experience in fighting. 

With a grin, she kicked the man she was fighting between the legs and when his knees buckled she hit him over the head until he fell unconscious. The moment he was down she jumped towards the next white-clad person she could see. Maybe they stood a chance after all. 

“No! Get the children out of here before you fight the ghost!” Someone yelled loud enough to be heard over the alarm. The agents who had been trying to push through the students now started to push the students back towards the elevators, forcing them away from Danny. Sam fought more fiercely, as did the other people fighting by her side - there were several white clad bodies lying on the ground, either moaning in pain or unconscious. But as the agents started to push the other students towards her she got less and less room to fight without hurting someone innocent. 

Soon, there was no way to fight at all, as the huge number of bodies pushing against her made it impossible. Still, she and Tucker, Valerie and the jocks, were trying to fight. Fight to get back to Danny. To stop the agents from coming down on him. 

It didn’t matter. Further and further away she and the others were pushed until she could barely see Danny any longer. And then the agents started to shoot at him. Danny fought back. She could hear people screaming and blasts firing from guns and bodies hitting the floor. For a moment she held hope in her heart. Danny was pushing them back. She knew he was powerful. He had come out victorious from situations with far worse odds. He could do it again. He had to do it again. 

But the agents just kept coming. Just kept hurting him. Sam screamed, trying to push through the crying and screaming crowd around her, trying to get back to her best friend. 

And then Danny screamed. Loud enough to cut right through the alarm. Loud enough to make every person in the whole corridor still. An intense feeling of fear and hopelessness and pain flooded into her through that scream, almost bringing Sam to her knees and making more than one student around her fall over or cover their ears. A scream that was almost loud enough to be a Wail. And for a moment Sam thought that meant he had won. The Wail always made him win, even against Dan it had worked, someone powerful enough to bring the whole world to ruin. 

But then the sound cut off and Danny fell to the ground. 

There was a flash of white and then instead of Phantom, Fenton lied there. Unconscious. Defenseless. Defeated. 

The agents descended upon him like vultures upon a corpse (and wasn’t that what he was, in the end? Just another corpse because of Sam). The rest of the agents finally managed to push the students back into the elevator and the doors closed between her and Danny before she could see what happened to him. 

Which lead them to their current dazed existence. Tears dripped from Sam's eyes as she let herself be directed outside of the facility with all the other students. She was holding Tucker's hand, the only thing that felt real. Things had gone to hell in an instant and she didn't know what to do.

The sunlight as they stepped outside finally brought Sam back to reality. She was leaving Danny! The GIW had him, would do numerous horrible things with him, and she was walking away because, what? The fight hadn’t gone as she expected? The GIW agents had overwhelmed her? It didn't matter! She couldn’t leave him there! She had to save him, now!

Sam met Tucker’s eyes and saw the same conviction there. The two of them didn't really stand a chance against the horde of GIW agents, not when Danny had been defeated by them. But it didn't matter. They had to go back for him immediately. They’d fight to their last breath if they had to. They nodded at each other and as one turned around to go inside again. 

Only to find the way into the facility blocked by the rest of the students. They had all stopped in a half circle between them and the doors, all facing them. All with their faces set in determination. Valerie, the A-listers and Mr Lancer stood at the front, backs straight and with furious expressions on their faces. Sam swallowed and suddenly remembered how Valerie and the jocks had all joined in the fight against the GIW. They had been on Danny’s side then, but what about now? What would they do? 

“Miss Manson, Mr Foley, I can’t allow you to go back inside'', Mr Lancer said, his back straight and voice carrying an authority unlike anything he ever managed in the classroom.

“Didn’t you see?” Sam exclaimed, throwing her hands out in fury. “Danny is Phantom and now he’s captured! We have to go back and free him right now, so get out of our way.”

“I know”, he said calmly. He expressed no surprise over the huge revelation that had been shown to him today. In fact … most students didn’t look surprised. “I’ve known for months now that Mr Fenton is Phantom and I suspect most of the students here have also known for some time.”

He looked back at the students and almost all of them nodded. Sam’s mouth fell open. “What?! You knew? How? Why hasn't anyone said anything?”

Mr Lancer’s lips twitched but the humor quickly disappeared from his face. “Mr Fenton has a habit of transforming quite recklessly. I’ve seen him do so many times now and I reckon that’s how most others found out too.” More nods, though Valerie looked down in shame. “As for why I haven’t told anyone, I was afraid of the authorities taking him away if I did. But considering what just happened it's too late for that.”  

That immediately sobered Sam up. It didn’t matter if Mr Lancer and what seemed like half the school had known about Danny being Phantom, not when he had just revealed himself to the Guys in White. Not when they had taken him. Which also reminded her of the fact that the students were blocking her from rescuing him. Her anger returned, hotter than before.

“You know Danny is Phantom and still you stop us from rescuing him?!” She yelled. “He’s still Danny! He’s still human! And he’s saved all of your asses numerous times, despite none of you deserving it! And you’re just going to leave him there? They’re going to torture him!”

They all flinched at her words, as if she had hit them. She wished she had, it was no less than they deserved. Tears pricked at her eyes. “He has suffered for months, all for the sake of this stupid town, all for your sake. None of you have done anything to help him and now, when you can do something for him, you’re going to leave him to his fate? I hate all of you!”

Mr Lancer stepped forward to stand right before her. She braced herself for his mockery, for him to say cruel things about her friend and to her for having helped him. “You’re right and I’m sorry.” Her mouth fell open in surprise for the second time in minutes. An adult actually apologizing? To her? “I should have done more to help Mr Fenton and I will help him now. But, please understand that we can’t do this alone.”

He turned and gestured first to the facility behind them, the facility built like a fortress, and then to the students gathered before it. For the first time Sam noticed that more than one of them sported bruises or bloody noses. For the first time she saw that several were openly weeping and that the rest looked crestfallen and guilty. 

“While you and Mr Foley as well as Miss Gray and the football team stood your ground admirably against the agents, the rest of us have no fighting experience. As became evident when we tried to stand in the way of the agents, we don’t have much to put up against them. I can’t allow the rest of my students to be harmed, not when it wouldn't even lead to Daniel's rescue.” 

“I don’t understand why that happened at all!” Mikey suddenly exclaimed. “Fento- Phan- Danny has at least tried to be careful before, and suddenly he’s revealing his identity in front of everyone, including the Guys in White? And for what? Some ghost girl? It doesn't make sense!”

“That ‘ghost girl’ is his sister”, Sam growled out. 

Several of the students gasped at that and started muttering among themselves. Dash exclaimed out loud: “That was Jazz?!”

Sam rolled her eyes and huffed. “No, that was Danielle. She’s Danny’s younger sister.”

“I didn’t know he had a younger sister.”

“You think Danny being Phantom was the end of his secrets? You don’t know the half of it, of everything he’s suffered for this town.” Revealing Dani’s identity as a clone felt wrong without her there to have a say in it. And these people had no right to know every part of Danny’s trauma. They had done nothing to deserve it. Not revealing Danny’s secret to others was just like … common decency. 

“This is not important right now”, Tucker snapped. “The only thing that matters is getting Danny and the others out of there. How the hell are we going to do that?”

The other’s all fell silent, not meeting their eyes. It was clear that none of them - not even Mr Lancer, despite him leading the protest - had any idea on how to get Danny out of the GIW headquarters. Sam’s rage was rising again. But beneath it her fear was growing stronger, breaking through the rage she was using to hide it. Danny was trapped with the Guys in White. Dani too, and had been for who knew how long. She might have already been tortured. If she and Danny remained any longer though, it was guaranteed they’d both get tortured. 

She wanted to cry, to scream, to break down. They’d been through so much already, and now this? This was their worst nightmare becoming real. And almost the worst part of it all was that all these people had known Danny’s secret for who knew how long. They had known and had sat back and watched as their classmate, their student, fought every day to keep them safe. Danny had suffered for months, the three of them had all suffered for months, trying to keep the ghosts from hurting anyone. 

They had known. They had left them to their fates. And now they still refused to act. 

“We tell everyone”, a voice said, cutting through her thoughts. The students turned around and parted to let one of them pass through. Wes Weston. The one person who had always made it clear he knew about Danny and who had always tried to expose him. Though Danny had acted cocky with him for the most part, Sam knew it had been a façade. He had been terrified that someone one day would listen to Wes. That his parents or the GIW would hear his theories and believe them. 

“YOU!” She yelled and lunged for his throat. Only Tucker’s arms grabbing her around the waist stopped her from scratching his eyes out. Wes jumped backwards, covering before her rage. “You bastard! Were you behind this? I bet you were! Finally you’ve exposed Danny! Are you happy now? FUCK YOU!”

“Sam, calm down!” Tucker yelled, clinging onto her and holding her back despite her best efforts to break free. 

She turned a betrayed look towards him. “Are you on his side?”

“Absolutely not! I’m fucking furious with him too, but there’s no way he could have planned this! We would have known, I literally hack into his stuff like once a week. I checked yesterday to be safe and there were no plans about this then. He’s a bastard but he's innocent in this case.”

Sam slumped in his arms and rapidly blinked to keep the tears from escaping. Tucker slowly let go of her to instead wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a half-hug. Tucker gave Wes a look that was so cold Sam almost thought he was the one with cryo powers. “What do you mean by ’we tell everyone’?”

Wes eyed them with caution but seemed to decide they wouldn't try to attack him again. He cleared his throat and stepped closer to them. “I mean that we go on the news and tell all of Amity Park what just happened. That Danny is Phantom and that the GIW have him captured.”

“You just want to show everyone you were right, don’t you?”

“I mean … that is part of it. Especially since the whole school apparently decided to gaslight me about Danny being Phantom. You all knew and just let me think you didn’t, making me feel crazy!” Sam gave him a dark look and he quickly shut his mouth and took a deep breath. “But all that is in the past. However! I have not only told everyone in school about Danny, I’ve told every single person in Amity that would listen for even one second. And now I’m pretty certain it wasn’t just the school gaslighting me, but the whole town!”

“Wait …”, Tucker said slowly, feeling like his whole world was upending itself. “You’re telling me … the whole town knew about Danny?”

“Maybe not everyone, but … maybe enough.”

“Enough for what?” Sam snapped. She didn’t have any patience left and if Wes continued to mock her like this she didn't care about the teachers being right there, she’d kick him in the balls.

Wes grinned suddenly. It was the wild grin of a person who had never had all his marbles to begin with but had now lost them all. “Enough to kick some ass.”

Comprehension dawned slowly in Sam’s mind and matching grins spread over Sam’s and Tucker’s faces. The rest of the students and teachers gathered looked between the three teens with fear, but also with determination. They had all failed Danny, their hero, today, but those scary grins gave them hope that maybe they would get the chance to make up for it. 

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The students and their teachers finished plotting. They piled onto the bus that had taken them on this utterly failed field trip and it drove them around the city, dropping them at different key targets. The school, the police station and the news station to name a few. 

1. Mr Lancer and the school

Edward Lancer called all the teachers together and told them what had happened. None of them had ever talked to each other about a certain student transforming into their local hero. But when Lancer told them, none of them showed any surprise about the identity of their hero. And none of them hesitated to answer his call to action. They jumped to their feet and gathered whatever weapons they could find and went to organize the students. 

Students that didn’t really need organization as Paulina had already spread the news to the school about what had happened. Every single student immediately picked up any little scrap that could pass for a weapon and painted warpaint on their faces with mascara. Once the teachers were ready, they were already standing at attention outside, like child soldiers ready for battle. Danny Phantom had saved everyone in the school more times than they could count. And Danny Fenton was one of theirs. No one got to hurt him. Today, the GIW would learn to fear teenagers.

2. Officer Jason and the police

Police officer Jason Bergstrom smiled when his little brother Mikey entered the police station. His smile quickly dropped when he saw how pale and shaken his brother was. His smile quickly became an angry grimace when Mikey told him what had happened during his school trip. 

Jason quickly called Carl and the captain over, as well as the rest of the station. He relaid to them everything Mikey had said and their faces twisted first into fear and then into grim determination. They had never had the tools to deal with the ghosts that attacked the city, not even with the recent purchase of Fentonwork weaponry. Danny Phantom performed a vital part of the defense of the city, without him it would have fallen to the ghosts long ago. Not to mention that the few times more mundane troubles had hit the city, the ghost had been one of the first on the scene to help out. In all that time, they hadn’t been able to do anything to help Danny Fenton in return, except delete some security footage and try to keep his parents away from wherever the ghost fight was taking place. Finally, they could do something to actually help a child in need. 

Within minutes every police officer in the city was armed to the teeth and ready for battle. 

3. Valerie and the Major

Valerie flew into Vlad’s office on her hoverboard and resisted the urge to gag when he turned a fake, slimy smile her way. Luckily, her next few words knocked that smile right off his face. “I know that you’re a halfa.”

Vlad’s eyes narrowed in a dangerous fashion. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear. Are you feeling alright?”

“Cut the bullshit, Vlad, I don’t have time for it. I know that you’re a halfa, and I know that Danny and Dani are halfas too. More important is that as of an hour ago, the GIW also knows that Danny is a halfa and they have imprisoned not only him, but Dani and at least a dozen other ghosts in their headquarters. My classmates are currently spreading this information to the rest of the town in order to raise an army to rescue them from the GIW. While I want to think that you would join us out of care for two children, if that’s not enough then just think about how long it would take them to realize that you are a halfa, now when they are aware such a thing is possible. So I hope that you will at least join us out of self preservation.”

Vlad’s blood grew cold for a second before anger burned through his veins, making his eyes glow red. He bared his teeth as a growl rose from his throat. “Those bastards have gone too far this time. I’m in.”

4. Sam, Tucker and The Fentons

Tucker and Sam hesitated on the street, staring up at Fentonworks. The familiar building felt foreboding, looming over them. 

“I’m not sure we should be doing this”, Sam said, unease churning in her guts. “Danny never trusted them with his secret for a reason. They never listened to him about ghosts and they’ve shot at him more times than I can count. How can we be sure that if we tell them, they won’t just take the GIWs side?”

“Even if we don’t tell them, the secret is already out. If it isn’t already on the news then it will be any second. And even if they miss the news, they will most likely not miss the army of people going to storm the GIW.”

“If there will be an army”, Sam muttered, not daring to hope just yet. The city had never helped them before, why would they bother now?

Tucker ignored her. “And I’ve been thinking the whole way here. Our classmates and teachers all knew that Danny is Phantom and they assured us that many more people in town know too, but that there is a silent agreement to not say anything about it. They were so good at keeping it secret that we never realized. But when I think about it, almost all complaints about Phantom have disappeared, and those that remain are mostly about ghosts and destruction in general than about him. And Valerie, she knew too, and a couple of weeks back she agreed to that truce with Danny.”

“What’s your point?” Sam sneered, out of patience for piercing together what Tucker was talking about. “That we’ve been ignorant? Stupid? Worse at hiding than we thought?”

“Well … yes”, Tucker said with a grimace. “But also, if all those people knew and their behavior changed accordingly…”

Sam gasped as she realized. “Danny’s parents have almost completely stopped hunting ghosts and he said they’ve been acting a bit skittish around him. You think they know. That they’ve known for a while already.”

“Exactly. They must know and since they stopped hunting Danny rather than just … just lock him in their lab to do experiments on him or tell the GIW about him … then they will help us.”

Silence descended between them as the pain once more bore down on them as they thought of Danny in the hands of the GIW. But the thought also finally spurred them into action. Danny needed them and they needed help from as many people as possible if they were to rescue him. They needed his parents' help and … they deserved to know what had happened to Danny. 

After taking a deep breath, Sam rang the doorbell. A minute later Jazz opened the door and they relaxed a bit. If she was home she would be able to help them wrangle her parents. Jazz eyes immediately sharpened when she saw them standing there without Danny. “What’s happened?”

“Danny was taken by the GIW and they know his secret”, Tucker explained. Jazz’s face morphed into an expression of horror and he hurried to continue before she could get too panicked. “We are gathering an army to storm their headquarters so we will definitely get him out but …”

“But you need to tell my parents”, she filled in. While there was still horror and some panic in her expression, there was also steel in her eyes and determination in the way she squared her shoulders. “Alright, I’ll help you. Come in.”

They walked inside the familiar house and Jazz led them down into the basement where her parents were working on some new invention. Not a gun, for once, or anything that looked remotely like a weapon actually. Hopefully, it was a good sign. 

“Mom, dad”, Jazz said, gaining their attention. “We have something really important to tell you. It’s about Danny.”

The adults exchanged looks and then nodded at each other. Maddie was the one who spoke up, her voice wavering with tears. “We … we already know that Danny is Phantom.”

Jazz gasped, her hands flying to her mouth and even though Tucker had considered it, he still was surprised. Sam regarded them with suspicion and barked: “How did you figure it out?” 

“I … I noticed that Danny and Phantom had the same injuries and then one night when I went to check on Danny he had a nightmare and … he talked in his sleep. He dreamt about me h-hurting him, he was a-afraid of me.”

Jack stepped up to place an arm around Maddie’s shoulders as she sobbed. “Maddie told me what she had discovered.” His eyes also glittered with tears. “Please, believe us that once we found out we immediately stopped trying to hurt him. We love Danny, he’s our son!”

“That’s right! We love him!” Maddie sniffed and leaned into her husband’s side. Then she dried her tears and straightened up. Her voice was filled with pain but steady once she spoke again. “I assume you came here to tell us in his stead to gauge our reaction and make sure he would be safe around us. It’s okay, I understand and I’m just glad he has your support.”

Sam wasn’t sure she did believe them, and neither Tucker or Jazz were willing to completely trust them, but they had much bigger problems to deal with currently. “I’m afraid that your reaction to Danny is the least of our problems right now.” Sam took a deep breath as she prepared to tell Danny’s family what had happened to him. “Today, during the field trip to the GIW headquarters, we discovered that they had managed to capture several ghosts and were holding them in cells and experimenting on them. And in the last cell … was Dani, Danny’s ghost little sister.” Jazz gasped in horror, tears springing to her eyes. She knew all about Dani and how much Danny loved her. She would immediately understand what had happened.

Tucker continued the tale when Sam’s voice failed her. “Danny transformed into Phantom and tried to break her out of her cell but this alerted the GIW agents and dozens of them came to attack him. We tried to hold them off but there were too many of them and Danny was so busy trying to break Dani out that he barely defended himself against the agents. They … they defeated him. They captured him.”

Jazz was sobbing by now and her parents were listening with horror growing on their faces. Even Sam and Tucker couldn't help but cry as they remembered what had happened.

“The GIW forced us and the rest of the class out of the headquarters. When we tried to go back inside to rescue Danny, the rest of the students and our teachers stopped us. Apparently, they all knew that Danny was Phantom and had known for some time. They told us a lot of people in town also knew. We hurried back to Amity and then all went to different places to tell as many people as possible about what happened. We’re gathering an army big enough to storm the GIW headquarters and save Danny. And … we hoped that you would join us.” 

The horror on their faces steeled into determination. Jack walked over to a pair of locked doors and opened them, revealing all the weapons they had built. There were hundreds of weapons, both short and long ranged and of different power levels. He pulled out a pair of metal gloves and put them on his hands before hitting them together with a metallic clang. Then he gave his wife a baseball bat and a few smaller guns that did not look like they were supposed to be used on ghosts. 

“The GIW will regret the day they so much as touched a hair on our boy’s head. Count us in.”

5. Literally just … so many people

Lance Thunder was for once able to do just a weather reportage - you know, as was his job description - since no ghosts had been seen in a few days. He was overjoyed. He was standing in front of the camera in the studio for once, instead of out in the field, braving flying cars and angry ghosts to give Amity Park the latest news. There was a nice weatherboard behind him and he opened his mouth to tell the public about how the weather was going to be for the next few days. Before he could speak, his daughter Star burst into the recording room and ran over to him, ignoring the security guard trying to stop her. 

“Star? Are you okay? ” he asked, staring in confusion as she came to a stop next to him. 

Instead of responding, she turned to look straight into the camera. “Danny Phantom turned into Danny Fenton in the middle of the GIW headquarters! We tried to fight the agents off but there were too many of them and they captured him! Please Amity Park, our hero is in danger and needs our help! He’s saved us so many times, it’s time for us to save him!”

Lance gasped, horror clasping his heart in clammy hands. He knew this must be true, because there was no way his daughter would interrupt him on the news like this otherwise. And there was absolutely no way she would have revealed Phantom’s human identity on live television unless it was paramount for the boy’s safety. While he still worried what the Fenton’s reaction would be, he had to admit that they hadn’t actually been hunting Phantom for weeks. Maybe they, like the rest of the town, just hadn’t known who Phantom was and just recently found out. But it didn’t matter now anyway. Not if the GIW had him. Not if he had transformed for them to see. His safety was already in jeopardy and the doctors Fenton finding out wouldn't do much in the grand scheme of things. 

Lance stepped up to put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. She looked up at him with fear and hope mixing in her eyes. “You heard it here first, Amity Park! Danny Phantom needs our help! Grab whatever weapons you have and let's go save our hero!”

All across Amity, the citizens were either getting the news directly from their children who had been to the GIW headquarters, or heard the call to arms on the news. All across Amity, the citizens grabbed knives and baseball bats, tool boxes and tasers. Anything they could fight with. 

All across Amity, the citizens answered the call to save THEIR hero. 

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Danny woke slowly, his whole body aching. It felt like he’d been hit by a train - which had actually happened once so he knew what he was talking about. All he wanted to do was sleep a bit longer, but someone was insistently shaking his shoulder. 

“Five more minutes, mom”, he groaned. He felt tired down to his bones. 

“Wake up!” That voice did not belong to his mom. In fact, that sounded an awful lot like Dani. When had she returned to Amity Park? The last time she’d been there she had needed some ecto dejecto. Was she in trouble again? Trouble …

His eyes flew open and he sat up so fast his head spun and he almost fell over again. “The GIW! I was fighting the GIW because they had taken Dani!”

He gasped and turned to her. He reached out and seized her by the arms, looking her over. She didn’t look injured, though she seemed paler than normal. She was also in ghost form. “Are you okay? Have they hurt you? Did I manage to rescue you?” His memories of what happened came back to him sluggishly. He could barely remember anything from the moment he laid eyes on Dani in her cage. Only the need to save her was crystal clear. 

She sniffed and the sight of her tears made his heart and core both ache. “I’m okay. I’ve only been captured for two days so they’ve just barely had time to start experimenting on me. But Danny … you did not rescue me.”

“Huh?” he breathed and then for the first time since waking up, took in his surroundings. They were in a cage. “No…”

He was human. “No, no no.”

He had transformed for the whole class and all the agents to see, had revealed that Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton were one and the same. He had tried to free Dani but the GIW agents had attacked him before he could. He had fought them. And he had lost. “NO!”

Ever since the Accident, his worst nightmare had been some government agency whisking him away for experiments. But the reality was so much worse. For even in his worst nightmares, it had only been him that got captured. Only him that got hurt. But this place was filled with ghosts. And his little sister was here. Dani was here. They would experiment on her. 

He couldn't breathe. It felt like his heart and core were trying to fight each other in his chest, to finally battle for dominance and decide what he would be - human or ghost. It felt like he would die completely. That he would End. 

“Danny!” Dani exclaimed, shaking him again. “Calm down!”

She sounded so scared, so much like the little kid she looked like, that he forced the panic down, swallowing it with his nausea. Danny didn’t have time to panic right now, not as long as they were in danger and Dani relied on him to get them out. He was the older sibling, so it was up to him to act rational. Just … try to act like Jazz would. 

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat to make sure it wouldn’t crack when he spoke. “I’m alright and don’t worry, I’ll get us out of here. You’re going to be okay.”

He gently pushed her away and stumbled to his feet, biting back a wince at how stiff his body felt. His throat ached from the near Wail he’d let out and his head pounded from the hit that must have knocked him out. He still couldn’t remember how exactly he was brought down and that worried him, but he had bigger issues than some memory loss. His body was also littered with burn marks from the ecto guns and he could feel the phantom pain from electrocution in his lichtenberg scars. 

None of that mattered, not in comparison to being in a cage with Dani, deep inside the GIW headquarters. He would have to try and get them out himself. To get Dani out, no matter the cost to himself. 

Danny looked around the cell they’re in and noticed that the cracks he created while trying to free Dani weren't there, so the agents must have moved her out of her cell. Since all other cells except the very last one had been occupied, he assumed they were in that one. A slight feeling of dread builds in him at the realization. When he had walked through the corridor with all the holding cells, he had gotten the impression that the cells got stronger the further they walked. Dani’s cell had been so strong that it had taken him several full power punches to crack it. If this cell was even stronger built, then what would it take for him to break out? 

There was no way he could break it quick enough for them to get away before the alarm went off. He still had to try. 

Danny called upon his core to start the transformation into Phantom. The moment his core woke with a gentle buzz, waves and waves of electricity coursed through his body. It burned through him and in an instant his mind was forcefully brought back to the portal accident and his death. A scream tore its way out of his throat and his body spasmed in pain. 

The pain seemed to last for an eternity, but it couldn't have been more than a second before his core gave out and turned dormant in his chest again. The electricity immediately stopped. Danny fell to the floor, his body still twitching sporadically. Whimpers escaped his throat despite his best attempts to keep them in. 

Dani ran to his side and held onto him in fear. “Danny! Are you alright?”

He forced himself to lie still and bite back the pained sounds that still wanted out. He couldn't make himself smile at her, but he turned enough to look at her. Her green eyes were huge and terrified. “I’ll be fine, it’s not the first time I’ve been electrocuted. But why couldn't I transform?”

Dani sniffed and whipped at her eyes. “T-they put something in our necks when we’re captured that electrocutes us if we try to use our powers.”

Fuck, Danny thought but didn’t say out loud because he didn’t want to make Dani even more scared than she already was. If he couldn’t transform then there was no way for him to break his way out of here himself. If he had something sharp he would have tried to cut the invention out of his neck but the room was completely bare. 

Which meant that the only way out of here was through outside help. He knew that his friends would never give up on trying to get him out and that Jazz would join them in a heartbeat once she heard what had happened. But it would be up to the three of them to get into a high security facility, through at least 50 trained agents, break him and Dani out without activating the defense system, break the rest of the ghost out too - because lets face it, there was no way Danny could leave even his worst enemy behind in his place - and then get out. This was further complicated by his secret being revealed. There was no way it wouldn’t be leaked to the whole town now, so there would be even more people to oppose his friends and sister in a rescue attempt. They might be able to find some ghostly allies in the zone, but there weren’t many ghosts that would risk their own hides to launch a rescue mission.

Danny had faced a lot of seemingly impossible situations - was a seemingly impossible situation - but this one seemed utterly hopeless. 

If he had been alone this would have been the moment he broke down in tears, but with Dani relying on him, he couldn't allow himself to be distressed. She needed him. It was bad enough that she had to see him panic and in pain, he couldn't let her see him give up. Danny had to make sure she got out, one way or the other. 

While he sat in the cell and tried to think of some way, any way, to get them out of there, footsteps came closer. Dani tensed and hid behind his back. Danny in turn squared his shoulders and fell into a fighting stance. He might not have any powers currently, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight.

Five muscular men in white suits with big ecto guns in their hands came into view. Behind them were one man and one woman in white lab coats, dragging a metal table on wheels behind them. Cold sweat broke out on Danny’s body. A metal table. Of course, it was always a metal table. He’d had numerous nightmares about scenarios just like this one. 

Behind him, Dani whimpered and clutched at his shirt. He could feel her hand trembling. It strengthened him. Yes, there was a metal table and white clad scientists waiting on the other side of the cell door. Yes, he had no powers to fight back with and his scrawny human body would not be able to defeat five grown men. Yes, this was one of his worst nightmares come to life with no way to avoid it. But there was still one thing he could do. He could make sure that Dani wasn’t the one on that table. 

The cell door opened and he pushed Dani away, gently, and stepped forward despite her protests. “Stay back”, he told her, channeling all the authority he could manage into his voice and miraculously, she obeyed. 

Once there was enough space for him to squeeze through, Danny threw himself through the cell door and aimed a fist straight at the first man’s face. It connected with his nose with enough force to break it, though he could also feel something break in his hand at the same time. It didn’t matter, it was far from the worst pain he’d experienced. The man on the other hand howled in pain and backed away. It left Danny enough space to kick the next man between the legs, sending him to the floor with a wheeze.

A grin spread over his face and for a moment he thought that he might actually win. Then there was pain. 

Danny screamed as electricity coursed through his body once more, body spasming. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor, unable to even catch himself as his whole body was out of his control. He vaguely felt one of the agents kick him in the ribs, but he barely felt it over the pain the electricity caused him. For several long seconds, the electricity continued to burn through him as he twitched weakly on the floor until after an eternity, it finally stopped. 

Now unable to fight back, to do anything more than groan in pain, the three unharmed guards lifted him up as if he weighed nothing and placed him on the metal table. As they did he saw one of the scientists, the woman, place a small controller back in her pocket. It must be what’s controlling the electricity. If he could just get to it … metal bands slammed down around his wrists, ankles and around his neck, completely immobilizing him. 

“Take it to the lab”, the woman said, her voice entirely emotionless in the face of his pain. As if he wasn’t human, a kid. “Prepare it for operation.”

“Danny! No!” Dani screamed and started running towards the still open door. 

“No!” he screamed back at her, making her halt in her steps. He swallowed his fear and looked at her with as much fierce confidence as he could muster, despite having just been electrocuted - again. “You stay there!”

She did as she was told and the cell door closed between them. The agents surrounded the metal table, the guns all trained on him, while the male scientists pushed it away down the corridor. The other trapped ghosts stared at them with fear and pity in their eyes and Danny forced himself to keep the brave expression on his face until they got out of sight. Then his face crumbled in fear and tears started leaking from his eyes. 

“P-please”, he said. “Please, I’m human! Don’t do this to me!”

The woman looked back at him and for a second he had hope that she would listen, but that hope died when she pulled out a muzzle and put it over his mouth. He cried out in it, but his muffled cries went as ignored as his tears. They didn’t care that he was human, that he showed clear emotions. They didn’t care that he was a scared kid and that they were planning on cutting him open. 

Danny cried the whole way to the laboratory. 

The laboratory almost glowed, it was so white. The walls, floor and ceiling were the same spotless white. All the tabletops and shelves were made of steel, polished to an almost blinding shine. The room was bathed with bright light, enough that he had to squint against it. The scientists stopped the table he was strapped to right in the middle of the room, next to a table filled with … with knives and saws and glass jars. Everything you needed to cut a body open and examine the organs inside. More silent cries were muffled by the muzzle around his mouth. 

More scientists stood around the room, all staring at him with the same hungry expression, like he was a piece of meat. To them he might as well have been, one they intended to cut open. The guards all moved to the corners of the room, their guns still trained on him, while the scientists streamed forward to get a closer look at him. 

For several long minutes they scanned his body with different instruments, some he recognized as ghost scanners his parents had built while others were foreign to him. The scientist talked to each other about whatever the instruments said, and though he recognized some of it from his parents’ rants, most of it went above his head. The most central part - the only thing that mattered to him - was that they clearly didn’t see him as human enough to be allowed any human rights. But he was grateful for anything that would push back any cutting. If he was lucky they might get so caught up in this part of the examination they didn’t have time for the cutting today. 

The lights flickered above, but it went ignored except for a fleeting glance from the scientists. One of them brought out a needle and Danny tried to take even breaths so he wouldn’t throw up in the muzzle. He didn’t want to see if they would remove it or not if he started to drown in his own vomit. The needle pierced the skin by his elbow and red blood with tiny flecks of green ectoplasm started to drip into the syringe.

The lights flickered again, for longer this time. One of the scientists cursed the people responsible for maintaining the electric circuits. The others were too eager to study his blood to notice. More needles were procured and stuck into different limbs to draw more blood. Danny tried not to cry any more than he already did. His head was pounding as it was, becoming dehydrated would only make it worse. Would they give him any water or food while he was here? Though at this point dehydration and starvation were the least of his problems. 

The lights flickered and then went out. A minute passed and he could hear the scientist and guards scrambling around, cursing at anyone they thought might be responsible for the power outage. Hope bloomed in Danny’s chest. If the power went out they wouldn't be able to operate on him in the darkness. But he had barely thought that, when light flooded back into the room, though not as bright as before. The scientists muttered about back up generators working as they should at least. Meanwhile, Danny’s heart sank. 

The woman from before lifted up a pair of scissors. Danny stared at them in dread. She took hold of the bottom of his shirt and started cutting it open, all the way to the neckline. He tried to get away but was held firmly in place by the metal cuffs and no matter how much he cried, it went ignored. Then she cut lines to the armholes and pulled all the fabric free from him, baring his chest for them all to see. Goosebumps broke out over his skin from the cold and from the way the scientists stared at his naked chest. 

Then the scissors returned, this time cutting apart his pants. Danny struggled harder but there was no use. The only thing that happened was that the metal of the binds cut into his skin until he could feel bruises bloom. His pants fell away, leaving him in only his underwear and his shoes. He started praying that at least they would let him keep those. The humiliation was almost worse than the fear. Especially when they started poking at him with some metal instrument - luckily not a sharp one, but it bit into his flesh anyway and it was so cold. He flinched away each time it touched him but that only seemed to make the scientists more interested. 

After a few minutes of this, one man walked over with a pen. Danny stared in confusion at him until he started drawing on Danny’s chest. Three lines, two from his shoulders and one starting below his belly button, the lines meeting right above his core in a giant Y. That’s when Danny started crying and struggling in earnest. He knew that shape, he’s had numerous nightmares about it. He knew what came after it. 

“Everything is ready for the dissection to begin”, one of the scientists said. For once Danny had no trouble understanding what they were saying. He wished that he hadn’t.

Dissection not vivisection, he thought, mind turning hysterical. That answers that question. 

The table filled with knives was brought forward until it was right next to his head. He could see in full detail all the cruel instruments they would use to cut him open and dig around his organs. The woman, whom he was now pretty certain was the head scientist, picked up a scalpel. This was it. 

The scalpel was brought to one end of the Y, by his right shoulder. It was pressed gently against the skin, the bite of the cold the first thing he registered even before he could feel the sting of metal cutting through skin. He screamed into the muzzle, hysterical even as he couldn’t comprehend this was actually happening to him. It couldn't be real! This was just a nightmare and he would wake up at any moment, safe and sound in his bed!

BOOM!

The whole building shook with the force of an explosion, the sound so loud it made Danny’s ears ache. The lights went out once more. The scientists around him were thrown to the floor and unfortunately, the scalpel bit deeper into his skin as the woman holding it fell, creating a long cut across his shoulder. He cried out in pain, though no sound left the muzzle and wouldn’t have been heard above the explosion either way. Blood was already dripping from the wound in an alarming amount. 

The building settled down again, the sound dying down. A moment later the lights flickered on again, though this time they were red and much dimmer. An alarm started sounding throughout the base. The scientists scrambled about in fear while all guards but one ran out the door. The one remaining guard stalked over to Danny and pressed his gun against his head. 

“If I find out you had anything to do with this, I’m going to pull the trigger, ghost scum!” the guard growled at him. Danny was too busy freaking out over the blood leaking from his shoulder to really pay attention though, especially since no one seemed to have noticed the wound or didn't care that he was bleeding out. 

BOOM!

The building shook again as the lights flickered madly. The agent standing over him stumbled and fell, the gun getting knocked from his hand. A piece of the ceiling fell down on Danny’s hand, the one that was already hurt from before. A whimper of pain escaped him but then he noticed that the metal around his wrist was looser now. Carefully, he tried to wriggle his hand and discovered that he could do so now. 

Danny had no idea what was happening up there to make the building break apart like this, but it made him feel equal parts dread and hope. If the building fell down, he and the other ghosts would all be trapped without their powers and at least he and Dani would most likely die. But it might also be his only chance to get away. If he could just break through the manacle, free the rest of himself and get the taser in his neck out so he could use his powers again. He eyed the scalpels on the table next to him. One of them should work. 

His hand was already injured, breaking his thumb so he could slip through the manacle should be easy. Danny had broken bones before and this would be far from the worst break he’d experienced. He could do this. He had to do this, or he would most likely not get another chance to escape. The muzzle would even muffle any sounds of pain he did. This was the perfect opportunity. 

There was a commotion outside the room. People were yelling, there were strange thuds he couldn’t place and some screams of pain. He ignored it, assuming it was just more of the ceiling falling down on people. 

Come on, Danny, he thought. You can do this. Break your hand and get out of here, for Dani.

The door slammed open with enough force to knock down a scientist who hadn’t moved away in time. Five very familiar people ran into the room, all of them armed to the teeth and with their teeth bared in battle grimaces. His friends and sister he had expected would try to save him, even though he hadn’t thought they would be able to, and certainly not so soon. But the sight of his parents leading them into the room was a complete shock. 

They all stared at each other for a long moment and renewed tears started falling down Danny’s face. Never before had he been so happy to see them and the relief was so strong he would have fallen over had he been standing. They had come for him!

“Oh no you don’t”, his mom suddenly growled and raised her gun towards him. Danny froze, betrayal coursing through him, his core aching as if it was about to break. Maddie fired the gun and … she missed. Danny blinked in surprise when a man cried out in pain behind him and twisted around to see that the GIW agent had been aiming his gun straight at Danny but was now convulsing as electricity poured into him from Maddie’s taser gun. Sweet revenge.

The man fell to the floor with a scream and Maddie stalked around the table to place a foot on his chest, keeping him down. “No one hurts my baby boy.”

In the meantime Jack was running around the room and beating the scientist with the metal gloves he wore. They had been made so he could fight hand to hand with ghosts, but the humans he fought went down just as easily with a punch from his massive fists. Within seconds, all the GIW personnel were taken down. 

“Danny!” Jazz, Tucker and Sam cried in unison and ran to him. Jazz cradled his face in her hands, trying to remove the muzzle. Tucker was already working on the metal bands keeping him strapped to the table. Sam was pulling out bandages to wrap his shoulder with. 

They were here. They had come to save him. He wouldn’t be dissected after all. Danny finally broke, the tears bursting from his eyes like water from a broken dam and he sobbed so hard that he choked, the muzzle not letting him draw in enough air. 

“Oh Danny”, Jazz murmured, her eyes also filling with tears. She finally managed to remove the muzzle, gently pulling it away from his face. His skin felt raw from where it had pressed into it and snot and tears were falling down his face. Jazz still cradled his cheeks like he was the most precious thing in the world and gently whipped away his tears. “We’re here now, you’re going to be okay.”

A second later, the last of the restraints fell away from his body and he was finally free. Danny immediately reached up to clutch at Jazz’s arms, not caring that his injured hand complained, just needing to be close. She immediately pulled him into a hug and he sobbed into her shoulder. He could feel Tucker’s hands on his shoulders and Sam patting his back gently. Then another hand ran through his hand and he looked up to meet his mom’s sad eyes. 

Instinctively, he tensed under her gaze and she immediately pulled away. He missed the touch but at the same time he felt too weary of her to stand it. She was his mom and she had come to rescue him, but he didn’t know how much the other’s had told her. Dad walked up to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling sadly. “I’m sorry, Danny. I’m sorry for making you fear us and for hurting you. I’m sorry for everything. But we promise to never hurt you again.”

“D-do”, he croaked out, his voice breaking from the strain of his tears and the cries of pain he had let out. Sam ran to get a glass of water for him and he drank it greedily, the cool water a relief for his throat. The others waited patiently for him to speak again. “Do you … know about Phantom?”

Maddie sighed and looked down. “We do. We know that you’re Phantom. I found out weeks ago and told your dad and we immediately agreed to stop hunting you. We just didn’t know how to tell you that we knew, not without scaring you.”

“We never should have hunted you to begin with, Danno”, Jack sniffed.

His mind felt so slow, so heavy. They had known for weeks? That was why they had stopped hunting Phantom? Not because they were coming up with some new horrible invention that would tear him apart molecule by molecule. But because they found out his secret and didn’t want to hurt him any longer. It … it was a dream come true, the one thing he had wished with all his heart but never dared to hope for. 

A new wave of tears burst out and he threw himself into his mom’s arm. She readily caught him and cradled him to her chest. His dad then hugged the both of them, encasing them in his body. Danny couldn't recall the last time he had felt this safe. 

“Not that this isn’t very touching, but we should probably wait with this until we’re out of here and Danny has gotten proper medical attention”, Sam drawled. 

Danny immediately pulled away from his parents, a renewed spike of fear tearing through him. “Dani!” He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten about her, even for a second. “I have to rescue her!”

Jazz stopped him before he could stand up from the metal table. “Dani is already being rescued.”

“W-what? How?”

Tucker suddenly started laughing. “Man, you won’t believe what happened after you transformed into Phantom in front of the whole class.”

Danny had of course been aware that he transformed in front of his class, but in the moment only Dani had mattered. And then afterwards the most important part was that the GIW knew he was a halfa. Though when he thought about it, he vaguely remembered that some sort of commotion broke out between his classmates and the GIW agents. “Are our classmates alright?”

“They're fine, but apparently none of them were actually surprised by you being Phantom! All of them already knew!”

“What do you mean they already knew?”

“Apparently, you have been awful at keeping your secret from the town. Almost every single one of our classmates have seen you transform at least once. So after we left the GIW headquarters none of them were surprised by your reveal. Though apparently they’ve been gaslighting Wes into thinking he was the only one to find out your secret? Because they were angry he was trying to expose you? Because get this: the whole town had a silent agreement to keep your identity safe!”

“The … the whole town?” Danny asked, feeling weak all of a sudden. They had all known that he was Phantom? For how long? Before they started accepting him as the town hero? Or did they only accept him because they knew he was half human? He didn’t know what would be worse. 

Sam gave Tucker a weak punch to the bicep, making him yelp, but when she glared at him he shut his mouth. “Apparently people found out bit by bit over time as they caught you transforming. Not everyone knew before today, but the majority did. Them keeping silent about your secret was the least they could do, and frankly they should have done more. But it really helped us today. You see, our classmates went around town and told everyone what happened to you here and we managed to gather up an army of townspeople to come rescue you. That’s the only reason we could defeat the GIW today. The town saved you, Danny, and all the other ghosts too.”

“The whole town knows my secret and … and they came to save me?” Danny asked, unable to wrap his mind about this revelation. He had thought many times about what might happen if he revealed his secret to everyone, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that they would stand up for his sake. That they would fight for his sake. “Why?”

Jazz squeezed his uninjured shoulder. “You can ask them once we get out of here.”

Danny startled. He had actually managed to forget that he was still in the GIW headquarters, still on the operation table where he only minutes ago was about to be cut open. He shivered, and not only because he was almost naked. Suddenly he couldn’t stand being here for even a minute longer. 

When he tried to rise from the table, his legs gave out beneath him and only his father’s quick reflexes saved him from falling face first on the floor. “Whoa there, Danno, take it easy.” 

Jack pulled Danny into a princess carry as if he weighed nothing. If he hadn’t been so exhausted, Danny would have protested being carried like that, but instead he practically melted into his dad’s arms. His head ached with every beat of his heart, his throat and mouth felt drier than a desert, his eyes were swollen from all the crying and his shoulder and hand just hurt. Not to mention that he could still feel the phantom pains from the electrocution coursing through his body. Not having to walk in this state was a relief. 

Another shiver wrecked his body and Maddie almost tore a lab coat from one of the scientists and helped Danny dress in it. It was better than going around in only his underwear, but the white color made him feel slightly nauseous. Jack gently hugged him closer and Danny hid his face in his dad’s shoulder. He felt like a little kid again, being carried like this and cared for so attentively by his parents. He’d missed it more than he’d known. 

As they were about to step outside, Danny remembered something important. “Oh wait! In the pocket of that woman is a controller that is connected to something in my neck that electrocutes me if I try to use my powers.”

At his words, Tucker immediately ran to the indicated woman and rummaged in her pockets until he found the controller. He fidgeted with it for a moment - and Danny was a little nervous that he would activate it by mistake - before he pressed a button and a beep could be heard from his neck. “There, I turned it off.”

Danny called on his core and flickered into invisibility for a second, breathing out in relief when he could do so without any electricity burning through him. It immediately made him feel safer that he could fight back if he had to. He turned his left, uninjured, hand intangible and swept through his neck until he found something foreign lodged in the flesh. He pulled it out and saw a little metal invention sitting in his hand, deceptively innocent looking. It crunched with a satisfying sound in his hand. He was free. 

Outside in the corridor, several unconscious GIW agents lay sprawled across the floor, many with bruises or blood covering them. Danny couldn’t help a small, satisfied smile at the sight. Dad just stepped over the bodies like he didn’t even see them, even though he must have put at least some of them down himself. 

Tucker led them through the long corridors and through several doors. Danny hadn’t realized the scientists had taken him so far, but then again he had been very busy freaking out over being cut open so maybe he could be excused for not noticing. Along the way they found more unconscious agents and even some scientists or other personnel. There was also a surprising amount of destruction all over the place, with doors torn open, ceiling tiles lying on the floor, equipment knocked over and shredded paper everywhere. Maybe some of it was from the explosions, but an army of people must have come after the destruction and torn it apart for it to look like this

That reminded Danny of something, though. “Did … did you guys cause the explosion?”

“Of course!” Jack said and looked very proud of himself. “Patented Fentonwork explosives were used to blow up the front entrance and to take out the power source keeping all the ghosts contained! Made quite the Boom, I’d say!”

“Yeah”, Danny said and a little chuckle, more air than sound, escaped him. It still surprised him that he could laugh already, after what happened, but it felt good. That explained the explosions and the power going out, but there was still one thing missing from the scene of battle around him. “Where is everyone?”

Tucker tapped something on his PDA. “Either chasing down the last few remaining agents or helping the ghosts out of the building. We’re almost by the holding cells so you’ll see them soon.”

Danny immediately buried deeper into his dad’s embrace at that news. Logically he believed his family and friends that the town had helped him and therefore must accept him. But his feelings were not so logical. It felt like he was being brought ever closer to his doom, that the moment the townspeople saw him, they would turn on him, calling him a freak of nature and condemning him for every little mistake he’s made as Phantom. 

They finally reached the corridor with all the holding cells, now open. The corridor was full of people, either leading the ghosts towards the elevator or trying to coax the more afraid ones out of their cells. There were so many humans - hundreds of them - and not only from his school, but many he had never seen before. People had come in their work clothes so he could see nurses and office workers and truckers and construction workers. He could see teenagers and young adults but also middle aged people and some grannies with knitting needles in their hands. All kinds of people from all over Amity Park, helping the ghosts that had terrorized them for months. All of them had rudimentary weapons, though most had tucked them away. There were also a dozen or so GIW agents bound in handcuffs and watched by a couple of police officers. He could also see Lance Thunder and his cameraman filming something further away, reporting to the city what was going on. 

And there, near the elevators, was that Vlad? Huh, it was. Danny had never thought he would see the day Vlad willingly risked his own skin to save Danny like this. Next to him stood Valerie, scowling at Vlad and eyeing the ghosts wearily, but not reaching for any of the many guns on her person. Even she had come to save him, despite hating ghosts? Sure, they had a truce in place, but this was much further than the truce demanded she help him. She must also know the truth about him and had come to save him, despite how much she had hated Phantom in the past. 

As they stepped into the corridor, all movement and sound died down as people turned to look at him. Danny shrank back, hiding in the overly large lab coat and trying to shield himself in his dad's arms. Jack hugged him tighter and the rest of his loved ones stepped closer to them, creating somewhat of a shield between him and the other people. 

The silence was broken by one voice. “DANNY!” Dani screamed and ran over to them, still in ghost form, and threw herself at him. Danny automatically opened his arms for her and only his dad’s strong grip on him stopped him from falling to the floor when Dani wrapped herself around him like a koala. His shoulder and hand grumbled at the treatment, but he was too happy to see her again to acknowledge the pain.

“Are you alright?” he asked, hugging her as close as physically possible. His core vibrated happily in his chest, a purring sound filling the silent corridor. He was so relieved to see her that he didn’t even feel embarrassed by the sound, for once. “Why are you still here? You should get out of here!”

“As if I could ever leave without you!” She scoffed, but the purring of her core gave her away. She pointed to the rest of the ghosts and he noticed that not one of the ghosts had actually left yet. “You wouldn't have left without us so none of us would leave so long as you were still stuck here. And am I alright? Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” He hesitated for a second too long and a little growl escaped her. “Those bastards, they did! I’m so sorry Danny, I shouldn’t have let them take you.”

“No, don’t say that, I asked you to stay back so you wouldn’t get hurt and I’m glad you did. And I’m not even badly hurt! I’ve had much worse.” His dad’s arms tightened around him for a second at those words and a worried murmur broke out around them. Danny flinched at the sound. His relief at seeing Dani again had made him forget the rest of the people gathered. 

He pulled away from Dani and she reluctantly let go and floated down to stand on the floor again. She didn’t go far away from him, though, staying close enough that she could rest a hand on his shoulder in a protective gesture. Danny loved her so much. 

“You…” Danny began, looking from person to person. Inexplicably, tears gathered in his eyes.  “You all came to … to save me, despise what I am. Why?”

The people in the corridor all exchanged glances and then an old woman stepped forward, going up to him where he lay in his father’s arms. She used a cane to walk and yet she had still come here to save him. When she came too close, his eyes automatically flashed green in warning and he froze up, fearing that his display of ghost powers would turn the people against him. But the old woman just smiled sadly at him and stayed where she was, not getting closer but not backing away either. 

“Oh dear boy”, she said. “Ghost, human or something in between, you’re an Amity Parker and we will always protect our own.”

In that moment, Danny finally believed that the people of Amity Park had truly come to save him. That they didn’t hate him or saw him as a disgusting freak of nature. Instead they had fought for his sake. In that moment, something broke inside of him and a flood of tears burst forth. He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed even as his core buzzed happily in his chest. Jack hugged him tighter and the rest of his family huddled closer, all of them patting or stroking whatever part of him they could reach. He was so warm and so safe, surrounded by these people who had come to save him, despite knowing exactly what he was. 

And the rest of the gathered people? They all raised their voices and called out their own support. “You’ve saved us so many times, it was time for us to save you!” “No way we were going to let these assholes in white take you!” “We love you Phantom!” “You’re one of us!”

And the loudest call of them all, repeated again and again by numerous people, human and ghost alike: “You’re OUR hero!”

They loved him. The citizens of Amity Park and the ghosts and his family. They all loved him despite what he was, despite his secret being in the open now. They had loved him for weeks and months and years. Tears still poured down his face, but an overjoyed laugh escaped him, harmonizing with the purring of his core. 

Together, they walked out of the place Danny had thought would become his tomb and instead had become a symbol of how loved he was. 

[burnsopale]

Cut scene from PtCtB: swamp dragons

It was said that cats and dogs could sense changes in their owner’s mood, and would comfort you if you were having a bad day.

Swamp dragons were a lot less intelligent than other pets, but they were capable, in lucid moments, of a great deal of love, especially towards the people who gave them treats.

The only problem with being cuddled by a swamp dragon was that their drool was corrosive, their claws could rend wood, and they might explode at any time.

Sam and Sybil just sort of lived with that. Vimes was used to wearing steel-toed slippers around the house to make sure no one ate his toes when he stuck them under the dinner table. He had resigned himself to going through an endless parade of new trousers, as the old ones were slashed, chewed and dribbled on. And he dutifully let the little ones ride around on his shoulder while he re-rigged and adjusted the traps on the roof, to get them used to shoulder-sitting before they were given to new owners.

That day, he came home to find his wife buried in fish-eyed, scaly critters. They were in her lap, on her shoulders, on the back of the chair, and climbing her legs. A purple dam put her head back and gave a mournful wail, a sound somewhere between a banshee and a goose. A round, green baby-dragon rolled backwards off the armrest and lay on the carpet looking at Vimes upside down.

Upon noticing daddy’s arrival, a few of them waddled over to circle and sniff him, peer blearily up to see if he was dangerous, and, regardless of whether or not he was, if he had brought treats. In a sense, since anything can kill a swamp dragon, it is also true that nothing can kill a swamp dragon; if a knight had brandished a sword against this lot, they would have eaten it. And then his armour. And then his horse.

Sybil was sitting with her arms around Dribble, her face against his. He was tucked into the crook of her neck and appeared to be asleep despite the chorus of fluting and the occasional wail from the dam.

Vimes waited, but Sybil did not look up.

He drew a deep breath and let it out again.

“Alright, you lot, time for bed,” he said, picking up Scalebard Jumpforjoy XVII under one arm and hoisting Measle Moonbeam up onto his shoulder, where she dug her claws in and trembled in her perpetual anxiety.

The purple dam wailed again.

“All of you,” Vimes said.

[bloodsaltedshifting]

@ruinedmyself || bruises and bruising || accepting!

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

karaoke night poker. dollar whiskey. bad idea.

doing the walk of shame from the bar down the road to the hotel you're holed up in with your brother shouldn't feel as god damn dreadful as this one does. but damn it! this one? this one is for the books. why? cause not only is dean bloodied up something pretty damn furious. knuckles. busted lip. a good sized knot forming on his forehead just above a cracked open brow. and a sure to be shiner on that same eye. but he lost what winnings he had from his card game (which might've been the start of the whole brawl to begin with) and he's about five sheets to the wind on cheap booze.

got some really cheap lipstick smeared over his collar and up into his hair that he doesn't even remember getting there and he can only hope it was from the lady left over that looked like roadkill dressed up for halloween and not the guy dressed up on the stage singing blondie's heart of glass complete with her 70's get up straight from the goodwill dumpster...

.............HOLY SHIT he has bottomed out before but whatever town this is? it drug him under the dumpster and then threw it right the hell on top of him. why? cause goodwill bin debbie hairy was the one who started slinging fists so hard that dean couldn't keep dodging cause three of debbie's buddies (two had steel toed boots, party foul!) were doing the same and even though she was a guy (literally..just a guy with a beard dressed up like debbie harry or as he put DEBBIE HAIRY--it was a schtick) until dean and his drunk ass was a.) broke and b.) broken.

sober? might not've been a problem. back up? definitely coulda handled four on two. but pulling a god damn knife on people swinging fists? he wasn't gonna do that even if he was losing cause.. he spit blood on the ground and wrapped a bloody knuckled palm around the hilt of his knife and rolled his eyes as he shouldered the door open. they were using fists. he used fists. stupid. whatever. so he tossed the knife on the table soon as he walked in the room, threw sam a look and walked to the little sink to spit a mouthful of blood in it. a groan leaves his mouth as he palms some mess off. "guys. and one ugly lady. turns out. bearded debbie hairy's back up singers don't mess around. this town takes karaoke pretty damn serious. shoulda gone for stairway."

[safetypinned]

@murderdeals (crowley) || big, long gore / horror prompt meme || accepting!

034   ...   red room

took sam a long time to track down where they were stealing away these women to. vampires. providing a service to the sick and twisted rich few. the entire ring was run out of an old asylum/ tuberculosis hospital about six miles out of the city. creepy place. bars on the windows. broken glass on the ground floor and darkened, shadowy mirrors to the outside world on the uppers. marked on a map was a stormcellar door that appeared to have a modern lock. looked like something a random security guard or maintanence would use. like the place was left but not forgotten. nor willing to be parted with.

what sam saw when he, finally, got into the website? and their cameras filled the screen? made him sick in the stomach to the point he almost threw up. women being fed on. torn apart by hungry fangs and claws. tortured and screaming victims. some where alone and trying to scratch their way through walls made of stone and concrete til their nails were ripped off and their fingers bled. voices hoarse from all the screaming. or the gaping holes in their necks. barely healed. some not even bothering to be shut. before, they too, were shredded into bits all for the prying eye of some sick bastards that were getting off on this shit. he blew up dean's phone the minute he had the hard hit on the location. and his alias had an instant messaging offering to come and watch.

sam's thumbnail was turned into a mess as he sat there, chewing on it and waiting for the call back that was taking too DAMN LONG. made him wonder what the hell was going on with his brother. dean don't make me come find you. the longer he sat? the more he decided, fuck it. took him only a little while to jog there from the busstop the cab dropped him off at. three miles into the woods and down a hill into the clearing where the place sat would've been even faster if it weren't for the bag on his back. he almost finished with the code that appeared in his messenger when, just before he hit pound, he heard something swing through the air. his world flashed brilliantly white for a split second. then BLACK.

that was about two hours ago. before sam woke in one of the rooms he saw on the cameras. a little bundle of red lights beamed his way from the corner. the taste of chemicals and rot in the back of his mouth. blood trickled down his nose. a voice told him to hold on. they'd be right with him. and..they were. two vampires. one entered carrying his bag. and one of the vials of dead man's blood in his hand. inspecting it with bared fangs. his cuffed hands provided no shield to the steel toed boot that swung up and caught him in his ribs. a grunt separated his lips and sam spit out the blood he coughed up with a heaving breath. 'we're gonna send you back to your brother in a jar.. that's all that's going to be left.' reddened teeth were bared behind the winchester's pulled back lips. sam spit another glob of blood towards them. anger. rage. long took over fear. he was lured here. he fucked up. is he pissed off more at himself or them and what the hell they were up to? hard to tell. the smell of sulfur fills his senses. doesn't seem to get the attention of his captors as they advance, sam's trying to work his hands free from his bindings. a familiar little cough. the sound spun all their heads around towards the demon standing directly behind them. crowley??

[blowjob-horseguy]

Hello My Old Heart

(Fic Sneak peak)

The first thing Sam felt was empty.

Like there was a pit in his stomach, so wide and deep it couldn’t be ignored. A gaping chasm right in the center of him. Like he had been scooped out and left gutless.

The absence left its fingertips all up his spine. It grabbed anything it could get its cold, dark hands on and pulled it into itself.

It was a feeling far too familiar, and it left Sam shaking.

How? How can this be happening again?

A child with long stringy hair and clothes about 4 sizes too big sat in the middle of a motel room.

That was him. 6 years old.

A snot nosed, red eyed, skinny little thing. Who had to ball the sleeve ends of his shirt up in his little fists to keep his hands from being engulfed.

He sat in the middle of the filthy carpet rocking back and forth. Sniveling and breathing hard; trying to stop crying.

It always used to be so hard to stop once he got started.

Sam, adult Sam, sat on the motel bed and surveyed the scene in front of him. If this was going to happen, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Lucifer always gets what he wants anyway.

It was a day Dean and John had gone out shooting. He had woken up all alone locked in their motel room. It was the first time he remembered Dean ever leaving him alone. A big part of him was terrified he wouldn’t be coming back.

There had always been something about the way Sam’s dad looked at him, even this young he’d seen it.

Something sharp in his eye, like he was always sizing him up, ready to bolt.

He used to think Dean saw it too. That that’s why Dean held on to him so tightly.

If only he’d known at the time how wrong that was.

Suddenly a shadow appeared in the hotel window. A dark figure breaking apart the morning light streaming from behind the motel's white curtains.

The second the shadow fell across his face, Little Sam’s lungs stopped heaving; stopped breathing at all.

Suddenly Sam was the quietest thing in the room; he stilled himself so forcefully that it was like he was trying to stop existing entirely.

He balled his tiny fists up even tighter, and his red rimmed eyes went wide as he stared at the figure in the window.

The figure didn’t move.

It looked like John, huge and looming. But there was no sign of Dean with him. Just one large man, standing, staring.

It felt like an eternity later when the figure in the window finally moved. With heavy footsteps, like steel toed boots, the shadow turned and walked out of the view of the small window.

Little Sam waited, impossibility tense, for the door handle to turn. For John to barge in to pull him away somewhere. This time with no Dean to break them up, to keep them civil.

But the heavy footfalls went marching passed the door, and farther. No John. No anybody.

Little Sam finally breathed out, one long sigh that turned into tears halfway out. And then he was once again crying in the middle of the floor, unable to contain it anymore. The hollow pit in Older Sam’s chest howled along with his younger self's sobs.

Sam almost tried to reach out to the young child on the floor. The one crouched like a corned animal, trying so hard to stay quiet he was shaking.

He hadn’t ever realized just how small he looked at this age; how fragile. He looked like a little China doll.

But Sam did nothing. He knew there was nothing he could do. So he sat, he watched, and he quieted the howling chasm in his chest.

The walls dissolved. The air around him spun out of focuse and the space morphed bit by bit into somewhere completely different. It was nauseating.

To be continued on Ao3. Please tell me what you think :)

[a-deed-without-a-name]

Only Natural Ch. 11

“So…you’re not really an outdoorsy kinda guy, are you?” Sam asked, nose buried in the trail map.

Hands in his pockets, Dean eyed him.  It didn’t have the sound of an insult, but he decided to take it on the chin anyway.  Just in case.

“Yeah?”  Of course he wasn’t.  Sam should have known that already; after all, they’d worked with each other enough for Dean to know about all his health-nut bullshit, diet and exercise requirements he was so devoted to it practically reached the level of a religion.  “What the hell is that s’posed to mean?”

“Nothing.”  Sam shrugged, lowering the map.  Victor had marked the disappearances out for them on it in red Sharpie, cock-eyed Xs littering the paper.  “Just…you’re hiking in jeans.  And steel-toed boots.”

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[arbiterlexultionis]

Sam, Tucker, Ellie and Jazz all wind up in the dimension as well while looking for Danny, and wind up taking up the same hobby.

Cyborg has Tucker following him around and at first try’s to ignore it/make the random civilian stay somewhere safe, and then during a fight a piece of his tech gets blown off, and when he’s in a tuff spot Tucker pops up out of nowhere with the piece of tech jury rigged into a energy weapon. It was a piece of his coms systems??

Jazz follows around Black Canary, who decides to give this kiddo a chance after Jazz goes full therapist on 5 goons. By the time she got there to “save” Jazz 3 of the 5 were crying, the fourth was on the brink of tears while talking about how his fathers emotional neglect drove him down a life of crime so that he could finally be seen for the first time in his life. The fifth wanted all his life to be a therapist and help people, but his families medical bills and his lack of self confidence prevented him from going to college. Jazz already sent tons of resources for scholarships(and yes, the first thing Jazz did when she wound up in an alternate dimension was start investigating its academic environment)

Sam either A) goes for Raven because Hello Goth Boss lady or B) says screw the hero’s and starts hanging out with Ivy and Harley. Maybe a mix of both? Harley and Ivy accept her when she kicks the Joker on the ball with her steel toed boots. Raven is actually kinda happy to finally have a proper fan, but when she accidentally goes full Eldritch during a battle she’s certain that’s gone out the window. Sam’s all like “holy shit, that was awesome. I haven’t seen anyone else able to do that as well as Danny in ages.”

Ellie meets Wonder Woman, and instead of trying to drive off her little fan like everyone else had been trying to do Wonder Woman takes one look at Ellie and goes “Mine”. From then on Ellie is Her Little Warrior.

Vlad eventually follows them through, planning to do all his usual maniacal bullshit. But then he meets Lex Luthor. And is all like. “Oh no, he’s Hot”. Vlad and Lex become a power couple and apparently having a caring partner to come home to and Cuddles does wonders for the whole “heartless evil mastermind” thing, so they mostly just chill now. Vlad still considers himself Danny’s father/uncle, and as such cracks terrible dad jokes and teases him relentlessly. Luthor may be chill now, but he’s still a petty bastard, so when ever he and Vlad have a night to themselves he intentionally leaves the sound proofing turned off. Superman’s ears BLEED. He goes to the watch tower to escape the noise. When he heard them talking about putting on the Superman costume and discussing which one will be “Captured” he screamed like a madman while flying to the moon. Vlad and Lex watch him take off through a telescope/satellite and laughed their asses off. Lex has a close up shot of Superman’s horror framed and hung up on the wall of his office.

Superman has a stalker. He first noticed the kid a few weeks ago on a rooftop close to where he had just defeated some robbers. He hadn't thought much of it initially. Then the kid popped up a few days later once again close to one of his fights. This time, Superman took notice of a camera in the small child's hands. He had his suspicions about what was going on but held off until he saw the kid for a third time.

This time he couldn't help but go over to tell the kid off about how dangerous it was. He would be more than happy to take pictures with him later but being this close to fights was dangerous. When the boy managed a stunned nod, Superman thought he got the message. That is until he spotted this child a couple days later, tiny hands once again wrapped around a camera as he took pictures. It was at this moment that he recalled Bruce telling him about how Tim first got acquainted with the Bats. Oh no.

Surprisingly, Danny doesn't particularly mind his current situation. I mean sure, he's stuck in a ten year old body and stranded in another dimension but he was in a world full of superheroes. Better yet, the superhero of the city he was currently staying in was apparently an alien. How cool is that? Maybe the sneaking close to his fights to get pictures was a little much. But that had led to Superman talking to him. Ok well it was closer to scolding him but same difference.

[unhingedwomandiaries]

Right then. Number thirty-fucking-eight on my "shit to do before I start getting pensioner discounts" list: stick an American flag on my bike like some deranged patriot who's lost their compass and ended up in England. Because nothing says "I've lost the plot" quite like cycling through Birmingham looking like Uncle Sam's had a midlife crisis.

Currently zooming around on my BTWin 500e (which sounds more like a rejected Star Wars droid than a bike), dodging those absolute bellends on e-scooters who think traffic laws are more like gentle suggestions. Got the Stars and Stripes fluttering behind me like I'm leading a one-woman invasion. Proper mental.

Not usually one for all that flag-waving bollocks. Used to be that kid who got proper excited about fireworks and all that American dream nonsense, before reality kicked in like a steel-toed boot to the teeth. Before we realized pledging allegiance doesn't stop your government being about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

Maybe I'm just trying to grab onto something that reminds me of home. Though home's looking about as stable as me after six shots of tequila these days. Or maybe I'm just having some sort of breakdown. Wouldn't be the first time.

Still, there's something weirdly nice about cycling around with my flag, giving other cyclists the thumbs up like we're all in some secret club. Even if half of them probably think I'm mental. Which, fair enough.