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Teen Wolf fanfiction recs — Danny/Jackson
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"Don't Ask, Don't Tell" (E) by kim47 | 14,333 | In which Danny is observant, patient, and a little out of his depth and Jackson just doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants.
"the way we look like animals" (E) by morphosyntactic | 4,301 | “Seriously, man.” This is what Jackson needs – a moment of distraction, taking his mind off of himself for once. “What is your type?"
"a winning combination" (E) by kim47 | 3,078 | “Jesus fucking Christ, Jackson, what the hell are you doing?” Danny asks, but he definitely doesn’t sound pissed. “Watching porn,” Jackson answers truthfully. “Talking to you. Jerking off.”
"If It Weren't for You" (E) by CranberryBliss | 2,556 | There's a tingling feeling in Jackson's stomach and he still can't form any coherent thought, can't muster up the strength to pull away. And it's okay, because it's Danny.
"Just so we’re clear, I’m not sucking your dick." (E) by marguerite_26 | 1,039 | Danny lifts to his elbows, trying to unseat Jackson. “Get off.” “Come on,” Jackson says, fighting to remain on Danny’s rear. “Trust me. I’m trying to help. I saw this in a… in an instructional video.” “Porn. You mean you saw it in porn, right? Dude, are you hitting on me? You are not my type.” Danny doesn’t do this with straight guys, definitely doesn’t do this with his one and only best friend.
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"I Hear You" (M) by Black_Calliope | 1,155 | Jackson never says the words. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, he just doesn’t know how.
"Code Green" (M) by Desdemon | 1,197 | They've done this enough times, in emergency situations and in too-many-drinks-at-Lydia's-parties situations, to know how the other moves. Dancing with Danny is easy, and - hell, why not admit it - sexy.
More to be added.
#fanfiction#fan fiction#fanfic#fic recs#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf fics#ao3#danny x jackson#danny mahealani#jackson whittemore
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finished the art for the 3 winners of my Bday contest thing. I got sick for a few weeks so... That's why this took too long than I wanted.
Art for the people on twitter as follows:
@EvanesDust
@1jet2unknown
@actuallyjorge
#Teen Wolf#TW#Sterek#Stiles x Derek#Derek x Stiles#Mieczyslaw x Derek#Derek x Mieczyslaw#Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski#Stiles Stilinski#Derek Hale#Jackson Whittmore#Danny Mahealani#Jackson x Danny#Danny x Jackson#anonazure#anonazure art
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Where are my children?
I know we love dp x dc
"Phantom is in the Justice League" this or "Danny joins the Batfam" that
(I do love it, please recommend me fics and posts)
But where is the dp x pjo? Is it hidden in the archives of this site? Are you telling me I need to seek out Ghost King vs Ghost King content - as if Nico and Danny wouldn't be tossed into the Hades cabin together because Chiron's staring down this half dead child like ".. I guess that counts?"
Would the Gods be pissed off to learn the Underworld and Tartarus are just one section of the Infinite Realms? You're telling me High King Phantom wouldn't stare at them like "well... I can't really fix that issue, guess I'm YOUR god now"
BETTER YET, IS THERE PJO X DC?
You're telling me Batman WOULDN'T try to adopt all these super powered children? Or is this a Diana issue? Probably, right?
"And this is Diana- what, no. No, not Artemis. Hazel, no, this is not the goddess of the moon."
"Well, my father is Zeus-" "Diana please don't encourage them."
Is there content for this??? I will take crumbs.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dc x pjo#danny phantom#percy jackson#batman#wonder woman#pjo x dc#ghost king vs ghost king#ghost king danny#batfam#dc comics
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@dp-crossover-angst-week-event
JUL.8 POST NB EXPLOSION
hehehe Son of Neptune was my fav pjo book.
Some loose lore
To prevent the fucked up timeline, CW hints that he can find his family in… California?? And seeing as he just saw them EXPLODE HORRIBLY.. idk he’s not doing anything else, might as well check it out.
After some time he happens upon his cousin Percy being chased by two snake ladies wielding knives and food sample trays. Things just get more unhinged from there. He’s tasked with getting his cousin to some sort of ? Camp? But so many more questions arise during their time on the street there’s almost no time to even tell his cousin about the whole. Yknow. Being dead thing.
#danny phantom#skeh#7/8/24#danny fenton#dp x pjo#percy jackson#meow meow meow meow black hair? light eyes? heh. one way ticket to cousinville buddy.#dpcaw24
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Hounds on Your Tail
Danny Phantom x Percy Jackson
Masterpost
DP Crossover Angst Week Day 3 - Bleeding out in an Alley Way
Warnings: Minor Gore, descriptions of blood, serious injury, blood loss
Notes: God I wrote this whole thing in less than 2 days. Speedrun time, I guess. Apologies for any errors as a result. It wanted to be longer than intended.
Word Count: 4,505
AO3 Link
Whoever the monsters were chasing after, they were after them with a single-minded focus to be envious of. Not even the demigods on their tails were enough to distract them. It was a group of half a dozen hellhounds, and three harpies, all dead set on chasing the same thing. And whoever they were chasing, was giving them one hell of a chase.
Percy had only noticed the commotion because he was in the city visiting his mom, and had quickly decided to call for backup as fast as he could. Ms. O’Leary had managed to drag over both Nico and Will, both fully equipped. Annabeth had been tagging along on his visit. She was currently trying to figure out where the monsters and who they were chasing were headed. After the fifth double-back, it was clear that the person running was just trying to shake off the monsters, and possibly the group of demigods too. Percy was trying to at least spot who the monsters were chasing but had yet to catch sight of anything other than a beaten, red sneaker around a corner.
Will had managed to get a lucky shot in, killing a harpy with one of his arrows, and both Percy and Nico had each gotten a hellhound. Sometime between when the group of demigods had first spotted the monsters and now, a hellhound and a harpy had both vanished. Percy wondered if whoever they were chasing had managed to kill both monsters or if they merely had broken off from the rest of the group. But Percy was getting just a bit tired of playing chase throughout all of New York City, he had no doubt that the monsters’ target was beginning to flag too.
The remaining four monsters quickly darted around the latest alley detour their unfortunate prey had bolted into. Percy skidded to a halt, suddenly having three hellhounds cornered in a dead-end alley, pinned against a brick wall. The harpy angrily screeched and flew over the wall to continue the chase. Between the four of them, the hell hounds didn’t stand a chance, quickly becoming piles of yellow dust. From the other side of the wall, the harpy screeched again, followed by cries of pain and fighting.
“Shit! How did they get to the other side of the wall?” Percy cursed, before turning to Annabeth.
Percy didn’t have to say a thing, only crouch down. Annabeth came at him in a dead sprint. It was timed perfectly, as she stepped up onto his clasped hands and he flung her to the top of the wall, pulling herself up the rest of the way. Nico took hold of Will and vanished into the shadows of the alley.
Percy was left alone on the opposite side of the alley. Luckily for him, there was a pipe clinging to the bricks of one of the buildings. It had just enough foothold for him to quickly climb up it and perch on top of the brick wall. Below, Will was hunched over a small figure leaning against the bricks, with Annabeth standing to the side, and Nico farther back. Percy jumped down.
Percy winced, finally getting a glimpse at the person the monsters had been chasing for the past hour, possibly longer before he and Annabeth had noticed. It was a teenage boy with a mess and thick, black hair on his head. Blood seeped heavily from his stomach, and Percy recognized the slash of harpy claws. Will was trying to get the teen to stop clutching his stomach so he could at least check the wound. The boy’s jeans looked like they had been torn up even more from the hellhounds, with two large bite marks visible on his legs. There was blood smeared on the bricks he was leaning against, suggesting another wound on his back.
“No! I’ll be fine, you have to leave before they come back!” The teen pleaded.
“I told you, we’ll be fine! We killed the ones who were chasing you. It’s you I’m more worried about. You’re practically bleeding out in this alley! I need to make that harpy didn’t gut you!” Will argued back.
“You really should let him at least check, he won’t stop until you let him,” Nico added.
Percy frowned, not liking the situation one bit. He turned to Annabeth, who was glancing between their mystery teen-likely-demigod, and the top of the wall.
“What is it, Wise Girl?”
“I’m trying to figure out how he managed to get over that wall before the harpy could fly over.”
“There was a pipe I used to get over. He could’ve done that,” Percy offered.
“Not with two chunks taken out of his legs. I’m surprised he even managed to run after taking damage like that,” Annabeth refuted.
Percy winced, “Yeah, he certainly looks like he’s had a pack of hellhounds on his tail for over an hour.”
“Percy!” Will called out, and he snapped to attention.
Will had gathered the bleeding boy into his arms, finally revealing a mix of wounds across his back from both claws and talons.
“Nico and I are taking him back to camp! The slash on his stomach is too deep, I need to treat him there,” Will rushed.
“Got it,” Percy nodded. “Annabeth and I will meet you back at camp.”
“No,” the teen protested, but was unable to fight back, seeming to be getting weaker by the second. Will’s clothes were slowly being soaked with blood.
“Hurry,” Nico said.
Will nodded and the three vanished into the shadows.
“Percy,” Annabeth called out, walking over and crouching down where the teen had been leaning against the wall. “Is it just me, or is there something off about his blood?”
Percy crouched down to get a closer look, and sure enough, there were the smallest flecks of green of all things in the blood. He didn’t like that one bit. Those monsters had to be after that teen for some reason or another, but Percy had never heard of a demigod with green flecks in their blood either. Whatever it was, the monsters really wanted him dead.
“We should hurry back to camp,” Percy decided.
“Yeah.”
And the two took off.
Danny officially banned himself from the big cities, especially places as crowded as New York City. With Jazz off at college and his leash pulled tight around his parents, there was no way he was getting out of not going to their latest ghost-hunter convention. No excuses had worked, and he had tried everything from faking illness to group projects. Danny had been forcibly dragged from Illinois to NYC in the GAV. Sam and Tucker were keeping a close eye on the portal for him at the very least, and he was sure he could fly back within the day if they got overwhelmed.
Turns out, his parents had misinterpreted ‘ghostbuster’ for ‘ghost hunter’, and ended up dragging him to a comic con instead. That was cool, and his parents were thought to be cosplayers for all of 10 minutes before security refused to let them through due to their weapons. His parents still had a presentation to do, even if people just thought they were method acting, so Danny got sent back with an armload full of weapons to dump back in the GAV. Unfortunately for him, one went off, thoroughly shorting out his powers. Danny wasn’t going to let that bother him though. He had intended to go back inside and enjoy the con, avoiding his parents the entire while, He didn’t need powers for that.
But then the first dog monster appeared.
Danny had thought it was a ghost at first, and with his powers shorted out, he couldn’t necessarily rely on his ghost sense. With no powers and a very aggressive possibly-a-ghost dog on his heels, Danny took off running. Before he knew it, there was a whole pack of them, literally nipping at his heels, and doing their best to tear him to shreds. The bird ladies, (harpies if he remembered correctly), joined in not long after, adding in a much harder ‘dodging’ section to the chase. He thought it was weird no one was freaking out about the dogs of the harpies, but maybe New York was just like that?
Danny knew there were people on his heels too, but he didn’t have time to stop and see if they were also hostile or not. Glancing back had earned him harpy claws to the back. Even worse, the more he bled, the more excited his pursuers seemed to get, trying even harder to tear him to shreds. The pot shots he had managed to take at the dogs and harpies were only towards the end, when the steady hum of his powers, as unreliable as they were, started to return. More of them vanished as the chase went on, and Danny was just going to assume he lost them. He had managed to hit one of each, barely catching them collapse into a yellow powder before accidentally cornering himself in an alley.
Danny had run into the bricks first, before finally able to slip through them with intangibility. He only had a moment to breathe before the harpy flew over the wall and tackled Danny to the ground, sinking its talons into his gut. He screamed and fired off another desperate ectoblast that missed by a wide margin.
Danny got to meet his second group of pursuers as two people emerged from the shadows in the alley. One had immediately turned into nothing more than a black blur to Danny’s eyes, forcing the harpy off of him. He had tried to stand up to face the new possible threat, but blood loss forced Danny against the brick wall behind him, sliding down it and likely tearing open the wounds on his back even further. His vision blurred, and Danny was only able to make out golden blonde hair and a bright orange t-shirt approaching him.
Danny cried out, clutching his stomach while trying to force himself back to his feet. The blonde forced themself between Danny and the view of the fight behind him. There was an impact to his left, and Danny was able to make out another person-shaped blur, also blonde with an orange shirt, who took off to help with the fight.
“Hey!” The one in front of him tried to get his attention, but he could barely make out the rest of what they said. His head was feeling uncomfortably light.
Danny struggled for a moment and got his vision to barely focus, but he was able to make out that the person in front of him was a guy and seemed really concerned.
“Hey, I need you to let me see your wound. I’m a medic, I can help,” the guy demanded.
Danny immediately recoiled.
“No! I’ll be fine, you have to leave before they come back!” Danny didn’t want anyone here if there were more possibly-ghosts on his tail. He couldn’t use his powers around other people!
“I told you, we’ll be fine! We killed the ones who were chasing you. It’s you I’m more worried about. You’re practically bleeding out in this alley! I need to make sure that that harpy didn’t gut you!” The medic argued back.
“You really should let him at least check, he won’t stop until you let him,” a second voice butted in. He sounded like he was underwater.
The blonde guy said something else, but Danny couldn’t tell what. There was suddenly a hand on his wrist and he attempted to struggle, but the stranger had a vice grip. He forced Danny’s arm away from his stomach, then said something else. It… probably… hopefully looked a lot worse than it really was. Danny had taken hard hits before and still got up. He had to get away.
Danny felt the hands on him re-adjust and tried to struggle again, but he felt so heavy. He grit his teeth and thrashed as best as he could, but his limbs barely responded. He could feel how absolutely soaked his clothing was though. He was being picked up and the entire world tilted around him. The second person approached, nothing more than a dark blob in Danny’s vision.
His jumbled senses refused to give him anything else before darkness crept in in more ways than one, and Danny passed out.
Danny woke up to acute, stinging pain, taking in a sharp breath that caused him to choke. His vision swam in white while he practically hacked out a lung. In less than a second, there was a supportive hand on his back practically propping him up, before slowly lowering him once again. Danny blinked the light out of his eyes, trying to see where he had ended up this time.
Well, good news, it wasn’t a government facility. Bad news, Danny appeared to be in an infirmary of some kind. The wood interior betrayed it as some sort of cabin, despite its purpose. Danny winced at the familiar sensation of pulling on healing wounds.
“Sorry, but you might not want to move too much just yet,” a voice apologized.
Danny snapped to the person standing over him. An older teen with golden blond hair, tanned skin, and light blue eyes. He was definitely familiar, and Danny wondered if this was the same guy from the alley.
“I just finished with your stitches not that long ago, but now that you’re awake, we can get some ambrosia into you to finish healing the rest of your injuries,” the guy continued. “But you should probably still take it easy for a while.”
Danny just blinked, openly staring at the guy giving him medical advice. He had no idea what ambrosia was. Also stitches, while normally a good thing, was a bad thing for Danny. He was going to end up healing, or burning through them. He prodded just the slightest bit at his core… and good, his powers were back. Which now left his other issue. His caretaker had left his side to go retrieve something from one of the cabinets.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the medical care, but who are you? And also where am I?” Danny asked.
The older teen blinked, turning back to Danny. “Oh right! Sorry, guess we forgot introductions due to the circumstances. I’m Will Solace, head of the Apollo Cabin. You’re currently at Camp Half-Blood right now.”
Danny stared at Will, rotating the names in his head. ‘Half-blood’, huh? That certainly said something, but Danny didn’t know what. He wondered if it was a joke of some kind.
“I’m Danny,” he introduced himself, just giving his first name.
“It’s nice to meet you, Danny. I’m sure the others are going to be eager to meet you. It’s not often that someone can outrun a group of hellhounds and harpies for that long!” Will praised.
Danny mouthed the word ‘hellhounds’ in light confusion. Well, at least he got confirmation that other people knew about the dog monsters and bird ladies. He could also rule them out of being ghosts, since Danny had never encountered a ghost that turned into dust after being defeated.
Will walked back over and placed a small, parchment paper-covered square in his hand. Danny opened it, revealing something that looked like a small lemon square. He sniffed it, getting a citrusy and spiced scent. Weird combination, but a snack was a snack.
“I know I gave you a whole square but-” Will started, only to yelp as Danny popped the whole square in his mouth without hesitation.
It tasted pretty close to how it smelt, but had an odd texture, like fudge instead of a lemon bar, but also uncomfortably chewy. It kind of reminded him of ectoplasm in the strong citrus flavor, but lemon instead of lime. The spices were really warm in his mouth like hot cinnamon, instead of the cool tingly flavor he kinda liked from ectoplasm.
“You weren’t supposed to eat the whole thing!” Will exclaimed, and Danny swallowed.
Will was on Danny in an instant, checking his temperature with the back of his head. Apparently, he didn’t like what he felt and stuck a thermometer into Danny’s mouth. The thermometer beeped after a moment, and Will snatched it, checking the numbers. His legs and back itched, but Danny couldn’t scratch at them due to his stomach injury, which also itched.
“Well, you’re not going to burst into flames at least. You’re not even heating up, if anything you’re hypothermic,” Will announced.
It took him a moment to realize why Will was freaking out, but Danny figured it out eventually. If the terrible lemon square was like ectoplasm, then it was very much not intended for normal consumption without consequences. Will’s words caught up to him then.
“Wait? Flames?” Danny asked, bewildered.
“Ambrosia, the food of the gods, can cause normal people to burst into flames. For people like us, eating too much can cause some pretty bad fevers and internal damage,” Will explained.
That made sense if it was like ectoplasm. But- “What do you mean ‘people like us’?”
Will’s face scrunched up. “Well, um. I’ve only had to give this talk a few times. I’m not normally the one to do it but…” Will made eye contact with Danny. “What do you know about Greek mythology?”
The question seemed a bit left-field to Danny. “A decent amount, I think.” There were ghosts that resembled Greek myths, usually closer to Pandora’s place.
“Well, it’s not as mythological as it may seem. Everything from monsters, as I’m sure you're familiar with by now, to the gods themselves is very real,” Will said like it was supposed to be some sort of big revelation.
Danny processed the information. So the ‘hellhounds’, as Will called them, were Greek monsters, not ghosts. Didn’t like that. He liked that they had decided he was a chew toy even less.
“Okay… and? That revelation didn’t answer the question.”
This time, it was Will’s turn to look gobsmacked for a moment before continuing. “Well, the gods didn’t go anywhere and still exist in modern times. And sometimes they come down and… interact with mortals,” Will added hesitantly.
Danny remained silent. He still didn’t get where the blonde was going with this. He was very tempted to start picking at the stitches in his stomach.
Will seemed to give up with whatever subtly he had been attempting. “Demigods. We’re demigods. You, me, most people at this camp.”
“Oh.”
Danny knit his brows together, crossing his arms and frowning, thinking it over. He wasn’t a demigod, that’s for sure. He wasn’t half-god, but half-ghost. Sure, Danny knew there were some pretty terrifying spirits in the Ghost Zone who could easily be mistaken for gods, so it was possible there was a mix-up with him here too.
“After the monsters and the fact that you didn’t burst into flames after eating the ambrosia, yeah, that pretty much confirms you’re a demigod,” Will said.
Danny did not want to be involved in whatever this mess was. He had enough problems in Amity Park.
“Okay, cool. So, um. I’m a demigod, great. What am I supposed to do with that information?” Danny asked. He wanted to leave. His parents would notice eventually he had gone missing sooner or later.
“Well, Camp Half-Blood exists as a sort of ‘safe spot’, and also a training ground. Monsters can’t get in here. It’s technically a summer camp, but we have campers who stay here both seasonally and year-round. It’s considered really dangerous to be all on your own. You’re probably the oldest new camper we’ve had in a while. Most tend to make their way here between 10 to 12 years old.”
“Do I have to come here?”
Danny did not want to be forced to attend demigod camp. Being out of Amity Park for a week was terrible, but an entire summer? Yeah, no way.
Will frowned. “Not… really, but-”
The door to the cabin opened, and another older teenager walked in. Tall, dark hair and sea green eyes. Danny didn’t recognize him at all.
“Hey, Will!” The new guy greeted, before noticing Danny stare at him. “Cool, you’re awake. Did Will give you the whole ‘congrats, you’re a demigod’ speech yet?”
“Percy,” Will practically whined. “I can’t believe you left that to me, but yeah, I did.” Will looked back at Danny. “Danny, this is Percy Jackson, he was part of the group who found you and brought you here. Percy, this is Danny,” Will introduced.
Danny still didn’t recognize Percy, but he acknowledged that bleeding out on the ground wasn’t especially good for recall.
“Thanks for the save. I like not being turned into bird food.”
Percy snorted a laugh and Will sighed. “No problem. I didn’t do much. The main people you have to thank is Will here and Nico, wherever he’s at.”
“Probably sleeping,” Will hummed in thought.
“Probably,” Percy agreed. “By the way Danny, do you have any idea who your godly parent might be? A few of us like to make friendly bets when we get a new kid. I’ve got money on Hermes.”
Danny didn’t get a chance before Will butted back in.
“Percy, he’s been up just long enough for me to get some ambrosia in him. I literally just explained the whole ‘demigod’ thing,” Will scolded.
Percy gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry. So, what’d the ambrosia taste like? I know it throws a lot of people off when they first try some,” Percy asked, directing the question towards Danny.
“Like a lemon bar someone decided to melt an entire bag of red hots in,” Danny described. “So, bad.”
Both Percy and Will blinked, before Percy snorted, “That’s a new one.”
“It’s not supposed to taste bad. It usually tastes like something you really like,” Will explained.
“Darn, I guess,” Danny shrugged. “Anyways, I do have to leave.”
“Leave? You’re not sticking around?” Percy asked, surprised.
Danny shook his head. “Nope. I’m only in New York for a convention with my parents. They’ll probably notice I’m missing sooner or later,” Danny answered truthfully.
Percy seemed to think about something before asking, “Are you healed up enough to at least get a tour? I understand if you have to go, but it’d probably be a good idea to at least get your hands on a weapon just in case you get attacked again.”
That, Danny could agree to. He wiggled a bitin his bed a bit, noticing that the itching had finally subsided. His stomach was still a bit sore, but other than that, and the stitches that sorely needed to be removed, he was fine.
“Sure,” Danny said, sitting up and throwing his legs over the side.
Will seemed dumbfounded but wasn’t able to get the words out before Percy declared, “Neat. Then let’s go!”
And Danny managed to escape the infirmary.
Percy decided he liked Danny. He was laid back and friendly enough, giving just as much snark as he got. From what he had heard, a lot of new campers tended to freak out for at least an hour, but Danny took it all in stride, more exasperated than shocked. It was a little odd, but Percy brushed it off as just part of Danny’s personality. It wasn’t a bad trait to have.
Percy made sure to give a decent tour as they made their way to the weapons shed. He asked questions and answered some, learning that Danny was originally from a place called Amity Park in Illinois. His parents were here for the Comic Con, and Danny got dragged along. He said he had always been quick on his feet. Percy really hoped Danny would come back for the summer, even if he couldn't stay now. He told Danny all the demigod basics, from what ‘claiming’ was, how the camp was laid out, and even some of the activities they participated in when there were more people around.
From the weapons shed, Danny ended up picking a bronze short sword and was given a sheath to go with it. He told Percy that he knew how to use it just a bit from a couple of martial arts classes. He told Danny to come back and he could personally teach him how to sword fight like a pro.
But throughout the whole tour, Percy picked up on the nonchalance Danny seemed to have, more like he was a tourist instead of someone who had finally found a place to stay. He definitely wasn’t planning on coming back, but he might anyway. Percy knew personally very well that plans rarely went according to plan. They got plenty of attention while walking around, since news of Danny’s chase had already managed to spread throughout the camp. There were some jeers and encouragement from people who tried to recruit him for Capture the Flag. Percy claimed he already called dibs. Danny just laughed.
They were somewhere near the pavilion when it happened.
Percy had just managed to convince Danny to at least stick around for dinner. A bright symbol appeared over Danny’s head, causing everyone who had been gathering to pause. Percy recognized the symbol, but never over anyone’s head in a claiming. It wasn’t a symbol that should even be possible to appear.
The air in camp changed immediately, and Danny noticed just as fast. His stance changed from lax into defensive. He knew how to fight a lot better than he let on, or perhaps it was just instinct. Percy hoped it was instinct.
“What’s that? What’s going on?” Danny practically demanded.
“You’ve been claimed,” Percy stated, more in horror than awe.
“Claimed? By who?” Danny was just as confused as everyone else seemed to be.
But Danny didn’t understand, he didn’t know. It was impossible, it was catastrophic, even. Danny didn’t realize just how bad this was.
“Son of Cronos,” someone hissed.
Danny finally seemed to get the memo then, his facial expression going from confusion, to shock, to realization, and then to irritation of all things.
“Ancients, of course he did,” Danny growled under his breath.
Percy had to act fast, he had to- his hand slipped right through Danny’s wrist, who leaped back out of reach at the same time Percy moved.
“Yeah, I’m leaving now,” Danny said. “Thanks for the sword and the tour, but I gotta go.”
“Wait!” Percy called out, jumping towards Danny again.
He vanished. No flash, no sound, just gone, leaving only footprints behind.
Percy cursed under his breath in a thorough mix of both Greek and Latin. He took a glance towards the head table, where Mr. D and Chiron were both also staring. Chiron looked like he had just aged 40 years, and Mr. D looked about ready to break his sobriety with something much stronger than wine and deeply, deeply exhausted.
Yeah, this was beyond bad.
#goodfish writes#danny phantom#percy jackson#dpcaw24#dp crossover#dp x pjo#Danny absolutely goes an yells at Clockwork for this#Clockwork thinks its funny#he's the only one laughing#meanwhile Olympus is in shambles and so are the Camps since Danny's gone 'missing'#he went home#Danny is absolutely trying his best to NOT get involved
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I want someone to put Jason Todd, Danny Phantom and Percy Jackson in the same room.
They would either try to kill each other or they would conquer Olympus. There is literally no in-between.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#percy jackson#jason todd#dc comics#red hood#dp x dc#they're all unhinged in their own way#they would either hate each other or act like they were separated at birth#tell me I'm wrong
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*points at bruce and danny in 'late at night when the nightingale sings'* THESE TWO MFERS MEAN SO MUCH TO MEEEE
no thoughts head empty just these two socially inept fools finding family in one another. like yes you go you funky little death omens stole that one from a comment on the fic, so if you see this you know who you are, discover that family isn't only tied in blood.
bUT onto less mushy stuff: these two being shenaniganizers; tomfools. Bruce realized that Danny didn't actually know he was Bruce Wayne and instead of going "oh actually im bruce wayne" he went; "hrm... how long can i keep this going until he realizes...."
like. i think they deserve to be the sillies. just utter goobers the both of them. like, danny makes the wittiest side comments, dry quips, under his breath towards Bruce while they're out in public (Danny covering his face with a face mask) and Bruce is trying not to laugh. Meanwhile if Bruce makes one sly comment about someone to Danny, Danny's gonna collapse with laughter.
Bruce plays straightman in most of their bits, he has the best fucking poker face. But also I firmly believe he does actually enjoy Danny's puns. Look me in the eyes- look me in the eyes. Try and tell me that a man that willingly agrees to call a car "the batmobile" even after his eight year old ward grows up (thus negating the need to go along with his antics) doesn't enjoy a good, well-placed pun. Look me in the eyes and try to tell me that. That's right you can't.
He's gonna spit out a well-placed pun in the driest, most boring Batman Voice Ever one day while he's getting ready for patrol, and Danny's gonna fucking die of laughter. He's gonna lose his mind. Bruce is going to have a half-dead sickly teenager laughing his lungs out in the chair. That's a new core memory right there, every time Danny thinks about that he's gonna start giggling.
just!!! these two making each other laugh! That's so important to me. So so much. I nEED Danny to get Bruce to smile and laugh and I need Bruce to make Danny do the same. Danny's all snark and sass and Bruce is all deadpan and dry quips. Do you all see my vision.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc prompt#blood blossom au#firm believer of bruce having a sense of humor. batman being a troll is my favorite thing ever. mister 'i assaulted three [officers]'#they're banned from the kitchen but only when its the two of them unsupervised because they'll make a mess. Danny's not used to working wit#machinery that doesnt spontaneously come to life sometimes and Bruce is Bruce. They tried making a smoothie once and it ended in disaster#there was smushed frozen berries and milk all over the counter and cabinets. it got all over them. the floOR was a slipnslide. danny smelt#like rasp+blackberries all day and so did bruce. the last time they tried to make pancakes together it ended in an impromptu flour fight#flour EVERYWHERe. they both looked like ghosts. Danny started it. he took a glob of the batter and smushed it on Bruce's face.#bruce merely retaliated. that was the incident that got them officially banned from the kitchen without alfred's direct supervision#they can be there individually but not together. that's just spelling trouble#have the vivid mental image of Danny (masquerading as Jackson) looking around Bruce at some other rich socialite with just combination#baffled and deadpan look on his face. before looking up at Bruce and flatly going 'i think we're gonna have to kill this guy Buzz'#and Bruce just takes a sip from his champagne flute. He looks equally unimpressed. And quietly so that only Danny hears him. goes *'fuck'*#except he does it in the Batman Voice. and Danny has to hide his face in the back of Bruce's suit jacket to hide his laughter.#ALL OF THE INSIDE JOKES GUYS. ITS ABOUT THE DOMESTICITY. THE LAUGHTER THE JOY THE GOOD FEELS#*GRIPS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS WITH HEAVY BREATHING* DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE VISION. ITS THE RELEARNING TO LOVE AND BE LOVED
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Imitheos Phantasm
Chapter 1: Like Clockwork
Time has always existed, and yet it has not. For how can time exist when there was nothing? Then, the first being came. Chaos. They birthed the universe and thus time began. Time didn't originally have a name, nor a personhood - they just were. Much like their parent, they simply just existed.
But then, life formed on those planets that Chaos created. The passageway of time leading to their evolution and their sentience.
It happened slowly at first, or perhaps in an instance — it can be hard to tell for one that represents time, but Time looked to shape a form that wasn’t like the endless waves of timelines.
Time took a liking to the mortals as they now were called and shaped their form off of them. They were even given a name by the mortals when they visited.
Chronos.
Of course, only a part of Time ever slipped away to the mortal realms, influencing their lives here and there, while the other stayed in the celestial or infinite realms.
But it was this piece (or rather several as there are multiple universes and dimensions) of Chronos that truly became attached to the mortal realm — that chose to separate themselves from their main body even if they became weakened by doing so.
This Chronos came to be named Kronos and was mistaken as a Titan in his more mortal form as he traded his tail for legs.
Kronos walked or rather stumbled through the land that was known as Earth, or Gaia. Kronos recognized one of his sister progeny of Chaos. They weren’t true siblings like mortals, though, just as they simply came into existence as Chaos willed it so.
It was perhaps in this moment, though, the Kronos knew what love was when they saw her. All tan skin, like gold, and fiery red hair like a rose, and those eyes lush and green.
Kronos fell in love. It wasn’t until later, much later though, that he finally got the courage to approach this gorgeous woman.
He watched her play in the meadows sometimes. Watched as she took special interest in the golden flowers. And he decided to make his red eyes as golden as those flowers.
He didn't really know until much later that this behavior would be perceived as creepy. Afterall, he’s always watching. He’s watched time form the very start of his existence, and why should another one of his interests be any different.
And so, he continued to watch with golden eyes. His once pale blue skin became pale like the clouds that she so loved to gaze out. And his pure white hair became black as the night she dreamt under.
Then, one day, Kronos could no longer just watch, and he approached her.
Kronos learned that her name was Rhea, and she was the daughter of Gaia and Ouranos.
Rhea seemed almost as fascinated by him as he was with her. His tales of time that just seemed insignificant made her bright green eyes shine with wonder.
And Kronos began to see life and time through her eyes, and he spun tale after tale of all they saw and learned.
Kronos learned what it was to live, and the two soon fell in love.
Their marriage wasn’t one of opulence and riches, but of flower crowns and promises and tender embraces.
Of course, that’s not how the mortals tell their tale, but that’s for another time.
But the mortals did get a few things right. Kronos descend into madness and the swallowing of their children.
Kronos didn’t think that there would be negative effects from separating so permanently from his main body, but not much after Rhea was pregnant for the first time, did he start to hear voices whispering in his ears.
He was too weak. He couldn’t protect them. His children were in danger!
He had to keep them close.
Kronos dismissed it at first, but they grew louder and louder every day. Speaking of the tragedies that would befall the child. And when his first daughter Hestia was born.
The voices were thundering. His daughter. His precious daughter. She was so fragile, so breakable.
And he ate her. She would never be hurt in his stomach after all. She would be able to grow and survive in peace, and he would always be able to protect her like this. He could feel her breathing, her heart, her screams. She was safe.
Rhea was never the wiser, but Kronos knew she wouldn’t understand.
Thus, began the tale of Kronos and how he swallowed up all of his kids, except one, to protect them. Of how, his youngest, hidden away by his sweet Rhea, eventually tricked him into throwing all of his babies up.
No, he couldn’t protect them! They needed to be safe and whole! They couldn’t leave or they would get hurt!
But then Kronos was cut into pieces by his children.
Even then, he only held love for them, not hate like the mortals would say.
Perhaps, this should have been when he merged with his other self, and became whole again, but something stopped him. The voices, the timelines spoke to him. Of him returning, or him seeing his children again if he stayed and healed over time, of wars and blood and massacres.
And so, Kronos stayed and healed and waited.
Kronos didn’t know how much time passed by again until he was conscious enough to think, but one day he could.
At first, he didn’t know what he was seeing, but eventually he learned that he was seeing other's dreams, slipping into their unconsciousness like a phantom.
It was through these dreams that Kronos learned much of the present world.
That his children once ruled over the world all bright and glorious, until mortals made them fade into obscurity. How dare they?!
The mortals even took their names and changed them! Made them Roman! Even named him Saturn!
Then, the mortals dared to forget his children and even made some of the gods fade over time, when too much of their domain was wrecked by the mortals and they were forgotten.
Kronos was once again stuck by that blinding fear, like lightning from his youngest.
His children could fade!
And his children had children. Some of his grandchildren already did!
Kronos was in anguish. How dare those mortals?! How dare they?!
He swore that day that the mortals would be eradicated if it was the last thing he did.
It was then that he was able to slip into mortal’s dreams, into demigod dreams.
Kronos loved them, he hated them.
They were his grandbabies, they were destruction.
They were his. And that was what mattered.
He could teach them to forgo their mortal ways, after all they have ichor in their blood just as they have red in their veins. For now, though, until gold overtook their veins, they were pesky mortals, they were pawns.
One such pawn great-grandson went by the name of Luke Castellan, and he was going to make sure that he would see his children and grandchildren again… the godly ones of course.
And so, Kronos lied to Luke, for Luke wanted to tear down the gods, his children, and Kronos said he wanted the same. Still, even as Luke’s plans made Kronos’ blood boil, he was such a good pawn for what was to come.
However, everything started to go down when that mortal with more gold than red in his veins stood against him.
Perseus Jackson, that brilliant amazing grandson of his useless mortal trash foiled his plans at every turn. And there in his dying hour, did Kronos finally see his grandson for the first time. His green eyes are so much like Rhea’s, the fear and anger and hurt in those eyes.
Ancients what has Kronos done?!
Thus, Kronos let himself seep back to his main body, perhaps to be destroyed for good, for all the sins he committed. But, instead, his other self, Chronos, held him, gold peering to gold, and hugged him.
Kronos cried and cried, and they fell into one another. The two became one once more.
Of course, while this moment felt like an instant, it was also so much more. Fusion of two powerful beings into one, atoms spitting and time ending and begging. The universe tilted on its axis, and time once again started anew.
But then, those golden eyes peered at the universe, to see if their family was safe and saw that their grandson with Rhea’s eyes had died.
Chronos raged that day, oh they raged. So many universes fall into dark timelines, but they did not care, for the one who brought them back to the light was gone.
But then, they saw with their eyes turning a brilliant golden, a baby being born, crying out and their soul. Oh, and their soul was Percy’s.
Chronos wept with joy and from then on, they took to watching each and every moment in Percy’s, or rather Danny’s, life.
…Not noticing until it was too late that a scythe sliced their left eye, and the chains shackled them to a clock tower.
Their eyes no longer were the brilliant golden of sand. No, they were the color of blood, red and weak with mortality.
Chronos was no longer time. No, they were merely a slave to those eyeballs that called themselves the Observants. Whatever they wanted he did. Their powers were greatly dimensioned, and he could barely see into the vast timelines. He needed mirrors to see now. No, in this clock tower, they were simply just another clock worker.
So that’s who he became — Clockwork.
Notes:
Both the Gods in the PJO Universe and the DP Universe and the DC Universe (as well as others) can exist simultaneously because they can split themselves (whether permanently or not).
Also, this fanfic idea comes from my #2 "What if...?" where Percy Jackson was reborn as Danny Fenton. Of course, fate has never been nice to the hero's soul, and struggles will continue on in all of his lives. From one universe to the next. At least the dc universe has other heroes to help him (even if they were too late to save him from death). Still, we can only hope that life will give him a break (but Death never will).
#pjo#dp#dc#pjo x dp#pjo x dc#dp x dc#pjo x dc x dp#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo fanfic#powerful percy jackson#prince danny phantom#danny fenton#danny phantom#dcu#ghost prince danny#prince percy jackson#clockwork is kronos#dc universe#dp×dc#dp fanfic#dc fanfic#pjo fanfiction#fanfic writing#fanficiton#jaytheen's originals#thinking Danny will be getting is past memories of Percy#maybe their name together will be Darcy#grandpa clockwork#grandpa kronos
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Meeting the Clocky family
Kronos/Clockwork invited his family to his favorite son's birthday party.
Totally forgetting, he never told them he wasn't insane anymore and was doing much better.
Well, to be fair, Kronos just planned to invite Hestia and forget about the rest. Only she is a good girl, but once he wrote, she wrote back, thinking it was a trick.
So he allowed her to get the rest of them.
Danny: " So this is your family?"
Kronos;" Yeah. You ever read about the Titan of Time?"
Danny: " The one who ate... Oh, you really were crazy!"
Hestia:" It doesn't shock you that he eats us."
Danny:" And? He never tried to eat me."
Clockwork:" You barely have any meat."
Danny:" And a baby God has. "
Clockwork:" Yes. Believe me on that."
The seven children of Kronos and his wife weren't sure what to think.
Danny just blew a raspberry against Clockwork and joined the rest of Ghost for a talk.
#danny phantom#dp#danny fenton#Kronos#Clockwork#Rhea#Hestia#Clockwork is Kronos#Greek Gods#Dp x Greek mythology#Greek mythology#Could be Percy Jackson crossover or not
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Legacy of Chronos: Daughter of the Unknown God
Through her travels around the world/Infinite Realms, Ellie stumbles on Camp Halfblood and is mistaken for a demigod. She is determined to be a legacy of Cronus (Clockwork) and the child of an unknown god with a DP symbol (Danny).
Cue everyone mistaking Chronos for Kronos and thinking that the mystery god is a child of Kronos born sometime while he was in Tartarus. This misunderstanding is not helped by the fact that the Underworld is part of the Infinite Realms and portals to the Ghost Zone where often mistaken for portals to Tartarus.
Now Zeus is freaking out and wants to use Ellie as leverage against her father who obviously wants to take over Olympus. Percy/Thalia/Nico/Lester/whoever is now trying to keep Ellie out of Zeus’s paranoid clutches and get her back to Tartarus before her father goes looking for her.
(Ellie is so happy she made new friends, they’re even going to take her on a road trip to LA. Sure they seemed really nervous when she mentioned Danny would come looking for her if she didn’t check in soon, how was she supposed to know Hellhounds are cellphones anyway)
#danny phantom crossover#percy jackson crossover#DP x PJO#PJO x DP#clockwork is chronos#Chronos and Kronos are not the same being#mistaken identity#ghost king danny#paranoid Zeus#dani phantom#Ellie is mistaken for a Demigod. the fact clockwork is her grandfather and Danny is the ghost king does not help#Danny is a god by Olympian standards#Ellie is oblivious to the danger she is in#she thinks she’s on a road trip with her new friends.#she’s a bit miffed they don’t want to stop at all the tourist spots#they seem real interested in getting her to Nico’s dad’s record company#maybe she could get a record deal for Ember#writing prompt#writing prompts#prompt idea#dp prompt#PJO prompt
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Mythic Phantom
This is a little something I whipped up over a while thinking about merging the DP and Riordanverse universes together, and I thank @geraldmariaivo for helping me think my way through it. If you want the ao3 version you can find it here, and I hope you enjoy the fic!
Most Underworld Gods felt it when Vlad’s current permanent Portal opened, but they all Felt it when Danny’s accident happened. A child’s death throes is hard to ignore after all. Pantheons world wide decided that was America’s problem, and Hel decided it was Persephone’s problem, and Haides felt it would close on its own. No gate to Khaos can stay open for long after all.
When Ember went globally live, Muses and Music Gods and Hypnos heard the way she sang, called out to the mortals to never be forgotten. Danny and Tucker dealt with her swiftly enough that she was remembered, noted even, but disregarded.
When the Fright Knight’s sword was drawn, many Fear Gods turned toward Amity, but Danny dealt with it swiftly. Most regarded it as an anomaly but Phobos and Deimos sent subordinate spirits to investigate the town and report anything interesting.
Hades and Persephone noted the invasion of Ghost Cops and saw that Danny had it handled in only a few days, which they would count as a quest fulfilled. Clearly, Amity Park was a contained issue, and the Master Bolt had gone missing by now so they have other things to deal with. The House of Life have some reservations but agree.
Then Pariah Dark got out, and the Gods scrambled to do something about that. In only a week however, He was dealt with too. A closer eye was warranted. By everyone, not just the Observants.
Whoever these agents were, be they half-bloods or spirits or even minor gods, most wouldn’t see Young Blood and thus would fear Danny was losing it too. When he calmed down, they’d sigh in relief. The two future Ghost Villains who show up outside of the do-over would raise alarms at how fast ghosts can progress, but hey, it’s handled.
When the Hellenic spies are pulled back home for safety during the winter solstice, pleasantly surprised by Ghost activity dying down at the same time, Artemis and Luna, Khonshu and more felt something wrong happening as the Ghostwriter possessed the moon to speak.
When Duul Amon returned to the land of the living, the House of Life sent agents to the town, and Tucker Foley was immediately offered magic lessons. His is power over stone and steel, glass and gems, as well as an ear for the voices of machines. Between terrakinesis and technopathy, Tucker’s limits with his staff became only what he understood about technology.
Then entire copies of the Ghost Boy (Prince? King?) appear, attacking him, manipulating him for the elder, but he lets her go free after he’s rescued? Truly fascinating. Psychopomps keep an eye on Elle wherever she goes - she’s always very close to melting after all. The titan army also keep an eye on her, a powerful being both like and unlike the Gods, much the same as a Titan, Giant, or Monster.
Then the Reality Gauntlet is found by a mortal man, a rogue Magician, while the boy is busy trying to stop it and save the world, Lydia is keeping House of Life magicians and even Odin’s Ravens from finding Freakshow, so some Camp Jupiter heroes are being sent on a quest to deal with him. Then he gets the fucking gems and turns the world into a circus for 10 minutes.
Before the Boy tricks him, takes the Gauntlet, resets the world to before his identity was revealed to the world, (though perhaps not quite fooling the memories of Gods, who Are the world) and destroying the Gauntlet and gems in a single blast.
An artifact presumed by the Ghost Investigation Ward to be powerful enough to destroy the Infinite Realms, reduced to molten ash by one burst of power.
What to do about the young Phantom is a matter of discussion during the solstice meeting on Olympus. Hades is sent to investigate the boy and finds that he is a godling of Kaos Themself, which sparks yet further debate on what to do when Artemis goes missing.
But then the Son of Hades stumbled upon Elmerton and witnessed a duel between Gods firsthand.
Danny Phantom faced off against Vortex, the ghost of all weather and sky and storm gods who had faded over the millennia, all on his own. Even in defeat, Danny stole half of Vortex’s power, and less than a week later, he defeated the calamity that even two pantheons worth of gods could not.
The Titans would be horrible for humanity as a whole, and the Olympians were bad for half bloods as well. Danny Phantom, however, could be just what most half bloods were after. He needed training in mortal form, clearly, but that could be an angle for Nico to use.
#Sango Scribes#Mythic Phantom#Danny Phantom#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#DP x PJO#fanfiction#Danny Fenton#Tucker Foley#Nico Di Angelo#The Gods#Vortex
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DPx PJO
Would Danny rule over hades?
In a ghost king Danny au, who would be stronger? Danny or hades?.
Think about it, the infinite realms holds together reality and many different dimensions. Each dimension has its own religions and different religions will have different afterlifes.
Since the infinite realms are technicaly also the land of the dead that would mean that all afterlifes are in the realms.
(I like to think of it as a sort of territory where, normal ghost (those from ectoplasm) cannot enter said afterlives since they aren't "pure soul" and have ectoplasm. Like, the ectoplasm prevents them from entering a form of heaven or hell so they just wander the realms)
So the underworld that hades rule over would be in the realms.
Alongside many other forms of underworlds with different gods from different dimensions.
Keep in mind that not all dimensions are gonna worship the same gods. Zeus might be the strongest in this dimension but there will be another dimension with a god stronger than him.
(gods like clockwork, exist in almost every dimension but with different names, mostly Ancients of the realms)
Since Danny is the High king of ghosts and the infinite realms, wouldn't that technically put hades, and any other God under him?
#danny phantom#percy jackson#nico di angelo#hades#i keep thinking about it#like seriously#danny is the king of the realms#legit god material#its been bugging me#i cant help but think that Ghost know ng danny would be op#dp x pjo
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Stiles: Come on guys I wasn't that drunk last night
Danny: You flirted with Derek
Stiles: So what? He's my fiancé
Scott: You asked him if he was single
Stiles:...
Jackson: You cried when he said he was engaged
#incorrect teen wolf quotes#incorrect sterek quotes#stiles stilinski#derek hale#danny mahealani#scott mccall#jackson whittemore#sterek#derek x stiles#stiles x derek
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The gods are assholes in this so you have been warned
So Dani 11-12 was passing through Long Island when she got attacked by a hellhound. The ecto in her blood works like a halfbloods, so she can also get past her border
Thankfully, there were a group of people doesn’t matter who the demigods are nearby who jump to help, which Dani was thankful for, seeing as she couldn’t use her ghost powers in the US.
They people pull her aside and tell her she a demigod.
They take her to Long Island dispite her protests
“I’m not a demigod! Trust me on this!”
“Look, kid, I know it takes some getting used to, but we can help.”
Dani ends up stay for a few months because she comet convince them she’s not a demigod and whenever she sneaks out someone finds her and drags her back.
She stays for a few months and the place starts to feel like home. She hasn’t told themselves he a ghost because do the acts and she’s afraid she’ll get shunned
The counselors are getting angsty. Dani’s 13th birthday is nearing, and she still has been claimed. Everyone is getting impatient. Percy especially so. He wasn’t about to let the gods go back in their promise so soon.
The day before Dani’s 13th birthday comes up, and she gets claimed.
By Thanatos.
Everyone’s relived.
Dani’s suspicions.
She knows she’s not a halfblood. So why did Thantos claim her?
She got her answers in a dream.
Thanatos’s scythe is misplaced. He wants Dani to look for it.
Rachel gives Dani a prophecy soon enough. One for a solo quest. The first one in millennia.
As Dani goes on her quest, she is kinda relived, she can use her ghost powers to help her seeing as it was a solo quest, but as she’s searching, she slowly realizes that the scythe was stolen. By someone who Thantos had wrongly taken the life of.
Pariah Dark.
Looks like Dani’s demigod cover is about to be blown to bits.
But, surprisingly, she gets the scythe back and returns it. She comes to camp alive. Everyone is relived. The end.
Not really.
Thanatos spread the word that Dani is willing to do about anything to keep her cover as a demigod and stay at camp.
So random gods begin to claim her and blackmail her into doing solo quests. None of them will listen when she tries to tell them that Pariah Dark wants to attack.
Campers are not pleased, especially as the quests get harder and more dangerous.
Maybe a group of campers finally decide to follow her and watch her in order to keep her safe.
They watched as Dani had to face Pariah Dark for her quest for Ares.
The gods didn’t listen, they let pariah dark get her allies, and it will be their downfall.
#danny phantom#danielle phantom#dani fenton#percy jackson#camp half blood#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo x dp#cvw fic summaries
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Danny always wanted a pet of some sort, but with the way his parents were he knew no regular pet would survive them. He thought he would have to wait until he moved out. Then he became a halfta. Turns out regular animals outside of Amity Park hated him, the animals inside Amity Park were either indifferent or at least tolerated him due to their exposure to ectoplasm. He didn't think he would ever find pet, then Cujo came into his life.
Danny was so happy that Cujo liked him and thought of him as his master. Danny made sure to read up on being a responsible dog owner. One of the things he read was dogs were happier and healthier if they were socialized with other dogs. Now this was a problem because even if the other dogs in Amity liked Cujo, they were to fragile for him to really play with. One day as Danny is complaining to Clockwork about not being able to find any dogs that could take to playing with Cujo. Clockwork mentions he remembers his eldest son, getting a 3 headed dog named Spot that would be on par with Cujo and wouldn't get hurt and also could use some socializing. Danny asks where he can find said dog, Clockwork points Danny towards the Greek Underworld. Danny starts having random doggy playdates with Spot and Cujo. Both dogs are happier for it.
In the first PJO book Percy needs to go to the underworld, it would be funny if this happens around a time Danny is visiting with Cujo.
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Ok so I've been seeing a lot of Tiktoks where people are reading fanfics and all of a sudden Jackson Wang is throwing a party. So it got me thinking what if Jackson Wang was throwing a party in Gotham. But let me add someone else into the mix what if the Phantom gang goes to said party and gets drunk.
Drunk Danny trying to call his dad because they messed up.
Bruce received a call from an unknown number saying "Dad listen...uh...we fucked up," and he panicked, wondering who was calling him and what had happened. Were they hurt? Did they need rescuing?
Meanwhile, Danny didn’t notice he had called the wrong number because he just wanted to go home and was scared. Jazz and Sam were drunk and fighting some men who had tried to kidnap them while Tucker was passed out.
Next part
#dc x dp crossover#kpop#dpxdc#jackson wang#danny phantom#tucker foley#jazz fenton#sam manson#bruce wayne
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