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hannahmanderr · 2 years ago

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DannyMay 2023 Day 1 - Fantasy AU

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Summary: In which Danny finds that when a stranger offers him help, it's probably too good to be true. (FFN)

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Danny didn’t notice the little ghost until he collided with it at breakneck speed, sending both tumbling head over heels.

“Ohmigosh,” Danny said once he’d righted himself. He darted over to the little ghost, who was more disoriented than he. Being only a foot tall or so, they’d fallen harder and farther. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you! I was just in such a hurry -”

The little ghost shook their head, although their eyes still seemed somewhat unfocused. “Aye, nothin’ about it, yeh hear?”

Danny tilted his head. The ghost’s accent sounded Irish, or maybe it was Scottish. Celtic? He never knew what the difference was. And accents didn’t mean much anyway in the Ghost Zone. They weren’t exactly the greatest indicator of where a ghost was from, although Danny had heard of a reclusive tribe of spirits living out past the Forest of the Lost who exclusively spoke in an accent of buzzes.

“And where might yeh be travelin’ in such a rush?” the ghost asked, brushing off their gauzy green dress.

“Oh, um, I got this summons, I think? From Princess Dora? Or maybe it’s Queen Dora now…”

The little ghost regarded him for a long moment before their elven ears twitched and they broke into a too-wide grin. “Aye, Princess Dorathaea of Mattingly! Yeh shoulda mentioned somethin’ sooner!”

Danny found himself at a bit of a loss. “I - what? But you just asked me.”

“If yeh allow me,” the ghost said, as if Danny hadn’t spoken, “I believe there lies a passage fer speedier travel to the Dragon Kingdom near me home. It would do me no greater pleasure than to take yeh there! Ease up the journey a bit, aye?”

Danny wasn’t sure if his head was still spinning from his tumble or from the little ghost’s rapid escalation to asking to escort him. Most ghosts he met would’ve probably blasted him halfway across the Zone by now, so he supposed it shouldn’t be surprising that there would be ghosts who would tend to the other extreme of over-hospitality.

He was also starting to register more of the ghost’s appearance. Long, charcoal gray cornsilk hair draped down their back. It was neatly slicked back at the top, leaving plenty of room for their large, pointed ears. Where their nose should’ve been were only two small slits, and their grin (which reminded Danny of the Cheshire Cat) revealed two rows of yellowed, razor sharp teeth.

Their wings distracted him most. They reminded him of dragon wings in how they tapered to points up and down their whole length, but these were gossamer thin. They matched the ghost’s chalky white skin, but Danny was pretty sure he could see the Zone’s trademark swirls of ectoplasm through the wings. They stayed perfectly still, too, which admittedly wasn’t as surprising for a creature that could probably fly without wings already.

“I’m - uhh,” Danny stammered when he realized he’d probably been staring a little longer than what could be considered polite. “That’s okay, really, I’m a fast flier…”

“Aye, but yeh shouldn’t keep the princess waitin’, yeh know. Yeh’ve been summoned, after all!”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the little ghost that just felt… off. It was setting off his instincts, both human and ghostly. Still though, it was probably only because they hadn’t attacked him yet, and he wasn’t used to meeting friendly faces while traveling through the Ghost Zone. And he didn’t want to offend them. If he’d learned anything since first entering the Zone, it was that most ghosts had very particular ideas about social cues.

He sighed. “Alright,” he relented. “If it’ll be faster, why not?”

If possible, the little ghost’s grin grew even wider. “Excellent!” they said before shooting off. Danny had to scramble to catch up. For their tiny size, they were extremely fast.

“Me kin and I live just on that island o’er there,” they chirped when he caught up. “Yeh’ll love it!”

Danny frowned. “I thought you said the portal was near your home, not in it.”

The little ghost laughed - a discordant tinkling like the dopey toy piano his baby cousin owned. “Oh, no sonny! Tis a passageway, not a portal. A Fetch, if yeh want a proper name!”

“Wait, like a dog?”

The ghost laughed again. “Yer a little fledgling, aren’t yeh? Yeh’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

Danny was still trying to remember what on earth “fledgling” meant (and if he should be offended by it) when they arrived on the lush green island. The foliage reminded him of something he’d see on Earth. Stuff in the Zone tended to veer towards the “weird” end of the spectrum, including the plant life, but everything here - the grass, the flowers, the trees - all could’ve been taken straight from a human forest.

The ghosts were a different story. They all had a similar facial structure to the little ghosts and the same tapered ears, but most similarities ended there. Their hair and skin varied between shades of green, black, purple, blue, and gray. Some let their hair hang loose; others had theirs done up in elaborate braids threaded with flowers and leaves. Most wore loose, flowy dresses or tunics in muted earth tones. Though they were all small in size, they ranged anywhere from a few inches to a couple of feet.

The only other thing they seemed to have in common were the wings, but they came in such a wide variety that it was difficult to see other similarities. Some were shimmery. Some were feathered. Some were veiny, like leaves. Some were jagged and torn. He thought he spotted at least one whose wings looked like branches from a tree.

He couldn’t help but gawk as he and the little ghost made their way through the forest. It was reciprocated by the other ghosts, who watched him with a hungry curiosity in their eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, a pair of ghosts no bigger than his hand giggled and ducked behind a tree as he passed by. One, sitting alone on a tree branch and kicking its bare feet, began chattering in a language Danny didn’t recognize. In the distance, he heard the lilting notes of a flute.

“By the way,” the little ghost said, shaking him out of his stupor, “I don’t believe I caught yer name before.”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the situation that was setting off his alarm bells, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it had to do with the eerily human environment. Maybe it was putting his two halves at odds with each other.

Still though, he wondered why a little voice in the back of his head was pressing him not to answer the little ghost.

“I’m Phantom,” he finally settled on. Then, because he was feeling tense and because it was a force of habit, he said, “Or punk, if you’re feeling friendly. Or just ghost boy, or whelp, or-”

“Aye, I knew I recognized yeh,” the little ghost interrupted. “Yeh have quite the reputation there, sonny.”

Danny flushed green. “Yeah, that’s… I’m definitely not the most popular guy in the Zone, that’s for sure.”

“But yeh also have the power to back it up, I hear!” The little ghost faced him. “Such a young ‘un… and yet powerful enough to be named Pariah’s Bane…”

He fiddled with one of the little pouches on his belt. He might be used to Frostbite and his tribe lauding his praises by now, but he still hated having attention drawn to some of his bigger exploits. It was especially embarrassing hearing it come from a complete stranger.

He was too preoccupied with his self-consciousness to notice the hungry glint in the little ghost’s eyes.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, did you mention your name already? I’m sorry if I missed it.” He hoped his guide would latch onto the change of subject.

To his surprise, he felt their aura flinch away, although their body didn’t show it. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - it happened all the time when he managed to get the upper hand on an enemy and he was able to assert his own power and aura - but it was unexpected given the situation.

“Me kin and me,” they said tightly, “we prefer to use, ah, a more communal means of callin’ each other. Makes things easier for all of us, yeh know?”

The alarm bells in Danny’s head were ringing louder now. He still wasn’t quite sure why, but he found himself thinking of Sam and her fixation on mythology. He couldn’t remember exactly what she might’ve said to trigger his memory now, though. Maybe he needed to start paying more attention to her raves about myths and legends.

Hadn’t there been a story about a group of creatures that were touchy about names? Maybe…

“Ah, here we are!” the little ghost said. Their face had relaxed somewhat and the tension had drained from their voice. “The Fetch! Gets yeh where yer s’posed to be in the blink of an eye!”

Danny looked to where the ghost was gesturing proudly, but he didn’t see whatever he was supposed to see. It was just an empty patch of grass, no different than the rest of the grass on the island. Granted, it was kind of hard to think between the anxious thoughts and the hypnotic flute music, both of which had grown noticeably louder.

The little ghost floated forward but stopped when they noticed Danny wasn’t following. “What be the matter, sonny?” they asked.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. He was still searching for an identifiable portal or device or something in the grass and trying to ignore the nagging voice in his head (that had suspiciously taken on Sam’s voice) telling him not to listen.

The ghost was now frowning. “Yeh - yeh have to come over here for it to work, yeh know! Won’t do yeh any good from all the way over there!”

Danny had stopped listening. He’d found what the Sam-voice was pressing him to notice.

“Um, on second thought,” he said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. Gingerly, he floated backwards, away from the line of off-white mushrooms a few inches in front of him. “I think I’m okay, really. I’m sure Dora will understand if it takes me a bit longer…”

The little ghost’s lips curled back, revealing their razor-sharp teeth again. The music cut off abruptly. Danny felt the ectoplasm around him still suddenly as several auras flared towards him. He whipped around only to see a dozen or so of the little ghost’s kin surrounding him and edging their way toward him, their teeth bared as well. The wicked gleam in each of their eyes sent chills down his spine.

“I think yeh’ll want to do as I tell yeh to, sonny,” the little ghost growled. Their voice grew dangerously low and soft. “It’ll be easier for yeh if yeh cooperate.”

Danny glared at the group of ghosts advancing on him, trying to wield his own aura against their collective one. With a particularly strong push, he snarled, and he felt his eyes blaze a little brighter. Two or three of the ghosts hesitated, but the rest of the group was unfazed by his show of power. If anything, they looked even hungrier than they had before.

“If you know my reputation so well,” he quipped, twisting back to face the little ghost, “you’d know I don’t have the best track record of listening to people!”

Their laugh was dark. “Yeh think so, eh?” They drifted languidly towards Danny. “Yer not as bright as they say. Even the little ‘uns know not to cross paths with us. They know how dangerous we can be.”

The group behind him was maybe a few meters away. “Oh, but yeh, yer different. Such a unique child… Such untold power…” the little ghost purred. They licked their lips. “Imagine what me and me kin can do with a spirit like yeh…”

Danny barked a laugh, but it was hollow. He tried to suppress his rapidly increasing fear by calling up another burst from his aura. “Yeah, right. There’s no way I’m doing anything you tell me to. Now that I know what you are, anyway.” The burst only succeeded in delaying the approaching group by a few seconds.

The little ghost - the faerie - laughed again. “A bit late, if yeh ask me. Shoulda realized before yeh told me yer name, hm?” They must’ve noticed the way Danny’s glare faltered at that statement, because their lips stretched thin in a maniacal smile.

“We might not be as powerful as yeh,” they said with barely contained glee, “but we have ways to… compensate, yeh might say. Give us yer name and yeh give us protection ‘gainst any attack yeh throw at us.”

Danny cursed under his breath. Ancients, he should’ve just listened to his instincts when they’d first kicked in. He should’ve known that when both his ghost and human halves were telling him a situation was Not GoodTM, it was usually true.

“Aye, and yer name gives us somethin’ else, too,” the faerie continued. They raised a clawed, bony finger and pointed it straight at Danny.

At first, he was confused. Nothing happened. Then a shooting pain ran straight through his core, causing him to double over midair. It embedded itself into his core and pulled. Even though he couldn’t see anything physically stuck in his chest, he could see strands of bright green ectoplasmic energy - his energy - winding out of his chest, where his core was, and towards the faerie. His stomach turned in horror as he realized whatever had hooked into him was siphoning his energy away. He was helpless to stop it.

The slits in the faerie’s face widened as they inhaled deeply, drawing Danny’s energy into their own body. He felt their aura flare, and they sighed contentedly.

“A little bit of a slower process,” they said with their Cheshire Cat grin, “but a good meal is worth waitin’ for, eh?”

“Share! Share!” the group behind him began hissing. Danny tried to growl in response, but it came out as more of a whimper than anything.

“Quit yer whinin’,” the faerie said. “Yeh’ll get yer turn soon enough. He won’t be leavin’ anytime soon.” Then, to Danny, they continued, “Most of our, shall we say, guests don’t stay very long, yeh see. The humans, they end up starvin’. And the other creatures that come to our home, they just don’t have enough in them to share fer long. They got little cores. Can only hold so much, yeh know?” They laughed, its discordant tinkling causing Danny to cringe in pain.

“Ah, but yeh and yer core. Yer somethin’ of legend, sonny. The stories of yer power, how yeh managed to wrangle the fiercest of opponents… Why, they say yeh even came back from Oblivion’s door when yeh felled Lord Pariah. Very few beins’ can do somethin’ like that… Very few indeed…”

The faerie spread their hand that wasn’t pointing at Danny. “He’s too fast, they say. Too clever, they say. Too much to be reckoned with. We’d never get the chance to have a go at yeh. But look now! Yeh delivered yerself right to us!” With a wicked grin, they crooked their pointed finger. “And now we have yeh at our mercy.”

Danny gasped as the hook in his core twisted sharply. His hands pressed against his chest in a fruitless effort to stop the strands of energy from leaving his body. His core screeched and, trying to defend itself, drove its own energy against the foreign presence. Frost began to crystallize on his fingers and the tips of his hair, and he realized with a start that his eyes were glowing bright enough to cast a light onto the ground beneath him.

Of course, this only succeeded in giving the faerie a larger pool of energy to draw from. Their smile stretched wider as they reveled in the energy spiraling their way.

“Yeh know,” they said, almost lazily, “this would be so much easier on yeh if yeh just step o’er that line there.”

Danny gritted his teeth. Through the haze of the pain, he managed to shake his head. Snowflakes fell from his hair as his head moved.

The faerie tilted their head. “No matter, really. We have all we need to make yeh cooperate.” Their eyes began to glow the same green as Danny’s energy. His heart dropped violently. If he was remembering Sam’s stories right, he had a horrible feeling he knew what they were about to do.

“Come to me, Phantom,” they whispered, their voice low and ominous. Danny screwed his eyes shut and braced himself for the inevitable consequence of the command.

It never came.

The faerie growled. “Phantom, I command you to come to me!” they said, agitated.

An unseen force tugged weakly at Danny’s body, but despite the pain and energy loss, he easily resisted. He hesitated, then opened his eyes. True enough, he hadn’t moved.

The faerie faltered. “What is the meanin’ of this?” they shouted. Their extended finger lowered the slightest bit. As it dropped, he felt the siphon attached to his core slacken.

It was enough for Danny. In a panic to take advantage of the reprieve and with a wave of adrenaline, his core ignited. He didn’t try to contain it. With a guttural yell, he let the energy explode outward in a supernova of bright light.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in the center of a ring of icy spikes, radiating out towards the faeries. A couple who had been closer to him, including the one who had attempted to command him, had been frozen instantly. The remaining faeries hissed in fury, but they didn’t approach the barricade of ice. Some of them even took a few hesitant steps away.

Danny didn’t waste any time. With the connection severed, he gathered the last few dredges of energy he had left and shot straight up. Once he cleared the canopy of trees, he picked a direction he was mostly certain was towards the portal and followed it as fast as he could.

He had only been flying for a few minutes when his core finally gave out. He managed to land on a tiny, rocky island before his transformation rings washed over him, leaving him human. He crawled over to a crevice between two particularly large rocks and squeezed himself inside. He had no idea if the faeries would try to chase him or not. Being caught in human form with a depleted core sounded like a nightmare.

Shakily, he inhaled, trying to absorb the ambient ectoplasm. It’d be a while before he’d be able to build up enough energy to get somewhere safer. Maybe Pandora’s. She’d let him stay with her before. He just hoped Dora wasn’t too upset with him.

His eyes slipped shut. He was just so tired, so spent after losing such a large amount of energy in such a short period of time. Surely he wouldn’t be spotted, folded in between these two stones. He’d be okay if he just rested for a minute, right?

As Danny drifted into sleep, he wondered if he would’ve been able to get away if he’d told the faerie his true name.

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zeohieks · 2 years ago

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this is my first time doing something like this so to say that im abit nervous is an understatement lmao

anyway here's my take on the fantasy prompt?? idk if it looks like danny but i did the sketch at 7 in the morning :T

pinterest is a life saver for outfits omg (why are clothing wrinkles so annoying 😿)

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#dannymay #dannymay2023 #phantasy #danny phandom #danny phantom art #danny phantom #danny phantom au #dp au #dannymay day 1

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shadowfaerieammy · 2 years ago

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DannyMay2023 Day 1: Fantasy

Enjoy this little fairy Phantom.

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lonelyassassin96 · 2 years ago

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POV: You're pretty sure your best friend just accidentally stepped into a necromancer's spell....

You know, for as many fantasy au's that people have come up with, I'm surprised I haven't seen anyone touching on necromancy specifically. Maybe because it's too obvious? Oh well.

Dannymay day 1: Fantasy AU

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #dannymay #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #danny phantom fantasy au #fantasy au #necromancy #fan art #dannymay day 1 #dannymay 2023 #dannymay event

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jamiethebeeart · 2 years ago

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Dannymay 2023 Day 1: Fantasy AU

I love the idea that no matter the universe these 3 would find one another (read more has close-ups of each)

Sam is a druid, Danny is a warrior/knight, and Tucker is a sorcerer/mage/ect.

#dannymay2023 #dannymay #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #dannymay day 1 #i used an old sketch for this :))) but i basically had to start over with it cause it was years old and not good lmao #6.5 hours of my life i did not plan for and as usual tumblr is trashing quality #i could've chosen the simple fantasy au sketch i had but noooo i chose the 3 person full body one with details #dp jbee

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scarlette-foxx · 2 years ago

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Fantasy? Uhh guess youre a fairy now kid.

DannyMay Day 1- Fantasy AU

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saurixx · 2 years ago

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Danny fae

#danny phantom #dannymay day 1 #dannymay2023

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scarletsaphire · 2 years ago

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The Chosen Knight (Dannymay Day 1: Fantasy AU)

Danny wanders into the Fae Realm on accident, and on a dare. He never intended to get lost, and he never intended to be chosen as the Realm’s physical representation.

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His first day in the Fae Realm, Danny survived on a combination of his parents teachings and dumb luck. It had simply been dumb, how he had ended up here. A dare from Sam and Tucker, to go take a picture of a faerie ring or anything else. It was teasing, joking, playing; none of them really believed in the fae, even if Danny’s parents were fanatic. But then Danny had walked into the forest, camera clutched in his hands, and the trees had grown around him and the forest started to whisper, and Danny hadn’t been able to find his way back.

It took him 13 hours before he couldn’t help but curl on the ground and try to sleep. His parents had told him that anyone who falls asleep in the fae realm will wake up as the roots of an ancient tree, and will find that hundreds of years had passed since they laid down to rest. But Danny could not keep walking, could not keep looking, so he laid in a patch of moonlight and moss, and tried to sleep. (It wasn’t until the branches moved and the stars shone brighter that he was able to fall into a restless, uneasy sleep.)

When Danny awoke, he was not one with the roots of an oak tree, nor had the surrounding area changed from what he remembered the night before. He took that as a good sign.

He stumbled across the lady a few hours after waking, still wandering lost and confused in the forest. “It’s time for lunch!” she called with a smile as soon as she saw him.

Her teeth were too sharp, and her eyes blinked sideways, and her fingers weren’t fingers at all, but different cooking and dining utensils. Danny wanted to run.

“You must not run,” a feminine voice whispered in his head. The words were clipped, and awkward, almost as if it was being spoken through clenched teeth. “But you must not eat. Accept her company, but not her food.”

The voice must be his mothers lessons. It was a better idea than sprinting into the dense trees and getting lost, so he sat on the blanket she had spread on the floor, and did just that. He politely declined the sandwiches, fruit, cookies, salad, soup, and cake that she offered, but listened as she talked.

She left without eating anything. The food left with her.

Danny ran out of water in his water bottle that day. It took him 4 hours before he found his head pounding and his mouth bone dry. But he couldn’t drink anything; his father had told him about how drinking anything from the fae realm replaces your blood with the drink, leaving you forever needing the liquid of the fae, or you’ll dry up into a shriveled, living corpse.

His foot led him without his mind guiding them, and he nearly fell face first into the stream. The water was cool and clear, and it made his throat ache even more. “You may drink, dearest knight. It will not tie you anymore than you already are.” It was the same voice as before. Definitely not just his mother’s echo in his mind. Even if it wasn’t too specific, neither of his parents would ever advise him to drink or eat in the Fae Realm. They had said many times that it was better to die than to end up stuck in the Fae Realm. But Danny didn’t want to die, so he bent at the stream and reached his hand into the stream, and brought the water to his lips. He wasn’t sure whether the water tasted better than water should, or if it was just his desperate thirst that made it so, but it was the most refreshing drink he ever had.

It was only a couple hours later that Danny succumbed to hunger. He wasn’t starving, not yet anyway, but he was hungry, and it was probably already too late for him. If he wasn’t already trapped here, he doubted that the berries he stumbled across would make a difference. Or, if they were poisonous and killed him, he would be listening to his parent’s advice after all. “They will not hurt you, dearest knight. I will keep you safe until you return the favor.”

Danny’s heart skipped a beat, his hand already holding a handful of berries, a deep purple color, not unlike blueberries but more vivid. “What…what do you mean?” His voice came out choked, both from emotion and from his only recently quenched dehydration.

“Eat, dearest knight. As I said before, it will not tie you anymore than you already are.” Danny swallowed once, trying to clear the lump in his throat. She was right though. He knew she was, whoever she may be and whatever she may want with him. Danny’s next swallow brought with it the berries he had held, their juices sweet and coating his tongue and throat.

He felt the voice purr contentedly in the back of his mind. He felt something else, something new, something that was him, purr back in response.

—- Danny wandered through the Fae Realm for…he didn’t know how long. He simply wandered, his feet bringing him in any and every direction. When he was hungry, they would bring him to berries or nuts. When he was thirsty he would find streams. When he was tired, the trees would part and let him see the stars and moon through their canopy, and for all of it She was with him.

She was the Fae realm itself, its spirit, its heart. She was what kept the world together, what kept the magic alive, what provided the forest and the earth and the sky. She was everything. And She needed Danny.

“Dearest knight,” She had explained early on in Danny’s wandering. Human language did not fit right in her mouth. It was beneath her. “Your world, the world of mortals and men, is pulling away from magic. You use technology that I do not understand, and if it continues without us, we may both end up in ruin. You are perfect. You will be my body, my hands, my eyes and ears. You are so very special.”

Danny had freaked out a significant amount at that announcement, but She had calmed him, letting the whole of the Fae Realm drape over his shoulders like a weighted blanket. It was as much of a comfort as it was a demonstration. This weight was Hers to carry alone; now, it was also his. He calmed, and he accepted his new place. It wasn’t like he had a choice.

During his wanderings, he met with some of the residents of this world. A hunter with a body of metal and stone, fascinated by his humanity. He had offered a spot in his house, a permanent place to stay. Notably, he never said anything about his stay having him live. A woman with fire for hair and a voice that warmed and enchanted. A creature that more resembled a pile of crates stacked on top of each other than a man, though he spoke like one. His interactions with all of them were guided, at first, by Her, but as the days started to blend together, and he began to meet the same faces (or the same people with new faces) he found himself learning how to handle them, and for some, to befriend them.

It was after that, when he had started to think of some of the denizens not as a nuisance or a roadblock but as companions, that She led him to his house.

He opened the door before Danny could knock. He wore a purple cloak with pieces that spun and clicked against each other, holding each piece together in an impossible mechanical contraption. “Hello, Daniel. You may call me Clockwork.”

Clockwork was the Timekeeper for the Fae Realm, though he did it more as a hobby than as a job. He did not control time itself; rather, he collected it, keeping stolen seconds in buckets and treasured moments in jars. She had tasked Clockwork with helping Danny learn about the Realm, and caring for him in ways She could not. She was not leaving, of course. They could not be a part, not in any way that matters.

(Once, after he had been at Clockwork’s for a while, Clockwork showed him a jar of sand and stardust. It showed him entering the forest, however long ago that was. Danny had watched his friends stand there, staring into the forest, waiting for him to return. Danny knew that they would wait there forever, or until they left. He spent that night fighting down tears. Were his friends still alive? Did they remember him? A part of him desperately hoped they would remember him. He pushed that part far, far down.)

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Danny was not a human anymore. He hadn’t thought of himself as one in years, even if at a glance he would pass as one. In fact, at a glance he would pass as the boy who had wandered into the forest so long ago, not having aged a day. But the more you’d look, the more you’d notice how his knees and elbows bent at weird places on the limbs, so that when he ran four legs would be just as natural as two. You’d notice how his teeth were too sharp and too crowded and too many. You’d notice how his eyes were too big, his pupils too black, and the flecks of white just a tad too orderly. (If you liked the stars, you would recognize the patterns.) It wouldn’t take near as much studying to notice how his hair was pitch black during the day, seeming to suck all the light in, and yet at night would practically shine white, releasing the light it had absorbed.

Danny was not a human, and so when She told him that he was to return to the human world, his heart did not skip a beat. His hopes, long since dashed to bits, did not begin to piece themselves together. His mind did not flash to people whose faces he could just barely recall. He was not a human. (Besides, he doubted he would know anyone, anymore. He hoped no one would know him.)

He did not expect to emerge to the forest to see two faces, once so familiar, waiting anxiously at the edge of the forest. He did not expect them to give him relieved smiles, and rush forward to throw their arms around him.

“You were gone for like three hours man! We were super worried out here, you almost gave me a heart attack,” Tucker said, grabbing at his chest dramatically.

Something long repressed and deeply human began to wake inside of Danny.

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decibly · 2 years ago

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Danny knew it was stupid to go into the woods, but it was Jazz's birthday tomorrow and he had overheard her talking about how beautiful the roses there looked. Thoughts of the fairies barely crossed his mind as he made plans to get some for his sister.

Those thoughts were definitely crossing his mind now.

He should probably scream, to try and let someone know that he was being taken by fairies, but what sort of maniac would be out here to hear and try to help?

He screamed anyway.

"Shut up, kid!" The fairy holding him said as she weaved through the trees, headed for a distant green glow. "No one can help you."

Danny still kept screaming, over and over until his voice turned hoarse. By now all the trees seemed to be twisting and turning in unnatural ways, all of them bathed in a vivid green glow brighter than anything Danny had seen. His voice could barely make a sound anymore, but he kept trying, over and over until his throat felt like it was on fire. Just as the green glow became so bright he could barely see, he made one more plea.

"Please… help…"

Jazz lay down the rose on the grave mournfully. The day after tomorrow was her birthday, so tomorrow was…

The day her brother vanished.

Not died. Never died. Logically, she knew that her brother was probably dead. For all intents and purposes he was, sure – he was gone, never coming back, with no way to ever see him again. But no one knew what happened to the people that the fairies took, and it made her feel better to hope that he was okay.

It wasn't a very healthy way to deal with it, but she was afraid that if she ever acknowledged that Danny was gone she would break down crying and never get up again.

So hope it was.

As Jazz wandered back home, she walked close by the woods. Not in them, never in them, but closer than she would be comfortable with on any other day.

As she paused to look at some flowers – not roses that she knew of, but they looked like ones her mum had planted a few months back – she heard a voice in another direction.

"CRAP! That HURTS! Why are roses always out to get me!"

She knew that voice.

It was hoarser, and maybe a little deeper, but she knew that voice.

It had been an entire year, but she knew that voice.

"Danny?" she choked out, looking off into the woods where it had come from.

There was no response.

She changed course and headed in that direction, walking at first, but then quickly upping the pace to a jog and then a break-neck sprint.

"Danny!" she yelled.

There was no response.

"DANNY!" she screamed.

The logical part of her brain was screaming at her, yelling extremely loudly about how this was the stupidest thing she had ever done, and haven't your parents always told you that fairies will mimic voices, try anything they can to get you–

There was a response.

It was quiet. Timid. The voice sounded horribly scratchy.

"Jazz?"

It was Danny.

He looked different, sure – his ears were pointed, his skin pale and his once sky-blue eyes now had a bright green shine – but that was Jazz's brother, right there, sitting in grass.

She raced forward to give him a hug, to make up for all the ones he had missed. She was never going to let him go again, no matter what happened.

Just before she made contact, he tried to jerk away, but even after all those months she was wise to his tricks, and–

Her hand landed on nothing. Instead, it passed right through Danny, chilling her to the bone. The rest of her followed through, and the only time Jazz could ever remember being this cold was when someone shoved her through the ice covering the lake nearby during winter a few years back.

She swallowed, and moved into a sitting position next to him.

"Danny? Are you… really here?"

No answer, for a few seconds. "Danny?" she tried again.

Danny let out a nervous laugh, one that had been running through her dreams good or bad, for nearly a year. "Umm. Sorta? I'm real, and I'm here, but… not really here? I'm a bit half stuck in the fairy realm, so…"

He stuck his hand in his chest for a second or two, then pulled it out.

"...that."

Jazz looked at her little brother, emotions that she didn't have the words for running through her stomach. "You're really Danny?"

Danny nodded.

"Can you come back home?"

"No, I can't leave the forest. I've been trying, but it's like there's an invisible barrier. I'm trapped."

Jazz doesn't have the words she wants to say. Instead, she says something else.

"I've got to be home soon. I'll see you here tomorrow?"

Danny looks like he doesn't know what to say either, and they stand there in silence a few seconds. Then he opens his mouth, and says, "Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow. Same time?"

Jazz nods. Then, after another failed hug attempt, she heads towards the green light of her parents house.

(She doesn't realise that the light is too bright, that she ran too far in her search for her brother to be able to see her parents in house.)

(She doesn't realise that tomorrow, she'll be able to hug her brother perfectly.)

#dannymay day 1 #dannymay2023 #fantasy au #prompt #i meant to post this yesterday but my phone died #danny fenton #jazz fenton #next one will be posted tomorrow because migraine

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DannyMay 2023, Day 1: Fantasy!AU

Tittle: When Life Hands You Demons Make Demonade

Summary: Danny dreamt of becoming a spatial mage ever since he was little. His parents continued with their crazy idea of building a portal to the demon realm while Jazz left for the mage tower to learn to be a mind mage. It was all fine...untill..it wasn't.

Danny dreamed of becoming a spatial mage ever since he was little.

Others may have called his dream futile and ridiculous, while pointing out his not so stellar grades at the school ran by the church, but how would they know better? The did not have the right to know about how much he could and will achive.

Other than his family and two of his best friends no one knew... That the thing is, he always had a knack for anything that had to do with space: astronomy, charts, spells. His mana affinity was the highest with one of the rarest elements, space. They tested it while he was little along with Jazz's, who, to no one's surprise had a talent for mental magic. Alright, his grades were not the best, he was also kinda bullied by one of those airhead, buff, warrior-to-bes, but he was happy. He had his dreams, his friends, his family, even if they weren't perfect.

So he was fine! Everything was fine!

Untill.. it wasn't.

Of course his peaceful days had to be ruined by what wrecked their family apart long since before that: his parents crazy portal mocked abomination.

It all started with a jokingly made bet between Danny, Tucker and Sam. They dared him to enter the faulty portal his parents spent all their time on in the past 10 years - instead of spending time with their own children and letting them basically fend for themselves - that of course did not work when they tried to turn it on after investing blood and tears into the accursed thing.

It felt like begin burnt alive.

His cell were begin destroyed and reorganized by the imploding mana coming out of the mana stones powering the machine as it turned on.

Of course the frigging 'On' switch had to be installed on the inside of the machine instead of the outside - like any sane person would - , but at this point, what did he except from his nutjob mechanic parents?

One missed step, a protruding cable, was all that needed for his stellar luck to turn for the worse.

Danny's screams echoed trough the basement, like a banshee from hell, or like someone going trough inhuman torture which, let's be frank, he was, so give him some slack. Sam and Tucker were scared out of their mind. Who would have though an innocent little bet would end up in a deadly situation, but with the Fenton luck, they should have excepted it.

If Danny thought the pain was the worst during the incident he did not prepare for what to come after.

The realization that he could no longer wield mana, like he used to, hit him like and asteroid, pulverizing all that was left of his meager hope.

Danny wondered, if death would be preferable over this. Now, demonic miasma cursing trough his veins, instead of the warm embrace of mana, that he would be never able to feel again in this life.

The despair that came after that realization could not be described in words.

All the space seemed to close off on him, not even the joyus tears of his friends at his survival could bring him back to the present, when all that he ever dreamt to be now just a flying speck of dust, never again to be grasped..

With no goal, no purpose, what is there to live for? Just trugging trough the days with a blank, empty mind.

Is it.. really worth to?

He found his new purpose in beating back the demons that slipped trough the portal that Danny's parents oh, so graciously created for 'them'.

They waltzed trough and wroke havock in their fief to their heart's content. Wenting all his bitter resentment on them, with his new found strength that the transformation brought to him, could only fill the void his scattered deams left for so long..

With time, he came to find that he could take on a more..demonic look.

Sharp fangs, grayish earthy skin, glowing animalistic eyes, sharp balck wings on his back meant to maul, razor sharp nails, and a majestic horn porturning out of the left side of his head. His hair, turned snow white and moved with the miasma that always lingered around him like a cloud of poison that treathened anything that dared to approach his vicinity.

As Danny interacted with the demons he met - fought, mostly - he realised, they weren't the mindless begins of destruction that his parents' heated rants painted them out to be.They all had their own purpose, dreams and belifs, even, if some mildly inconvinient.

Danny sometimes even ended up hanging out with a few of the less chaotic ones. Just chilling and occassionally visiting the demon realm.

Getting sent into the past by the sadistic Demon God of Time was never a pleasant experience, but he learned with experience, it was better to go along with his whims. For the greater good, peace of the world and all bullshit but most of all, so he would finally let Danny go back to his own timeline.

Because, Danny was sure, if he did not do his so called 'mission' Clockwork, the absolute sadist, would sit back while smirking at him from behind the screen, watching Danny from the inside of his tower like some kind of stage play, and let him suffer there till he relented and did just as he was told.

If there was no point in resisting, Danny at least spared hiself the time he would have spent sulking by gettinig it over with as fast as possible and begin done with it.

The good days were brief.

The church and his parents started hunting him down like he was some kind of mindless beast, completely disregarding his efforts to keep their town safe. Using blessings and magical weapons that burnt away at his miasma coated flesh, forcing him to abandon his fights against the trouble makers.

As even his house was turned into a death trap for any dark magician or demonic begin Danny could not find a moment of rest. The church and the demon hunters focusing all their energy on him instead of the demons - like he was the real treath - and wasn't that hilarious?

These days, Danny felt more at home at the demon realm than at his own supposed home. The meager consolations made by his friends and Jazz felt bleak beside all the pain and hurt he was foced to endure.

The burning of the holy attribute spells, the shots of the anti-demon guns aimed at him by his own parents, tore not only his body but also his heart to shreds.

The Danny-hunt countinued on day-by-day making him realise many things. Like how his relationship with his parent was fastly becoming unmendable.

No matter how hard Jazz tried to convice him "It will be alright, you just have to confess to our parents, and they will understant! It was indirectly caused by them, after all." he could see in her eyes, she didn't really belive a single word coming out of her own mouth.

Danny stopped to belive in fairy tales long time ago.

He was realistic. There was nothing to save in this relationship. His parent didn't even notice him slowly drifting away from them, like how would they? They did not really interact with their own son since he was six. They basically knew nothing about him.

And did that not hurt like hell?

These days...these awful days.

He wondered...

Wouldn't it be better to just get up, pack his luggage and leave for the demon realm?

At least.. that would be a place where he was welcomed.

And maybe.. loved.

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The ones that helped betaing this work are the lovely StygianRiver and Pinto Bean! Also thanks a bunch for the absolutely awesome tittle idea IgnotusSomnium

#dannymay2023 #dannymay #dannymay day 1 #danny phantom #danny fenton #fantasy au #phandom event #cross posted on ao3

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