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Not Blue, Black
Everyone always assumes that Danny's eyes are blue. Heâs shown pictures of his family before and his dadâs eyes are blue, and so are his twin brotherâs and his daughterâs, and his big sisterâs. So his must be too! Well, his mom seemed to have this weird purple thing going on so no one was too sure. And no one seemed to care either way, especially not Danny. Besides, why would anyone care about eye color when they had such an amazing young man working alongside them?
Danny was the perfect intern. Heâs always on time, never giving trouble, always giving helpful suggestions, and good at not only his job but everyone elseâs too, making it handy to have him around the office. He was also the workplace hottie, with many guys and girls hovering around him, desperately trying to make him theirs despite him announcing himself happily married the first day he got here. (Everyone knew who his husband and wife were since he couldnât help but show them off every chance he got. Everyone knows theyâve got no chance, but one can dream.)
He also seems to light up just about whatever room he happens to be in. Just his presence alone made even their shittiest days in the office seem like just tiny inconveniences in the eyes of the universe. Unless he himself was pissed, which didnât happen too often. But when he was, everyone felt it and knew to avoid him like the plague. But, other than that, Danny was an all-around good guy and was for sure going to get the job after he graduated from Gotham U.Â
You, on the other hand, werenât too sure about your position in the company, as you were Dannyâs antithesis, everything he was not. You were always late for reasons no one cared to understand. Just about every issue in the office was pinned on you whether you were involved or not. You couldnât ever think about helpful suggestions and just rode off the backs of others. And compared to everyone else's good looks, you were the workplace monster.Â
You had a scar on your face and body you got as a kid. You got it in an accident and it deformed your right side quite a bit. It was challenging to adjust to yes, but over time you learned to live with and accept it. Others not so much. The stares you got almost daily, from everyone in the office to school, even random strangers on the street. All of them made you feel scared and sick. Like you wanted to dig off your skin and rip off your flesh and replace it all with something newer, better, more normal. But you couldnât and had to live like this for the rest of your life. You had to live with the stares for the rest of your life.
Your only saving grace was this job, the one you were assigned to when you first got the internship. You were awful at it at first, resulting in many scoldings from the manager. But throughout the year you were here at this company, you dedicated your time and effort to be good at at least this one thing. And now you were proud to say that you were damn good at it. The best even! So good in fact that everyone decided that they would drop their workload onto you and let you handle it even if it meant extremely late nights at the office.
And thatâs how you got to be here, on the company roof at 1 a.m., debating whether or not going home to actually sleep and eat would be worth the scolding you would get from the manager when you arrive to work âlateâ again..., among other things.
You know having these kinds of thoughts was bad for your mental health (your therapist grilled it into you every time you even mentioned them to her), but it was freeing in a sick sort of way every time you thought of each scenario that could play out if you just-
âHey!â
Jumping back to your senses, you turned around and saw none other than Danny Fenton standing right behind you. You two were never all that close in proximity before now so you only knew that he was big. You werenât expecting the absolute unit that was standing behind you. You knew you were short but having to crane your neck to look at his face only put shit into perspective.
âAnother late night?â
You only nod dumbly as he moves from behind to stand next to you, looking down at the bustling city below. A deep sigh came from him as he pulled a candy from his back pocket and popped it into his mouth. He was always eating candy. Did he have low blood sugar or just a sweet tooth?
âSame. Itâs like we can never go home, huh?â
You couldnât help but laugh at Mr. Perfectâs suffering just a bit until you realized what he meant. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.Â
âCome on Fenton, just because youâve done a few late nights doesnât mean you ânever get to go homeâ.â
You settled next to him, also looking down on the city as well. He was on his phone now, the blue light illuminating his features.
âShe really never sleeps does she?â He says laughing to himself.
You were kinda pissed off now. Who was he, Mr. Perfect Intern, Daniel Fenton, to compare his suffering to yours? You practically lived at this job now, once you werenât busy with school or something else! You even bet that after this heâs gonna go home to his nice apartment and be met by a wrapped-up dinner on the table made by either his husband or wife. (HE HAS A FREAKING HUSBAND AND WIFE FOR FUCKS SAKE!) He was probably talking about his little girl just now, and how sheâs up waiting for him. Maybe she was half asleep on the couch with the TV on since she was so determined to see her Dad come home. Itâs Friday after all of course sheâd get to stay up way past her bedtime. Heâs gonna get a hot bath and wash off dirt and grim of work, and-
Dannyâs laugh was low and deep, rumbling through the air, sending chills down your spine. He turned to you and smiled his pearly whites glimmer-Â Wait were those fangs?
âDude you know you mumble out loud⊠right?â
There was silence between you two until a bright red crept up your neck, and ever so slowly engulfed your face. Shame flooded your entire being as you cradled your face in your hands. You sighed, feeling like more air wanted to come out but your very human lungs were empty and in need of oxygen. So sucking in a breath, you looked him in the face (why can't you see his eyes?). He was still smiling, his fangs (he has freaking fangs how had you never noticed before!) poking his bottom lips making little dimples.
âIâm so sorry, Iâve been stuck here for three days doing everyone else's work. I havenât slept or eaten or taken a shower. I-â
âI know, I know. Youâve been busting your ass for a while now so of course youâd be grumpy.â
You donât think grumpy is the word youâd use but it was close enough.Â
âSo how long have you been here Fenton?â
âA week.â He replied cooly, popping yet another sweet in his mouth. (Okay he needed to stop, at this rate, diabetes would be the next one to put a ring on his finger) But you were surprised nonetheless.
Youâre sure you wouldâve noticed if he was here for the entire week. He must have been playing games with you.
âAm not.â
Okay, you needed to stop thinking out loud.
âLook, just trust and believe that if I didnât want you to notice me, you wouldnât have. But I did soâŠâ He shrugged and looked off into the distance once more.
You think that what he said is impossible, everyone notices Danny Fenton. But the office was pretty small compared to bigger companies. And if he really was there for the entire week you should have noticed him at some point of the three days you were here. You didnât hear him coming up behind you a few moments ago either. So maybe there is some merit to his words.
âWhatâs got you here for so long anyways Fenton?â
He sighed, his face looking more tired than before.Â
âYou know the project that my group has, the one we got two months ago?â You nod and he continues,Â
âWell, it was fine at first. Everyone was pulling their weight, excited to get it done. But then it started, again, with âHey Danny, Iâve got something important to do this afternoon, can you finish this for me?â. Then, âDanny I'm not coming in today, do this for me? Thanks!â. And âHey, Dannyâs good at this let him do it!â. âDanny I need help! Wait noâŠ, I actually meant that I want you to do this for me.âÂ
Dannyâll do this, Danny can do that, donât worry Dannyâs on it! Danny, youâll finish the project⊠right?
That along with the other workloads that are trusted upon me by the managers and other employees, ON TOP OF MY OWN ASSINGED WORK!â
By the time he was done, you had already recognized that voice all too well. Danny was struggling, right on the edge of his line, using the shirt on his back the make just a little more. Danny was breaking and just barely holding it together, just like you were. You never realized it before, but you notice now that, Dannyâs fucking tired. Just like you.
A wet laugh broke your train of thought. His face was a bit wet, his eyes (?) red from held-back tears.
âPeople think that Iâve got no flaws-â A pang of guilt shoots through you as you were one of those people, â- but I do. Metric shit ton in fact. One of them is that I canât help but to help people, even if itâs detrimental to myself. And if my sister finds out about this sheâs gonna slap me upside and force me to stay home for a month!â
Another laugh rang through the air, sounding just a bit too crazy for your liking. Even so, you couldnât help but wonder, you just needed to ask-
âWhy are you telling me this?â
His laughter stopped and he turned to look at you. Like really look at you. You realize that Dannyâs eyes werenât blue like you and everyone else were assuming. His eyes were black. So black. Blacker than the night sky and deeper than any ocean. And within those oceans swam thousands of bright lights, each burning 10x brighter than the earthâs own sun! Yet they could never shine through that great abyss. It was beautiful. Dannyâs eyes were so beautiful.Â
âBecause Iâm gonna quit.â
âWhat?â Well, you werenât expecting that.
âYeah, Iâm going to quit. And as your good friend-â Good friend? Since when!? â-Iâm going to advise you to quit as well! I predict that this shabby ass company is gonna collapse in a few months and I DO NOT want to be there for that shit show, doubt you want to be there either.â
You feel conflicted. This is the first time that you and Danny Fenton have actually spoken to each other and after basically trauma dumping on you he tells you to quit! This has to be a prank! Some sick twisted joke!
âItâs not.â
CURSE YOUR BLOODY LIPS!
Danny smiled. He looked noticeably less human now that you could see fangs and eyes, and were his ears always pointy? Dear lord is he a part of the Fae!?
âClose but not quite.âÂ
At this point, you were pretty sure you werenât speaking out loud and he was just straight-up reading your mind. He handed you a piece of paper and clasped his hand over yours.
âJust think about it ok? The first one is my number, so just call when you need a friend to talk to. The second is my brotherâs, he thinks youâre cute.â
âWhat?â You look up only to see him gone as if he was never there. Looking back down you expect to see the paper gone too. But it was still there, the flirtatious message next to the second number making the tips of your ears turn red. Once again you remember that, Danny if a fucking giant, one who was now gone without a traceâŠ
âWhat have I gotten myself into?â
You decided to quit the next day.
Three months later the company ends up in a scandal so bad, that even the bats are investigating it.
You decide to give Danny a call.
All I wanted to do was write a prompt about Danny's eyes... The fuck!?!?!?
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dp dc crossover#kinda sorta#danny phantom#there's so much lore baked into this thing it isn't even funny#inspiration hit me like a truck and draged me off the rails#if i write you one more time i'll break my fingers#i kinda want to expand upon this#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp prompt#come on me tf is this train wreck TT
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