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redflagshipwriter · 7 months ago

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The Proposal

This mini fic was inspired by the anon prompt to @faeriekit linked here and all the development that Faeriekit did for the idea. This fic is perilously regional. I half expect angry yelling from other areas of the Midwest.

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Jason came to with cream cheese stuck under his fingernails and in the creases of his fingers. He looked around the room wildly, trying to understand the situation he was in. The kitchen smelled fucking weird. He sniffed the air. Meat? Like, ham and also vinegar?

He washed his hands really well, grimacing at the greasy texture. Then he reconstructed what must have happened by the debris. This was not his first post-blackout rodeo, but usually he was reconstructing a literal crime scene.

There was an empty pickle jar on the countertop. There were packets of deli meat in the trash.

There was some kind of abomination on his nicest plate, which was obviously made of cream cheese wrapped around pickles, blanketed by the meat, and sliced thin like sushi rolls. It was lovingly protected by a perfect sheet of cling wrap.

“The fuck?” Jason said, a little scared and pissed off.

He paced the kitchen for a while and then went to pace on the balcony, because he needed a smoke to process this culinary abomination but something in his gut wailed at the tragedy of ruining it with cigarette smoke. Which was absurd, partly because the plate was in the refrigerator. He sensed in his bones that it needed to cool until the cream cheese was as hard as it would get, so that he could safely transport it. Transport it fucking where? Was this an assassination attempt against Batman? That sappy motherfucker was probably the only man in the world who would choke that down to make Jason happy.

He had a long drag on his cigarette and tried to ignore the way his fingers shook.

“Okay,” he said, squeezing his free hand shut and opening it. Maybe stimming would prompt his brain to go brr and explain this. “Did I have a stroke? Maybe I was possessed?”

It was hard to tell. He ground out his cigarette and tossed the butt in the tray before venturing back inside. He was calm. He was more centered. He flicked on the kitchen fan to clear out the pickle stink and then he went and put on his coat and grabbed the plate.

Why was he doing that?

The compulsion led him three blocks before he realized where he was going.

Not far away from the safehouse he was in, some college freshman had wasted the Joker when the clown tried to drag him into a van. He had called the police, crying the whole time in shock about being a murderer.

Jason had not been on the scene. He had only heard through comms. He had been out of town when the Joker got out. He had been rushing back on his bike, heart pounding and sick with nerves at the thought of his family out there without him.

And then the fucker had failed to secure the first victim for whatever sick play he’d had in mind, and the poor out of town kid who had apparently never heard of the Joker was breathing a sigh of relief that ‘oh, this wasn’t like, a birthday clown? Whew, that’s alright then,’ previous guilt over ending a life all gone.

Jason liked that. It was hugely undignified that the Joker had been got by someone who didn’t even know who he was. If he’d known, it would have killed his ego. As it was, Jason had laughed himself nearly sick before barricading himself inside to read the file Timmers put together on Danny Fenton.

Well. If his gut said that he should deliver this horrific dish to Fenton as thanks for the murder, well…

Jason grimaced. He just wouldn’t be seen doing it. If Fenton thought it was an assassination attempt and called the cops, Jason would never fess up.

He broke into Fenton’s apartment, very glad that the guy was in class at the moment. He mourned the loss of his plate but honestly, this was the least destructive black out he’d had, so it was whatever. He put the pickle rolls in the fridge, looked around, and then left. He was done. He’d thanked Fenton, or whatever (maybe he’d attacked him, honestly, Jason didn’t know how he would react to finding that trash in his fridge.)

It could end now.

The next morning, Jason scrubbed away a yawn and realized that he had just scraped a mess of chopped snickers bars into a bowl that already had clouds of something white and -

He took out a piece and bit into it to confirm that it was perfectly cubed green apple.

“I am possessed,” Jason said in horror, looking around the counter to see what the Pit Madness had cooked up this time. Why did the fucking Lazarus Pit know these recipes?

The white shit was a mix of cool whip and vanilla pudding, apparently. There was an untouched bottle of caramel sauce waiting innocently.

“...Does that go in?” Jason wondered, vaguely horrified.

Well, maybe an evil witch was doing this to him. Bottoms up. He poured caramel in until it felt right, guided by what had to be someone else’s goddamn ancestors, and then mixed it all up with a spoon.

This looked a lot better than the last thing. Jason scraped it into a bowl and then stole a spoonful of it to try.

“Holy shit. It’s like eating a caramel apple,” he said, muffled around the food. He swallowed and genuinely considered taking more.

Nope! His gut said nope. This was another offering for–

“Hold up, offering?” Jason put it in the fridge, clingwrap on top, and let his mind be blown. He put his face in his hands and just reeled. He was making offerings for this motherfucker now. He opened his phone, intending to search the things he’d been blackout making and froze.

His lock screen was Danny Fenton’s police intake photo, looking pretty relaxed after he'd been told the booking was a formality.

“I don’t remember doing that!” Jason frantically changed it back to his old lock screen, a grimy alleyway with a hilariously shaped filth puddle and one of his favorite rats.

He snuck this dessert thing into Fenton’s fridge, collected his clean plate with some relief, and left. He didn't know if Fenton had eaten that shit or if he'd thrown it away, but at least he'd washed the plate.

“That was the last time,” Jason told himself, pacing around his room. He wasn’t– that was two days in a row now that he had a normal day, went out on patrol, went to bed, and woke up in his kitchen. It wasn’t going to happen again.

He chainsmoked all day to such a degree that Stephanie Brown saw him, whined “Dude,” in disbelief, and jumped off a building while holding her nose to get away from him. It was a fair reaction. He had a shower before patrol so that no one could make a connection between Jason, stinkiest man in Gotham today, and the Red Hood, a guy who owned a shower.

Patrol went fine. He caught himself veering past Fenton’s shitty apartment building twice but no one was nearby enough to call him out for it.

He went to bed and got a jumpscare because at some point of his most recent fugue state he'd gone out and bought a bunch of wedding magazines and made them into a nest. He made a roar of frustration and pushed them off the bed with only a twinge of interest in what that swan centerpiece was made of.

Jason went the fuck to sleep, determined to walk this off.

He woke up the next morning in his kitchen. “Cream cheese, again,” Jason complained. He gave the bowl he was mixing a furious stir and then shoved it in the fridge.

Cream cheese, chopped meat, and chopped green onion. He searched the internet to identify the fucker. This was a cheeseball.

…He frowned, thinking of the fugly mess in the bowl.

It was the larval form of a cheeseball, he amended.

Why did he know this shitty recipe.

Stomach tight with dread, he looked up the other things. Day one was a pickle roll. Day two was snickers salad.

These were all real Midwestern potluck dishes. He hadn't made them up. Why did the pit know these recipes?

The Snickers salad offended him as a concept and he bitterly regretted finding it delicious.

“Salad,” Jason repeated in aggrieved disbelief. It was good but it was no goddamn salad. “I could just make him a real salad. Will this end if I bring Fenton good food?”

It wasn't the worst idea. He put a pin in it.

Grimly, as if he was going off to war, Jason researched how to shape the ball. If he was doing this, which apparently he was for no goddamn reason, he was going to do it to perfection. When he was done he wrapped it up tight, got an assortment of crackers, and left it at Danny Fenton’s apartment with a sort of tired resignation that this might as well be happening.

This time was different. This time, Fenton was home.

Jason barely avoided being seen by rushing out the window over the sink and hiding from the immediate line of sight. He was, however, close enough to hear–

“Holy shit, is that a cheeseball? Who loves me?” and then some truly ghastly, wet crunching as Fenton tore through the crackers and cheeseball like a wild beast. It felt like being in a horror film. Jason very badly wanted to leave. Jason very badly wanted to crawl back inside and present himself for a scrap of Fenton’s approval.

What the fuck? What the fuck!

He fled. And this time, he decided to take action. He was going get out of this sick mind trap and-

“Nothing wrong with you, it's not a curse,” Zatanna said, bored about it. “Whatever is going on is safe, sane, consensual, and none of my business.” She portalled away before Jason could argue that it did not feel sane. He was having an entirely new category of mental breakdown and when one of the Bats found out about it, he was going to be a case study.

Fine. He gritted his jaw. New plan. Maybe he could beat the curse by showing it up.

He called out of crime for the day and ignored the confused commentary in the background of his phone call– can he do that? Of course he can, he’s the friggin�� boss– and spent it furiously researching. He needed a crowning achievement. He needed to find out what was sacred in this culinary tradition, master it, and then tell the compulsion to suck on bricks.

Casserole. The answer was a casserole.

Jason scrolled through dozens of recipes, scowling fiercely. That was no good. That offended his senses. He just knew that would be bland. He-

“Do I want to make that?” Jason asked aloud, puzzled by his fixation on the old-fashioned goulash casserole recipe. Worcestershire sauce– he didn’t have that in this safe house for sure. Beef, pasta, tomatoes… yeah, okay. This was the one. For no fucking reason at all, this was the one.

He went out shopping like he usually went on life-or-death missions, full of grim purpose.

He got back and assembled his ingredients. It was not exactly a challenge to follow the recipe. Jason turned off the stove top and froze in place. “I don’t have an ancestral pan,” he said, horrified. Holy fuck. How could he dare to give it in a regular baking pan- he had to get one. Where the fuck does one acquire an ancestral casserole pan on short notice?

Panicked, he called the Manor, hands shaking as he packed the whole thing up and stuffed it in the fridge to keep it food safe until he could bake it.

Bruce answered, sounding a little choked up. “Hello, Jason, so glad-”

He hung up. He texted Tim. “I need you to steal something for me from the Manor.”

“You’re allowed in, you gigantic freak,” Tim wrote back.

Jason did some meditative breathing and resorted to outright pleading immediately. “What do you want? I will give you whatever you want. I just need an ancestral casserole pan.”

“I am NOT stealing from Alfred’s kitchen,” Tim wrote back. Which was fair. “Drake ancestral pan alright?”

Jason thought about it. It was still a family pan, sorta. By the transitive property, and that was a perfectly good property. He sent back a thumbs up, his GPS pin, and the word “Hurry.”

A while later, Tim dropped off a glass dish, loudly said “I don’t wanna know,” and slammed Jason’s door shut.

Fine. He was already moving his stuff from the now-cold frying pan into the casserole dish. It went into the oven from there. Jason spent the bake time trying to think of new coping mechanisms, because apparently smoking wasn’t up to this level of mental fuckery.

He waited out the bake time. He let it cool enough to be safe to travel with but hot enough to deliver warm. Jason grappled to Danny Fenton's apartment for the fourth time in four days, let himself in, and nearly jumped out of his boots when he realized that Fenton was in the kitchen watching him.

“Hey,” Fenton said. He was sitting on his counter in his pajamas, eating ice cream out of the bucket with a spoon. He was certifiable. Jason wanted to cross the room and kiss whatever Fenton would let him. Hands, face, feet, whatever.

Wow, weird.

“...Hey,” Jason said, way too late.

Fenton crunched down on his ice cream. “...That a casserole?” He said.

Jason nodded wordlessly, feeling very grateful that he had his hood on. He put the casserole down on the counter. He took a step backwards to flee.

Fenton pointed at Jason with the spoon, wholly unintimidated by the heavily armed man who'd broken into his house. “This is a proposal.”

Oh. Oh, motherfucking shitsocks. Jason felt weak through the knees. It was. Why was- why was he proposing??

Fenton took in his shock with a detached air. “Huh,” he said, like he'd learned something from this. “Um, it's nice of you and all. Have you been like, fixated on me for a while or- ohhh. I avenged you, didn't I?” He dropped the spoon in his ice cream carton and slapped both his palms down on the countertop. “He killed you? That sucks, man,” Fenton empathized. “I get it. I think if someone smashed the portal with a hammer I'd be down on one knee.”

Jason's brain was simply not running any program any longer. He gaped. He wasn't coherent enough to ask why Danny knew he'd been murdered by the Joker, but he had his shit together well enough to be fixated on the point.

“Um, it's not usually me being chased,” Fenton said. He made a face. “I… huh, I think I'm flattered.” He very obviously gave Jason a once-over. “I suppose this is your way of showing that you're a provider.” He heaved himself off the counter and went to investigate the casserole, sniffing and lifting the lid. “Oh, fuuuuuuck,” Danny groaned. He sniffed appreciatively. “Good demonstration of your husband material, t-b-h.”

Jason resisted the urge to tackle him to the ground.

“That's the good stuff.” Fenton closed it back up, but not before giving his ice cream spoon a considering look.

Oh, yuck. This guy was so grungly. Jason needed him badly. He shuddered.

Fenton looked at him.

Jason looked back.

“Do you wanna try moving in and see how we get on?” Fenton offered. “Take it slow, no wedding just yet.”

“Absolutely.” Jason full-body twitched with just how eager he was. “How do you feel about swans?”

“Neutral,” Danny said, after a brief moment of consideration. “I like stars, though.”

Okay, so that would be their wedding theme.

Jason only realized he'd said that aloud when Fenton's eyebrows shot up. Mortified and really wondering what was wrong with him, Jason offered a weak smile.

Fenton made a considering noise. He crossed his arms. He looked Jason up and down. “...Can you grill?” He asked. “Like, beer chicken?”

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main

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minty364 · 11 months ago

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DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 1

It had been a few days since his birthday, his parents forgot again but that was how things went in his family. At least his sister, Jazz knew how to throw something together quickly so he at least got to spend it with her and his friends. Speaking of his friends, they were hanging out in the park together. They had gotten close over the summer. Trips to the Nasty Burger, followed by trips to the mall and then late night sleepovers were the normal weekend pattern for the trio especially the later in the summer it got.

They’d talk about all sorts of things while swinging or chilling around the slide. Currently their conversation had drifted towards which superpower would you like if you had the meta gene. Strangely the whole town seemed to be meta free. Not that anyone in the town hated metas just that no one possessed the gene.

“I think I’d like to be able to control Technology with my mind.” Tucker said, pointing toward his forehead in emphasis, “ I’d never have to set poor Lucy down again!!” He hugged his current PDA tightly.

Sam and Danny shared a look while Sam rolled her eyes. “I think I’d like to control plants like Poison Ivy. I wonder if she’d be up for a goth side-kick” Sam said, punching the air in front of her with her fist. “What about you Danny?”

Danny took a few minutes to mull over the question before answering, “I think I’d like to fly. Even if I don’t get into the college I want I’d be able to fly up there anyways.”

“Pfft, bring me back a piece of a meteorite when you do,” Sam chuckled. They all knew their dreams of getting powers would never come true. Not without the meta-gene anyways.

“Sure,” Danny shrugged, “Oh, by the way since my parents are out of town I’m going to check out the portal to see if I can get it running for them. Want to see it?”

“Dude, that’s sick! Unfortunately my parent’s cousin is flying in tomorrow and I’ll need to help prep stuff” Tucker said sadly.

“I don’t know about that Danny, your parents are great but I don’t know if I trust this portal” Sam said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I wouldn’t worry it’s not likely to actually work or anything,” Danny shrugged.

Soon the trio had to get back to their respective homes. Well Sam and Tucker did. Danny’s parents were out of town at some convention.

They had left Danny and Jazz home alone and they gave instructions for Danny and Jazz to take turns cleaning the lab and making sure the portal didn’t suddenly turn on while they were gone. They had tried before heading out for their trip but unfortunately nothing happened when they turned it on.

Danny wanted to check it out for them when he was done cleaning. He also figured if he could help his parents with their science it would be easier for him to get into the college he wanted to achieve his dreams.

He quickly finished cleaning, and then put on his hazmat suit. Sam had once made fun of the Jack Fenton sticker placed on the front and fortunately it was easy enough for Danny to remove. Then he took a calming breath and stood in front of the portal. As it stood at the moment, it was a dark hole in the wall that seemed to suck all the light out of the room. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he suddenly got the urge to run out, maybe he could come back with Sam and Tucker? Unfortunately he knew his parents were back tomorrow so if he wanted to help he needed to do it now.

Stealing his nerves he took a step forward and then another. Into the tunnel he went. It was then he realized he made an error when he found something caught on his foot. He flailed as he tried to catch himself and his hand pushed some kind of button on the wall.

A flash of white light and he felt an eternity of agony. It felt unbearably hot as Danny could feel himself being melted and then put back together. Soon he lost consciousness as everything went dark.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out but he definitely wasn’t at home anymore. He seemed to be in the hospital, the usual medical supplies seemed to be all around as well as a few things he couldn’t identify. He didn’t seem to be attached to any monitoring equipment which seemed a little off but the fact he weirdly didn’t seem to have any burn marks on him. He was sure the portal should have killed him and the fact that he was somehow completely unscathed made him a little worried. Maybe he did die?

His thoughts were interrupted as someone walked into the room. They had messy blond hair, blue eyes, and wore a trench coat. He looked relieved when he saw Danny was awake.

“Took you long enough, kid you were out for a whole week!” The newcomer exclaimed.

A week.

The thought swirled around in Danny’s head. That meant his Family thought he was missing. Sam and Tucker knew he was missing. That also meant he missed the first week of school. That probably wouldn’t look well on an application.

He could tell his thoughts were spiraling a little but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t even know what exactly caused him to be out for that long.

He thought about what could’ve happened to end him up in a hospital and then the thought occurred to him.

The portal.

“What about my parents' portal?” Danny asked the guy.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #poor danny #The Portal #Danny dies temporarily #Danny’s going to have some deep existential dread in a bit #He’s going to wind up living at the watchtower I think #Constantine saves Danny #Danny’s going to be bonding with different hero’s in this one #He realizes he’s not human anymore in the next chapter #He’s also going to realize he’s in SPACE!!#my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

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pinklotushere · 21 days ago

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Truly,madly and royaly

"I take thee to be my lawful wedded husband "

Dan is going to kill danny.

He's going to make it slow and painful, and maybe it'll stick this time.

honestly, what was that little brat thinking?

Was he even thinking?

When danny insisted he stay and play his role as The prince of erdurne and duke of dragaltia, while he himself go the Astantia kingdoms as high king of erdurne assisted by his queen regent and deputy jasmine nightingale to negotiate peace of all things, Dan had assumed he'd lost it

But now? Dan is angry at himself for not seeing the trap for what it was.

Now when he is standing at the altar waiting for his to be husband - because apparently peace is sealed by a marriage of all things - Dan imagines his head served on a plater

Prince Danijel of erdurne stood tall at the altar, his eyes fixed upon the golden chalice resting before him. The great hall, resplendent with tapestries of green and silver, seemed to hold its breath in the stillness. The air was thick with the murmurs of courtiers and justirian nobility, their eyes keen with expectation, yet the prince felt a disquiet settle in his chest, a tightness that nothing could seem to ease.

"to have and to hold from this day forward"

His heart, though accustomed to battlefields, fluttered uncomfortably at the thought of what was about to transpire. A marriage. A union not of choice, but of necessity. And to a man he had never met.

The prince's brow furrowed as he watched the grand doors at the end of the hall swing open, ushering in a procession of attendants. It was then that he saw him—Richard, the prince of the neighbouring kingdom, who would soon be bound to him for eternity.

"for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer"

He was tall, with the bearing of one who had been trained in the ways of both court and combat.

His dark hair fell just above his shoulders in gentle waves, his face sharp and strong, like the marble statues that adorned the palace gardens.

His eyes—those piercing eyes, a shade of blue the likes of which Danijel had never seen—flashed with a mixture of determination and an unmistakable grace.

Danijel's lips pressed together in irritation. It was not the man, nor his beauty, that troubled him, for Richard was undeniably handsome in a way that seemed almost otherworldly.

It was the entire spectacle—the politeness and formality that had led them here. Richard’s kingdom had been ravaged by war; there had been no time for such petty courtesies.

"In sickness and in health"

Yet there he stood, poised to pledge himself to a stranger, simply because his father had deemed it necessary.

Richard’s approach was slow, deliberate, each step in time with the sound of soft music that floated through the hall.

The nobility around them watched in silence, and Danijel could feel the weight of every gaze upon him the distrust in them.

It was then that his annoyance wavered for a fleeting moment. Richard’s presence—graceful, calm, and full of a quiet strength—was something to behold. He was everything there I'd to admire in a prince, a king. He was a prince worthy of respect, even if their union had come about through the machinations of others.

As Richard drew near,dan noticed he held himself with an air of nobility that was not born of arrogance but of a quiet self-assurance, the sort of confidence that only true royalty possessed.

Curious, considering it was widely known, he was not in fact born into this life.

Dan stood, his fingers twitching with impatience as the ceremonial chants echoed through the grand hall.

"to love and to cherish"

Beside him, Richard stood—handsome, poised, the picture of princely decorum. The man offered the slightest of smiles, but to Dan, it felt like an intrusion.

There was no warmth in his chest when he thought of Richard, no flutter or spark of desire. The man was simply a pawn, another piece in the bigger game.

Charming, perhaps, but ultimately, just another link in the chain of obligation that bound him. This union, like so many others before it, had been made for peace, not love. And that was all.

The ceremony dragged on, the vows spoken in monotonous tones, each word a weight that settled deeper within him.

"from this day forward,Till death do us part"

The ring slipped onto his finger like a shackle, and Dan's jaw tightened in silent frustration.

Peace. Security. Alliances.

These were the things that mattered now, and nothing more. His mind wandered to the life that awaited him—one in which Richard grayson-wayne would be his husband.

There would be no real connection, no partnership of love.

Just two men bound by duty, forced to share a bed as though it were any other arrangement, any other business deal.

The hollowness of it gripped his chest, the space where intimacy should be, where a true connection should flourish, now filled with cold sterility.

The air in the hall was thick with the scent of incense and the murmurs of the court. Dan could hear the prayers, the vows, and the anthems, but they were all empty sounds to his ears.

Richard, clearly quite the diplomat, remained composed, his presence calm and unassuming.

But Dan could feel the quiet tension between them. Neither of them had chosen this. Neither of them had a say in the matter.

Richard, now his partner, was no more a companion than the gilded ring on his finger. The weight of the contract was not just in the words spoken, but in the years that stretched before them, It was a price, and Dan was paying it—though not willingly.

He tried to muster the appropriate level of affection as the priest uttered the final words, but it felt like a farce.

His gaze lingered on Richard for a moment longer, forcing himself to look away.

"You may now kiss your intended"

The man’s smile was a mask, one that offered no comfort, only the reminder of the hollow formality that stretched before them.

This union, this marriage, was nothing more than a sealing of a pact. A burden placed upon him by the powers that be to safeguard the kingdom’s peace. And no amount of ceremony or pageantry could disguise the reality.

With that in mind, Dan leaned in and pressed his mouth to Richard's in a quick, chaste kiss

The crowd erupted into applause as the final rites were completed, but Dan heard it as a distant echo. The cheers felt hollow, like they'd rather this union had not happened at all.

Part2 >

#dan phantom x dick grayson #dick grayson #dan fenton #dan phantom #bad humor #bad humor ship #first failures #dp x dc #danny fenton #ooff thsi was ruff #strangly enough it took longer than expected #royalty au #it gets kinda poetic #idk how to tag this

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tinynerdz360 · 3 months ago

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Future Ghost chapter 6

Danny, in short, was screwed. He stared down at his communicator message. His hack job into his medical files didn’t fool the CMO. Dr. Mccoy was demanding he report immediately to sickbay.

Danny felt almost sick to his stomach…. he couldn’t do this. Maybe if he pretended, he never saw the message, he could avoid this until he had some sort of plan. On one hand, he could just try to overshadow the doctor and make up his medical data that way.

But the idea of overshadowing ----basically possessing anyone on the ship, didn’t sit right with Danny. A huge part of him felt like that would blow up in his face if he were discovered. Nobody liked the idea of something being able to take away one’s free will.

Danny knew that it was probably just a matter of time before something happened where the truth would have to come to light, but he couldn’t bring himself to face it. He felt too scared. How could he ever begin to explain? He never had to explain it to someone before.

Danny wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. To distract himself from his anxiety and fear, he ignored the message and headed to engineering. Maybe getting some work done would help calm his nerves.

*****

"Ensign Fenton!" Scotty's voice rang out across the engineering deck as Danny tried to slip quietly to his station. "A word in my office, lad."

Danny's heart sank. He reluctantly followed Scotty into his office, the door hissing shut behind them. Scotty gestured for Danny to take a seat and leaned back against his desk, arms crossed.

"I just got off the comm with Dr. McCoy," Scotty began, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He sounded mad as a hornet. What did ye do to get under the good doctor's skin?"

Danny shifted uncomfortably. "I... I might have missed a medical appointment."

"Aye, that'll do it." Scotty chuckled. "Listen, lad, I don't know what transpired between you two, but the doc's just lookin' out for your well-being. He's got the crew's best interests at heart, even when he's spittin' fire."

Danny nodded; his gaze fixed on the floor. *I can't let them find out. They'll kick me off the ship for sure. *

Scotty's expression softened as he noticed Danny's nervousness. "I know nobody likes gettin' poked and prodded, but these check-ups are necessary. It's part of keepin' a healthy crew, and it's regulation."

"I understand, sir." Danny's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Medical needs to keep proper records on everyone, Ensign. It's for your own safety and the safety of the crew. We can't have you workin' if you're not fit for duty."

Danny's mind raced. *I have to come up with an excuse. Something believable. * "I... I'm just not comfortable with doctors, sir. Bad experiences in the past."

Scotty nodded sympathetically, his eyes drawn to Danny’s electrical scares and Lichtenberg figures that adorned his wrist all the way up his arm; Scotty always wondered why the lad didn’t get dermal treatment for those. "Aye, I can understand that. But Dr. McCoy's a professional. He'll take good care of you."

*If only it were that simple. * Danny thought, his stomach twisting into knots.

"I'm afraid I can't let you back on shift until you've gotten a clean bill of health from sickbay," Scotty continued. "Them's the rules, lad. I'm sure whatever's got you worried, Dr. McCoy will handle it with discretion."

Danny forced a smile, knowing he had no choice. "Yes, sir. I'll head to sickbay right away."

Scotty clapped him on the shoulder as he stood. "That's the spirit, laddie. Remember, Dr. McCoy's bark is worse than his bite. He's just lookin' out for you."

As Danny left Scotty's office, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in his chest. *I’m not ready…... I don’t know if I can do this.*

Danny walked through the corridors of the Enterprise, his mind consumed with worry. *What if they find out I'm half-ghost? What if they realize I've been lying about my age? * The thought made his palms sweat.

Lost in thought, he nearly collided with a crewman carrying a stack of PADDs. "Sorry," Danny mumbled, sidestepping the officer.

*I need to calm down, * he told himself, taking a deep breath. *Panicking won't help. *

Danny's heart raced as he approached the doors to the sickbay. He hesitated, just out of the door scanner to grant entry. *I can't do this, * he thought, panic rising in his chest. *They'll never accept me. *

He stepped back, running a hand through his messy black hair. *Scotty said I can't return to duty until I get cleared by Dr. McCoy, but...* Danny glanced around, making sure he was alone. *Maybe I can just hide out for a while, pretend I went to the checkup. *

Danny turned on his heel and hurried away from sickbay, his mind racing. He couldn't risk exposure and couldn't bear the thought of being sent away, hunted, or experimented on.

As he walked, he tried to come up with a plan. *I just need some time…...I need somewhere to clear my head. *

An idea slowly formed in Danny’s mind. *That will help…...* With a new purpose in his step. Danny set forth to his new destination.

**** Danny's breath misted the visor of the space suit as he fiddled with the tether, securing it to his belt. The vastness of space beckoned him, an ocean of darkness speckled with distant suns. His heart raced with the thought of what he was about to do—no one had ever tried to swim in the void as a ghost. But his core sang with happiness, and he felt his space obsession delight in what he was doing. He felt his worry and fear melt away. He felt happy and full.

"Okay, Fenton," he muttered to himself, checking the seals on his suit one last time. "Time to see what you're really made of." Danny allowed his ghost side to wash over his human form. Triggering his transformation into Phantom. Before doing this, he had made sure to mess with the security footage in this room.

He hesitated at the airlock door, but with a deep breath he didn’t need, he turned his body intangible and phased through the door. No need to alert anyone to his presence by triggering an alarm with the opening of the airlock door.

"Here goes nothing." With those words, he floated out. His legs merge into this ghostly tail. He felt the light as a feather. His ghost side gave a sigh of relief. It felt like he could finally stretch his legs after being cramped for so long. Before really getting into his space swim. He made sure to latch his tether to the handle on the ship's side. The last thing he wanted was to get stranded out in space. For the starship to leave him behind. Danny did not want to imagine getting lost in space. He was unsure how long he would last or if it would lead to a second death for him.

He pushed off into the nothingness, the tether his only lifeline to reality.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed as he floated away from the ship, his ghostly form shimmering like a mirage. Danny looked down at his hands, now translucent and glowing with an eerie light, and then up at the stars. They seemed so close he could almost touch them.

The silence of space was profound, but Danny's excitement filled the void. He twirled and dove, the tether spiraling out behind him. For a moment, he forgot about sick bay, McCoy's relentless pursuit, and the hunger that gnawed at him endlessly. Danny had found that he was also struggling to have a proper diet. It was so hard to balance his ghostly and human needs. It felt like his ghostly side was slowly starving. Danny felt like it was the lack of ectoplasm to eat. Which meant he had to work harder to feed his obsessions and eat more in his human form. But it was harder to get approved for more in his meal plan. And it would set off red flags with the amount he would need to eat.

*I’ll be fine; I’ve survived worse……. * Danny reassured himself.

He spun around, taking in the panoramic view of the universe that sprawled before him, a frontier vaster than any sea. The stars twinkled each one a secret, each one a story waiting to be told. Danny let himself relax and his thoughts quiet down.

With a contented sigh, he reeled himself in, the tether guiding him back to the ship. Once inside, Danny phased back into his human form.

As relaxing as that was, it did help calm his nerves. Danny still couldn’t make himself go to sickbay. *I need more time……I guess I better find another distraction. *

*****

"Dammit, where is that boy?" Dr. McCoy grumbled under his breath as he navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the ship. The Ensign had managed to avoid him for three days now. Scotty offered to enact disciplinary action if this continued but also shared with Mccoy how nervous the boy seemed. Mccoy had declined, saying they could chew the ensign out once he dragged him to sickbay.

At this point, McCoy took this whole thing as a challenge. He would drag that boy into sick bay by the scruff of his neck if he had to. This also confirmed to Mccoy that the ensign was hiding something. And likely violated multiple Starfleet regulations. The only reason McCoy didn’t just wash his hands of it and bring this to Jim and court Marshall the kid was because something in his gut told him to handle this personally first, and the kid hadn’t done anything maliciously.

Mccoy mumbled to himself, "That kid's dodging me like I'm a rogue comet."

Currently, Mccoy is heading to the mess hall. The last location the computer listed the ensign to be. It was driving Mccoy up the wall that the computer kept malfunctioning as well when asked about the ensign. It also puzzled Mccoy how Fenton’s been able to slip out without him noticing, especially in places with only one exit. Mccoy tried really hard not to be impressed by that. He would not be outdone. Also, Jim would never let him live it down that he let an ensign pull one over him.

***

"Checkmate in four moves, Danny," Tina declared with a triumphant smirk, sliding her knight across the chessboard.

"Are you sure?" Danny quipped, hovering his hand over a bishop as he scrutinized the board. "Because I think you missed—"

"Missed nothing," Tina interjected with confidence. "I've seen Chekov play; trust me, I've learned from the best."

He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, exaggerating his bow as he conceded the game. "Alright, alright, Yeoman Lawton, I yield to your superior strategy."

"Better luck next time," she said, beginning to reset the pieces for another round.

"Actually, Danny," Ensign Kas Th'qaakress interrupted, her antennae twitching with concern, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure, what's up?" Danny asked, turning towards the Andorian ensign, hoping to steer away from any serious topics.

"It's about sick bay," Kas began hesitantly. "Dr. McCoy is really worried about you. You've been dodging him for days now.”

"Is he?" Danny feigned surprise, knowing full well the cat-and-mouse game he'd been playing with the doctor. "I'm just not a fan of sick bays, that's all."

"Look, I get it," Kas reassured him with a gentle smile. "But he's only trying to help. And between us, you're driving him a little insane, which, as my boss, makes my life harder."

"Me? Drive someone insane?" He tried to keep his tone light, but a flicker of guilt was behind his eyes.

"Ha, yes, you," Kas replied with a soft laugh. "He really cares, you know. Despite the gruff exterior, Dr. McCoy is one of the kindest souls on this ship. And, well, if you're scared, I can go with you. Moral support and all that."

"Actually, I've always had this... phobia of sick bays," Danny stammered, watching Kas's antennae twitch ever so slightly—a sign, he'd learned, of her concern or curiosity. "Sterile rooms, weird smells, it just freaks me out."

"Phobia?" Kas tilted her head, her blue skin catching the light from the overhead lamps. "You know, phobias can be treated in sickbay—"

"Which is ironic, isn't it?" Danny cut in with a nervous chuckle.

"Listen," Kas leaned in, her voice low and earnest. “You could get into a lot of trouble if you keep doing this…... I don’t want to see you get in that kind of trouble. You’re really pushing McCoy’s buttons here, and he’s giving you a lot of chances here. Can you at least think about going in today? Like I said, I’ll go with you.”

"Thanks, Kas," Danny said, a genuine smile touching his lips. "I'll think about it, okay?"

"Promise?" she pressed, her black eyes locking onto his.

"I’ll try," he replied, but he couldn’t see himself walking into sickbay by himself.

Before Kas could reply, Daryl Mcdonnell approached their table with a half-eaten plate of food. "Mind if I join you guys for a bit?" He asked, already sitting down.

"Of course, Don," Danny replied, scooting over to make room.

Kas greeted Darlyn with a bright smile, and they quickly fell into conversation about the latest scientific readings from the ship's scanners. Danny joined where he could, but his gaze drifted to the untouched portion of Daryl's meal. He felt the gnawing hunger inside him intensify—his ghost half was hungrier than he'd anticipated today.

"Hey, kid," Daryl suddenly said, pushing his plate toward Danny. "I'm not going to finish this. Why don't you help yourself?"

Danny hesitated, knowing full well that eating too much would raise questions he wasn't ready to answer. But the instinctual pull was too strong, and he found himself nodding gratefully. "Thanks. I'm actually really hungry today."

Daryl hummed in response and then said, "I missed you in Engineering these past couple of days. Have you settled that issue with sickbay yet?"

As Danny ate, the relief of satiating his hunger was overshadowed by the sharp spike of anxiety at Daryl’s question.

“What? How do you know about that? OMG, how many people know about that?” Danny stared in dawning horror, thinking the whole ship might be aware of his avoidance of sickbay.

“Well, I don’t know how many people know, per se; engineering knows, probably all of medical…. I will say this is really feeding the rumor mill.” Daryl remarked.

“WHAT!? Rumor mill……what do you mean?” Danny stuttered with clear panic in his voice.

“Hey easy there, it’s nothing bad…...Look kid, we’re all stuck on this ship in the middle of nowhere, there are rumors for everyone and…...gossip and news travels fast.”

Before Danny could give a snarky remark or demand answers in a calm, totally not panicked way. He stiffened. He felt the familiar presence of the ship's CMO. Over the past few days, Danny has been honing his ghost senses to pick up on Dr. Mccoy’s essence and emotional output. This had given him the time to run away.

“I…...never mind…...I’ll be right back.” With that, Danny hastily got up and moved quickly to the replicators. He couldn’t go to the exit, the doctor felt close, and there wouldn’t be enough time to turn invisible without being spotted. In panic, Danny crawled under the nearest table. He couldn’t afford to worry about how many people may have witnessed him hide under a mass hall table like a weirdo.

Kas shifted uneasily. She'd glimpsed Danny diving under a table across the room seconds before Dr. McCoy strode in, brow furrowed and mouth a grim line.

McCoy halted at their table. "Any of you seen Ensign Fenton?" His glare could melt hull plating.

Tina and Daryl exchanged glances. Kas bit her lip. She couldn't lie to McCoy. But Danny was avoiding sickbay for a reason...

McCoy's eyes narrowed. "Well?"

Kas's antennae twitched. She had to say something. Slowly, she pointed to the table. McCoy raised an eyebrow.

"He's under there," Kas mouthed.

Daryl shot her a look. Tina scowled.

Kas's stomach knotted with guilt and worry. *What was Danny hiding? He needed help, even if he refused to admit it. *

Danny held his breath under the table, invisible. His heart hammered against his ribs. McCoy knew.

McCoy stomped over to the table, his face like a thundercloud. "Ensign Fenton!" he barked. "If you think hiding under there will work, you've got another thing coming!"

Danny flinched at the fury in McCoy's voice. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"If I have to bend down and drag you out myself, there will be hell to pay!" McCoy growled. "I'll make sure your physical is extra unpleasant!"

Danny hugged his knees tighter to his chest. Maybe if he stayed perfectly still...

McCoy's foot tapped an impatient rhythm. "I'm counting to three, Ensign. One..."

Danny squeezed his eyes shut.

"Two..."

His muscles tensed, ready to bolt.

"Three!" McCoy dropped to his knees and ducked his head under the table. "All right, you little--"

He froze. Blinked. Staring at the empty space.

Danny held his breath, invisible, hardly daring to move.

Slowly, McCoy straightened up. He whirled to face Kas, eyes blazing. "Well?" he demanded.

Kas's antennae quivered. "I swear, Doctor, he went under there! I saw him!"

"It's true," Daryl chimed in. "Impressive, really. Kid gave us the slip."

McCoy's jaw clenched. He clearly didn't believe them.

Whipping out his communicator, McCoy snapped, "Computer, locate Ensign Fenton."

"Ensign Fenton is in the Mess Hall," the computer replied.

McCoy threw up his hands. "Blasted useless technology! Been on the fritz all week." He looked back at Daryl and Kas; Mccoy took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did a quick count to ten, calming his temper. “If you see him, please tell him to go to sickbay.”

As McCoy stormed out, Danny let out a shaky breath. That was close. Too close.

He couldn't keep this up forever. Sooner or later, his secret would come out.

He just needed a little more time.

Hours ticked by. The Mess Hall gradually emptied out as crewmembers finished their meals and headed off to their duties or leisure activities.

Danny remained hidden, invisible, under the table. His legs were starting to cramp, but he didn't dare move.

Where could he go? His quarters weren't safe. McCoy might come looking for him there.

And then there was Weston. Danny's roommate had been suspicious from the start, always watching him, asking probing questions Danny couldn't answer.

"You're not human," Weston had accused last night, eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you are, but I will find out. And when I do..."

He'd left the threat hanging, but the message was clear: If Weston discovered the truth, it wouldn't end well for Danny.

Danny shivered, hugging himself tighter.

****

"I'm tellin' ya, the lad's been avoidin' me like the plague," Dr. McCoy grumbled, pacing in Scotty's office. "It's been days now, and he still hasn't shown up for his medical clearance. Can't let him back on duty 'til I give the okay."

Scotty leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Aye, the wee ensign hasn't been any trouble in Engineering though. He seems to look up to me as his commanding officer. Tell ya what, Doctor—I'll comm the lad and have him report to my office. You can be waitin' here for him."

McCoy stopped pacing and fixed Scotty with a shrewd look. "And if he still refuses the exam after that?"

"Then we take it to the Captain," Scotty said firmly. "The boy has to follow orders or face disciplinary action, maybe even court-martial, for violatin' Starfleet regs. But let's give him one more chance to come 'round on his own first, eh?"

McCoy nodded slowly. "Alright, one more chance. But I've got a funny feeling about this one, Scotty. Kid's hidin' something; I can feel it in my bones. And I aim to find out what..."

Meanwhile, Danny hurried down the corridor toward Engineering, his heart thudding in his chest. The message from Mr. Scott had sounded urgent—his boss wanted to see him in his office right away. Danny knew it had to be about him avoiding his medical exam...

Danny froze, heart leaping into his throat as he sensed a familiar presence inside Engineering. Dr. McCoy was in there waiting for him. This whole thing had been a trap!

His hands shook as he stared at the closed doors, mind racing for an escape.

Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when a large hand landed on his shoulder. He spun around to find Lt. McDonnell looking down at him, brows knitted with concern.

"Easy there, lad. You alright?" the older man asked. "Looking a mite peaky, if you ask me."

"I-I'm fine," Danny stammered, trying for a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Just heading to see Mr. Scott about...about a project."

Daryl's eyes narrowed. "This wouldn't have anything to do with you dodging your physical, now, would it? Because the CMO is madder than a wet hen over in there."

Danny blanched, mouth opening and closing like a landed fish. "W-what? No! I mean, maybe? I was gonna go, I swear, but I... I got busy?"

The engineer sighed, shaking his head. "Look, I can go in there with you if you need moral support. But you gotta stop running from this, Danny. It's not gonna end well."

Danny looked away, feeling his face heat.

"Is it 'cause you lied about your age, son?" Daryl asked quietly.

Danny's head snapped up, eyes wide with shock and fear. He stared at the lieutenant; mouth suddenly bone dry. After a long moment, he managed a shaky nod.

Daryl huffed, muttering something that sounded like "I knew it" under his breath. He fixed Danny with a sympathetic look.

"I get it, lad. You're scared. But this stuff...it can't stay secret forever. And trust me, the brass? They're a decent bunch. They won't just kick you to the curb the first chance they get."

The older man gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We take care of our own here, Danny. No matter what. You hear me?"

Danny swallowed hard, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. He wasn't used to people actually giving a damn about him. Maybe...maybe it would be okay? If Daryl said, he could trust them...

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Danny squared his shoulders and hit the door control.

Here goes nothing...

Danny barely had time to process Scotty's disappointed frown before Dr. McCoy descended on him like an avenging angel.

"And just where the hell have you been, Ensign?" the doctor growled, already waving his tricorder over Danny's tense form. "I've been trying to track you down for days! You can't just skip out on mandatory physicals, kid. It's against reg-"

McCoy trailed off abruptly, his scowl deepening as he glared at the tricorder readings. He gave it a sharp smack as if that would change the impossible data scrolling across the screen.

Danny's heart hammered against his ribs. Oh god, this was it. McCoy knew. Any second now, he would start demanding answers Danny couldn't give. He'd be kicked out of Starfleet, shipped back to…...who knows where…. what if they just tossed him on a random planet…. deeming him a danger to the crew?

Danny sucked in a shuddery breath; his traitorous eyes kept darting to the door. If he could make a run for it...

Strong fingers wrapped around his upper arm in an unbreakable grip. Danny flinched, head jerking up to meet McCoy's piercing gaze.

"Oh no, you don't," the doctor said, his voice low and intense. "I know that look, Ensign. You even think about rabbiting on me, and I'll have you in restraints before you can blink."

Danny blanched, knees going weak. McCoy must have felt him wobble because his other hand came up to steady him, and his hand on his arm was gentle, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into Danny's bicep.

"Aw hell, kid. I'm not gonna hurt you," he sighed, the fire bleeding out of his tone. "I just want to help. But I can't do that if you keep running from me."

Danny bit his lip, blinking hard against the sudden sting of tears. He was so tired of running, of hiding. Maybe...maybe it was time to stop. But how would he explain any of this?

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice small and shaky. "I... I’ll go with you. To sickbay. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble….”

McCoy's face softened, relief etched into the lines around his eyes. "That's all I ask, son. Come on, then. Let's get you checked out properly."

As McCoy led him out of Scotty's office, one strong arm wrapped around his shoulders, Danny was lost in his own mind. He felt weak and scared. What if they hated him, or what if he was too much of a freak? Where would he even start? Would they even believe him? Lost in thought, Danny didn’t notice that he was leaning into Mccoy and the support his hold provided.

Chapter 7

#danny fenton #danny phantom #crossover #danny in space #fanfiction #star trek #star trek and danny phantom #Mccoy #Kirk #spock

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claire-elvisgirl · 1 year ago

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A Growing Lily - pt. 2

Hope you like part 2...let me know what you think! And part 3. Is almost ready!

Word count: 3435

Summary: You’re divorced. Elvis takes you and you little daughter to live with him. 13 years after he acts like a perfect possessive and jealous father.

Warnings: +18, mention of booze, authoritarian fathership, rebellion, relationship step-father/daughter

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13 years after...

In the first years your life was exactly as you expected. Lily was growing and you and Elvis were united as ever. But thirteen years could change even the most perfect couple. He was always caring and loving with you and Lily, but you seemed to have lost the joy of loving him, even if you would never leave him. You were so grateful to him for saving you, for giving you the new life you deserved and now you simply couldn’t tell him that things have changed a little for you.

Lily had turned into a beautiful 18 year-old girl and she was Elvis’ real joy. He spent most of his time with her, spoiling her and cuddling her as his little princess.

One day he got back home and find Lily on the couch, reading a book. He leaned down behind her and kissed her head: “How's my favorite little girl doing tonight?”

“She gasped surprised: “Elvis...you scared me! I’m good... you alright?”. After she turned 15 she wouldn’t be able to call him daddy again. She was growing and he was getting older too. He was 35.

Lily grabbed his hand as he seated next to her on the couch: “Where's mama? I haven't seen her all day...is she ok?”

He looked at her seriously: “She's upstairs in bed and do me a favour, darlin', don't bother her, alright?”. You asked him to let you sleep. You hadn’t felt well all the night and you were so sleepy that you had to recover. Lily looked at him worried: “Is she sick?”

Elvis looked up annoyed. “Not exactly, sweetheart. She been cryin'...ya mama got a lot on her mind, but it was my fault this time, so she needs her sleep now.”

“What happened?” she asked worried.

He smiled: “Don't you be worryin' your little pretty head about your mama, sweetheart, she’s fine. Just let her sleep, don't you bother her tonight, ok?”

Lily got up from the couch. “Well...ok...I was about to tell her that I'm going out tonight...”

He looked at Lily: “You are, sweetheart? Where you goin'?”

She headed to her room: “Hanging out with my friends, we would probably go to that beach party I told you about!”

He pointed his hands on the couch and followed her. “Seriously Lily? I thought we talked about that…I don’t want you to go that party...who knows how many people, drugs, booze... just ain't safe, ya hear? I think I maybe have to talk to your mother...”

Lily smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek: “Oh please...I'm not 5 years old anymore...and mama agreed to let me go! Didn’t she tell you?”

He ignored her kiss and kept on talking: “Well, sweetheart, just cause you aren't five anymore doesn't mean a thing, darlin'!” He was in rage. But suddenly he calmed down “Just promise me...no booze, no drugs, no messin' around! Okay?”

“Alright... no booze, no drugs, blah blah blah...ok...same things...” she answered.

“That's a good girl, you know how I love you and I get so worried when you ain't around, sweetheart.”

“I know! But you dunt have to worry! Now I have to get ready. Danny is gonna pick me up in 15 minutes!” She headed for the bathroom but he stopped her. “Oh…and another thing Lily: no make up this time, ya hear?”

She passed over him: “Oh Elvis please...no make up? Seriously?”

He looked at her seriously grabbing her cheek. “I think you need to be natural, Lily, you are more beautiful that way. Ya don’t need to cover that natural beauty. No make up Lily, that’s it! Ya hear me?”

She rolled her eyes back, taking his hand away: “Alright, but it's not fair!” she answerd hiding some make up stuff in her purse.

“Fair or not, darlin', when I say something, that's what I mean and you know that. So ya better behave and stay out of trouble!” he yelled going back to the living room.

She got angry and turned to him: “You know... you're not my real father Elvis! you can't keep on treating me like I was a child. As you can see, I'm not a child anymore!!!!

He stopped and got back. He got very close to her and he stares from up to down: “Hey!! don't ya raise your voice at me, young lady!! You are still too young, so you better listen to what I say. Understand?”

“Too young?? Oh God, Elvis, I'm 18 and technically I'm adult...”

He was getting angrier: “Well, you may be an adult technically, but mentally you still got a long way to go til you're a grown woman. Furthermore, you're legally my step-daughter, and the rule is no make up, no booze, no drugs and that's the end. Ya understand?”. He threw a punch on the wall.

She stepped back scared. Then he kept on talking: “Don’t look at me like that...I'm only tryin' to protect you and keep you out of trouble. Now go. Your boy is comin' in a few minutes.”

She came to your room to tell you she was going out and that she loves you. You kissed her and wished her a good evening. Then she came back with a short pink dress on. As she passed beside Elvis he grabbed her arm. “I think you didn’t heard what I told you!!! Where do you think you’re going with this thing? Don’t you think it’s a little too short?”

“Oh please Elvis, not again, mom said this was alright! I bought it with her!”

“I don't care what your momma said! I’m in charge now! I'm your step-father and I said no. This dress is too short, and you’re not going to wear it! Understand?”

She laughed at him: “Are you serious? Is this some kind of joke?”

He looked at you: “This ain't a joke, I'm dead serious right now. So, you’re not gonna wear this dress. That’s it!”

In that moment the door bell rang. “Too late!” She went to open the door to find her boyfriend Danny.

Elvis stopped the two lovers: “So…where ya going?”

Lily snorted: “Elvis please I told you... we're going to the beach!”

He was standing in front of the door: “Yeah, beach party, right..”

Danny felt the heavy situation and promised to take care of Lily. “You better son, otherwise ya gonna make me have to follow you and keep an eye on ya!?”

Lily pointed her finger at him: “Oh don't you dare....”

Elvis towered her: “’Don't you dare’ what? Ya got a little attitude there?!”

An annoyed voice came from upstairs. It was you who stopped all the circus: "Elvis please stop it...let them go!”

He looked up: “Oh for the love of Christ, alright...just go on, and do me a favorite, behave yourself. And don't be callin' your momma and tellin' her I told ya to behave, ya hear me?”

“Oh thank youuu... you're the greatest!” she kissed him on his cheek then she went out with Danny. Elvis remains alone and he sat on the couch.

“God, that damn girl's gonna be the death of me. She's gonna do what she wants...and if she ever gets herself in trouble, I don’t know what I’m gonna do...” He said to himself with annoyance and with a pinch of sadness in his voice.

Lily spent a wonderful night with her friends. As she promised there were no drugs or other bad things...except a little bit of alcohol.

The day after Elvis woke up early, his thoughts were already on his stepdaughter. He went to check her in the bedroom, but the bed was tied up and nobody was in the room. He went to the bathroom, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and splashed cool water on his face to wake himself up. He couldn’t help but think about Lily and he was worried about her.

He was about to wake you up, when he heard the doorbell. Elvis rushed up to answer it. To his surprise, he found Lily and Danny at his doorstep.

“Well...isn’t it a bit late to come back!?” he was furious. “You were supposed to take it easy and come back by midnight. Are ya two alright?”

She entered the house: “Don’t worry Elvis, I'm feeling very good!”

“And Danny here? Is he treating you well? Please tell me he is behaving. I'm trusting him to take care of you...

“Oh don't you worry, he took greeeat care of me!” she answered looking at Danny with a mischievous face.

Elvis's tone changes and he became harsh and authoritarian. He saw a big smile in her expression, and knew she was hiding something. “You...you two...haven't done nothing stupid, Lily?”

“Come on Elvis... you worry too much....” then he kissed Danny and she sent him away: "You better go!".

She sat on the couch and Elvis went straight to her. “I'm pretty sure you broke your promise! What happened last night?”

“Dunt get mad, it's alright!”

“C’mon, you know me better than that! I just want to know how you spent your night, 'cause I couldn't stop thinking about you, I was worried!” He got closer to Lily, to the point that he was sitting right next to her. Their eyes met when he looked at her with a kind and worried look. Elvis smiled as he spoke: “Oh, this is killin' me, Lily...just tell me what happened, please. You know, I care about ya…”. His tone was sincere and honest. He looked at her with genuine worry and he put his hand on her thigh in a protective gesture.

She pushed him back: “What are you doing?”

“Don't worry about it, Lily...don't worry at all! Now, just tell me what happened, and everything’s gonna be alright, ya hear me? You broke your promise, you know that? But I want ya to be honest with me now!” He then slowly moved his hand to caress her thigh. He wasn't thinking straight anymore, his desire just took over at that point.

“Elvis please...what are you...?”

He couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore: “Darlin', now listen to me...ya know I love ya, like any other father, but hey, every man has needs and you just don't know how hard it is to resist you, and...” his hand had already traveled up to the edge of her dress, his eyes were now fixed on her lips like a hungry predator. The thought of kissing her was overwhelming him.

As she realised what was happening she got up from the couch: “Dunt you dare…I'm gonna tell mama!”

His desires overpowered him, and he was now ready to go much further to have his way. His thoughts were only focused on her, everything else had disappeared in that exact moment. Elvis got close to her and kissed her hard, while his tongue tried to find its way into her lips. He was now desperate to possess his stepdaughter. He pulls her on the couch so her body was now on top of him. His hand grabbed her hair and pressed the back of her head down, bringing Claire face closer to his.

She struggled to push him away... "It can't be happening!” she thought. His hand moved to lift the edge of her dress higher and higher up her thighs. He was trying with all his might to resist the urge to take her right there and then, but he was into it. In that moment, as she was trying to escape, she felt her body shiver and a strange pressure grew in her lower belly. “Oh my God..”

She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away standing up and leaving him on the couch: “What are you trying to do?? Are you mad?”

“Honeybee, ya know what I'm trying to do! I want you in every possible way, and ya know that. I love the way you look, the way you move, the way you smell. You are mine, ya hear me? You are mine!” He stood up and grabbed her again. This time he pressed her against the couch with his whole body on her and pinned her against the couch as his hands were under her skirt and tried to undo her bra.

She cried “No, please...mooom!”

In that moment your voice came from upstairs: “Lily, what's going on sweetheart?” You asked while getting downstairs. Lily jumped from the couch. Elvis looked at her in a frustrated way, as he fixed his clothes to look good again. “Ah shit Lily! Why you had to go get your momma?” As Elvis heard footsteps getting closer to the living room, he tried his best to hide his arousal.

Lily ran upstairs and locked her in her bedroom. Elvis hears her crying and his face was filled with sadness. As you came down, he found himself with you in the living room and he tried to lie, but he seemed to be a bit nervous. You looked at him with a skeptical look.

“Oh y/n, sweetie, Lily was just scared because I yelled at her for breaking her promise and going out with his boyfriend. I just yelled at her 'cause I'm worried she'd break her promise again, she's not in trouble, ya hear me?” You looked at him worried. “Believe me y/n, Lily is ok, she’s in her room now, I sent her to rest!” You were so tired that in the end you believed him and went to get lunch ready. Elvis, in a desperate gesture, decided to knock on Lily’s door. He knocked very hard, as if it was a threat.

“Honeybee, I need to talk to ya. Please open the door!”. He was knocking on the door over and over and over again. He seemed nervous, frustrated, and sad all at once. He needed her to open that door so he could convince her. “Lily please...I didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart...and I won't yell at you again, I promise! But I really need to talk ya, darlin'. Please, sweetheart...I promise it will not take long!” He sounded desperate at this point. She felt him crying and she opened the door a little bit. He saw the little slit of the door open and his heart beat fast. He took all his strength to keep his composure and not look at her with lusty look.

“Lily please...I'm gonna fix this, I promise...just listen to me and don't tell on me, ya hear me?” His words were sincere, but he couldn't help looking at her and wishing he could hold her.

“What did you got on your mind?” she asked shocked. Elvis looked up and tried to fix his eyes on her eyes. “Listen to me Lily, don't say anything to your momma, ok? I couldn’t bare to lose both of you!”.

Lily is very angry and she felt betrayed by him. All of her life she looked at him like the hero of the fairytales, her prince charming and now she was seeing him as a monster. “How can you ask me that? Do you realise what you were about to do?”

“Lily, please... I wasn’t about to do anything, you hear me? I just wanted to hug you and...I'm sorry...just please, don't tell your momma. Please!” He started to sound needy, pleading, and desperate. He sounded as if his life depended on her not telling on him. Lily looked at him and in that moment something changed inside of her. She saw him vulnerable and almost lost. Elvis, who just wanted to kiss her, saw Lily getting closer to him. She got closer and Elvis' heartbeat increased even more. The temptation was bigger than ever for him.

“I won't tell her...daddy!”

Elvis saw her smiling. She was a lot more beautiful and cute when she smiled. Then he smiled back at her and put his arms around her waist, ready to hug her. She suddenly leaned towards him, expecting a kiss. Elvis was confused. He kissed her passionately, in a way he never expected to. He couldn't resist her anymore. His desire for her was too big to resist. Finally, his tongue was in her mouth and their lips were dancing free. She pulls back shocked at what she did: “I'm...I'm sorry daddy...I..”

Elvis was still holding her, and didn't let her go. His eyes were on her lips and he couldn't resist her anymore. This was just a kiss to her, but for him, it was like a dream becoming true. He kissed her again, but even more passionately than before. As their lips danced, he was the happiest man in the world, knowing it was a mistake that would cost him everything he had. He couldn't resist his stepdaughter and he was enjoying her lips and her body now more than ever.

He pushed her against the wall and kept kissing her passionately. Her legs moved a bit, but Elvis felt that she was into it. So he kept going, pushing her body against the wall. His desire for her was as big as his love, if not bigger. He couldn't get enough from her. Elvis didn't want this moment to end, but the thought of letting himself go any further also crossed his mind. He knew this would cost him a lot if anyone came to this room. As he kissed her on her neck, Elvis made sure to whisper: “Be quite baby...” then he locked the door.

He put his hand on the back of her neck, as his other hand moved slowly down to her butt and thighs. He loved to touch her body and he couldn't resist her anymore. He wanted to take her right there and then. He wanted to get her out of that dress and make her his own. He kissed her slowly and passionately, taking his time with her, giving her as much pleasure as he could. Elvis stopped his hands slowly from touching Lily’s body, as he took his eyes off her body and he started to look in her eyes. He looked at her with desire, but at the same time with deep feelings of love and tenderness.

Suddenly Lily pushed him away. “Please Elvis, stop... this is not the right way!”

Elvis was confused. He had never felt this way for a woman before, but at the same time he was just a man who couldn't resist his desire. Elvis knew he was in trouble, and he had a big decision to make.

“Lily, ya know I want to hold ya, ya know I want to kiss ya...and I want to give ya everything you... deserve, ya hear me?” he said while he kept on caressing here gently.

She looked down: “What I'm trying to say is...I want it too, but not this way!”

Elvis wasn't expecting that. He looked at her in shock. She was telling him that she also felt what he felt, but she was too scared to fully admit it.

“You mean...ya want this too? Oh God, ya can't imagine how much I want to be with you and make you mine, but you know I can't Lily...you know I can't...”

She held him and looked him in his eyes: “I loved you since I was little...when you took us with you I was just a child and you were my big hero. I remember I called you daddy back then but now...I just can't. That's why I never called you that way anymore...”

“Lily, you mean you love me? You...you fell in love with me a long time ago? I never knew that! I...I can’t believe it. But...you are too young for me Lily. We could never be…” Elvis was torn apart. He would have taken her right then, but still he saw her as the little girl he raised and he couldn’t do anything but feel guilty.

“I don't care if I'm too young!” said Lily “I want you to teach me how to love you. You know, I have to confess you a thing: Danny tried to do something last night, but I stopped him! I didn't want him to be the first, I wanted to be you!” At that words he took courage and chose the path of his new life. He could have the opportunity to be with her. So he didn't want to waste anytime and he had the perfect place for spending some quality time with her. “Lily, come with me! We'll need to be careful, but once we get there, there's no one that we have to hide from. It's just you and me, alone and free!"

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis history #elvis fans #elvis smut #70s elvis #elvis imagine #50s elvis #60s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #elvis x reader

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queenofthursday6599-blog · 2 months ago

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I've got various TWDG head canons, some which are basically fluff, and some of which are pretty dark.

I wanna say my most lighthearted head canons are stuff like, I definitely think Duck dressed up as Robin the halloween before the apocalypse.

Also he hilariously thinks Lee is cooler than his dad. Considering in his game of detective he assigns Lee the role of Batman instead of his dad Kenny.

While my darkest head canons are stuff like, I'm 99% sure Jolene's daughter was traded to the St. Johns for Danny St. John to "enjoy" by the Save Lot Bandits in exchange for food or something else.

Maybe to really solidify their deal.

I mean. It's awful to think about, but it makes complete sense.

Danny St. John is implied to be a pedo with an interest in little girls, considering he wants to keep Clementine alive over anyone else in the group.

Danny specifically went out to the woods looking for Jolene in order to silence her. Even though there isn't really a reason for Danny to be doing so if he didn't have Jolene's daughter at some point.

I mean, if the St. Johns are scared of her spilling the beans on their deal with the bandits to the random survivors they're hunting, then why didn't they send the bandits after her?

She's an exile from the bandit's group, I feel like if their deal was what they were worried about protecting, the St. Johns would demand the bandits silence Jolene. The bandit's actions is what caused the problem, therefore it's their job to fix said problem.

Not to mention, why else would the bandits take Jolene's daughter in the first place?

She's heavily implied to be close to the same age as Clementine, as Jolene in her delusions thinks Clementine is her daughter.

Meaning that if she was given to the St. Johns, she wouldn't have been used for food, not right away anyways, and they definitely wouldn't have picked a kid over an adult.

It's the whole reason Andy shoots down Danny picking Clementine to be kept alive. Not enough meat on her body to make very much food.

So if the bandits were to the point of giving up one of their own to be eaten, I definitely think they would have given Jolene to the St. Johns.

Which only really leaves one other option. Trading Jolene's daughter away to the St. Johns, not to be eaten, but for some other nefarious purpose. Which can really only be one thing.

I mean, I guess it's possible the Save Lot Bandits just took Jolene's daughter out into the woods to kill her. But we're never even given the slightest hint of a reason as to why they'd do that.

Like there's no ranting from Jolene that they thought her daughter was unfairly using up resources and not contributing anything to the group, or that she'd gotten sick, or been bitten.

And in Jolene's rambles, she heavily implies that both she and her daughter had been sexually assaulted by the men in the Save Lot Bandits, or men closely associated with the Bandits, who could only really be the St. Johns if it's not referring to just the Bandits themselves.

But even if Jolene only knows of the abuse her daughter suffered at the hands of the bandits, that the bandits sexually abused her daughter, definitely means not a single one of them would feel an ounce of shame in trading the girl away to the St. Johns for bonus points.

Not to mention they're definitely cool with cannibalism, considering they're deal with the St. Johns. They can be in denial all they want, but it's obvious that the St. Johns don't have any more animals other than their one cow, and the deal is that the bandits heard people into the St. John's trap.

So yeah, I definitely think Jolene's daughter ended up in the possession of Danny St. John before she died, as horrible as that is.

#twdg s1 #twdg headcanon

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phantomphangphucker · 2 years ago

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Phic Phight - Flower Child

For: @murphy-kitt @a-closet-emo @majorastudios @lovelyunknown @nocturna-starr @dekalko-mania

Maddie’s trying to sort through things, her son be Phantom things, but it isn’t going so well; and trying to figure things out more only makes things bloom into something worse

Maddie was… going through some things right now. On one hand she was immensely thankful to finally, finally, have answers for a lot of her worries and confusions. On the other hand though… finding out your child, the little kid you made and raised and loved, was dead was… unpleasant at best. If he wasn’t okay with it then she’s not sure she would have been able to handle it at all; but he seemed to love it, preferred it even. That was odd to think about all on its own, but she was still glad for it. Hearing how he died had been a hard conversation, one that she still felt rather guilty about, but it really was needed. The rift in the family had gotten pretty bad and her and Jack knew Danny was hiding something; and he was paranoid about them, he couldn’t trust or even like them without knowing they accepted him. And she does, she accepts him, loves him. It’s just… hard. He’s half dead and he fights otherworldly dead powerhouses; the ghosts he picked fights with or even just insulted are ones that would leave any ghost hunter -or human really- shaking in their boots or begging for a quick death. It was hard to watch and hard to sleep knowing he was out there getting thrown into concert and punch literal gods. But he didn’t want them worrying about him and he made it very clear that he absolutely wouldn’t stop; with his protective Obsession she’s fairly sure he would actually get sick if he did stop, but she knows it’s also just his personality and him being far more combative than she had ever realised.

That boy loved to fight.

It was probably for the best for everyone, it gave him a purpose that he truly enjoyed and could handle (even if she had to keep reminding herself of that fact), it kept their ghost infested town safer, and it gave FentonWorks a for-sure future heir. She was still going to worry. She was a mother, how couldn’t she?

Then there was the simple fact that Danny just wasn’t entirely human and acted and thought that way. He had been a bit odd before they knew, but after he told them he kind of gave up on hiding his less human behaviours. Her heart would still sped up a bit when he’d just walk through a wall or pull something out of a wall without a second thought; it was second nature to him to just phase through things. She was also a lot more aware of the fact that he’d usually invisibly stick his head into their room to check on them after his patrols, which was more touching than it really had any right to be; especially since it was partly him being protective and possessive of them in a very ghostly way. The floating and lack of footsteps was not nearly as unnerving as most people would probably think, but she’s a ghost hunter so her perception is probably pretty skewed. At least him ecto-beaming or freezing stuff when he got annoyed wasn’t much different than Jack inevitably blowing something up. The growling, hissing, and inhuman body movements were a lot more unsettling though; it just ticked that part in her brain that recognised ghosts and their behaviour as predatory and dangerous. It was taking a while to unlearn that and not at least wince when he’d be snarling and baring his teeth at the microwave for not working for the millionth time.

She thinks that maybe if she’d know early on and had gotten exposed to each new ghostly thing about him over years instead of months, this would be easier. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz barely even bat an eye at any of it. Heck! She’s seen Danny shoot Tucker in the face and the other teen had merely blinked to shield his eyes. He laughed about it after wiping his face off. They don’t see anything weird or unsettling or disturbing about his behaviour or powers, she couldn’t say the same and she feels like a failure as a mother because of it. It didn’t help that it felt like they were all just… expecting her to instantly be okay and fond of it all. Well, except Danny, which she didn’t actually like. She could tell that he’d have to make a point to not knee jerk cover up or hide or get embarrassed over his behaviour or power usage. The way he’d eye her and Jack before using some particular power the first, second, or third time. Or like his ghostly behaviour was going to get him shot at when he realised they’d seen/noticed it; that reaction was only worse if he actually noticed her unease or that she’d been startled. He was mostly good at just being himself now, even if she was still hung up on things. She’d honestly rather he just yell at her to ‘get her shit together’. But she’d get there, she’s sure of it. Especially because she knows in her gut that he hasn’t told her or Jack everything. It wouldn’t make sense if he had. Danny was starting them off small, that would be the logical thing to do; or at least he was leaving the ‘harder to swallow’ or darker things for later. She’s definitely positive that he’s understated a few of his fights, and outright hasn’t mentioned more serious ones. She had to hear from Jazz that he actually did fight Pariah, one on one, and nearly died. Maddie had half the mind to try and force him to never pick fights alone again, but she knows that wouldn’t work out both because he wouldn’t follow that and because he got into fights that it just wasn’t safe for anyone to tag along with him.

His power alone was worrying and frightening. Because of the fights he fought, the power he had to keep in check, even just the types of ghosts that wanted to talk to him; that and if he went too far or decided he was doing something no matter what, no one would be able to stop him.

Part of her worried a little that he planned on never telling them about anything more dark or dangerous, which she could understand but still didn’t like. That meant she had to take the incitive and try to find out herself; that way she could find out and process whatever it was without her son seeing any kind of reaction that he didn’t want to see/was afraid of. Though snooping his room was probably not the best idea and he’d probably be unhappy about it, that and she knows he stores stuff very literally inside of the walls; reasonably she knows that’s where anything more informative, or horrifying, might be.

So armed with a wall scanner she looks, finding weapons isn’t remotely surprising and she knows there’s a weapon or two in basically every wall of the house. Maddie’d like to argue that it would make more sense to hang them on the wall instead of inside so anyone can grab them, but the reason her and Jack hadn’t already been doing that was the simple fact that someone -most likely Jack- might knock them off of the wall and accidentally fire them; which with a half ghost in the house would be even more risky. There was a very big difference between a human getting shot in the face by an ecto- bazooka and someone who’s half ectoplasm getting shot in the face with an ecto-bazooka.

The… concerning amount of fresh and used medical supplies is a different story though. It was a bit biohazardous and made her insides squeeze at the implications. She knew Danny got hurt a lot and that he usually sorted out his own wounds, but actually seeing the -horrifically mishandled- end result of that wasn’t pleasant. Yes he could regrow limbs and reform broken bones, but he still had to patch it up to let it heal… and he still got the injuries in the first place. She should get him a biohazards bin, so he at least doesn’t destroy the insides of the walls with all of it. Probably the only reason he hadn’t asked for one or just taken one was him trying to not remind them about his frequent injuries. But the last thing Maddie wanted was him hiding a serious injury instead of coming to them for help or even just letting them know; she’s positive Jack’s hugged him when he had a broken rib or two before. She’s not going to try cutting the medical stuff out of the wall to look through it though, she does trust him to tell them if he needs different medical care/treatment than a human… or ghost for that matter. He’s been pretty good about that so far, even if it was clear he had been practically forcing himself to explain core-related and Obsession-related health; ghosts, including Danny, were instinctively afraid to expose that stuff.

What does catch her eyes is the notebooks, she knows Danny and his friends have run tests on his powers and their limits; and their note taking abilities, based on what she saw in their ghost files, were pretty good. And well, him hiding dangerous powers from her was something she was a bit more paranoid about. It would be extremely reassuring if it turns out he hasn't, and if it turns out he has then she’ll just have to assure him that she’s okay with it. It’s not like she wasn’t aware that he was dangerous, so if it turns out he does have one or a few exceptionally dangerous powers then that doesn’t really change anything.

Thankfully she’s able to get at them by just jimmying the windowsill and snaking a grabber tool down; it was almost as if he wanted her to be able to get them out if she just took the time to look. She was probably reading too far into it.

Taking the time to check his bed to make sure there’s nothing hidden under blankets she might accidentally sit on before sitting down. As curious as she is she makes a point to be careful, she’d feel awful if she wrecked one especially since she’s doing this without Danny’s permission. Some appear to be notes on ghost culture, which she’d rather hear from Danny himself. Some are just his general thoughts, opinions, or reminders to himself; which she’s not reading, she can at least respect his privacy that much. One’s a self expirement log, which she is extremely not okay with. She… can’t blame him for deciding to do that, there wasn’t really any other way for him to learn about his body, but it was still not okay. Her and Jack would probably do the same in his situation, but they certainly wouldn’t do it alone or with the level of risk Danny seemed to be okay with. There’s even a little side note about him forgetting a scalpel in his leg after dissecting it… with a (lol) bubble written next to it. If this wasn’t about her son and done to him by himself, she’d be incredibly curious and would want to pour over it. Maybe… she’ll ask Danny if that’s something they can do together. That way he can explain himself, and she can glare at him with enough feeling to get her disapproval across; while also going over his research in earnest and satisfying curiosities. Plus, she knows that some of this might be actually important for him to know.

But she does find what she was really looking for: the notes on his powers. Yes, she knows most of those she’s sure, but she’s looking specifically for what she doesn’t know. It is interesting being reminded just how many powers he has and how strong those powers are. It makes her feel nervous about him all over again, especially seeing how every power he has has grown in strength from whatever it was first recorded as. An 160 m/s flight speed, increased to around 370 m/s; a little baffling still but it still made her smile finally knowing that his flight was how he managed to get around so quickly. She had tried to stick a gps on him when she’d grounded him one time and had thought the thing was broken. Other things were just endurance increases, which was expected; it would be weird if his endurance hadn’t increased. He’d definitely understated how impressive his cyrokinesis was though, he could trap at least half of America in a perpetual snow storm if he felt like it. Maybe she should asking him about the ice sculpting? If it’s a hobby of his then she’d love to see a little; and seeing him use or work with his powers in a very non-threatening and innocent way would certainly make her more comfortable.

Apparently he really needed some help with his duplication and telekinesis, there was an honestly impressive amount of mishaps and utter failures written down. The little -clearly annoyed- side note about how the other halfas ‘stupid ass’ had no trouble with this and that he needed to get his own act together, was definitely surprising. Danny hadn’t mentioned any other halfas… but she guesses him being completely unique would be rather unlikely. Maybe he was protecting their identities? Did she know them? Was he just going to wait for permission from them to say anything? She could understand that. Arguably him having someone to compare himself to and relate to was a very good thing, hopefully they’re nice. She’s pretty sure she’s never even seen him use telekinesis as Phantom before, so he must be really bad at it; which does make her smile a little. It was nice seeing that he wasn’t this perfect all powerful godly ghost, and that he wasn’t alone with the way that he was.

Him being able to create portals and having pyrokinesis is a little unexpected. With how strong he is she’s not really surprised he can make portals, even if it looks like it takes a lot of ectoplasmic energy to do. Maybe he didn’t tell them because he was worried they’d want to take advantage of that to have him make portals for them? Which… she did kind of want to do but she’s not foolish enough to think he’d be okay with that. Besides, if her or Jack want to go to or research the Ghost Zone they’re going to use their own portal; their life’s work. Plus, the last thing she’d want to do is ask him to use up a bunch of his energy only for him to have to run off to a fight on a partly empty tank; she’d feel awful about that and that would be seriously mean of her to do to him. The pyrokinesis seemed newer, so maybe he was still trying to figure it out first; she couldn’t blame him for that.

So far she’s pretty okay with this. What he didn’t mention seemed reasonable and what he’d understated could easily just be him trying to ease them in slowly. It makes her breath a bit easier and smile or laugh more at all the little notes. Danny liked to add little side notes about his general mishaps. From apparently being able to shoot ecto-beams from his butt but refusing to on principle, to the ridiculously vast ways he’s accidentally destroyed his shoes (some how nearly every power had, at some point, destroyed his shoes).

The little section on his ghost zone lair related powers, like being able to manipulate colours or shapes, was a reminder on how he thought different. The notes don’t make a lot of sense and are kind of hard to follow. Even when he’d tried explaining things to her and Jack verbally, it didn’t make a lot of sense; he just couldn’t explain it in a way that made sense to the human mind. Sam and Tucker even left little scribbles telling him the notes didn’t make sense; which had angry faces doddled next to them. That was kind of nice to see. Even Sam and Tucker didn’t completely get everything, and Danny didn’t seem to mind them saying as much.

Then she flips to multiple pages that are all in ghost speak, ominous.

Alright, she’s got a few options here. Either she can leave it alone, it being in ghost speak clearly means Danny doesn’t want it being read… by the living at least. Or she could just ask him to open up to her and tell her, but that would rather defeat the purpose of all of this. Or she could get their translation manual, it wasn’t perfect but she could get an idea. Translating ghost speak was another of her and Jack’s life long projects, the language was very difficult since when spoken it was just scratching, warbles, squeaks, static, clicks, and shrieking; and when written was squiggles, scratches, and dots. No living language was similar and ghosts all naturally knew it so there was no ‘learn to speak ghost’ ghost books to potentially find and study. Danny himself had made comments about attempting to teach Tucker and Sam some of the language with little success… meaning they knew how to swear and that was it. Granted Danny had only tried teaching them to speak it, which Maddie’s pretty sure isn’t actually humanly possible. Reading it was a different matter all together.

… Yeah, she’s decoding this. She’s come this far, might as well see it through. Nodding to herself before going to go get their manual; she won’t be able to figure out any more unique or complicated words but it should hopefully be enough.

Coming back up and setting it down, part of her was excited to see how good she’ll be at this, the other part was just plain ol’ nervous.

…

‘These are things I ____ I ____ ____, as _____________ as it is. I ____ let this, him, _______ me and that ______ with ______ ______ and mine.

__________ One- Limitat____

I have _______ to test the limitat____ of the wail. It’s ______ to me, as ________, so I’m in the ____ with it. It’s an __________ powerful _______ even by _____ ghost _________. I dont know if I _________ it out of _________ or not, or if the wail will ______ more powerful _________ on power _____/ecto-_____, use, or my age. For now, I'm ________ to take some _________ in the fact that it’s not as ______ as his.

______ this experi____, I have done multi___ _________ test_ to see what my wails limitat____ are, each with a ____ _______ for rest and ________; I’m not trying to knock myself out on some ______ _________ island or make myself ______ to fight. Talk about a _______ move.

Test one- body sap

I _______ know I can go for a while _______ air, but the wail makes it __________ to _______ during use. This ________ with the _____ power ________ makes me light ______ after about forty-five _______; risk___ _______________ after three minutes. Minor head____ and thirst, also come into play. My skin starts getting dry and all my _______ begin to ____. If I push it my eyes get ______ and my blood ________ goes low. I _________ to do ________ drawn out wails like this but _____ up need___ an ecto __. Not fun.

(Note: ________ liter. test___ has shown that my wail is not __________ to a ______, the more I use it the more I can ______ it. It _________ makes me feel more ___________ with it but I’d still ______ never use it).

Test two- ecto _____________

_________ it takes about twelve _______ for a ________ ghost above ecto level ______ to _______ from using a _______ _______ power, _________ it takes me four times that and even less if I’m not eat___ or ________ enough. Even with stay___ on top of my bodily needs as much as ________ in order to help __________ my ecto-_____________, it still takes at least three days to fully _______ from using my wail until I ______ pass out. The wail _______ needs far more power than what I’m _________ able to give it and is ________ going past my natural ________ ______; this will __________ ______ as I grow strong__. To be test__ _______ later. (Note: _______ test does _______ that more ecto-______ = short__ ________ time, but it’s still above any ________ time of any of my other powers).

Test three- ___________ _________

As much as I don’t like it, this power is _________ ___________. I need to know the ______ of that and how to ______ I can __________ control my ______ to avoid _________ damage. Even with _______ energy ______ and only using it for one full ______ the wail easily ___________ an acre of trees and tears up the ground. I _______ I will have to active__ suck in some of the ______ I’m out put____ to make this less danger___. At _______ ______ that I can handle I’m stuck reform___ what I can of the ______, and hoping no one saw that with a _____ or something. This is just too danger____. (Note: I’ve since _______ out how to ‘suck in’ some of the ______, it has a ________ to it and my body just wants to let the ______ lose. This power remains ___________).

Test four- Area Of ______

My _____ for _____ of the wail is ______ three ____sand and forty five acres, and will __________ increase more. The ________ destruct___ zone is around seven hundred acres. My small___ ________ area of ______ is two and a half acres.

Test Five - Pig _____

One of the most _________ thing_, I think, is know___ what ______ the wail has on a living body; or would have on a living body pig body if it was still alive. It’s __________ to know that at any point ______ the ________ destruct___ zone the pig is at the least comple____ ripped apart, to vapor____ at the most. If anyone ________ this attack head on they__ die, use in civil___ areas is an ________ no. Even at the ____ of the ________ destruct___ zone the pig ___tains ___v_ ___figure____ and ________ organs are ______ly damage_. Just outside of the ________ destruct___ zone result_ in more minor damage, likely ________ and potent___ for __________.

Test Six - Mental Affect

Sam and Tuck _________ feel___ ______ ______ the battle, so I thought there might be a mental ______ to the wail; _____________ the only way to test this was to ask them to list__ to it. A sound _________ of the wail at max cause_ ______ and a _________ of stomach knot_; mild head____ after a while. A sound _________ at my min____ only causes slight __________ after ____long__ listen___. Nearby enough to hear in person at minimum ______ causes feel____ of terror, stomach flipp___, panic, sweat___, strong ______, and there__ an ___________ ______ to get away from the sound. Takes at least five minute_ to _______ from. Decide_ test___ at _______ ______ was too risky. Will not be retest___.’

Maddie frowns a little, she didn’t really like the sounds of any of that. It seemed like it actually was about a power that Danny considered dangerous and outright didn’t use for that reason. Some sort of wail from what she can decipher, which likely has a more proper name. From the sounds of it it’s very hard on him physically and uses up a large amount of ecto-energy in a very short amount of time, way more than any powers normally should; which is a little concerning, maybe he was having difficulties with it because it wasn’t compatible with his halfa body? He has issues controlling it or how strong it is, she thinks, and it’s incredibly destructive. Taking out an entire acre of trees and ground with what she’s guessing is his weakest version of it was ridiculously dangerous; and it seems like this power had a range into the thousands of acres. Then there’s him commenting that he’d literally kill someone if he used it on them and it freaked people out to hear it.

She can’t not ask him about this. If he does have something this dangerous, that he doesn’t like and can’t really control, her and Jack need to know about it. Maybe they can help? Either with better practice, pointers, or even just making him more comfortable with the power; emotions had an effect on ghosts and Danny was no exception, his ice was a great example of that since he’d chill rooms when he got moody. The fact that this power had gotten stronger just like all his others only reinforced her opinion.

Should she approach the topic with notebook in hand? Or try to play it off like there’s been rumours about a wail power? Or just ask if there’s any powers he hasn’t mentioned yet along with assuring him it’s fine if whatever power is dangerous? With the first he’ll be upset she went through his stuff and read his notebooks, with the second she’d be flat out lying to his face, and the third would just come off as seriously manipulative if he doesn’t just agree right off the bat. In short, all her options here kind of sucked, but she backed herself into this situation so she’s got to deal with it. Honestly? She was hoping not to find anything out just to calm her mind about him and his halfa everything. Maybe if she just tells him that? If he knows that she’s really genuinely coming from a place of concern and working towards getting used to him as he actually truly is. Yeah that was her best bet.

Nodding to herself, putting back all of the other notebooks before heading downstairs; getting started on supper was a good idea and after that? She’ll wait.

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But as soon as Danny comes through the door, looking haggard and freaked, she’s immediately second guessing her plan; slipping the notebook under some paper towel as she heads over to him. “Danny? Sweetie? Are you okay?”.

Danny runs a hand through his hair, eyeing her quickly before looking back to the ground and grumbling, “fucking no?”. The swearing makes her frown but she just waits for him to continue, she knows he will. Danny could talk a mile a minute for hours when he felt like it. He doesn’t even give her a chance to chastise him even if she had planned to. “Red freaking found out about me”, and mutters a bit in ghost speak.

Alright. Okay. She definitely understood him freaking out and stressing over someone, especially a ghost hunter, finding out about him. The Red Huntress did tend to be pretty friendly with Phantom him though so maybe it wasn’t so bad. “Is she being mean about it? Threatening to expose you or anything? She’s not following you around is she? Attacking you?”.

He gives her a weird confused look, “what? No!”, before blinking and moving to slump down on the couch, “shit sorry, Red wouldn’t really hurt me, not like that”, he sighs and throws her through a bit of a loop, “I know who she is under the mask and we’re kinda friends, and that’s kinda the problem because holy goddamn Ancients”.

Wait. What? Him knowing who she is isn’t… too surprising. Hiding your identity from someone who could be around invisibly at any given moment and had a very strong sense of smell and hearing, was practically impossible. The ‘kinda friends’ tells her that his human self must be friends with the girl under the helmet, so Maddie could see her being incredibly upset with him not telling her especially when he knew her identity. “So she’s mad you didn’t tell her about yourself when you knew about her? Or Danny Fenton didn’t tell his friend that he knew about her hunting?”. She’s not going to ask who she is, it wasn’t really necessary and clearly Danny wasn’t a fan of revealing others identities based on there being other Halfas he never mentioned.

Danny runs a hand through his hair, nodding slowly, “yeah, yeah. Fuck. She’s really mad about that and maybe shot me in the face and then punched me in the face for it. But, like-”, gesturing a bit ridiculously, “-I knew she was going to find out, since she already knows about halfas and my secret kinda hinges on people not knowing halfas are a real possible thing. So it was absolutely just a matter of time, but oh my Ancients. There is way too much bullshit between us for this to not be insanely complicated and a pain in the ass”, he then gets up and starts pacing, “we’ve basically fought wars together, I revealed her to her dad when she could have done the same to me, and if I had just fucking told her she definitely wouldn’t have done the whole few hour torture session thing, and she wouldn’t have been completely fooled for so long by a psycho, and then there’s Elle. Then of course there’s the whole us thing and shit would have been or currently would be totally fucking different-”.

Maddie crosses her arms a bit and leans against the wall as he just keeps on going, honestly he seemed more upset about Red finding out about him than his own parents. She’s actually a little bothered by that, they were his parents, whom he lived with; and there was the simple fact that her and Jack were definitely more ectophobic than Red ever has been. Yes Red was extremely violent but Maddie and Jack have literally debated dissecting him to his face… which she of course felt really terrible about now. Yes he had been nervous telling them but he hadn’t freaked out like this. “She’s your friend though, why is this so bad? Or so complicated?”, frowning a little, “you weren’t this upset over us knowing”.

Danny looks at her like she’s nuts, which definitely upsets her a bit. “Mom, no. Just no”, shaking his head aggressively, “you guys are so much easier and simpler. Living with you guys I can see your reactions or lack of reactions every day, she just flew off into the goddamn sunset and I have no idea how she’s taking this other than her assaulting me!”, gesturing dismissively, “which yeah, she’s an aggressive person so I’m not really worried about that, but I’d really like to know if I’m going to get bombed in the future as payback or if she’s taking this really not well”, pointing at Maddie, which she tries to not find incredibly rude, “and even though she was violent Red and Phantom had a working friendship and work relationship, which is definitely completely fucked up now. And the whole Danny Fenton is a sweet innocent boy thing is really really fucked now, so she’s definitely feeling horrifically betrayed. You guys have literally known me my whole life, so you’re not out here wildly confused and pissed off over the possibility of me not being me or the me you thought was me or whatever”, rubbing his neck and looking around, “and sure there was the whole ‘we want to dissect and torture you’ thing with you guys but due to a bit of time travel and memory manipulation I knew you guys wouldn’t actually do it and would accept things, don’t have that with her. Plus, and no offence, Red is a far better hunter than you guys and has actually talked to ghosts in a friendly way who have all basically lied to her face about me”, and then he crosses his arms, “and then there’s the whole I kinda ruined her life as Phantom and then just turned around and befriended her as Fenton, which in retrospect was really fucked up to do”.

Maddie rubs her forehead, that… was kind of messed up of him but still, “okay yes you clearly have a history with her here, but Danny”, gesturing at him, “you have way more with us”.

Danny instantly snapping, “not really, no”, and promptly wincing.

Look, Maddie knows her and Jack haven’t been the greatest parents and that they were maybe less involved and attentive than they should have been, by they were still his parents. “We’re your parents, that doesn’t even makes sense. We’ve literally known you your whole life!”.

“I mean sure yeah, but you haven’t been to space with me; the last time you listened to me ramble about stars was when I was freaking ten. Half of the time she’d bring me my favourite drink for tag team hunts because she goddamn memorised it! I’m sorry but as a family we’re just not close as a family like that, and that is not just because of me hiding my bullshit!”, growling a little, “she didn’t know about me because I hid it yeah, but she was actively trying to know. You guys weren’t. You guys don’t get to be assholes to me or be super upset about me, because you didn’t really care! She fucking did!”.

“That’s not true!”.

Danny sticks his hands out to the side, “how?! How is that not true? Yeah sure we went on bonding trips and things where you guys tried to get to know me or be close to me but you weren’t doing that because you genuinely wanted to know me! You just felt like you were being bad parents”, huffing and staring a bit, “it’s the same with you guys pussyfooting around me and trying to not be bothered by me being a freaky half ghost, which while I appreciate, you’re doing that because you feel bad that I couldn’t trust you because you were bad parents. You feel bad because you fucked up! She didn’t fuck up! After the point where we became friends in both my forms she never gave me a reason not to tell her. You guys never gave me a reason to tell you, I just didn’t want our family relationship to go completely to shit”.

Maddie is plain baffled by that, “do you want us not trying to get used to you?! To how you’ve changed?!”.

“Getting used to and pretending to be okay with are not the same damn thing. You can’t just pretend your way into acceptance! Jazz would go on some rant about how repressing things doesn’t work and she’d probably be right!”, huffing and crossing his arms, “be bothered by shit and then work on it. Do you think I-”, smacking his hands into his chest, “-was okay with this at first?! Fuck no! But I had to put up with myself. You guys are tolerating things yes, but you’re not actively trying to be exposed to my bullshit. That’s not trying. And you guys weren’t already all buddy buddy with Phantom, you were tolerant and nothing more. You only like Phantom now because you know he’s me! But she was already accepting! Already friendly with all of me. And I might have just fucked that up! I am allowed to be bothered by that and you being annoyed I’m more bothered by her suddenly finding out is fucking bullshit!”, rubbing his forehead and taking a breath, “look I get that you guys have a lot, like a lot, of bigotry to work through, but that bigotry has always been my biggest concern with you guys. I knew you would still see me as your son and love me and everything. But with her that love and seeing me as a friend is my biggest concern and I care a crap ton more about that. She knows and accepts me as a friend already and I don’t want to risk or lose that. She knows me and likes what’s there!”.

“Like she knows all your stories and opinions?!? Or all the powers I know you haven’t mentioned?!? Your wail and everything else?!? Your more upset over her because you’ve actually told her everything?!? Danny how can we actually accept you the way you want us to if you don’t tell us”.

He throws his hands out again, “you need to initiate it! Not me!After everything, I don’t owe you that! Especially because I’m your son. And-”, he blinks and drops his arms, just staring blankly at her, speaking back up flatly and concerningly calm, “how do you know about that”; the rooms temperature drops a couple degrees.

Maddie glares at him, storming back into the kitchen, grabbing the notebook, and coming back out. Basically throwing it at his chest, “I looked, Danny. Because I knew you went telling us everything! I guess I was trying! Like you want!”. Neither moves for a beat until Maddie goes wide-eyed a bit, realising that was probably the worst thing she could have done here. She violated his privacy, and probably his trust, and just threw it in his face. Putting a hand over her mouth, “oh Danny! I- I’m so sorry!”, bending down to quickly pick it back up and just standing there holding it with a pinched expression.

Danny’s eyes flash green at her and he all but snatches the notebook out of her hands, growling, “that wasn’t for you to read”, but surprisingly he closes his eyes and takes a big breath, when he opens them again they aren’t green anymore and he doesn’t growl when he speaks… his tone’s still harsh and vibrates a little though, “that wasn’t in English”.

Maddie blinks at him and tries to ignore the way the air feels a little suffocating and chilly, it effectively kills nearly all her anger though, “we've… been working to decipher the language”.

“Out of curiosity or to understand me”.

Maddie gulps, “the first”. She knows damn well that isn’t the ‘right’ response.

Danny snorts and rolls his eyes, “of course”.

Maddie crosses her arms and glances away from him, “we started working on that before we knew”.

“Oh”, Danny blinks and she can tell he’s rubbing his neck even if she’s not looking at him, “sorry then. But… why did you have this down here”, the growl comes back a little, “you couldn’t even put it back”.

Sighing, she looks back to him, “I… I was planning to ask you about it, when you got home”. That almost felt dumb now.

Danny groans and facepalms, “and then I came home like an angry tornado, when you were already feeling a type of way ‘cause you found out stuff you probably didn’t like”, grumbling, “I really suck at this stuff”.

Maddie shakes her head and somewhat stiffly but tiredly moves to sit on the couch, “no, no. I shouldn’t have yelled at you”, sighing, “I’m mad you’re more bothered by just a friend finding out about you over your own parents, over us. But I guess you’re right it’s not really fair”, rubbing her legs and trying to give him a little smile, “and I’m glad you yelled at me, I think we both needed it and it’s better than you being awkward and cringing over everything and tiptoeing”.

“Well you guys not pushing sure made it seem like tiptoeing is what you wanted”, and then he cringes and shakes his head, “sorry”.

She shakes her head, “it’s fine, I guess we’ve just never been good at communicating as a family; one of us not thinking and feeling things entirely humanly just complicating things more, not that that’s a bad thing just different”, sighing again, “so you want to talk about it? I’m trying and maybe it can be a distraction for you since you’re upset about Red”.

He blinks at her, and makes a bit of face, “mom. That is the last thing I want to talk about. To anyone. Jazz has been trying for years to get me talk about that, you’re not getting me there in a freaking afternoon”, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes, coughing a little, “and that’s the last thing I want to even think about after Red finding out about me. Oh Ancients”.

After everything she can’t just not try. “Why?”.

He glares at her, “mom. No”.

She gestures at him, “do you want me to try or not, Danny. I’m trying here”.

Danny sticks an arm out to the side, “I don’t even talk to Sam and Tuck about that. Just because I’m opening up to you about all this and you’re trying to learn about me, that doesn’t give you an all access pass to interrogate me about everything and anything you want”.

Maddie opens her mouth but closes it again, swallowing a little, “Sam and Tucker don’t know?”. That… she should be worried about that, right? She… thought they knew everything.

Danny huffs, “they know but not because I told them, we don’t talk about it. Can you drop it now”.

“But-”.

“No”, him growling a little, “I’m not talking with you about it. I’m not showing you it. Nothing. Leave that alone”.

Maddie stands up again, this is just ridiculous and it can’t be healthy. Jazz must not think it was if she keeps trying to get him to talk about it himself. “What if talking actually helps or we can help you figure out better control or-”.

“Mom stop”.

“-didn’t you just say not to ignore things?!”.

“This is different!”.

“How Danny?!? From what I read you have issues with controlling it and it’s dangerous! That makes it even worse to ignore than me and your father not knowing what to do with everything! Maybe you need to talk about it! I don’t know, you won’t tell me! What if you hurt someone or yourself! I know I’m being pushy but come on Danny!”.

And then she feels like she’s said something she shouldn’t have again, and his eyes flash green again. Him growling and baring his teeth at her, “this power was literally used to kill people! You think I don’t know that it’s dangerous! I-”, he cuts himself off, “oh fuck”, Danny puts a hand against the wall and his rings suddenly come out; face twisting up in discomfort.

And now Maddie’s panicking a little bit. Does talking about it active this power? Or is she upsetting him so much that his more combat oriented half is forcing itself to the surface? Or does talking about this actively hurt him? Was it like with his Obsession and Core? Something his body was aggressively and instinctively secretive about? She really should have thought of that! What should she do?! She makes something of a decision when he slides down the wall and crouches on his ankles, one hand on the wall and the other over his mouth; fully in ghost form now while she moves over and down to him. Putting her hand on his shoulder, “Danny! Are you alright?!? I’m sorry”, swallowing, “is this something you can’t talk about? You should have started wi-”.

He interrupts her, gagging a little, “would you please”, gagging some more, “shut up. It’s not that-”; and he starts coughing violently into his hand. Eyes squeezing shut and tearing up, coughing and hacking more; it sounded like his lungs and throat were literally tearing themselves apart.

Meaning that now Maddie’s even more worried and panicked. She knows he has a high pain tolerance, for him to be showing signs of pain like this it can’t be good. She doesn’t even know what’s happening! Or why! She’d get him water if it didn’t look like he’d just cough it up! She hates that she feels like she caused this, even if she thinks he was saying she didn’t. She’s stuck here, with him shaking as tears streak down his cheeks, and all she can do is grip his shoulder in a way that she hopes is comforting or soothing or anything to help; the fact that she can tell he’s furrowing his brows in a way that screams he’s worried or concerned is deeply worrying. She gets why in a second though, as she sees what he’s hacking up. Flowers and flower petals? Why… wait. She’s seen these before.

Blood blossoms.

Jack… Jack’s family used to use them, back before ectoplasm was discovered and made useable for weapons. Flowers used to ward off, hurt, and… and destroy ghosts. Gasping, “Danny why are you-”, cutting herself off and jerking up, running off to get paper towels, anything to help get those things and anything they might secrete off of him; he staggers a bit and almost falls over from her suddenly moving away but she has to get them off of him. Figure out the why later, Maddie, help him now.

As soon as she gets back over she plucks every petal and flower she can see away from him and into an insulated jar, rubbing his jumpsuit off to deal with any oils or pollen or anything. Grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look at her, “open your mouth”, tone leaving no room for arguments. At least he does as asked, but she doesn’t like the way he’s still shaking and seems weak; eyes barely open and the whites of them are a little red. They should be tinting green from crying right? Not red? Not while he’s a ghost at least. Crap, has he been poisoned?! Wiping out his mouth quickly but thoroughly, “do you need pure clean ectoplasm? Have you been poisoned?”. That would help flush his systems out, logically.

Once he gets his mouth back he coughs a little more, nodding weakly, “that, that would help. I… think”, and coughs a little more. So she nods curtly at him and moves to go down to the lab, barely catching him muttering, “what the fuck body”.

He gladly drinks the vials of ectoplasm she brings back up for him, her getting him to lean against the wall. Her swallowing and eyeing him, he looks like he just suddenly lost thirty pounds! “Danny…”.

He huffs a little, leaning his head back against the wall, “just… just give me a, a sec”, and closes his eyes, breathing heavily. She nods and just sits there, waiting for him. Eventually he opens his eyes and eyes the jar with the petals in it, “blood blossoms. So, ugh, didn’t imagine that”.

She shakes her head, putting an arm around his shoulders and rubbing them, “no. You coughed up blood blossoms”. She’s not going to ask why he knows about the flowers. He could have read about them, Jack could have mentioned them, or he could have encountered them before. Squeezing his shoulder, “why?”.

“Because, my body’s an asshole, apparently. Ugh”; he winces in pain a little. She throws a small glare at him, which he huffs weakly at, “I’m, serious”.

Maddie frowns, he… didn’t sound like he was joking. “Why would a ghost, half ghost or not, cough up flowers that can destroy ghosts?”.

“Why blood blossoms?”, hacking a little and whipping a bit of ectoplasm off of his mouth, “I don’t know. Probably, too much stress”, rubbing his knuckles against his throat, “ow. But the… flower coughing, is a ghost thing”.

Maddie furrows her brows together, she’s never heard of or seen that before. Is it… a ghost illness perhaps? A stress reaction? “I’ve never heard of this before. Are you sick? If you are you should have told me”, she wants to scold him but doesn’t have the heart or the energy to do that right now.

Danny clears his throat a little and it sounds wet, did he actually tear up his throat? “Well, it’s not common. But yeah, I guess. It’s, ah, more like a chronic illness though”.

She eyes his throat and the way his cheeks and eyes still looked sunken, she can feel his ribs. “Do you want more vials?”.

“That’d be nice”.

So she moves her arm out from around his shoulders/neck and goes back down to the lab, deciding to just grab their entire current supply. Handing him a couple, putting the box of the rest on his left and sitting back down to his right; she’s not sure whether or not to be glad when he tilts to lean against her. She speaks up when he seems settled in and has drank a couple of the vials, “did you form with this? Or?”.

He eyes her, “you have a knack, for asking about things, I don’t want to talk about”, shaking his head, “this is, better though”, and swallows a little, “Hanahaki disease, meet the conditions and, you get it”.

Maddie frowns a bit, chronic implied nothing could be done about it. “It’s not because you’re in the living realm so much, is it? Or around humans too much?”.

Danny shakes his head, which she’s happy for, “ghosts get sick from that too, but not halfas. I’m good”, drinking another vial and sighing, he still looked like he was in pain. “This isn’t common, because ghosts usually act on their feelings and emotions, rather than ignore them”. Danny eyes her but she doesn’t say anything, just gives him an encouraging smile. He chuckles but winces from the action, “that was dumb of me, ow”, sighing and shaking his head, “basically, strong feelings of, um, love that isn’t, you know, reciprocated, causes it. Unrequited love. One-sided love. That”.

Maddie blinks, she had no idea he had strong feelings for someone! Especially strong enough to make him physically sick. Sure she’d learned that not only did ghosts have emotions and feelings, but that they tended to affect ghosts stronger than the living, but this seemed… a bit much. “That’s, a bit awful, Danny”.

“Tell me about it”.

“Can’t you just ask this person out? I know you can be a little off put-ish and you’re in a complicated situation, but…”. She can get why he might not want to date, from the secrets he’d be keeping to how dangerous his life can be. But if his body is literally punishing him for not doing that, then he should.

Danny huffs, almost grumbling, “I’m pretty sure she’d, beat the shit out of me, if I did that. Especially right now”. Making her blink and give him a confused look. Danny stares at her before sighing, “we were literally just arguing about her, mom”; and coughs a bit.

Maddie blinks, eyes widening. The Red Huntress? That’s who he’s talking about? Danny was in love with her? No wonder he was so upset then! If he liked her enough that his body was basically attacking itself (with flowers for some reason) he would obviously be incredibly upset over possibly wrecking their friendship (that could maybe be more) or making her not trust him anymore. “You being upset makes a lot more sense then”.

He sighs, glaring up at the ceiling, “could we not? ‘Cause even if there wasn’t romantic feelings involved, I’d still be more upset about her finding out”.

Maddie sighing herself, “alright”. She still didn’t like that, and they’re definitely going to have to have a hopefully calm talk about that. “Talking about her triggered the… Hanaha?”.

“Hanahaki”.

She nods curtly, “triggered the Hanahaki fit, didn’t it?”. That would make sense, especially combined with stress, she really wished he’d mentioned that. “I wish you said something instead of just letting it happen”.

Danny grumbling, “I wasn’t really thinking about it until I felt the itch it causes, mom”, sighing and rolling his shoulders a little, “but yeah, her finding out, the not great reaction she had, arguing with you about her and her reaction, all the stress that was putting on my body, and then you went and brought up my wail-”.

“Which clearly stresses you out to talk about and upsets you”, she eyes him, “I still want to know about it. Maybe not now though”. Which Danny grumbles, “I’d rather never”, at. Making her glare at him, “we’ll talk about it”.

Danny huffs, “well let’s just leave it at that it violently reminds me of an alternate future where I saw her die, alright. Super not good when I’m already upset about her”.

Maddie pales a bit, okay that makes sense… she’s a bit afraid of the implications there, especially since he said the power has been used to kill earlier and the comments in that notebook -that’s now just laying on the ground- about how easily it could kill. She won’t ask though, definitely not right now. Figures she would pick the worst possible time to ask him. Hopefully the power isn’t unique to him, if it was… she’s not sure what to think. Wincing a little before nodding, “okay. I’m sorry about the whole argument, especially since it lead to this or made this happen sooner”.

Danny shrugs, because of course he just shrugs off her doing him harm. “It’s not like you knew, but yeah, same. Yelling at you was kind of shitty, even if you thought it was a good thing”.

Maddie nods, patting him on the head a bit and giving his cheek a peck; which he cringes over. “I still think it was good, me and your father have been tiptoeing around things to much”.

“No shit”.

“Language, mister”, Maddie sighs, “is it usually blood blossoms? Because that could seriously hurt you and you looked concerned, like it maybe wasn’t normal”.

Danny shakes his head immediately, which she’s thankful for. “No, it’s usually poppies, marigolds, alstroemerias, pentas, roses, or dahlias; it’s always red flowers though, just my luck that Blood Blossoms are red. Normally amaranthus’s are the ones that suck, since they’re all long and stringy”, and chuckles a bit hollowly.

Maddie gags at that a little, “that must taste awful”.

Danny shrugs, “yeah, and sometimes I breath out pollen, which ain’t great”. Picking up the box next to him and handing them over, “I think I’m good now. Don’t want to drain your stock dry”.

“I wouldn’t care if you did”.

Danny actually smiles at that, “eh, whatever”; and she smiles back. But then he frowns a little, “and before you ask, the flowers grow in my lungs, and stressors make it go faster”, rolling his eyes, “normally it just grows in the chest space, but lucky me I have lungs”.

She grimaces but takes the box, pushing herself up, putting the box under one arm, and holding the other hand down to Danny. He eyes it a bit before grabbing her hand and letting her hoist him up. “You make sure you get some rest, okay?”, smiling a little, “and I’m sure everything will work out with Red, in more ways than one”, and winks at him.

Danny scowls dramatically, “ew, mom. For the love of everything don’t tell dad, I don’t think I can handle the embarrassment”.

She puts a hand on her hip, he should know better than that. “If you think for a moment I’m not telling him”, shaking her head, “but I’ll make sure to be very clear that if you tell him to cut it out he has to”, frowning, “the last thing me or him would want is either of us causing one of these fits”.

Danny sighs and sags a little, “fine, I’ll take what I can get”, rubbing his neck, “and I know it probably will. I mean, I literally knocked her out in the void of space before and she forgave me almost immediately”, shrugging, “not going to stop me from worrying and freaking out though”.

Maddie nods firmly, Red could hold a grudge but she did seem like a good person; she’d forgive him lying about himself especially since she’s hunted him. And thinking about her… Maddie could see why he’d like her. Headstrong, tough, ghost hunter, was good with weapons and could build them. It made sense. “I can tell, Danny”, smirking a little, “she’s a good fit for you though, can beat some sense into you. A rose-coloured romance”, and she laughs at him when he groans before heading up to his room, probably to rest.

She definitely felt… better about him, like she just got a lot closer to him. They all definitely still had a long ways to go, especially if there was possibly going to be romance in the future; she’s just going to have to hope to get the full story on this wail of his someday though.

End.

Prompts: Maddie crosses a line whilst asking about Danny’s ghostly wail. and Maddie finds damning evidence in Danny's room. and Valerie finds out Danny's secret and Being Phantom makes the fits easier and faster, so when Danny feels the beginnings of an itch in the back of his throat, he quickly goes ghost. When the coughing starts, though, his lungs burn like they never have before, each hacking cough tearing his throat to shreds and each wheezing breath costing so, so much. Once it stops feeling like an Alien is trying to claw its way out of his chest does he carefully look past the tears in his eyes to see what he coughed up: blood blossom petals. (Hanahaki AU! Romantic or platonic works!) and We have a lot of identity reveal fics- how about a post reveal one? What are the consequences (positive or negative or quirky) of danny revealing his identity (accidentally or not) to either his parents, Valerie, or anyone of your choice and Maddie struggles to come to terms with Danny being Phantom.

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currentfandomkick · 1 year ago

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Danny knew, knew he was fucked.

He knows most people from Amity do badly outside of it since the GIW. He knew his powers were a lot like a magical girl’s, only without the pretty weapons and dress, and more sci-fi.

It used to make him happy.

He knew since he was seven he emitted ectoplasm—something his parents checked over regularly. Nothing dangerous—just him more prone to out bursts and poor impulse control.

Jazz pointed to childhood trauma, and a host of other developmental factors, possible disabilities and disorders from physical to emotional to psychological.

Danny figured he was lucky to survive the accident and get his powers under control. That leaving Amity didn’t make him sick. And that despite possibly possessing his own corpse, he was somehow growing so he must be doing something right.

Jazz commented on a DNA analysis done on their parents and them.

Danny wasn’t the only one with an active meta gene, his dad is right there, but he did get a very different version of it. Mom said it was her fault for forgetting her hazmat suit so often in the first trimester.

Either way, finding out his ‘ectoplasm is not dangerous to me’ gene was also keeping him alive and not a corpse sucked.

He got attention on the GIW. They captured and torturing his classmates. He made sure Ellie was in another country and safesafesafe from it all.

Then he got hit with the collar and it wasnt his powers missing—his core was silent. His core that kept him alive—worked in tandem with his brain and heart to maintain basic body functions.

He knew shit hit the fan.

He tried to explain—fuck, it was in his medical files and his parents files on his ‘unique interactions with ectoplasm’ but the only thing the jackoffs in charge saw was ‘meta gene active’ to slap a collar on him like he was less than Cujo, just some disobedient dog incapable of obeying and needing ‘correction’ the “hard way”.

He almost wished the portal was still open.

Almost.

Some new billionaire fruitloop got custody of him—yelling that Vlad made him a parent and killed his babies did wonders on stopping Dan Part Two.

He knows he’s dying. Again.

He half wonders how the liminals of Amity will handle things now.

He doesnt have much ability to ‘think’ since the collar was put on.

Apparently Bruce isn’t allowed to touch it.

He’d had it on for maybe a week when his legs stopped working right. His body stopped putting out proper heat and was constantly bordering hyperthermia.

His mortal doctor didn’t look at the files from his parents—or maybe they couldn’t find them?

Everything was fuzzy and hazy and Not There.

Then a poor liminal came in and he had to get them out. Had to

His core screamed to save them from this.

He couldn’t get out of bed. The liminal ran over to him.

“Hey, easy ki—”

“R, run. Before they get you,” Danny managed to slur out.

“Dead not safe here. Run.”

His core was shaking.

He knew he’d be dead-dead a lot sooner.

(Can he even have a ghost again? Or was that just the meta gene?)

“Collar kills. Run.”

The liminal was shaking, confused and angry.

“Save yourself. Run.”

It was getting dark again.

—

Jason knew two things when he got into the manor—something was there that shouldn’t be, and there was a dying foster kid.

Meta.

The wring feeling was urgent, and the kid was having a seizure. His eyes were glowing green. The Pitts got the kid.

He tried to help. “Hey, hey ki—”

“R, run. ‘Fore they g’t ‘ou.”

The kid had to be delirious, right? Right?? Why wasn’t he in a frenzy.

“D’d nah s’fe ‘ere. R’n.”

How did the kid know. That gut feeling got a lot deeper and may as well have been a chasm swallowing him whole.

Why was the kid telling him to—

The kid’s spasms slowed.

Alfred and Lesley skittered in.

“What happened?”

“Kid shorted when I—”

“Colla’ kills. Run.” The kid rasped.

The room froze as the kid’s heart rate dropped.

“S’vve y’rself. R’nnn.”

Jason didn’t think. He did.

He scrambled to get that stupid collar off. Kid should get some dignity in death.

Alfred and Lesley were talking, he knew everyone else somehow was in the room, there was yelling but the kid was more important.

The dying kid shouldn’t be chained up like a rabid dog.

Fuck what the stupid foster system said. They threw him to Ma Gunn the first time. They threw Dick into every juvenile detention facility and he knew they knew shitall about keeping kids actually safe.

Everyone stilled when the threw that stupid collar somewhere.

The kid wasn’t breathing.

Jason began chest compressions. Someone was managing the bag part—he didn’t care to look.

Something was buzzing in the kids chest.

That gut feeling told him to push harder.

He did.

Everyone was shouting but the kid made a sound.

Everything lit up.

Kid was platinum blond, tanner and his clothes changed.

He flung himself forward, into fetal position. Grabbing at the back of his neck.

The kid was mumbling, his words staticky.

“Have to save them.” The kid kept repeating. “Stop GIW save Amity. Save Fright. Keep safe. Ellie in danger. Guard daughter. My corechild. Mine. Not Vlad’s.”

Jason put a hand near the kid slowly.

“Kid?”

He stopped moving, head swiveling to his.

Glowing green eyes.

“Must Protect. Keep haunt safe. Fright in danger. Amity in danger. Ellie in danger. Must make safe safesafesafe.”

Jason nodded, pretending he knew what any of that meant. (He knew the kid’s life was blown up to run away. Knew the kid’s everyone was in danger. Knew the kid wasn’t just meta. Undead meta. LiKemE.)

“Breathe.”

“Don’t need. Save fright. Protect. Run—collar bad. Collar Ends.”

Jason swallowed hard. “Bad collar is off. Human?”

“Half,” the kid answered, eyeing the room. “Human huuuurt. Bodyyy nooo gooood. Fix. Fix fix fix but need. Need fright. Human words hAAArD.”

Jason looked at the others. The kid being mixed species explained a Lot. And may have a split personality…. Shit.

“Other half?”

“Ectooo-entitititity,” the kid answered, almost glitching.

“The collar made your human side sick,” Jason probed, eyeing the kid carefully.

He was floating off the bed, mostly in fetal position.

“No. Human side always sick-k-k. I fix. Died much. Human hurts, i fix. Couldn’t fix,” the kid pointed to the discarded collar. “Killllling link. Link keep human partssss ssssafe. Human restststssss.”

Jason’s stomach dropped. Kid died. A lot. The kid’s metagene kept it from sticking.

The gene that stupid collar was blocking.

And his family almost killed the poor kid by keeping it on.

“Must goooo. Daughter unsafe. I fix.”

Jason froze. Kid is definitely still in high school. And no way he’s more than a sophomore.

“Can you bring her here? Leslie can check her human side,” Jason placated.

The kid paused. “No take.”

“No take, she’s still yours,” Jason agreed, ignoring the rest of his family plotting behind him. “If you want, the two of you can stay with me. The Alley’s Gotham’s Projects though, okay?”

“No collar,” the kid demanded.

“No collar.”

“Protect baby. Destroy GIW. Save fright.”

“Kid, no issues with that in my end. Okay?”

“Yes. Baby needs me. Return with my corechild.”

Jason watched the kid fade from view.

“Jason,” Lesley approached.

“What were you two discussing?”

The chasm was back.

Oh. Only he could understand the kid.

Dp x Dc fic idea that wouldn't let me sleep:

"No, you don't understand! I need my powers. I'll die without them!" Danny pleaded with the officer in front of him.

"Sure, kid, and I need a burger. You'll be just fine without your flight or superstrength or whatever. Look, I see kids like you all the time nowadays. You think just because you have a few powers, you can become some kind of hero. You run away from home, cause trouble in the name of 'justice' or whatever. Then reality hits. You start stealing. What's a few stolen bucks or candy bars in the name of the greater good, right? It's a downward spiral from there. Seems you were pretty far down the spiral. Beating up government agents? Kid, there is no way in hell I'm letting you out of here without the meta power suppressant collar. You're lucky Mr. Wayne was so generous and decided to foster you until we find your parents. I would've sent your troublesome ass back to juvie."

I was thinking this was a bad timeline where the Fenton parents died and Danny ran away. The power suppressing collar does work on him somehow, and cuts him off from his ghost half, which stops the ectoplasm that was keeping him alive since the accident.

I pictured Bruce as the foster parent that decided to help the troubled teen, but it could be anyone. Imagine if Lex Luthor decided he wanted to "help" (read: manipulate the young meta into doing his bidding) Danny instead. Extra angst.

#dp fans like angst right?#munch on this angst #dcxdp #writing prompts #danny phantom #jason todd #liminal jason #runaway danny #long post #enjoy the lore drops

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 years ago

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FRIENDS?

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader summary: Xavier doesn't like seeing you around other people. warnings: swearing, mention of alcohol and drugs. jealous Xavier, mention of sex. Xavier being a bit possessive. characters are 18.

note: don't forget to request anything that you would like to see. I made a post on who I take requests for

"what the hell is wrong with you?!" you shouted at Xavier

"nothing, what's your problem?" Xavier said aggressively

"leave, get out of my room. I don't want you here!" you demanded, pointing to the entrance of your room

"I'm not leaving" he shook his head, taking a slow step closer to you

"Xavier, get the hell out my room right now" you yelled at him, taking a step back.

"fine, but don't come crawling back to me when they leave you!" he screamed in your face

"oh trust me, I won't" you laughed sarcastically.

Xavier walked away from you, out the door where you slammed it in his face. you leaned against the door and bit your tongue, trying your hardest not the let the tears fall from your eyes, but they did. and they wouldn't stop.

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that was a month ago. and since then, you haven't talked to Xavier at all, you had lost your closest friend of years to something he was jealous about.

"hey, darling" said an annoying voice, you turned to the blonde boy

"I've already told you not to call me that, we're not dating, we're not together and we never will be, what we did was a one time thing and I was partially drunk. so please. whatever your name is, leave. me. alone" you rolled your eyes at him.

he had been following you around like a lost puppy for the past two weeks because you slept with him at a party and you had gotten sick of it, but up until now, you could just bare it.

the boy gulped before leaving your table

"don't you think you should take a break from sleeping around with guys?" your friend, Danny suggested

"It's not like I do it on purpose, its the alcohol and drugs that does it" you shrugged.

lately you've been experimenting with those type of things at parties. you don't mean to but it's like a routine. you go to the party, you see Xavier staring at you, you take a dink or a smoke and end up all over a guy.

you wouldn't say it's to make Xavier jealous, but you do it because of him.

but again, you don't mean to, you just help yourself.

XAVIER'S POV

something about seeing her with all these guys just pisses me off. she knows what she's doing, and she knows I don't like it.

I even said it to her.

she started ditching me for her new 'friends' and sleeping around having sex with almost any guy she crossed paths with.

I told myself I was looking out for her. but I know it's more than that.

it's been a month since she threw me out, meaning she has a whole month to cool off. so when I saw her walking the corridors to the poe statue alone. I took my chance.

I followed her and snapped twice. down the stairs quietly I noticed her talking to a guy

"yesterday was fun, so. did you want to go out again. maybe tomorrow?" the guy said. standing a little too close for my liking

"I'd like that" she giggled softly. my stomach flipped, and not in the good way, my hands formed into finsts as I watched the scene unfold. he tucked a stray hair behind her ear and smiled at her.

she looked at him like he was the only guy in the world.

"well I'll see you then" he said

"I can't wait"

I quickly hid when I saw him coming up the stairs to leave. i held a breath as he walked past. I didn't want to hurt him.

but I did

"she's mine" I growled as I stared down at his unconscious body laying on the concrete floor.

I go back to the secret library and see her standing there, back turned to me. she looked like she was doing something, but I couldn't see.

I get to the bottom of the stairs with my hands in the pockets of my pants. I walk up behind her without her knowing and grabbed the notebook floating in the air.

the pen that was writing on it dropped and she turned to me out of shock

"give it back" she demanded. she looked cute

"come and get it" I smirked hiding it behind my back so she can't access it.

"give it back to me please" she sighed

"tell me what you you were doing with that other guy" I said

"what?" her eyebrows were lifted, acting oblivious

"you know I don't have patience. what where you doing?" I stated

"none of your business" she had her arms crossed against her chest, she look annoyed, but she made it look so cute

"are you wasted?" I asked

"no! why do even you care anyway? it's not your problem" she rolled her eyes

"you know your friends have been here too long" I took a step forward

"oh my god I can't believe you right now, I am aloud to have friends, I don't know why we're having this conversation again" she groaned

"no no, you can't blame this on me anymore. at first I did too, but over the past month I've realised this is on you, that you were too busy lying and sleeping around with guys to even hang out with me" i dropped the book and took a step closer to her

"I don't need to explain myself to you- why does it matter anyway, it's not like we were together!" you yelled at him

"well what the hell were we?! you can't seriously tell me that we were just friends, cause you and I both know we were more than that!" I took another step forward, making her back up slowly

"you're being ridiculous!"

"oh I'm being ridiculous because I'm fucking protecting you?!" I screamed

"Protecting me from what? my friends? they're better friends than you will ever be" she growled

"trust me they are not your friends, and that guy you were talking to is seeing three other girls" I paused, licking my lips frustratedly "but yeah, if they're better friends go on then, leave again" I laughed

"fuck you!" she yelled

"please do" I smirked

"my friends are great" she defended

I took a look around the room, pretending to look for her 'friends'

"and where are these great friends of yours right now, hm?" I huffed in amusement

"I-"

"-I can tell you where they are" I smiled "they're out in town, probably in the cafe, drinking coffee while talking shit about you"

"you are such a fucking dick" she ran her hands on her face

"I'm a dick for stating the truth? ok sure" I shrugged

"why are you even here?" she threw her hands in the air and back down to her sides

"because I'm fucking sick of seeing you with other people!" I screamed, backing her up into a bookshelf

"so you're jealous? we're not even friends anymore, you don't have the right to be mad at me for it"

"I'm aloud to be mad, I've been watching the girl I love ditch me for idiots for the past two months!" I yelled

"oh so now you love me, great" she said sarcastically

"I've always loved you, you fucking idiot, you're just to blind to even notice!" I ran a hand through my hair.

you went to say something but he cut you off

"don't you dare try to tell me you don't feel the same, cause we both know that we had something. you just threw it away to sleep with people"

"I was drunk and high, I didn't know what I was doing" you said quietly

"that hasn't stopped you from doing it again" Xavier growled

"I- I'm sorry" you whispered

"no you're not" he shook his head in disappointment, looking down at his feet, he didn't want to look at you.

"the only reason I did it was to get over you!" you yelled

"what the hell do you mean?" xavier questioned

"don't act like you haven't slept with other people. I only slept with them because you did it with Bianca!" she choked out

"what the hell are you talking about?"

"don't act fucking clueless! I know you slept with her, there's no point in denying it" you sighed, moving past him and walking away

"I never slept with Bianca" he denied

"bullshit" you cursed, not turning back

"don't fucking walk away from me, turn around" he said, trailing after you, stopping at the stairs where you were walking up

you stopped but you didn't turn around

"she told me" you smiled sadly, turning around for him to see your eyes become watery

"I can promise you that I didn't, you are the only girl I've had my eyes on in years" he gripped onto the railing of the staircase while looking up at you

you walked down the stairs and stopped in front of him

"I promise" he muttered to you, looking down at you lovingly

you gripped onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him down your level, placing a desperate kiss on his lips.

he situated his hands on your hips and moved closer to you, rubbing your hips against his own.

"so you love me?" you said amused

"don't act like you don't love me back" he shook his head, chuckling

"we're just friends" you teased, trying to hide a smile

"friends? yeah, I'll show you friends" he smirked, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his torso and kissing you.

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i swear this took way longer than it should've.

this is loosely based of friends by Chase Atlantic

#xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe #wednesday 2022 #wednesday series #netflix wednesday #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #imagines #angst #jealousy #friends #chase atlantic

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metize · 2 years ago

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His Obsession (Danny Johnson - The Ghost Face- x AFAB!Reader) (NSFW

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Mildly Dubious Consent, You know how Danny is, Boot Worship, AFAB reader, Reader is a survivor, Degradation, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Dom/sub, Physical Abuse

Summary:

“My last trial was against Ghost Face”

“Oh, that guys sucks.” You groaned, “The worst part is the whole photography thing… It’s so… unnerving.” You couldn’t help but say your piece when they mentioned the killer. He had to be one of your least favorites to face. The way you had to always look behind you, the feeling of being watched, it was creepy.

“Photography thing?” Jake tilted his head “Like, when the picture he takes for his mori?”

“Uh… yeah but also every other time he’s taking pictures of you, when you’re screaming on the hook, when you’re crawling on the floor, you know? Those pictures?” You were a bit confused, your attempt to relate to them going over their heads.

“I don’t remember him doing that…” Dwight looked over at Nea who nodded.

“What do you mean? He’s always taking pictures of me, isn’t that something he does to everyone?”

Reader attracted the wrong kind of attention.

You were all sitting around the campfire as another group of four people returned from their trial, their faces were tired and you offered them a sympathetic smile.

“How did it go?” Jake asked Nea as she sat down, she shook her head and sighed.

“All sacrificed, bastard took us all to the basement…” she answered with annoyance in her voice.

“Who was it?” Ace chimed in.

“Ghost Face.”

“Photography thing?” Jake tilted his head “Like, when the picture he takes for his mori?”

“I don’t remember him doing that…” Dwight looked over at Nea who nodded.

“What do you mean? He’s always taking pictures of me, isn’t that something he does to everyone?” You ask nervously.

“Wait, wait, explain, he just takes pics of you all the time?” Nea smirked in amusement “That’s kind of hilarious, maybe you’re his muse.”

The others laughed along and so did you, you playfully push Nea and shook your head.

You and the other survivors keep talking and trying to ease the post-trial depression, you were smiling along with them but you couldn’t help but start zoning out thinking about the revelation that you were the only one facing Ghost Face’s camera all throughout the trials. He would hook you and quickly snap a picture, never shutting up about how pretty you looked bleeding out for him.

It was disgusting of course, but you didn’t take it personally because you assumed this creepy attitude extended itself to all survivors. The realization that it wasn’t the case sent shivers down your spine and a strange heat to your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered. You felt disgusted at yourself for feeling this way and immediately repressed the thought immediately. You were definitely not looking forward to your next trial with the masked man.

Alas, the Entity had a sick sense of humor. In your very next trial you were face to face with Ghost Face, not only that but you were the last one alive. You were running as fast as you could, he chased you down with his knife and you knew you were done for, you were never the best at evading killers in a chase. You vaulted over a window only to feel the blade of his knife slashing your back, you felt it again, the hit sending you straight to the ground.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love seeing you like this?” he said, wiping his bloodied knife on his sleeve before reaching for his camera. “On the ground writhing in pain completely at my mercy… let’s turn you over, show your pretty face to the camera, hm?”

He kicked your side and you whimpered as you rolled over with your back to the floor looking up at the man towering above you. “Beautiful… that’s it…” he breathed before pressing his leather combat boots on your chest, the pressure didn’t hurt but felt extremely humiliating. Worse yet, it was kind of hot. You looked away from him in shame, making him tut you in disappointment. He pushed his boot on your neck forcing your chin upwards and your gaze towards the camera again. “If you try to look away again I’ll gorge out your eyeballs, kitten”

“Just… kill me already, what are you doing?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Ah, you wound me, can’t I just enjoy our time together while it lasts?” His boot pressed harder against your chest now hurting you for real. “I just can’t get enough of you, you look so cute when you’re scared.”

“Oh I wound you? That’s rich.” You scoffed and that earned you a chuckle from him. He then crouched down and reached for your neck, just holding it as he straddled your body.

“You do and you should be more appreciative if you ask me,” his grip tightened, the rough fabric of his gloves bruising your skin as he did so, before letting go entirely. You gasped for air as he let go, coughing trying to catch your breath. “God… I just love watching you squirm,” he let his hands wander to your chest groping you through your clothes. You gasped feeling his touch reaching under your blouse.

“W-wait what are you doing?” You asked before moaning as he pinched your nipples.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he laughed at your reaction and reached for his knife and cut the fabric, annoyed at the barrier keeping him from you. “Aren’t you done pretending you don’t feel this?” he traced your skin lightly with the knife admiring the newly exposed area “This connection, this bond we share… don't you feel it?"

"You're insane…" you shook your head still trembling, he chuckled.

"Ah… you just need a bit convincing, I'm sure" he stabbed the ground right next to your face, making you shudder "because I feel it, baby. When I get to a trial and see your pretty ass crouching over a generator it makes me so happy. Hell, I even began visiting your little campsite just to watch you, you're driving me crazy…"

"W-wait, wait! Stop it!" You try to push him away again, but it was no use, he wouldn't budge. The struggle was annoying him so he grabbed your wrists and pushing them to the ground pinning you arms above your head.

"Look at you, you're trying so hard" his condescending tone pissed you off, you tried to kick him but you couldn’t angle yourself properly to manage a good hit. "Listen here." His other hand grabbed your throat, his tone was now dark. "I'm getting a little tired of your disobedience, kitten." He raised his hand before striking your face. The shock and the pain made you stop, feeling your whole body freeze. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to suck on the gloved digit. "I know you're enjoying this, you know you're enjoying this. So stop. Making. A scene."

You looked away, you repeated to yourself that he was wrong, you weren’t enjoying this. But you were. A dark side of your mind reveled in the pain, in the humiliation, in the disparity of praise and punishment. The daze of having to confront these shameful feelings left you vulnerable for the man to stop restraining you, instead pulling down your pants. He touched you over your panties, you couldn't help but moan at his ministrations.

“I knew you’d give in, knew I could make you my slut.” He laughed at your predicament “Look at how wet you are for me, kitten.” He punctuated his phrase by moving your underwear to the side and plunging two fingers inside, you gasped at the intrusion “See how easily that went in?” His face was right next to yours, the words made you blush and hide your face.

He was loving your reactions, but he was impatient. He had waited for this, he’d been planning this so carefully, he came over pictures of your bloody exhausted body more time than he could count. He stripped you naked, exposing you completely to him before he pulled out his cock from his pants.

You felt the head press against your soaked entrance, you shivered in anticipation and couldn’t help but give him a pleading look. He filled you with a single thrust, his hand immediately moving to your neck, the stretch hurt, you hadn’t had anything going in there ever since you entered the fog. You screamed and he chuckled when you grasped his shroud for support as he started thrusting inside you.

“You’re mine, slut, your body belongs to me, your cunt belongs to me, you belong to me.” He growled, his movements were harsh and violent. He was possessive and at that moment you couldn’t help but believe his words.

His hand travelled down your body grabbing your breasts before pulling your legs over his shoulders. The new angle made you moan, as the pain started giving place to pleasure, you couldn’t keep your voice down, with pleased Danny immensely. “That’s right… Fucking scream for me.”

He grabbed your waist pulling your body to meet his thrusts, his cock now reaching your sweet spot and your clit begged for attention, the bundle of nerves getting teased every time your hips met. You were desperate, it had been too long, you shook your head in shame and disbelief. You couldn’t believe you’d let a killer fuck you, much less make you come. Ghost Face noticed it immediately.

“Take my mask off, slut, I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum.” Your eyes widened, you weren’t expecting him to actually allow you to see his face. He grunted as he picked up the pace “Do it, whore.”

You eagerly reached for the white mask pushing it upwards letting it rest on top of his hood. His face, you were looking at his face. The intimacy of the gesture left you speechless but more importantly, he was hot. His hair was short and messy, his eyes were sunken and his stare was manic. He looked like a mess, a fucking psycho, because that’s what he was. You hated yourself even more for finding him attractive, his lips curved into a pedantic smirk. His movements got frenetic and his hand reached to brush you clit, making you scream and beg him.

“Please, please, please…” You pleaded, the pleasure coursing through your veins felt like lava. Your pussy ached for release. “Please l-let me cum…”

“Shit… you’re already begging, I didn’t have to say a thing” He chuckled, the clear sound of his voice now unrestricted by the mask sent shivers down your spine “Do it, I want you to know who owns you, who’s making you feel this good, cum for me, slut.”

“Ah! Yes…!” A loud moan escaped your lips, the fluttering spikes of pleasure finally culminating into a bursting orgasm, your hands clutched into fists, the man’s clothes still in your grasp, as you tried to ground yourself. Danny didn’t stop thrusting, the sight of you cumming under him made him swear and bite his lip.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot… My perfect little toy” He thrusted a few more times into your limp exhausted body before pulling out entirely. The action made you gasp and Ghost Face held your jaw open before getting his camera again. “Stay still… I want to remember this” He fucked his gloved fist, smearing your wetness to the fabric, he jerked himself to completion right on your face, his cum staining your face and your mouth managing to catch some droplets. His groans were accompanied with a chuckle satisfied of his work.

The camera flash blinded you for a second, as he photographed your deplorable state. That’s how he liked you best.

#slashers #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight #reader x slasher #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #ghost face x reader #ghostface x reader #the ghost face x reader #reader x ghost face #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight ghostface

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unnerving-presence · 3 years ago

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Psssssst, can we have frank , Herman , Michael , and maybe Danny with a female survivor they have sex with as a one night stand thing - they both agreed on it - while she’s the last survivor / outside of the trial your choice and they develop this massive crush on her after ?

i can do that for you!

i literally didn’t see franks name until i posted this so please forgive me for not doing him 😶

suggestive themes below ^^

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Herman Carter:

Herman developing any type of crush is very uncommon. He would always tell himself that he was way too busy to be attracted to anybody or form any type of relationship. Why was he all of a sudden attracted to you? You were just like any other survivor he had ‘met’. Surely you were some type of witch of you had managed to make him have something as childish as a crush.

Surprisingly enough, you came to him when a trial wasn’t even in play, which made him question why you asked him of all people. Herman hasn’t had the chance to relieve some stress in a while, and you did look very stunning in that outfit, so he agreed. What he didn’t agree on were these sudden feelings of love towards you >:( how rude of you to invade his mind like that.

Herman doesn’t really try getting rid of the feelings, but rather comes to accept them. He’s just attracted to you and that’s the way things are in his mind. Herman will definitely invite you into his institute if you happen to stop by again. You seem so kind and caring unlike his sadistic and brutal nature. It almost makes him want to break you, to make you submit and to know that there is no escape from his loving grasp. However that little part of his brain that is all over the place about this crush convinces him otherwise. How lucky you are that you have unlocked nice Herman.

Herman tries not to be too immature about these new feelings. He’s always been focused on his work and new experiments so he’s never really had to time to really be interested in anybody. He genuinely wants you to like him, and he wants to know more about you. And he definitely wants to fuck you again but he won’t tell you that while he’s trying to get you to trust him. What can he say? The moment you both had sex was when the horny in him awakened.

Herman won’t let these feelings get in the way of him killing you in trials. He will do so and he will enjoy it. He’ll keep you alive longer than the others, driving you insane the longer you stay in the trial with him. You’ll eventually learn to understand that it is because he loves seeing you in pain, and his sick mind wants to watch as you suffer. Don’t get me wrong, he likes you and everything, but he isn’t going to be sparing you, and he wants you to know that.

Michael Myers:

Never in his 21 years of living has he ever been so attracted to anybody like you. He doesn’t really like the feeling either. Why does he feel such a need to protect you from everybody else? Why does he feel so angry at the thought of anybody but him being near you? These emotions are ones Michael has never had much experience with and he is very confused on why he feels so attracted to you.

You had been the last survivor in the trial. You couldn’t survive another hook even if you tried, and The Shape was quick to spot you and make his way towards you. You didn’t have many options left, and you didn’t have much strength left in you to run. Luckily for you, Michael stops right in front of you, probably feeding on your fear, making sure you know that there’s no escape for you. What surprised Michael next was when you offered him sex in return for the hatch. And what surprised you was that he actually agreed, not knowing just what he would get himself into.

Unfortunately for this mans lack of knowledge for simple feelings such as love, he had become obsessed with you after. Not in the sense that he wants nothing but to end your life time and time again, but he wants to mark you as his and make sure you know that you belong to him. He absolutely hates these feelings that he’s having, and he hates you for it too. How dare you make him fall in love. He’ll make you pay, and these emotions better be gone with this silly little obsession.

Michael’s tiny ass brain cant seem to comprehend the fact that no matter how much he kills you, no matter how badly he mutilates your body, he only becomes more obsessed, more in love. He sometimes gets distracted at the sight of you while stalking the other survivors at the campfire. You just look so adorable. Like a little bunny that doesn’t know about the big bad wolf hiding in the bushes, waiting for the right time to strike. He’s stuck between wanting to kill you and simply wanting to admire you.

Was it because he had sex with you that he’s feeling like this? I mean, he did leave that trial feeling better than he was before, you did make him feel pretty good. Or was it just because he’s possessive? Probably, but Michael doesn’t know that. He just knows that he’s obsessed with you and there’s nothing he or you can do about it now.

Danny Johnson:

My boy knows what he’s getting into. He’s been in situations like this before when he was a teenager so it’s nothing new for him. However he didn’t expect to actually be attracted to you for more than a week, however long that is in The Entity’s realm. It’s just a new thing for him to actually like someone for more than their body, and that’s surprising for him considering that he doesn’t even know you that well.

He actually came to you first. He had thought you were pretty hot and honestly he just wanted a good fuck. He figured you weren’t going to just agree to have sex with a killer without some sort of trade, so he offered you a guaranteed escape the next trial you had with him. You had some pretty bad trials before so you agreed, much to his surprise. He didn’t really think you would even with his offer but he wasn’t complaining when you said yes.

Does not like admitting that he’s really into you now, not that he ever will. Danny will probably try to distance himself like Evan. He doesn’t really like relationships nor does he want to get into one. He tells himself that and then wonders why he wants to be by your side making you laugh. Why does he want to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world? What the hell is wrong with him?? Are you okay in the head Danny? Are you sick?He thinks he’s sick.

He’ll keep his end of the deal and let you live the next time he sees you in a trial. He probably wont even touch you if he feels like that’s too much for these wildly confusing feelings. Why is he acting so childish? He should be trying to talk to you as much as possible! He should be getting closer to you! He’ll get over this little freak out when the trial is over and feels confident enough in talking to you.

Danny betrays the part of his mind that tells him getting into a relationship isn’t worth it and tries to anyways. Flirty Danny? Get ready to blush like never before. Come on over to Danny’s realm! You’ll have a great time there with your favorite killer! Yeah this man is full on in love and nothing is stopping him from trying to make you his.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #michael myers x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader

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letssimptogether · 3 years ago

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✨Slashers React To: Their S/O Betraying Them✨

saw this as an ask, and thought maybe i’ll make a slashers react series👀 lmk if you guys would be interested💕 for this i’m gonna do big boy Myers! i was gonna do Danny and Jason, but somethings come up and i only have the time for one-i’m not the best at writing angst, especially since these are quick, but i hope you all enjoy!💕

Michael Myers

Your day starts as normal, you wake up to Michael’s protective arm around your waist.

On some mornings, just like this one, you’re lying in bed wondering to yourself what makes all this stress worth it? Did Michael really feel the same towards you?

While it’s no news Michael often shows little to no emotion towards you, something about this morning seems off.

You have a pit in your stomach.

You had also noted that your cousin, the one you had gotten into an argument with a few days ago, still hadn’t responded to your texts or calls.

Your mind is racing, and the overthinking starts, deepening the pit, almost making you feel sick. Michael wouldn’t, would he?

Before pressing your worries to Michael, you figured you’d carry on your morning, slowly dragging your feet out of bed and towards your bathroom.

It’s not like you don’t trust him, but you know how possessive he can be.

You put the toothpaste down, and you noticed the spot had a small, red stain.

No, no, no, no. It can’t be it.

You try to calm your nerves, figuring you’ll watch the news and hear about who the poor person was-surely it’s pure coincidence.

After telling yourself that, you hurriedly finished brushing your teeth, and sprinted down the stairs, not concerned with the shower you had planned.

When you reach the living room, Michael’s nowhere to be seen, but you’re on a mission, you need to find out who the person is.

You flopped on the couch and turned the TV on, and by lucky chance, the channel you flipped to was just about to cover the story.

As the reporter shuffled herself in her seat, a picture of your cousin appeared on the screen;

“(Y/C/N) (L/N), age 26, was found dead in their apartment a few days ago…”

Your jaw dropped as you looked at the screen, you couldn’t believe what the screen was showing, nor were you processing what the reporter was saying.

Michael.

Michael did this.

Slowly, you got up from your spot on the couch, and you shakily walked around the house, making sure you were completely alone.

You thought to yourself, the feeling this morning, the pit in your stomach. You considered just running, trying to get rid of him, but for you to do that, you knew there was only one thing left to do.

You had to turn him in.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Needless to say, when the police showed up at the house, Michael felt pissed, but most of all, he felt hurt.

None of the cops sent to the house made it out alive that night, and you knew exactly where he was heading; you know you’re not safe.

While if it were anyone else, Michael would kill them, this sparked more of a yandere side to him; he will make you obey him, and he will make you too afraid to even consider that idea ever again.

#slashers x reader #dbd x reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers angst #x gn reader

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 4 years ago

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hello !! i'm not sure if you're taking asks right now, but if so, could you recommend some fics where derek/peter is protective and/or possessive of stiles? thanks!

I sure do!

Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose

(1/1 I 3,601 I General I Sterek)

Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He's at college to get his degree. If he's crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?

Acquiring Big Brothers and Boyfriends by iCheat

(1/? I 4,512 I Not Rated I Steter)

Only Stiles could adopt a WW2 veteran as his big brother. That would be fine on its own but between that, the werewolf climbing through his window, the ritual deaths and the Alpha pack there's a lot going on. Well, at least SHIELDs not involved. Yet.

Your Bruises Drive Me Insane by 100percentfluffster

(2/2 I 10,118 I Not Rated I Steter)

They always seemed to forget that Stiles was human. In some manners at least. Scott and Derek always went on about how he was too fragile to be helpful. That he was a liability and the weak link of the Pack, but that awareness of his fragility seemed to always disappear when it came to their own aggression.

A story of how Peter notices the way the Pack treats Stiles and does everything he can to step between Stiles and further harm.

(baby) maybe that matters more by lavenderlotion

(4/10 I 16,610 I Mature I Steter)

“Well, well, well,” drawls a familiar voice that Stiles hadn’t even considered he might ever hear again. “The token pack human, left all alone?”

Two Men and a Tree by CarryOnMySwanSong

(24/? I 55,634 I Explicit I Steter)

A catastrophic event leaves Stiles mobility impaired, both physically and magically. After a falling out with Derek and the rest of the wolves in Beacon Hills and Peter Saving Stiles from himself, Stiles and Peter take a road trip. They do not intend to come back. Instead, they build a Pack in Montana. They are gone for ten long years before Derek calls Peter, begging for his help. After they save the day, Peter and Stiles live out their days, changing the entire paranormal world for the better.

Baseball Bats and Sour Wolves by Erin1324

(55/? I 68,429 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is cursed with some sort of spell, and for some reason only responds to Stiles as a result. He tries to attack everyone else, even his Alpha, he's also acting super overprotective of Stiles, hardly letting anyone get close to him.

Deep Green by aurevell

(14/14 I 93,992 I Teen I Steter)

Stiles steps out of his dream between one heartbeat and the next, finding himself alone in a dark wood. The sickly light of the moon, nearly full beyond the branches, spills onto the leaf-strewn ground. It illuminates splatters of mud on his pale ankles.

It’s the fourth time this month. “Fuck me,” he grumbles, and calls Lydia.

Stiles and Lydia are lots of things: lifelong latchkey kids, aspiring Ivy Leaguers, the terrors of Beacon Hills High, and inseparable best friends. But between Stiles’s sleepwalking and the voices in Lydia’s head, their grip on reality feels tenuous at best.

Enter Peter Hale, a charming (probable) serial killer who offers the answers they need—and the chance to be something more than what they are.

Can't rely on me by Littleredridinghunter

(12/12 I 116,206 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Gerard beats Stiles up, but it's a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

Desolate by Vague_Shadows

(27/27 I 130,463 I Sterek)

Derek stops short the moment his eyes fall on the huddled mass in the corner. The beta lying crumpled there is trying desperately to make himself seem as small as possible and cover his most vulnerable areas. It takes Derek almost a full minute to realize who it is and another to realize that he’s wearing tattered, blood-stained remains of the clothes he disappeared in over four months ago. The acrid stench clinging to him tells such a vivid story of the atrocities he must have endured while he’s been missing that Derek thinks he might be sick.

“Stiles?” he asks in disbelief.

Settle Down by wearing_tearing, whatthehale

(19/19 I 153,181 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(25/25 I 434,622 I Explicit I Sterek)

“I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

#teen wolf #sterek #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #derek hale #injured!stiles #hurt/comfort #anon

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lexosaurus · 3 years ago

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Going Angst Week 2021: Family/Friends

Read: [1: Birth] [2: Instinct]

Continuation of the No One Knows AU plotline.

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Everything had changed since the accident. The biological differences were obvious. He glowed, his hair inverted, his eyes turned green, he had ectoplasm running through his veins, he was cold, he didn’t need to breathe as much in human form—the list went on.

But the psychological ones were easily more terrifying.

And nothing scared him more than the way his friends and family were treating him as of late.

He knew that deep down he would never be able to match the way he acted when he was fully human. But that didn’t mean that his heart didn’t skip a beat every time someone shot him a worried glance, every time someone asked if he was alright, every time he caught himself doing something wrong.

He wasn’t human anymore. He wasn’t even sure what he was now, and Vlad seemed to have too much fun emotionally torturing him to give him a straight answer.

“You up for a movie tonight?” Tucker asked, leaning across Danny’s desk.

“Hell yeah,” Sam said. “My house?”

“Oh, you know me too well. What do you think, dude?”

Danny realized that both teens were looking to him for an answer.

He wanted to stay home. Hanging out with either of them meant there was a chance they would see him slip up, and he couldn’t have that.

“Sure.” He hoped his voice didn’t sound too pained.

“Perfect!” Tucker clasped a hand down on his shoulder.

Danny tried not to duck away.

“So we’ll go to Sam’s after dinner. I can bring snacks. Anything you want in particular?”

The thought of eating anything was nauseating. “No. I’m fine.”

“Alright, I’ll just bring the usual then.”

But Danny should have known that something was up. After all, it had been a while since they’d done a movie night. And lately, Sam and Tucker had been acting...oddly.

Well, that was nothing new. Danny thought that as time went on, they’d forgive him for being a bit jumpier than usual and everything would go back to normal.

Except, of course, it didn’t.

The past few weeks had been especially hard. It seemed like they constantly had something to say, but never did. The worried glances had only increased, and the silent conversations seemed to only grow.

Danny had been trying his best to act normal, act human, but it seemed like the more he tried, the worse they’d get.

So of course, in between the first movie and second, the elephant in the room finally stomped all over Danny’s metaphorical floor.

“Hey, Danny.” Sam glanced over at Tucker. A moment passed between the two before Sam nodded and turned back to Danny. “We really need to talk to you.”

Dread pooled in his stomach. He knew exactly where this was going. “I can start the next movie if you want?”

“No, Danny. Listen, can you just sit down for a second?”

His ghostly instincts were begging him to run, but his human side forced him to sit down.

“Listen, we know that...well, Jazz told us about the lab accident.”

Danny could have sworn his heart stopped beating.

“She said it was pretty serious? And she was surprised that you hadn’t told us?” Sam fidgeted with her black rings. “We didn’t say anything to you because we wanted you to be the ones to confide in us.”

“That and we didn’t want you to get upset that we were talking to Jazz about you,” Tucker interjected.

“Right, and Jazz only told us because she was worried. And honestly? We’re really worried too.”

Any oxygen left in Danny’s body was sucked out of his throat like a vacuum.

They’d found out. They knew the truth, they knew he was a freak of nature half ghost and they were going to out him, they were going to tell his parents, they’d tell the school counselor, and Danny would have no one and he’d have to run away to become Vlad’s apprentice and he’d change, he’d be corrupted, he wouldn’t make it out alive.

“I’m just wondering why you didn’t say anything?” Sam asked, her violent eyes brimming with concern.

“I…” Danny’s mouth felt like it was lined with cotton. He tried to swallow, but it was like swallowing sand. “I didn’t want you to worry is all.”

“Yeah, and we get that,” Tucker said carefully. “But, I mean, we’re your best friends. And dude, you’ve been...well…”

At Tucker’s helpless glance, Sam took over. “You just have been acting really off lately.”

“Sorry.”

“No!” Sam nearly leapt out of her seat. “Danny, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I mean, hell, if I nearly died in a lab accident I’d be acting off too. It just, you know, it explains a lot. It must have been really terrifying.”

Danny didn’t trust himself to say anything.

How much of his personality had shifted because of Phantom, and how much had shifted because of the accident? Were his ghostly instincts really creeping up that much into his human form?

Would he ever be the same again?

Did they know?

“Is there anything you wanna talk about?”

“We’re all ears, dude.”

He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t say a word. Not without outing himself as Phantom, and that was bound to backfire on him in the worst way possible.

Oh god, he was acting too suspicious. He needed to save this.

“I’m good.”

There was a beat of silence.

Sam leaned forward. “Danny...I don’t mean to sound like Jazz, but bottling stuff up isn’t—”

“I’m fine!” Danny snapped. “I didn’t say anything and I’m sorry, but you know it’s not every day like you’re nearly electrocuted to death in your parents’ ghost portal.”

“Is that what happened?” Sam’s eyes grew wide. “Oh my god, Danny.”

“Holy shit,” Tucker agreed.

Danny threw his arms out. “Ta da! I survived, I’m fine. Nothing to talk about.”

“Danny, I—”

“No.” His tone was final. “Drop it, seriously.”

Another beat of silence passed, and then Sam finally sighed. “Fine, but I’m telling you as your friend that if you ever need anything, we’re here for you.”

He wished he could have trusted those words. But he knew they were nothing more than a farce.

It would have been cruel to hold onto false hope.

Still, he tried to smile. “Thanks.”

Even though he knew he hadn’t fooled anyone.

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Maddie’s POV

Maddie watched her son from across the kitchen table, just as she’d done every night for the past several weeks. Quietly, as inconspicuous as possible, always watching.

Ever since the lab accident, he’d been….different. Jack hadn’t noticed, but to Maddie the changes were far too obvious. The dropped spoons, the flash of green behind his eyes, his limbs losing visibility without him even noticing, their ecto-inventions that always seemed to go off around him.

One day, she even saw him walk through his bedroom door.

At first, she thought it was just a simple case of possession. But there were telltale signs of possession, one’s that Jack, for all his enthusiasm, always failed to take into account.

Sure, Danny’s eyes flashed green every so often, but most of the time they were blue. Human blue.

And then there was his personality. In cases of possession, the ghost would be completely controlling the body. But in Danny’s case, he was still very obviously Danny. Still the sweet boy she always knew him to be, but he was just...different. Jumpier. Scared.

Like he knew he was living a lie.

And then, just a few weeks after Danny’s run in with the portal, a new ghost appeared.

Of course, Maddie didn’t make the connection at first. The ghost was obviously new, and didn’t seem to have a grasp on its powers. Its fighting was laughable, its ectoblasts nearly always missed, and it seemed to constantly forget about its core powers.

Not to mention, its hair was white. Danny had black hair.

But then the ghost gave itself a name: Danny Phantom. And that was when Maddie decided to take a second look at it.

It was Danny’s height and build, its voice sounded similar to Danny’s, it seemed to know all of Danny’s classmates, it used a Fenton thermos, it wore a hazmat suit that looked eerily similar to the ones in their basement closet—not to mention that Danny’s hazmat suit had gone missing recently.

On its own, one small correlation didn’t mean anything. But when the little similarities kept piling up, then Maddie had to draw some sort of conclusion.

Just what was the conclusion though?

The Danny across the table had gone to school like any other human child, he’d eaten his meals like anyone else, he’d hung out with his human friends, he talked with his human family. On paper, he seemed normal.

Human.

But his grades were in a downwards spiral, Jazz had expressed concern about him and his friends, he’d been breaking curfew, and there were times when she’d peak into his room at night to find him gone.

He could have been just experiencing trauma from the accident. Maybe he was rebelling. There were so many explanations for his behavior that didn’t involve ghosts.

But then he’d do something ghostly or a weapon would beep around him or Phantom would fly nearby, and her red flags would be raised once again.

Maddie learned long ago to trust her red flags.

The Danny across the table took a bite of his salad, and his face immediately scrunched up.

Maddie felt sick.

He swallowed, and Maddie could see his eyes watering. “Is there something wrong with the lettuce, Mom?”

She feigned innocence. “Hmm?”

“I don’t know,” he prodded a carrot on his plate. “Something just seems off.”

“Tastes fine to me,” Maddie said. “I just bought this lettuce today. Jazz, is yours okay?”

“Yeah,” she said.

Maddie suppressed a grin. She could always count on her “facts and research only” daughter.

“It could be the dressing? I used a new brand tonight. It’s healthier than the other stuff.”

That, or it was the small amount of blood blossoms she’d blended into the vinaigrette.

“Maybe.”

But it couldn’t end here. She needed to know. She was a scientist, she had to see the experiment through.

“Eat the rest of your salad, honey. I’ll buy the other brand tomorrow, okay?”

Danny carefully put another forkful of salad into his mouth. He gave a small wince, but swallowed.

“Good boy,” she said. “I have fudge in the fridge for when you’re done.”

“Oh, fudge?” Jack exclaimed. He shoveled the rest of his salad into his mouth. With a mouth full of food, he said, “Thanks, Mads! You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome sweetie!”

Jazz made a face. “Gross, Dad.”

Jack laughed and bantered back at his daughter, but Maddie had already tuned out of the conversation. Her only focus was on Danny, whose face was now just too flushed to be healthy. Still, he forced himself to eat.

There was just no question. No doubt about it.

No matter how Maddie looked at it, this was proof enough.

Danny Fenton wasn’t human. The portal hadn’t nearly killed him, it probably did kill him. And now here he was, pretending to still be a part of the family while using Phantom to distract them from the fact that he was a ghost.

It was a truly elaborate ploy. And if Maddie was anyone else, his plans probably would have worked.

But she was Maddie Fenton. She had a PhD in ectobiology. She’d been researching ghosts for twenty years.

Dinner ended, and the children went upstairs to do homework. Although, if Maddie looked, she was sure Danny wouldn’t actually be in his room. And if she went outside, like she’d done in nights past, there was no doubt she’d see Phantom soaring through the skies.

But she knew. She knew. She knew.

She slipped a white business card out of her jacket pocket, grabbed her cell off the counter, went into her bedroom, and dialed the number.

It rang once, then twice, then stopped. A deep voice sounded from the other line. “Maddie Fenton? I figured I’d be hearing back from you. Have you made your decision?”

“Yes.” Her voice was mechanical, as if she’d only called about a malfunctioning weapon. “I have. I agree to the partnership.”

“Excellent. And the terms are to your liking?”

“Yes.”

“Understood. We’ll be in touch tomorrow to sign the official contract. Will your husband be involved in this, or are you working alone?”

Maddie closed her eyes. “The contract will be for my name only.”

“All right, then. We’ll talk tomorrow. You won’t regret this.”

“I know.”

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#danny phantom #the life cycle of a half ghost #going angst week 2021 #phicc #my writing

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