#tw ectoplasmic blood

[fuyuthefoxwriter]

Finally Danny and Wes had escaped the army of thralls sent after them by the ghost that captured them, Danny trying to block out Wes screams of how this is all his fault

“If it wasn’t for you phantom, I would never had been in this situation, but no you had to taunt the powerful war ghost” Wes rambled, causing Danny to whip around and growl

Danny threw his arms out, almost hitting one of the creepy bone pillars “I get it Wes, this is all my fault, but I think I made up for it by laying my life on the line to protect you.” He turned back around and started walking deeper into the castle “now lets just find our way out of here and we can do back to never talking”

Wes scoffed, but followed Danny deeper into the halls of the labyrinth of a palace, eventually they found a large door, presumably to the throne room

Danny nodded to Wes and pushed the door open with a loud creek of old wood, the throne room being illuminated by the flames of the figures crown as they sat atop their stone throne 

The bright flames blocked the figures face as they slowly approached carefully, clearing their throats

The figure raised their head with an amused grin “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged to my door” sitting on the imposing chair was none other than Jeff Jefferson, Danny and Wes’s least favorite person “well don’t be disrespectful to your majesty” his smile turned smug as he glared down on them “bow down…”

Both males collectively whispered under their breaths “Shit..”

This amazingly detailed and truly worthy of our lord and savior Jeff was made by the wonderful @ovytia-art

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

goodbye

masterlist

day 30: goodbye

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2024. Day Five

"Nails"

Ao3

Drabble.

Warning: Blood and ectoplasm.

- - -

Maddie had been washing her hands for a while now, but the blood and the ectoplasm wouldn’t wash off.

It had gotten under her nails, sticking to her skin, her flesh, and painting it green and red.

She had thought about just asking Danny to make her intangible so it would leave her body, but it would alert him that her fight with these ghosts had been less than smooth and easy and he would start worrying, such was her son.

So for now she just put on her gloves and pretended this had been easy, no need to worry.

[mossydoodles]

experimental catified dp piece!

[whatdaflippityfloppity]

Haha sum stuff

It had started out small, a slow drip of ectoplasm trickling out of Danny’s nose as they were working in the lab. Like the friend he was, Jimmy asked him if he was ok.

Danny just laughed stiffly and asked for a tissue.

So Jimmy did as he was asked.

He left the room to find some tissues.

And by the time he came back, he was greeted to the sight of Danny hunched over the table, trembling violently.

“Danny?” he asked.

Danny lurched forwards, knocking over his chair, and Jimmy rushed over to support him, noticing the distinct flecks of red among the garish green splatter on the laptop.

“I, I–” Danny’s reply was cut off as he retched, lurid lime spilling from his mouth and splattering onto the floor. The half-ghost blinked, leaning heavily on the desk with a dazed expression as he took in the viridescent stain smeared at his feet.

Then Jimmy was dragged down as Danny crumpled downwards.

“DANNY!” he shouted, holding him as he lay, twitching on the ground.

“Help-” Danny choked, one hand gripping Jimmy’s as if he were drowning and the other spasming in aborted motions. Ectoplasm leaked onto the floor, his eyes already vivid green.

“Just hold on Danny, we’ll get you help soon.”

Hey love your art quick question

How do you think the rest of the nicktoons will react to walking into one of Danny's episodes and his ghost half bleeds how do you think it would go down

This headcanon is really intriguing to me I love the idea 💡😍

thank you!! i actually have thought about this a lot and, well, knowing him he'd be too stubborn to admit that its a problem even though his condition is starting to worsen

sam, tucker and his family knew about it early on since he spends most of his time around them and it was bound to happen at least once when they're around but as for the nicktoons, he wouldve been able to avoid the subject for a while

at least until maybe one day, it'd catch him by surprise while he's helping out in jimmy's lab

[sleepy-grav3]

The Moon Child Part 2

Part 1

A/n: Wow. I posted the first part to this and you guys like- rushed to it like starving animals holy SHIT... Should I be scared???? anyway- here ya go

Summary: Danny meets the Aqua Family and gets the love he deserves, plus a little comfort.

Tw: hurt/comfort, bad parents, mentioned discrimination, angst, ghost animal cruelty, swears, objectification, fluff

I forgot to mention Danny goes by he/they pronouns, Atlanteans know a lot of animals, and gender is weird sometimes so they aren't assuming anything and that's fair since Danny could shapeshift if he wants

The Moon Child Part 2 - The Moon Loves the Sea

Warm. He felt warm while in his core. And he could feel the soft cushion he was placed on. He heard the stories that Aquaman Arthur would tell him about all of his adventures and the rambles about his family. He was even told the secret about his stepbrother, Orm, who's death was faked and now lived on land.

It was... nice. Safe. He hadn't felt so loved in a long time. Or, at least, he thinks he hasn't. He had lost track of time while in the labs. It was painful to think about. Visibly so. Apparently, when he drifted into those dreadful terrors, his core's soft light would flicker into a dimmer one which resonated with his sobs. Arthur or his wife, who would keep him beside them at all times, would pick him up each time and hold him close to their heart.

"It's alright" They would say. "You're safe now."

Their heartbeat would always calm him down. It pulsed out reassuring feelings with each beat of their hearts. It was soothing and he never felt so safe. Not even when he was alive. To think he needed to die to feel this way.

It took a while for the pain to finally go away, but he soon felt ready to come out of his core. He couldn't recuperate as much as he wanted to. Not to use his full abilities of his ghost powers. No, there wasn't a massive supply of ambient ectoplasm like in Amity. He learned that what he was absorbing the most was the magic, which acted as a saline solution to blood (which he was pretty sure his blood was fully ectoplasm now).

It was interesting how magic tied in with ectoplasm. He wondered if that's why summoning worked best for those in the realms for that reason. Maybe the specific rituals to summon them even tied closely with their ecto-signatures? It's an interesting thought really.

That isn't the point though. What is, is that he was healthy enough to come out of his core.

"Ok, Danny. Deep breath. Here we go-"

-

Arthur was doing his usual thing: struggling to wake up in the morning and only really doing it because he didn't want to worry the literal spirit of a god. And it's not even because they're a god, but because they're a child. Should he have kept them in the same room. He feels like that might've been a better choice than just leaving them in a room next to his.

Arthur shook his head, rubbing his eyes as he swung his legs over the edge only to jump at the cold feeling of the floor.

"All kinds of water magic and they still can't stop the floor from being cold."

He huffed, getting up and picking out some casual wear that didn't have a bunch of jewelry with protection runes. Some normal clothes to hang out with family.

Kaldur came back yesterday, so they're having breakfast together. He hoped that he'd believe the whole moon deity thing. Kaldur was pretty good and believing new things, but this was their main religion they're talking about. Religion is iffy, or at least it was for those on land. The ocean folk are... extremely loyal.

Should he worry about them trying to destroy the new moon...?

He shook his head. No, they probably couldn't get past the layers of the atmosphere. Hopefully.

He walked out of the door, now thinking about how sea creatures would even pull that off before knocking on the door of the room next to his.

"It is uh, me. Again." It never sounds less awkward. Maybe I should try adding the dramatics?

And with a twist and push, he opened the door only to freeze with widening eyes. The stone wasn't there.

"Oh my god- I lost-"

Only to hear a chirp. he flinched, attention darting over to the full body mirror on the other side of the door that pushed into the room. A door he was going to have fixed to avoid heart attacks like these.

He let out a huge sigh of relief, walking over and bending down with a crooked grin.

"Well, good morning. I didn't expect you to appear for a while. But hey! Perfect timing! Kaldur's going to be joining us during breakfast today, so we could introduce you guys! We could meet Orm soon too! I bet he'll be absolutely surprised!"

The child only looked at him with their big wide doe eyes. Hope sparked in them, but anxiety kept their body tense.

"You... You were serious about it? About me meeting your family?"

Arthur placed a hand on their shoulder, he could barely notice the cool temperature of their body before he saw them jump. He was going to pull away his hand, but then the child relaxed a bit more. It was as if they hadn't had affectionate physical contact in a long time.

"Have they ever been anything but a moon? Are all moons like this? What about other planets? Earth... we have so much pollution. If it were alive..., would it only just barely be clinging?"

"Yes, I was and still am. You're a part of it now for as long as we live. And even when we pass, you will continue to have a place in the ocean. You might not have realized this, but the ocean worships you like a god. In fact, I think I'm going to have to talk with the Justice League about offering an apology gift of some sort."

The child blinked, eyes wide and glistening as a layer of moisture sparkled more yet made the eye look foggy. Looking closer, Arthur could see how moonstones came to be when they cried. It would hurt if it was a literal stone the kid cried. Like- like kidney stones! He was thankful that it wasn't like that.

"You... You aren't scared of me being dangerous to them? You don't think I'm evil or non-sentient?"

Arthur blinked. What?

"No... Nobody- Why would anybody think that?"

The child pursed his lips into a thin line, averting his eyes. With each blink, a silvery white liquid would start to drip and condense to the moonstones he found.

"I... don't know how things work around here... But on land... I've... They don't respect the dead or those associated to the concept. I've tried to keep both sides from trying to destroy the other- but... but..."

Arthur took a breath, pulling the spirit into his arms into a tight embrace. They clung to their veil that was wrapped around their arms like a shawl.

It seems that he had some lore to read up upon and some things to investigate.

-

(This bit's about Danny's POV. It'll be continuing with his while he meets everyone)

Danny didn't know what to think when he looked at himself in the mirror earlier. He didn't have a shirt, but the scarf thing was comfy. He could make it into some kind of make-shift shirt if he wanted to too. His memory on how to do it was... foggy and fractured. Some parts of speech were muffled and what he saw from that time would blur or seemed made up.

He knew the person teaching him.

Why can't he remember them clearly? He could hear whispers of something in his head telling him who that was.

And when he pushed that thought aside, he'd look back at other memories and realize who that was.

Tucker. How could he ever forget about Tucker? Why was he forgetting him?

What made it worse was how much he had to stare at the damn mirror to get the knots right. His chest... it wasn't ever that clean. No Lichtenberg scars. No burns, no cuts, no incision scars. Nothing. It was clean of any of his failures. His struggles. His learning experiences.

And yet... he still imagined them being there. Each time his fingers would brush up against places where he knew scars should've been, a shot of pain would spike as if he'd been electrocuted.

It hurt.

He hated how he remembered.

He hated that he didn't.

He used to remember all of it. He did when he was sobbing for days on end.

Now, it was foggy. Now, it was hidden away. He couldn't reach it.

"Oh my god- I lost-"

He chirped in surprise, turning with widened eyes. Oh. It's just Arthur. I really need to get out of my head.

Arthur walked over, looking slightly drained, as if he was relieved of a sudden weight placed on his shoulders. And by the vibes, Danny's guess seemed right.

Relieved Happy Happy Excited Nervous Happy

He was always so cheery in the... well, what seemed to be the day. Sucks to be out now that he thought about it. It would be rude to just fall asleep at random now that they could physically see if he's awake or not.

Arthur greeted him warmly, cheerily saying how he didn't expect him to come out of his core as if the event was a surprise gift. That... was confusing to say the least. It's easier to have a pet rock than a guest. Now he has to feed him to be polite, or at least offer. He has the room covered since the beginning. It was a really big room. A waste for something someone like him.

He felt his body freeze and start muffling sounds when Arthur started mentioning Kaldur and Orm. His family. Close ones, from the stories he would tell.

M4Dd13 and J4Ck would never allow strangers near him, much less Jazz.

"You... You aren't scared of me being dangerous to them?" He couldn't stop the questions from slipping out even when his expression shifted. "You don't think I'm evil or non-sentient?"

He doesn't even know how he could even think of himself as otherwise. He could remember the custom-made, high voltage tasers that targets his ecto-signature itself until he acted how they expected him to. How they wanted him to.

His eyesight became extremely cloudy. It was similar to the green he'd see before he would start crying after he couldn't cry water anymore.

Ghosts... Ghosts cry ectoplasm. What... What was he crying? What is he now? He was- Why wasn't he gone? He was Ended, wasn't he? They got rid of his heart and crushed his core to determine the durability- there wasn't a way to come back from that.

So why was he alive?

Why can't he-

"-think that?"

Shit- he wasn't paying attention.

Danny couldn't bare to look at the man, guilt eating away at him.

"I... don't know how things work around here..."

He could barely register that it was his voice.

"But on land... I've..."

Why was he still touching his shoulder?

Why isn't he disgusted?

Why isn't he scared?

Why isn't he angry?

"They don't respect the dead or those associated to the concept. I've tried to keep both sides from trying to destroy the other- but... but..."

But they destroyed me instead.

It was all for nothing.

Why didn't he listen to the Ancients?

Why did he just kill people?

They already expected him to do so anyway.

So why didn't he?

He couldn't feel the hug he was pulled into until he stopped crying.

What was he even crying about?

-

Ok so- Maybe Danny should start scheduling his breakdowns. So far, he's had ones at random or ones that goes on for multiple days without any stopping. Or- if he did stop, he really doesn't remember them.

But this is getting embarrassing. He was lucky Kaldur came home late or else they might've either came late or completely missed the breakfast reunion.

Ugh- and don't get him started with anxiety.

His eyes must be puffy or something. Great first impression, Danny! All ya gotta do now is cry again in front of everyone to make it one of the worst introductions in life.

Well, it wasn't really a good start even without him. Arthur had just dropped him onto a very cushiony chair and exclaimed: "Thank the seas! I'm starving!" And just went to devour a whole plate before calming down a bit with Mera scolding him.

He was just awkwardly watching until a plate was placed in front of him. He slightly tensed, attention going from his plate to the hand pulling away from the plate now that it was down. That's when his eyes made contact with Kaldur's. He seemed a bit startled to, as he blinked owlishly before smiling politely.

"Hello, I'm Kaldur'Ahm. You may call me Kaldur."

"U-um.. I'm..." What should he be called now? Phantom didn't feel as right anymore. Ah, what the heck. It's not like they know little ol' Danny Fenton. "I'm Danny." For some reason, that name didn't feel too right either.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard that you've been in a stone, so I was surprised to see you carried in by fa- Arthur."

Curious Happy Happy Nervous

Danny relaxed a bit, turning to his plate once eye contact became too difficult. He picked at his food

"I didn't have much strength when I first formed. I wasn't meant to even have a body but I... didn't want to be discovered and have my core cut up and carved into for some jewelry or something, so I forced myself. you could say it's like... an energy conservation form."

Danny started to actually eat his food, though a bit quicker than he usually would. Stress eating, how lovely.

"Is it a lot of work to stay as you are now? You don't have to stay like this if you're too drained." Kaldur started to fret for him, looking for any sign of strain.

Danny, feeling the worry from him, smiled. It's been a while since someone was worried for him.

"I recovered enough energy that I have a bit extra. I can't do a lot of the things I could before, but I don't feel any pain anymore. So, I'll be fine."

Kaldur relaxed a bit, though still held a slight frown.

"Tell me if you ever feel anything. I'm more than able to hold onto your core and protect you."

Danny hummed, continuing to eat. That's about the time Kaldur remembered that it was breakfast time and started- no, continued to eat from his plate. He must've served himself when Arthur started to or even before that.

"Hey hey hey! Now that the kid's awake, why don't we take a family trip toooooooooo" He dragged out the word as Mera glared at him. "-my brother's grave! I bet he'd love to meet you! And on the way, we can go to the burger place and shop for some clothes, meet my dad-"

Danny looked over at Kaldur, who shook his head fondly at his obvious father-figure. Really, that slip up wasn't getting past him, no way, not possible.

"Don't mind him." Mera sighed. "He's an idiot."

"Hey!"

"Danny, you could always say no. We could go a different day." Kaldur mentioned.

"Danny?" Arthur questioned. Mera rolled her eyes.

"Pay attention, will you?"

"No, it's fine." Danny shook his head with a nervous smile. "I'd like to see him too."

"GREAT!" Arthur exclaimed, making Danny jump and Kaldur wince at the volume. "Hurry and finish your meals! I'll call over the pups!" and then he ran off.

"Pups?" Danny asked.

"Sharks." Mera clarified with a fond sigh. "Ever since he heard someone call them sea puppies, he's been calling them pups and puppies ever since."

"That's... really cute actually." Danny snickered.

"He sneaks away to play with them all the time." Kaldur groaned, remembering the number of meetings he had to take over for the man.

Danny reached over and patted Kaldur's forearm.

"You poor child."

"At least you understand."

-

Kaldur... well, Danny didn't really know how to put it. He was really nice and all, but he was a bit...

"These earrings would look great on you." Kaldur hummed as he held up dangling pearls to his ears.

Kaldur's already bought 3 bags of stuff for him in the last 20 minutes since coming to Reef Town (completely made-up place, just go with it). He even had to adjust his ghost clothes so he could wear the pants and shirt, and other stuff that were bought for him. He still kept the veil since it was really soft and soothed him when he rubbed it between his fingers.

"Ah, but this goes with your clothing... Perhaps we should order one to be made in Atlantis?" Kaldur trailed off, mumbling about different shops and what materials they had along with design names Danny had no clue about. He was almost sure that some of those words were made-up with how they sounded.

"Oookaaayyy- how about we think this over later?" Arthur insisted, a hand on Kaldur's shoulder and the other taking away the earrings in his hands. "We have someone to meet in... about 5 minutes."

"Right, sorry! I got distracted-"

"You're fine, you little urchin." Arthur chuckled, pushing Kaldur towards the door. "Now let's go meet Orm!"

Danny felt a hand on his head. It was a gentle, motherly touch. It nearly made his core let out a purr. Only Jazz could do that with touch alone. Though he nearly started to do the same when they'd mark where they'd cut next. They didn't do that as often with how much they liked to see his organs and bones regenerate.

"Tell Kaldur if it's too much. He's just really excited to have you around and is used to having to give something to keep sea creature friends around."

Ah, he knew that voice.

"Ex..cited? Why?" Danny looked up at Mera, leaning into her touch.

Mera smiled down sweetly at him; her eyes were filled with love that would be pointed to her own child.

She didn't have that drunken lust M4Dd13 had in her eyes each time she came back.

It made his core flutter.

"He sees you as a younger sibling. He's wanted one for a little while now. I... I can't get myself to try again, so he didn't expect to have a sibling. He was really excited to meet you after he heard that you agreed to stay with Arthur. You didn't reject my touch either. I hope it was fine that I held your... core, was it?"

Danny felt her finger card through his hair. He melted at the soothing touch.

"Yeah. It's... it's everything to a ghost. Heart and soul. And... I heard about you from Arthur while I was in my core. And you were the reason Arthur knew to comfort me. So, I knew I could trust you."

Mera smiled a bit more brightly and knelt down, hands holding his face with all the love in the world before she placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I'm glad. Now, let's go catch up with the boys. I'm sure Kaldur and Arthur must be panicking."

Danny could barely follow after her, having to make himself float as she grabbed his hand to lead him outside. Everything was too fuzzy and happy; it was hard to focus.

-

"Did you kidnap a child spirit?!"

That was the first thing Orm said when he saw Danny, immediately looking at Arthur incredulously as he slammed the table with his hands.

He immediately walked over and knelt down in front of Danny.

"I am so sorry about him-"

"Hey! I didn't-"

"-he's an idiot and really doesn't know any better."

"I didn't kidnap him!"

Orm arched a brow at his brother before looking over at Mera.

"No contracts were made."

Orm looked back at Danny.

"You went with him willingly?"

Danny snickered. "He looked like an idiot."

"You too?!"

"You really can't blame him." Kaldur agreed, smiling over at Danny.

Danny giggled and looked back at Orm.

"I'm Danny."

"Orm, that idiot's older brother. Stepbrother. Now, why did a saintly spirit decide to tag along with this family?"

Mera walked over, placing a hand on Danny's head again. He leaned into it, barely able to keep in a purr.

"You remember the incident with the moon?" Orm nodded. "Well, they're the spirit of the moon."

Orm's eyes widened, head snapping right back to Danny.

"You- you're-"

Danny blinked. He's a what? Wait, not the time to dissociate-

"Is... Is that bad?" Danny hesitantly asked.

"No! Not at all- I just- I've always believed in you, it's just that- Seeing an idol is a bit of an experience-"

"An idol?" Danny questioned, looking up at Orm. He was still kneeling, doesn't that hurt?

"Well, I've heard stories about how you'd battle against the sun gods and sent blessed rain to heal those under incurable plagues. That you split your own soul to assist physically on this world to help those that roamed on it! I've traveled to different places on the land just to see your descendants. And what beautiful white features they have. Did you know that humans call them albinos?"

"Really?"

"Yes! They deserve a better name that fits the position of blessed descendants! The fools!"

"I-it's fine, really! I'm glad they're doing ok and- and that my blessing still lives on."

Orm sighed and stood up.

"You're much too kind. Even after they replaced you, you don't hold it against anyone."

Oddly enough, he felt his chest tighten. It was as if...

"Someone has to do my job in controlling the currents, right?" Danny smiled sadly.

The others seemed to feel sympathy for the spirit, Kaldur going over and pulling him into a hug.

"It's alright. The ocean will stand by your side. Forever. They still worship you even now. So don't think you were only a tool, ok?"

Danny nodded. "Ok.."

He fought back against the tears.

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A/n: well, that was a bit longer than the last one. I was planning to write more for this chapter, but I'll just add it to the next one. Sorry if it seems a bit stiff, it'll be better eventually... hopefully.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

[phantomwithbreakfast]

༺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 ༻

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One-shot.

⟢ Danny Phantom Phan Fic • Genre: Angst / No Comfort / Horror • AU • TW: Strong Language — Emotional Distress — Dissociation — Identity Conflict — Self-destructive Tendencies? — Violence — Harassment? • T+ rate

Summary: Danny couldn’t take the burden anymore.

Post Scriptum: this is @ghostlyglimmer her Phantom design appearance. (I made some kind of fan art hehe)

♫ ▸ Fear, hear. Close, stars. Dream. Tell me what you want, I know the truth. Tryin’ my best to get approve. It hurts so bad, so why I still. You think I’m not right for you. — Akiaura, Olya Holiday

Danny could still feel it.

The icy, metallic bite of the scalpel, the sharp sting as it tore him open—body and soul—while he lay there, restrained, helpless, watching her face. That expression she had… it had been so calm—so determined, as though he wasn’t her son anymore.

Just another specimen, another project, another ghost to vivisect. Something that she thought was broken and needed to be fixed.

The memory had burned itself into Danny’s consciousness, a nightmare that replayed every time he closed his eyes, a memory refusing to fade.

Because you are broken. You always have been. She knew it. That’s why she cut so deep.

But the worst part wasn’t the memory of her hands or the instruments.

No, it was that feeling.

She didn’t just cut flesh. She took what was left of your whole being. You felt it, didn’t you? How empty you are now?

And the nightmares—God, those fxcking nightmares—they never stopped. They twisted and writhed in his sleep, warping the familiar into something monstrous. He would wake up gasping, his heart pounding in his chest, drenched in sweat. But lately, the nightmares weren’t just confined to the hours of darkness. They bled into his waking moments, seeping into reality like poison. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure if he was awake or still trapped in the dream—no, the nightmare where his mother’s hands cut him apart, piece by agonizing piece.

Because you’re not her son. You never were. You were always just… a thing, a specimen, a ghost to rip apart molecule by molecule, something to be dissected, to take out the part of your whole existence, something to be controlled.

Some part of him wished he hadn’t retained the memories. That they had been lost with the ectoplasm and blood that pooled beneath the table that day. It would’ve been easier that way.

Forgetting would mean freedom.

But no.

He remembered every god damn thing. Every fxcking second of pain, every scream that got stuck in his throat, every look of indifference on her face as she cut deeper and deeper and deeper… reaching for something inside him that she could or would never understand.

You’ll never be free. These memories are a part of you now, carved into you. You can’t escape what you’ve become.

He had tried to forget. Tried to drown out the voice that whispered relentlessly in the back of his mind, reminding him of that moment. But it clung to him like a shadow.

It was always there, always lurking.

It followed him in every quiet of every fxcking moment, in every breath he took.

You’re not her son anymore. She made sure of that, didn’t she?

The voice wasn’t wrong.

He wasn’t sure if he was even Danny anymore. That boy, the one who laughed with his friends, who dreamed of going to space, who loved his family—he had died on that table, didn’t he?

He had been replaced with something hollow, something that didn’t belong anywhere, not in this world or the next.

A ghost.

A freak.

Something no one will ever understand. They’ll never see you as anything else but the monster you are now.

Danny had felt it—his essence, his very being—pulled apart.

And for what? To save him?

No.

To rip him from himself. To tear Phantom from Danny.

She didn’t want her Danny back. She wanted the ghost that lives in you. The weapon. She wanted Phantom—ME. Not you. You’re nothing without my power, and you know it.

The boy she had wanted to save was gone.

And now, what was left?

A hollow shell. A creature caught between two worlds, not welcome in either. She’ll never love you again. No one ever will.

A monster. A freak. A ghost masquerading as a human being, torn between worlds, torn apart by the hands that were supposed to love him.

Nobody understands you—us. They never will. You’re not just Danny anymore. We are something else entirely.

“Shut up, shut up, SHUT UUUUPPPP!”

Danny’s voice cracked, trembling with desperation as he yanked at his pitch black hair. But the pain barely registered. His hands clutched his head, trying to suffocate the voice, trying to tear it out of his mind.

But it wouldn’t stop—it never fxcking stopped.

He had enough of it.

The whispering—the venomous, incessant voice crawling through his skull—it was driving him mad.

He wanted silence. No, he needed silence.

Danny clenched his fists, his nails stinging into the flesh of his palms as a raw scream tore through him. A flash of light enveloped his body, blinding and electric, as he transformed into his ghost form.

He phased through his bedroom floor, his movements frantic and unsteady, like a man running from his own shadow, heading for the basement lab. It loomed cold and dark, but his eyes zeroed in on the Ghost Catcher, sitting untouched like a forgotten object, coated with dust and neglect.

Danny grabbed it, his hands trembling.

He didn’t stop to think.

He couldn’t think.

Flying back into his room, his chest heaved with shallow, ragged breaths.

Without hesitation, he hurled himself through the glowing green wires of the device.

The pain hit like a lightning strike. Danny collapsed onto the wooden floor with a loud thud, face down, his limbs heavy as if weighted with lead. Every nerve in his body screamed as he rolled over, gasping for air, his vision swimming with dark spots.

And then… he saw it.

Illuminated in an unnatural white glow, was Phantom, floating above him.

But…

It was not the Phantom he knew, not… him.

This was pure. Unrestrained. Horrific.

Its glowing green eyes were sunken deep into hollow sockets, smoldering like toxic embers. Its snow-white hair hung loose, disheveled, and eerily bright. Its ashen, deathly skin stretched taut over black bones that jutted sharply beneath. A jagged, Y-shaped scar tore across its chest, oozing faint streaks of ectoplasm. Its left arm was marred with a lightning-bolt pattern that seemed alive, sparking faintly with energy. Shark-like teeth protruded from its grotesque grin, glistening with green slime that dripped to the floor in viscous splatters.

Danny’s heart pounded violently against his ribs, his breath came in shallow gasps as he scrambled backward on trembling arms, his back slamming into a corner of his room.

“What the fxck?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “What the fxck? What the fxck?”

“Don’t you worry, my human being,” Phantom drawled, its low voice a chilling echo, soft yet venomous, curling around the dim room like a noose. “I’m not going to kill you.”

It floated closer, its eerie glow casting fractured shadows over Danny’s trembling body.

A cruel smirk tugged at Phantom’s lips as it stared into Danny’s eyes.

“I am—you, after all. And… oh, well,” it leaned in, its voice dropping to a hushed, sinister whisper, “you are MINE.”

Danny shuddered, his knees drawn tight to his chest, his body trembling as Phantom’s icy presence seeped into the air.

There was no escape.

Nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide.

Danny sat motionless, paralyzed. His body trembled, his mind spiraling as the cold realization clawed its way through him.

“What… what the fxck have I done?” Danny croaked, barely audible, like a broken suffocating whisper.

Phantom chuckled, low and guttural, echoing through the quiet air.

In an instant, its cold, clawed hand shot forward, seizing Danny by his throat.

The icy grip tightened, cutting off his breath, crushing him beneath its suffocating strength.

Shadows crept in, stealing the edges of Danny’s light, until all blurred into a boundless black void.

There were no screams, no sounds anymore.

Only the silence Danny longed for.

⟢ Inspiration sources: S01 • EP06 — What You Want + S02 • EP08/09 — The Ultimate Enemy.

⟢ I can’t see my Phantom as some kind of monster—a creepy little fella. So instead, I drew someone else’s, which gave me an idea to write another one-shot. Which! Has nothing to do with the original backstory of this Phantom.

⟢ Eventually, while I was drawing this, I learned about the human skeleton, lol.

[sari-wn]

awwwwwwww

they are horror lesbians <3

[starry-bi-sky]

Becoming Phantom - Clone^2 (and by extension, clone danny)

I said I would make it, and so i did! Here's a little ficlet of how danny became Phantom - the human ghost-fighting vigilante in the clone^2 and clone Danny au. Since this does include themes of dissection/vivisection, i'll put in a minor trigger warning list down below.

TW: experimentation - implied torture and vivisection/dissection of ghosts TW: Non-graphic mentions of injuries and blood

TLDR: Danny's parents have been catching ghosts ever since the portal was opened after Danny's lab accident. Danny knows this because he can hear them screaming from the basement. After finally telling his friends about it, he resolves to free the ghosts - and he does. He ends up having a conversation with one of the ghosts, and comes to the decision that he will catch ghosts before his parents do to prevent this kind of harm from happening again.

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His parents caught another ghost.

Danny can tell because he can hear their screaming from the kitchen, even with the doors closed. It's horrific - the voice is doubled over itself like something out of one of Sam's demonic horror movies, and Danny's heart races like he's run a mile at the sound.

It warps and twists, and almost sounds like its saying 'please.'

He rubs his chest uncomfortably, and pushes his breakfast away from him. His appetite lost and his stomach churning with a deep sense of dread.

Across the table, Jazz notices, and her eyes narrow dangerously at his hand gripping his shirt - right over his heart. He just got out of the hospital last month, and he knows what she's thinking - they don't want to have to send him back.

"I'm fine." He blurts out immediately, dropping his hand. He's not fine, but it's because he feels ill as the lights above flicker and another terrified shriek echoes through the floorboards. He swallows, ill. "I- it's just-" his eyes flick to the door to the lab. "the lab."

Jazz's lips press into thin line, and she pushes her chair back and stands up. "I hate that they're doing this," she says, stomping towards the lab. "It's inhumane, Danny. They're people too, even if they don't look like us!"

Before the portal, Danny might've just shrugged his shoulders and not said anything. He never really cared about his parents' ghost hunting stuff, but figured that since they knew more about it, their rants about them being unfeeling were correct.

Now, though? When he's been woken up in the middle of the night by the house rattling and his ears ringing with the pained cries of one of the ghosts' in the basement? His heart beating so fast he thinks he's been transported back to the lab a month ago, lying on the floor after being electrocuted by the portal?

He's really not so sure anymore. And he thinks he's starting to agree with Jazz. This isn't right. He doesn't think so, at least.

An unsure 'hm' comes out of his throat, eyes tracking Jazz as she swings the heavy metal door open and breathes in deep. "HEY!" She yells, her voice miraculously sounding out over the ghost screaming. The screams stop. "MOM! DAD! CUT THAT OUT, YOU'RE SCARING DANNY!"

There's no sound, and Danny sighs a breath of relief. Not that it does much to slow his anxious heart, the shrieks are burned into his ears, and he's already thinking about leaving now rather than later. He can meet Tucker at his house.

His parents - his mom, actually - appears at the entrance to the lab, her hands drip bright, ectoplasm green, and there's splatters of it across the front of her suit and goggles like blood. Danny feels white in the face, and Jazz looks enraged.

Mom pulls off her goggles, frowning apologetically. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Your father and I just got carried away, we caught this one just this morning by the park." She says, as if that makes it any better. Danny's eyes are glued to the ectoplasm dripping onto the floor. "We'll wait until you get to school."

Danny wishes they wouldn't do this at all. But he just nods mutely, unable to make his lead-heavy tongue do anything. Jazz speaks for him, and whirls on mom like a tornado about to break loose. "At school? This shouldn't be happening at all - it's wrong, mom!"

Jazz has been the only one vocal about this whole thing ever since mom and dad came home with a ghost trapped in one of their nets - their thermos wasn't working - while Danny was on sick leave after he got out of the hospital. Danny still remembers the utter shock he was in after mom and dad came in dragging it behind them.

The ghost looked like a grown woman, but it - she - had the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen, and ice-like skin. She'd been thrashing in the net, saying something in a hissy, whispering language that made static build behind his eyes. It had surprised him that he could somewhat make out what she was saying.

It had been fascinating. Up until the screaming started.

He watches Mom make a face that looks like endeared annoyance, and she turns to Jazz with a light sigh. "You're a kind girl, Jazz, but ghosts aren't human, sweetheart. We've told you this." And they have, multiple times. It's become a reoccurring argument.

"Does it matter?!" Jazz exclaims, her cheeks turning an inflamed red with indignancy. She looks appalled. "They're still in pain! You're hurting them!"

Danny silently nods, but they don't see. Jazz is glaring at mom with the burning anger of the sun and Mom just looks exasperated. "Your father and I know this already, Jazmine." Mom says, her arms crossing across her chest.

Jazz's mouth drops open.

Danny's almost does the same. The bone-chilling blood rush leaves him shivering, and his vision spots out in black, fuzzy dots for a few seconds. Maybe, he thinks, it's his heart stopping again with the cold horror.

They know this?

They know this?

And they're still doing it?

He thought he knew his parents - now he's second-guessing himself.

Jazz is just as much at a loss for words as Danny is. And then her expression shutters closed with a fury-kind of icy. "Danny," she says, still staring down their mom. "Go get your stuff, I'm driving you to school."

Normally, he hates how.. parent-y Jazz gets. She acts like a second mom, and like a helicopter one to boot. It drives him nuts on the worst of days. Right now though, he's already rising to his feet before he's even opening his mouth.

"Okay." He croaks, and beelines it up the stairs for his backpack. He doesn't look at mom when he comes back down, he doesn't think he can. He can see her still-dripping hands in the corner of his eye though.

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"Man, you look like shit." Tucker says the moment Danny sits down in their homeroom class, he's frowning. Danny doesn't say anything to him, he just grunts and drops his head into his arms.

Sam, sitting behind Danny, leans across the aisle and smacks Tucker in the arm. He yelps in pain, and rubs the spot she hit with a glare. "He's right though," Sam says, leaning over his shoulder. "You looked like you were gonna yak over the front row when you walked in."

"It's good that you didn't," Tucker grumbles, "Dash would've killed you."

Danny, despite the shit morning, manages a smile and tilts his head so that his cheek is resting on his arm instead. "Mr. Lancer wouldn't've let him." Sam sniffs, and her fingers are in his hair already - it's been growing out for a while now. He meant to cut it but then the lab accident happened, and he was in the hospital, and then on sick leave, and -- long story short, he was growing it out.

Besides, Sam pulling it back for him was relaxing, and he feels the tension bleeding out of his shoulders already. His anxious heart slowing. "Yeah, he's been weirdly protective since the accident." He says. It was kinda nice, Dash was being forced to back off - finally, more than he was before.

"Probably because if you have a heart attack in class from Dash bullying you, he'll be liable." Tucker snorts, relaxing back into his chair. Up front, the three of them see Dash shoot them a glare from over his shoulder. He probably heard them -- and Tucker doesn't help by giving him an innocent, too-wide grin.

There's a tug, and Danny lifts his head slightly as Sam ties his hair back with whatever hairband she procured out of nowhere. And she says she's not a witch, honestly.

His smile falters, however, when Sam leans back around his shoulder with a frown still evident on her face. "Seriously though, what's up? You were really pale -- paler than normal, that is."

Danny doesn't really wanna tell them - he's kept the whole 'my parents are torturing ghosts' thing to himself ever since he first woke up to the house shaking. It wasn't any secret though that there were ghosts now actually 'infesting' Amity Park though, they'd been popping up ever since the portal turned on.

But Jazz says talking about things helps alleviate stress of what's burdening you, and Danny doesn't usually listen to her. She's his annoying older sister, of course he doesn't. But... this... wasn't really something he wanted to keep secret forever, either.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he averts his eyes. It's like tearing off a band-aid, Danny, he thinks, just... blurt it out. "My parents are torturing ghosts in the basement." He says, only to immediately wince as both Sam and Tucker drop their jaws.

"What!?" They both yell in unison, and Danny ducks his head down as everyone else sitting around them turn their heads.

"Not so loud!" He hisses, peeking through his arms and glaring at the both of them. They both grimace, embarrassment dusting red across Sam's face and Tucker's darkening slightly, and duck their heads down towards him.

"Sorry, what!?" Tucker whispers back at him, his face all scrunched up in disbelief. Sam's redness has faded into pale horror and -- and yeah, yeah, Danny gets it. He feels that way too.

"They keep catching the ghosts and dissecting them." He whispers, and god, he feels sick just saying it. Tucker's face falls slack, and he looks about as ill as Danny feels. "I don't- I don't know what to do about it, I keep waking up to them screaming, and Jazz keeps getting into fights about it with them."

"Oh my god." Sam mutters, her hands pressing together and covering her mouth. Danny nods mutely, chewing on his lip.

"They know its hurting them." He adds, and its still dizzyingly terrifying to think about. He thought he knew his parents. He thought he knew them. He guesses that saying of people being multi-faceted was true. "They don't care."

Sam and Tucker both look green. Or as close to green as they can get. "That's- that's inhumane." Sam breathes, and Danny huffs sardonically - funny, that's what Jazz said this morning. That's what she keeps saying. "And there's really nothing you can do?"

"Not unless I go into the lab myself and release them," he mutters, hiding half his face in his arms. "And I haven't been back in there since I got electrocuted." His parents wouldn't allow it, and it's not like he he was chomping at the bits to go back inside anyways.

...Hm.

"I'm sorry, Danny." Tucker says, his voice low and horrified, "that's- that's awful."

Yeah. He knows.

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This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea.

Where was Danny you ask? Sneaking down into the lab at sometime past midnight, long after his parents have gone to bed. It's been a week since he said, sarcastically, that the only thing he could do was release the ghosts in the lab, and it hasn't left his head.

Even though he was utterly terrified as he took slow, sneaky steps down the stairs. The thought had been keeping him up at night. He could do it. He could go down into the lab and let them go. He could do something.

It's not like his parents had put a lock on the door. He hadn't even thought about it - if he thought about it, he'd back out. So when he heard his parents go to sleep that night, he waited an hour before sneaking out.

Every sound felt so loud, and his heart had raced in his ears as he creaked open the door to the lab, and closed it behind him for good measure. And his hands were shaking as he reached the bottom of the steps and stepped into the lab for the first time in two months.

And good god, did he almost regret it. There were ghosts in cages of all kinds, and ectoplasm seeping down onto the floor of their cages. They were clutching their chests, of which bled sluggishly through stitched up y-scars. They were moaning, and crying, curled up in the back like frightened animals. And there was a metal table in the center of a room that was stained green, green, green.

"Oh my god." He breathes, horror driving itself up into his throat with the churning of his gut. That's another thing he almost regrets - if only because half a dozen ghosts all snap their heads towards him, and it becomes pandemonium in an instant.

Rattling, yelling, crying, they're all screaming at him. Either to tell him to go away, to give them mercy, or to spew threats at him. It's in that same, hissy language that he's heard before. Whispery, echoing, and overlapping like multiple languages being played backwards and forwards at the same time. It gives him an immediate headache as his mind tries to comprehend and translate it.

Go away. Don't hurt us. Go away. I'll tear you apart. Leave. Leave. LEAVE.

It's all so much. Danny wants to throw himself up the stairs and back up to his room in a prey-driven instinct to flee, flee, flee. He doesn't. He covers his ears and digs his nails into his hair.

He yells. "I'M NOT LEAVING. BE QUIET!" and somehow, it silences everyone in an instant. He looks up, and everyone is staring at him, their multi-colored eyes burning into him.

Tentatively, he lowers his hands, they're shaking. He's still so scared. But courage isn't a lack of fear, its doing something despite it. He blinks back the terrified sting in his eyes, and twiddles with his hands. "I'm- I'm not here to hurt you." He stammers, "I promise. I'm not my parents."

It's silent for a long moment, and then there's an animalistic-like hiss from his left. He turns his head, and there's a ghost of a man curled up in a cage, staring him down with a thunderous look on his face. "Liar." He hisses, his voice warping in that hissy language. There are goat-like horns protruding from his head, and his eyes are yellow and slitted. He's dripping ectoplasm from his chest.

Danny swallows the bile in his throat.

And frowns. "I'm not lying." He says, and the ghost doesn't get hostile, much to his surprise. But there's a ripple of murmurs that spreads through the room like a wave at a ballgame. The ghost that spoke stares at him, then squints.

"You understand us, child?"

And - okay, Danny doesn't like the 'child' comment. He's fourteen for goodness sake, and he bristles silently like it's an insult, but he's no there to argue, he's here to help. So he swallows his pride and starts to walk towards the closed portal.

His legs are shaking, he's afraid they're gonna give out beneath him. The portal scares him, more than it did when he first saw it. But maybe that's because when he first saw it, he hadn't almost died from it.

His heart is pounding in his ears. Is it going to give out again, will he have to go to the hospital again? Despite his insistence that he's fine, Danny's heart hasn't beat right ever since the accident. He's checked. He spent an hour every night with his fingers pressed against the pulse point at his throat, at his wrist, terrified of the slow-beating he could feel thrumming against the skin.

Hearts aren't supposed to beat that slow - that much he knows. He's afraid he's going to drop dead if it drops any lower.

"Of course I do." He swallows, glancing back at the ghost. Everyone's eyes are on him, they burn into him, curious, wary, afraid. He's in front of the portal, in front of the keypad to open it. Shit, did dad put in a password? "Am I- am I not supposed to?"

He pauses to look at the ghost, and the man has moved to stare at him from a new angle in his cage - god he's gonna need to find the key. Mom and dad probably have it in their desk, right?

The ghost is silent. "...No. You're not." He says, and his head tilts to the side as Danny mentally translates in his head. he looks at Danny like he's trying to inspect him, like he's trying to look into him like his parents have looked into the ghost. "What is your name, child?"

"I'm not a child." He bites out, and immediately winces. Shit- he just said not to antagonize them. But the ghost doesn't look offended. In fact, he just grins a sharp, toothy grin like a shark, and raspy giggles and titters echo through the room.

...That's... probably a good sign. "Um," he continues, and turns his back to the keypad. Dad's birthday? He punches into the keys. "I'm- uh, Danny. Danny Fentom- Fanton- Fenton. My parents are- uh, the ones who took you guys." The keypad buzzes and the bar spots red. Wrong password. Dammit.

"Phantom." The ghost says, and the name crawls like a spider across the walls, sneaking up his spine and ringing in the air like the leftover taste of rain and thunder. the rest of the ghosts whisper it amongst themselves.

Danny shivers, it feels like a weight in his chest. It's Fenton, he thinks, but doesn't correct. He doesn't want to push his luck with the being that could tear him apart. "Uh, sure."

He punches in mom's birthday. Wrong. He puts in Jazz's. Wrong. "How come we haven't seen you down here, Phantom?" The ghost asks, and Danny shrugs helplessly. "You are the Danny that the unknown girl yells about?"

He tries his own birthday. Wrong. Fuck. What's the password? The tremor in his limbs worsens with his anxiety, and he tries to keep his breathing steady. What if he can't get this open? What if he can't get them out? He nearly forgets to answer the ghost, and licks his dry lips. "Um- yeah, that's me. The Danny guy." He says, turning to the cages again. "And uh, I don't come down here because my parents don't allow it."

The ghost, uh, goat-man? Tilts his head, there are whispers throughout the room that pick up. And Danny feels like the kid late to an all school assembly and now has to walk past the whole school to find a seat.

Goat-man smiles again, or bares his teeth? "You are the reason why the human doctors haven't cut into us more than they already have." And- that's- that's good? He thinks?

"That's- good, right? You- you don't want to be cut open, so it's good that I, uh, indirectly stopped it a few times?"

A round of titters goes through the room again. The man's grin widens inhumanly so, and Danny's heart spikes with fear. "Yes, it's a good thing, Phantom child." He says, "Why is it that your parents do not let you come down here?"

Danny stares, and swallows again, dry. The back of his neck tingles, and he tastes electricity on his tongue. "I had an accident down here, um, nearly two months ago." His eyes flick to the cable cord where the portal was plugged in, and his heart flutters with the images of green that got burned behind his eyes. He looks away. "The portal, it, ah, electrocuted me. I was in the hospital because it nearly killed me."

"It did kill you." The ghost says immediately, and terror fills up in Danny like water flooding a room. What? What? What? He was alive. His heart was beating, he was alive. "But only for a moment. You've been touched by death, Phantom."

That was so fucking ominous. And terrifying. And terrifyingly ominous. And also really horrifying. Danny does a swift pirouette and turns back to the keypad. Time to figure out the passcode and not think about that, ever again, actually.

"Wow." He rasps, his mind numb as he punches in a random code of numbers and gets a red screen. "How reassuring. Tell death I want a refund." He gets laughter again, and his shoulders scrunch up to his ears.

"It is the reason you can understand us, then." The ghost says behind him. "We are not speaking your language child - rather, you are speaking ours."

Again. Fucking ominous. Danny furrows his brows and stares hard at the keypad - if he was dad, and he wanted to put a password lock on his lifetime achievement in something that was easy to remember and equally important, what would it be?

Oh. Right.

He bites back a groan - how obvious. Danny's an idiot. Or maybe just so scared witless that his brain isn't working right. "Fudge." He grumbles, and punches it into the keypad. It dings green.

Of - fucking - course. Danny rolls his eyes.

He hears a hiss, and Danny rapidly scuttles back as the massive blast doors twisted open like something out of a scifi movie - he'd be geeking out if he wasn't aware of his own rapid heartbeat. Like a gun charging up, an unearthly green glow appears at the back of the tunnel an d then rapidly moves towards him, growing larger and larger.

Danny flinches, half-convinced its going to hit him. He was going to be vaporized, and he brings up his arms to protect himself. But nothing happens, and he peeks open an eye that he closed when the ghost from before murmurs for him to open them.

The portal is - is, well. Indescribable. It fills the dark room with its glow, swirling like a those weird, shimmering liquid dyes put into martini glasses in those aesthetic gifs on the internet. And the light it casts on the walls shimmers and moves like the aurora borealis.

Danny is speechless. It's... oddly beautiful. And terrifying. There's a whole new world in that dimension - if he steps through he won't be on earth anymore.

And... his parents wanted to eradicate the people on the other side of it?

He whirls on foot, his back to the portal - a thing that fills him with dread. his shaking - its worse. Danny almost thinks his feet will give out. "Do - do any of you know where mom and dad keep the keys to the cages?" He asks, but he's already stalking towards the desk on the other side of the room.

The people in the cages grow restless, and they've been silent for the most part - but with the portal open, and him going to find the keys, they'd begun to grow talkative. They were moving more in the cages, talking to each other, excitement filling the air with so much hope Danny could feel it resonating between his ribs.

A new voice, quiet and feminine, speaks up on the opposite side of the goat-man's cage. She's closer to the desk, and she has also been cut open. There are black tears staining her face, and her shock white hair floats like she's underwater. Immediately, on instinct, Danny's head supplies him with a word.

Banshee.

"In the bottom drawer, Phantom." She whispers, her voice lilting and melodic. Her pitch black eyes follow him across the room. "I've seen them put it there after putting us back into our cages."

He nods mutely, and again feels horrified by their treatment from his parents. His pace quickens to the desk, and just as the banshee woman said, there are keys in the bottom drawer sitting on top of a bunch of research papers that have a suspicious green stain on them.

Danny ignores the stain and grabs the keys, holding them up as he closes the drawer. When he turns back to the cages, all eyes are on him. "Um," he rasps, "I found the key." Who do I free first?

His eyes land on the banshee woman first, she's the closest to the desk. And in an arc he follows the lineup to the other side side of the room. He moves to the banshee woman's cage first, and she perks up as he kneels down to the door.

"I'll- I'll go in a circle, first." He announces, fingers fumbling with the key as he inserts it into the hole. The banshee woman had her fingers - clawed and knife-like, capable of tearing out his throat in an instant - around the bars of her confinement. She was staring at him intently.

He hesitates, and looks up. Her eyes are pitch black, he noticed this before, but this close its like its threatening to suck him in and send him swirling through a blackhole. "If- if I free you," he stammers, licking his lips, "will you attack me?"

The banshee woman bares her razor teeth at him, and reaches through the bars to touch his face. It takes all Danny's restraint not to flinch as her nails drag down his cheek softly. "No," she says, "you're freeing us, Phantom. We will not attack you."

Danny.. will just have to take her word for it. He nods, and with a sharp twist of his wrist unlocks the cage with one hand, and flings open the door with the other. In an instant, the banshee dives forward -- Danny thinks she's lunging at him, and flinches violently.

She goes through him instead, leaving him with a bone-deep chill and a heartbeat in his ears. He turns, and sees her dive through the portal like a swimmer diving into a pool.

There is silence throughout the room. And then everyone else begins to clamor once again, just like when Danny first walked in. Danny hurries to hush them - he said he was going around the room! He'll free them, but be quiet, or you'll wake his parents!

He rushes for the next cage, and one by one opens each and every cage. There are cheers, and thank yous, and cries of gratitude. He has to help the weaker ghosts out of their cage and limp them towards the portal. His shirt and hands are stained green with their blood.

(When he goes back up to his room later, he throws it off and throws it away. He can't stand the sight of it, and he scrubs his hands until they're raw.)

It's a lot for Danny to not burst into tears, or to throw up. Until finally he reaches goat-man's cage, and releases him. He is one of the ghosts too weak to fly on their own, and so Danny lets him lean against him and helps him to the portal.

"Will you be okay?" He asks once they are at the threshold, the portal hums softly this close to it. Almost like its trying to beckon Danny inside, like a siren song. Danny ignores it. "Will everyone else?"

"We will heal, Phantom." Goatman says, holding a hand to his chest. He looks tired, this close, and Danny can feel him looking at him, even without any pupils to show it. "Once back inside the Infinite Realms our bodies will heal on its own."

Danny nods silently, and his frown begins to wobble. The stress he's been under is finally starting to take its toll, and he is emotionally exhausted. There is still a lingering taste of fear in the air that doesn't belong to him - but the ghosts that have left. "I'm sorry." He croaks, his voice cracking. "I didn't - I didn't think you guys were human. I'm sorry."

The ghost's expression softens, but he still looks stern. "We aren't human." he says, and Danny frowns, confused. The ghost continues, and reaches out a long finger to tap against Danny's chest, where his heart is. "But do not think for a moment that humanity can be measured by the sound of a heartbeat, child. We are just as humane as you living can be, and we are just as sentient and sapient as you. Do not forget that, and you will not become your parents."

There's nothing for Danny to say to that, except nod once again. His tongue is heavy in his mouth, made of lead. "This will happen again," he continues, and his eyes prick, "they're gonna keep catching ghosts and bringing them down here." And hurting them.

Goatman nods curtly, and raises an eyebrow at Danny. "What will you do to stop them, Phantom?" He asks, "You could keep releasing them after they have been already caught, but that will not stop the pain they face under the hands of your parents."

He's right. He's right. And if Danny keeps releasing them afterwards, his parents will grow suspicious. They'll start sticking around trying to catch whoever is freeing the ghosts. And Danny doesn't want to face what will happen if his parents realize that he's the one freeing ghosts.

His eyes flicker rapidly around the room, trying to think of a solution - what could he do? What can he do?

His eyes land on the thermos sitting on the table.

"I... I could catch ghosts?" He says, unsure, and looks back to the ghost. He nods, beckoning for Danny to continue. "I can catch them in the thermos before my parents do, and then release them back to the Zone."

"That will work." The ghost says, "The thermos doesn't hurt to be in, it's merely cramped. Will you follow through on this?"

"Yes."

The ghost smiles at him a third and final time, his teeth glinting in the green portal light. "Then good luck, Danny Phantom."

He lets go, and disappears into the portal.

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) Drowning in formaldehyde (Pt. 2)

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Tw: canon-typical violence (Batman), emetophobia at one point

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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Danny sat in the back of one of the transport trucks currently on the way to Arkham, his hands in his lap.

So far, everything was going to plan.

About a quarter of the team had gotten themselves admitted into Arkham in the days leading up to the raid, carefully sneaking in supplies and weapons for both themselves and the rogues they were going to free.

Half of the team was on trucks, ready to storm the building with their fancy new tech. A couple others were keeping an eye out for the Bats, and the last one was holed up in a recently condemned building, ecto-modified sniper rifle in hand, ready to fire.

Danny’s hands were cold.

He hadn’t always run cold, from what he remembered. Even after he died—hell, even after he started developing his ice powers—he had always been warm.

Now, though, his body was freezing.

Maybe it was because of the ecto siphoning he and Derringer had done the day before.

He couldn’t make the ecto guns work without fueling them, after all, and the only ectoplasm he had access to was the stuff inside his body. So, he had Derringer hook him up to a GiW machine and filter the ecto out of his blood.

The process was excruciating.

Not only did he get light-headed from the loss of fluids, the machine also chilled his blood considerably during the filtering process, and when it was pumped back into his body, it was freezing. Derringer had to cover him with heating pads and thick blankets to get him to stop shaking.

Still, that had been a little over eighteen hours ago, so that probably wasn’t it.

Maybe it was just another side affect of his time with the GiW.

Overuse of his ghostly wail, he had realized earlier, was the reason that he had lost his voice permanently. Maybe he had accidentally used his ice too many times the same way, and now his body was irrevocably changed. Maybe warmth was just another tiny privilege he had taken for granted, that had now been lost forever.

Danny stared down at his hands.

Maybe his body had just given up entirely on keeping him warm, on pretending to be human.

“Kid, you alright? We’re almost there.”

Derringer’s voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Danny signed, “just tired. And cold.”

“We’ve got to get you a jacket, kid,” Derringer said, “it’s not even winter and I already have to worry about you freezing to death.”

“I died a long time ago, it’s fine.”

“No,” one of the other men in the truck drawled, “it means you’ve got to be extra careful. You’ve got a second chance at living, so you better not screw it up.”

“What did he say?”

“Danny thinks that because he’s died before, he doesn’t need to worry about freezing to death.”

The truck went quiet for a few moments. Most of the guys in there didn’t know he had died before. He didn’t exactly like to advertise the fact.

“I have a cousin who had a heart attack, and it only made his heart worse,” one of the guys near the front of the truck offered.

“See, kid?” Derringer said, “I’m right. As soon as this is over, you’re getting a jacket.”

Danny crossed his arms, slumping over in his seat with a huff.

A few moments later, a loud clang echoed through the truck. Danny jolted, almost falling out of his seat.

The door opened, the driver looking at them with boredom written all over his face.

“Alright, up and at em. It’s go time,” he mumbled, smacking the door loudly for emphasis. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can leave.”

They all stood, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the fence line.

Danny moved his hand to the bandolier on his chest, fingers brushing against the small ecto-bombs he had attached to it.

There were five of them, their bodies made of tempered glass and black steel, and they glowed a sickly green in the night. They were designed mainly for combat; he had a few larger ones meant to blow a hole in a wall in his backpack, which was securely zipped shut.

His hand then drifted to the holster on his left side, and the ecto-gun nestled securely within it.

Most of his parents’ inventions were far too big and bulky to be practical in any real combat setting, so he had downsized them considerably. The weapon he had was modeled after a standard glock pistol, matte black paint covering the GiW white of the gun’s body.

The gun should be able to fire around fifty shots a minute without overheating, which was more than enough for Danny. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to fire a single round tonight. However, for whatever reason, the words should and hopefully didn’t inspire much confidence in him.

Danny followed the group as they snuck up to the facility, Derringer by his side.

Originally, neither of them were going to go on the raid, but someone on the patient list had caught Danny’s eye, so he decided he would investigate in person. Derringer was just along for the ride because Mr. Cobblepot wasn’t willing to lose an asset as valuable as Danny.

Danny would make it up to the bodyguard later, he decided.

Entering Arkham was, all things considered, pretty easy. Mr. Cobblepot had connections to a few of the orderlies, and it was all too easy to convince them to “forget” a few steps in setting up the security system for the night.

However, since nothing can ever just be simple, they ran into an unexpected patrol of nightshift guards just a few minutes after all splitting up to find the rogues.

Danny and Derringer were able to take them down pretty quickly, but not before they sounded the alarms. And, according to a few guys on the comms, they weren’t the only ones to run into guards where they shouldn’t be.

“They must have changed their patrols,” Derringer huffed, spinning the pistol in his hands, “c’mon, let’s go see about freeing our good friend Victor Fries.”

Danny nodded, scampering after the man as he sprinted through the halls.

The inmates, who had woken up from the loud alarm’s continuous blaring, shouted at them from their cells. Danny’s pulse was loud in his ears, drowning everything out.

Distantly, he wondered if those guards were going to die. Maybe they were dead already.

He supposed that it didn’t really change much if they were.

Soon, they were at the cell. It was custom-built to hold Mr. Freeze, constantly kept at subzero temperatures to avoid killing him.

Derringer hefted his bag off of his back, pulling out the suit and freeze gun that Mr. Cobblepot had procured. As he did so, Danny took a few of the larger ecto-bombs and placed them on the joints of the door.

They carefully moved away, putting some distance between themselves and the door, and Danny detonated it.

The explosion was loud. It shook the entire building, the shockwave knocking Danny to the floor.

Danny brought his hand up to his safety goggles, yanking a small piece of metal shrapnel out of them and dropping it on the floor. He was dimly aware of more pieces sticking out of his kevlar suit. Derringer was similarly peppered with metal, luckily uninjured as well.

They had come from the body and mechanism of the bomb, he realized. He’d have to fix that later.

Mr. Freeze emerged from the cell a few moments later, a scowl on his face. Derringer quickly shoved the suit and freeze gun into his hands and he retreated back into the cell for a few moments, getting dressed.

“I could have died from that, you know,” he hissed. “Killed by some amateurs with shoddy explosives.”

“The Penguin sent us,” Derringer said, ignoring the man’s clear annoyance, “our getaway car is outside. If you’d come with us…”

Mr. Freeze nodded sternly.

“Hurry up, then.”

Derringer and Danny hurried out, Mr. Freeze right behind them. Then, at a certain hallway, Danny paused.

He had to check.

“Kid,” Derringer barked, “we have to go.”

Danny shook his head.

“You go,” he signed, hands trembling, “I have to check.”

“Oh, what’s the problem now?” Mr. Freeze asked, his frown more pronounced by the minute.

“Danny…” Derringer sighed, “Danny thinks his sister might be in here. He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s the whole reason he was a part of the Arkham raid, actually.”

Mr. Freeze paused for a moment.

“Well, lead the way, then,” he said, clearly regretting his words as soon as he said them. Danny just nodded, scurrying forward, the other two men close behind him.

They came to the right cell quickly. Danny looked in through the glass, and he felt a piece of himself shatter.

That was Jazz, his sister, sitting in a padded wall wearing a straightjacket and a muzzle.

She didn’t bother looking up at them as they arrived, not stirring even when Danny slammed his hands on the door to get her attention.

Shakily, he attached an ecto-bomb to the door, hoping with all his might that she wouldn’t get hurt.

The door blew open, and Danny rushed in.

Jazz’s head swiveled to look up at him, her eyes narrowed.

He slipped the goggles up and his bandanna down, exposing his face as he came to kneel beside her.

Slowly, her expression shifted to shock.

“Jazz,” he creaked, his broken vocal chords cracking painfully as he spoke, “it’s me.”

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Danny?”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug, careful not to let the shrapnel dig into her skin.

“I thought you were…”

“Very heartwarming,” Mr. Freeze snapped, “but now isn’t the time. We’ve got to go, now.”

Jazz nodded, leaping to her feet. Danny stood as well, slipping his mask and bandanna back on, and grabbing onto one of her arms for support.

They left the cell, Danny doing a double-take as he saw the frozen-over pathway that they had just come from. He looked to Mr. Freeze, tilting his head questioningly.

“There were guards,” he said flatly. “Now hurry up, we need to get out of here.”

Derringer grabbed the two of them, dragging them along as he sprinted through the hallways. They had to take a bit of a detour, coming out of the main entrance instead of the side one they had entered.

Unfortunately, there was an active gunfight going down.

Danny was roughly pulled behind a desk, just barely dodging a few rounds.

His hands shook as he pulled a small ecto-bomb from his bandolier, priming it and throwing it at a small grouping of night guards. They cried out as the pure ectoplasm collided with them, covering their bodies in burns.

The smell, while familiar to Danny, was still horrific.

They took a few shots off at the night guards, trying to take them down. Their group was efficient, but with the rate they were going at, it wasn’t going to be enough. Only adding to that, the gun Mr. Cobblepot had prepared for Mr. Freeze had broken after just a few uses, leaving them unable to create an ice wall.

Then, Danny heard the sound of a gun’s safety being turned off behind them, and his vision went white.

He grabbed onto Jazz and Derringer, making them intangible right as the night guard opened fire.

Waves of nausea hit him all at once and he doubled over, his vision swimming. Danny was only dimly aware of Jazz taking the guard down with a high kick right to the head, and Derringer pulling him into a protective hold.

Ignoring everything, he pulled the last of the large bombs from his bag, throwing it into the air, pulling everyone behind the desk.

The entire room went white.

Danny’s ears rung as he scrambled out from behind the reception desk, dragging Jazz with him.

Luckily, none of the hired hands on his team had gotten injured, but the guards…

Danny looked away, trying to ignore the taste of bile in his mouth.

It was fine. He was fine. Everything would be okay.

The next few minutes were a blur. He knew that he had puked only a few seconds after they had left the building, and that Derringer had picked him up afterwards, carrying him to the truck with Mr. Freeze and Jazz in tow.

Danny’s entire body was wracked with tremors, an unbearable phantom pain passing through the still-healing surgical wounds in his head and torso like lightning. He dry-heaved, shivering uncontrollably.

They drove off soon after. Luckily, no one had been left behind. Someone, probably Derringer, helped Danny rinse out his mouth and got him a bottle of water to drink, wrapping him in his jacket.

As soon as the truck doors were opened within one of Mr. Cobblepot’s safehouses, Danny became aware of the sound of wailing.

Hopping out of the truck, most of his mind still far away, he saw a man being rolled out of the room on a stretcher. He was one of the people who had been on the other truck, Danny realized.

Beside him was a teenager, probably only a few years younger than Danny, who was screaming and crying uncontrollably. They wailed at Mr. Cobblepot, who only stood there with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Oh shit,” Derringer breathed. Danny pulled on his sleeve, tilting his head at him questioningly.

“The guy on the stretcher, that’s his sibling.”

Danny just stared, a hollow feeling deep in his chest.

Jazz, her arms now freed from the straightjacket, pulled him away from the scene. Danny let her.

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[fuyuthefoxwriter]

TW hospital trama, ectoplasmic blood

First gore piece complete

Lineart by the amazing @Crunchy Plastic

[pickleking8]

Adoption Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be -- Chapter Two

This is chapter two to ‘that one fic idea I had’! I really enjoyed writing this one. It’s my first time writing a fic, and I’m having a lot of fun. This chapter is from Jazz’s POV. This is mostly just set up, the next chapter should be when the plot actually gets going. 

Words: 1,085

Ao3 Link 

First -- Next -- Masterpost

TW: blood, vivisection, neglectful/abusive parents

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     Jasmine Fenton was panicking. She was definitely, surely, without a doubt panicking. Her breathing was quickened, she was close to crying, her hands were shaking, and her baby brother was bleeding out in the back seat of her scrappy old car. Danny, her sweet, kind, dead baby brother was bleeding Christmas colors in the back seat of her car. Yeah, she was panicking.

    “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, I’ll protect you, I won’t let anyone hurt you again, okay, you’ll be safe - safe - okay?” She was only vaguely aware of whispering this, over and over again, throwing as many reassurances as she could at Danny, whose eyes were squeezed shut and whose breath was coming out ragged and hitched.

    She needed to think. What was she going to do now? She needed a plan. Yes. A plan, that’s what she needed. Baby steps. She’s got this. Okay, first, where to go? What city has enough ectoplasm to both sustain Danny and hide his signature? In what city will no one notice, or care, if two teenagers show up and start living on their own? Gotham, of course. Dark, gloomy, and hidden. She could protect her brother there. Accelerating, she made several questionable driving choices and steeled herself for the long ride to Gotham that would surely be filled with worry and regret.

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    Jazz heaved a deep sigh as Gotham’s signature skyline came into view. Grand gothic architecture with solemn gargoyles and sweeping rooftops. It was as beautiful as she was pretty sure it was cursed. Danny’s breathing in the backseat was slow and shallow. It was much slower than a normal human’s but fairly regular for Danny. His brow was furrowed in his sleep, a perpetual grimace of pain evident on his face. Jazz quickly turned her eyes back to the plastic-littered road, both to avoid crashing in the worsening traffic and to avoid the swell of emotion that rose looking at her baby brother. Her baby brother, whom she had sworn to protect, and whom she had failed so miserably. She shook her head, trying to dispel those thoughts before they overtook her. She failed at this too, the images of Danny sprawled out on a clinical metal table, his chest dominated by a gaping incision and the rest of his skin mottled with bruises, swam in front of her eyes like persistent flies. The way his blood reflected the fluorescent green light from those buzzing (so, so much buzzing. Everything seemed to buzz) light bulbs in the basement. She never wants to look at that shade of green again.

    It’s too neon, she thinks, too bright, too green, too much of it in her brother’s blood that was not inside his body, where it really should be.

   She’s in shock, she thinks. Yes, she’s in shock. She remembers the psychology books she’s read describing trauma response. She’s in shock. She has all the symptoms. This is bad, though. If she’s in shock then she can’t think straight and if she can’t think straight then she can't protect Danny! She needs to protect Danny. She needs to. Jazz swears, she won’t let anything bad happen to her brother ever again. Never, ever, ever, ever. He’ll be safe, she’ll make sure of it, she’ll protect him, she’ll do better, she’ll be everything he needs, and she will damn well rain destruction on anyone who tries to hurt her sweet, precious Danny who’s already been so broken by the world. She’ll do anything.

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    Jazz pulls up to a hotel with a flickering neon sign (not neon, anything but neon, she can’t handle neon) and a door that squeals in protest when asked, even politely, to open. The clerk, a tired and raggedy looking young man, doesn’t question Jazz’s request for their most out of the way (and cheapest) room. Doesn’t question Jazz’s poor attempts to hide Danny and the alarming amount of blood he’s covered in. Doesn’t even question finding Jazz in the employee break room, holding their only first aid kit behind her back with a desperate look on her face. Simply raises an eyebrow and turns back around. Jazz is grateful.

    Back in their foul-smelling room about half an hour later, Jazz ties off the bandages now cocooning Danny’s chest and finally allows herself to breathe a sigh of relief. It’s okay, they’re safe, Danny will be okay, she will be okay. She can figure this out. They can stay in this hotel for a couple of days, maybe a week, before she can find some cheap apartment to stay in. She can get a job. She… won’t be able to go to college. Get her degree in psychology, like she always dreamed. She can’t. She’ll need the money she saved up just to survive, to take care of Danny, and anyway, enrolling in university would let the Fentons know exactly where they were.

    Only nineteen and your dreams are already in the toilet. Her thoughts continue to scream at her, and she smiles bitterly, but it’s really more of a grimace that makes her tired eyes seem even more hollow.

    She shouldn’t be thinking like that. Danny’s hurt, Danny’s more important. She’ll figure it out. She’ll change her name. Talk it over with Danny first, see what he likes, but they’ll change their name. She certainly doesn’t want to be a Fenton anymore, and she doubts Danny does either. She can take online classes. Eventually. Yeah, she can do this. Running a hand through her carrot-orange hair, she sighs for what must have been the thousandth time that day.

    It is only when she feels her tears dripping off her chin that she realizes she is crying. They start as silent tears dribbling down her face, and then morph into hiccups and little hitches in her breath and the tears begin to fall more steadily, and before she knows it she is doubled over heaving big, gut-wrenching sobs. She cries, for herself, for her broken dreams, for her broken life. She cries for Danny and how small he looks, curled up on a dirty, bare mattress. She cries for the bandages around his chest and for the pain they’ve both known. And she cries for a very long time. Eventually, the tears stop and her cheeks dry, and she is left sitting in the corner of a shitty hotel room, hair askew and head in her hands, deafened by the silence and quieted by the rasping breaths she and her brother draw.

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I would appreciate constructive criticism, thank you for reading!

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Next -- Masterpost

[bucketwritingpail]

Hey besties! Guess who has a heart rate of 109 for some reason!

Anyway, here's some Danny in the Blood Syndicate Au

Tw: transphobia, purposeful misgendering, and violently bringing up trauma (Takes place during the Demon Fox attack so you can probably guess how that's gonna turn out)

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"Ooooh and you. You have some delicious little secrets don't you." The voice came hissing out of the fog, echoing in a way that made it I possible to track.

"What are you even talking about? I'm an open fucking book." Danny said, struggling to keep the fear out his voice by replacing it with his signature humor. "The best book you'll ever read."

"Oh? I wonder if that's true. Let's take a look." There! Danny directed a blast of ectoplasm where the voice had just been as it trailed off. He didn't see it hit through the fog, but one can hope.

A prickly feeling worked its way down his spine. It somehow put him further on edge.

A low tutting sound drifted out from the fog, before the Demon thing lunged out at him. It had him by the face and it was laughing.

"Good attempt child, but nothing you can do can hurt me. Now let's read that book shall we?" Fuck this.

Danny thrashed about in the thing's hold, landing as many hits as he could and getting cut up on its talons in the process.

"Such a fighter. You always fight so hard, don't you? For your little town, for your friends, for your pathetic excuse for a life." the thing spat. Danny's blood was boiling. The thing didn't even let him respond, it just held him there as it continued. ''What made you finally run? What turned you into a coward?"

Danny's fist connected with the things face with a satisfying crunch and he rolled away, scrubbing at his face when we e the thing had been holding him with its disgusting claws.

"I'm not a fucking coward." It was meant to be a snarl. Cool and defiant. It came out as a horribly desperate scream. What was that thing doing to him.

The things face snapped back together with a sickening squelch as it stalked forward.

"But you still ran away didn't you? You still hide," It cooed. "Why? Afraid your friends wouldn't love you? Afraid if what your parents would do if they found out your little secret? What was it they liked to say? 'Molecule by molecule.'"

"Shut up!"

"What would you do if your new friends found out about you? About what you are. They would hate you too. Just like your family."

"You don't know that!"

"But you do."

A guttural scream tore itself from Danny's throat. This thing was toying with him. Playing with its food. Well Danny wasn't anyone's plaything and he wasn't a coward. This thing didn't know anything. He aimed himself right at it and let his scream grow into a wail. The destruction would be worth it to get rid of this thing, Wise would understand, if he was even still alive.

Danny felt the power coursing through him, tearing up his throat as it escaped in waves of destruction. And yet, the thing was unfazed, taking the full brunt of the attack and barely flinching.

"Is that all you got, little girl?" No.

"No one calls me that and lives."

The thing tilted it's chin to look down at him shaking from just the effort of staying upright after pouring out so much energy to no avail.

"Strike me down then."

Oh he would, he-

He couldn't move. Fuck.

"That's what I thought." The thing lashed out at him, knocking him to the side and sending him flying into the brick wall. There was a litany of sickening cracks as he slid down the wall, his body falling limp, he couldnt tell if they had come from the wall or his body.

The thing didn't even look back before moving on to its next target. His next team member. One of his friends. He couldn't let that thing touch any of them.

Pain was exploding from every point in his body and lights were swimming in his vision. Then everything went dark.

[adminbryantsaki]

Chapter 20: Final Exams.

(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups.  I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)

(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.)

WC: 9,534

Tw: Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder),PTSD flashback, slight cutting, bugs, blood, weight gain, stuffing, body shaming, and feeding.)

Prologue Chapter Nineteen ~ Chapter Twenty-One

We arrived in front of the viewing room where the other teachers along with Class 1-A was waiting to begin the physical side of their final exams for the semester. Shouta stood in front of the group and explained the situation to his class. “Today’s part of the exams with be a two-on-one battle between two students and one teacher. Each of us will be wearing sets of compressed weights that equal to half our body weight to give you students an equal opportunity to either place a set of special cuffs on us or get you and your teammate past the gate in the arena you will be fighting in. Now, I am sure all of you are eager to find out who you are paired up with. That’s right, you don’t get to pick your partner since that task has already been done for you. I will list them off in order. Rikido Sato and Eijiro Kirishima against Cementoss, Tsuyu Asui and Fumikage Tokoyami against Ectoplasm, Tenya Iida and Mashirao Ojiro against Power Loader, Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu against myself, Ochaco Uraraka and Yuga Aoyama against Thirteen, Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari against Principal Nezu, Koji Koda and Kyoka Jiro against Present Mic, Toru Hagakure and Mezo Shoji against Snipe, Hitoshi Shinso and Hanta Sero against Midnight, leaving Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo against All Might. Is that understood? We didn’t pair you up based on compatibility of quirks but also how well you work with others in a relationship. Everyone needs to change into their hero uniforms and everyone who isn’t going up first can head inside to the viewing room to watch your classmates and take notes. Keep in mind that these battles will make up most of your final grade for this semester and if you don’t pass, those who fail will be staying behind when we go to summer camp.” He explained and turned to go inside. Midoriya raised his hand and Shouta called on him.

“Yes?” “Would it be possible to battle against one of the Admins? We’ve heard so much about them and we would like to have that experience.” Izuku asked. Shouta looked to me with an eyebrow raised. I shrugged and looked at him.

“If they want the experience, then I’ll give it to them. I’m not that special though, I’m just like any other Pro hero.” I spoke, looking to the students. “Who cares? I’ve been wanting to take one down since we saw an Admin in Hosu.” Bakugo shouted and I rolled my eyes. “Well, you won’t be taking any Admin down today. You and Midoriya still are going up against All Might. Admin Bryant will be swapping out with Midnight. Is that alright with you?” Shouta asked and looked over to his friend who agreed.

“I think she will do great. I appreciate the break.” Midnight spoke and walked off since she wasn’t involved in the exams anymore. “Alright, since that is settled, Sato and Kirishima, both of you head to your designated battleground. Rest of you head inside.” He spoke and waited for everyone to head inside.

When everyone had gone inside, except for Shouta and I, he looked to me. “Are you sure you should fight? Do you think you can handle them?” He asked. “They will be easy. I might lose some of the weight I gained, but I’m sure you and Mic will take care of that tonight.” I told him and walked inside with him. I saw some of the students standing in front of the screen as Rikido Sato and Eijiro Kirishima were beginning their fight against Cementoss, as others were at different tables or even sitting on the floor making strategies against the teacher they were going to fight. As Shouta and I were walking past the students to go to the room where we would wait for our matches to come up, I heard Sero and Shinso planning out a strategy against me. “Well, do you know anything of Admin Bryant’s powers?” “Um, I know she can heal and uhm, she can make portals… But I don’t know how that’s going to help.” Shinso spoke. “She could trap one of us or even both of us in a kind of infinite falling loop like you see in cartoons. She could do that until the timer runs out which wouldn’t be good. But how would she heal people?” Sero thought out loud. I walked out of earshot by then and followed Shouta into one of the teacher waiting rooms.

“Is it alright if I wait with you? I wouldn’t know what to do except for eat a bit more before the battle.” I asked. “Sure. I’m going to take a nap.” Shouta spoke and somehow had his infamous yellow sleeping bag in the hallway already. “How did…” I asked and gestured to his sleeping bag. “I asked Midnight to bring it here since we had to oversee the rooms being installed to our house.” He spoke and I nodded, understanding what had happened. I followed him into the room and sat at the table as he laid on the floor in his sleeping bag. I opened a portal to grab a container of mac and cheese with chicken tenders and bell peppers from the fridge in my locker’s kitchen and begin to eat my food. As I ate, I looked up any kind of report or source that said of an Admin seen at the Hosu incident that had happened a few weeks ago. I found some zoomed out photos of Kurogiri and Shigaraki on  the top of a water tower and a new figure alongside them. It was a young woman with platinum blonde hair, red eyes, and a pale complexion. I frowned and zoomed in on her face and running a facial recognition check on her as I waited for my match to come up. I finished my food by the time the facial check was done. I looked at my tablet in horror as I found out that this was one of the few Admins that had chosen the villains as their characters to cover. This Admin was Kumicho Toga. Sister to one of the villains themselves. I was alerted that this Admin was dangerous and to be arrested on sight or killed on sight. I rubbed my temples as Shouta got up and looked at me. “Are you alright?” He asked as he got out of his sleeping bag and set it next to me.

“I found out who the Admin was that Bakugo was talking about. They are dangerous and already have an arrest warrant and a death penalty on them.” I told him and showed him the photo of the person. “Alright. I’ll keep an eye out for her when I go on patrol tonight. I need to head out into my match. You get rest. Feel free to watch with the other teachers, alright? There is another viewing room just down the hall that is separate from the students so we didn’t hear their strategies.” Shouta told me and kissed my head. “Okay, I’ll do that. I’ll keep your sleeping bag in my locker so it isn’t forgotten here.” I spoke and put his sleeping bag through a portal in my locker. I stood up to follow Shouta out of the room and go into the teacher’s viewing room. I found Present Mic and sat down next to him.

“Hey, looks like Eraser is up next. Are you excited to fight against the students?” He asked. “I am, But I also want them to succeed too. They’ve worked so hard this semester. I believe that all the students deserve to go to the summer camp.” I told him. “What do you mean? All the students will be going to the training camp. Eraserhead only said that as a tactic to get everyone to do their best.” I heard Principal Nezu say. I sighed and leaned against my seat as I watched the matches play out. I was surprised to see Midnight there observing the matches even though I had taken her place. I let the thought go and kept watching the matches, keeping the thought of the dangerous Admin on the loose and running around with the League of Villains in my mind. Midnight touched my arm gently since I had stared off into space. “It’s almost your time to fight, honey. Are you alright? You weren’t aware when Mic left the room. Is there something on your mind?” She asked as she knelt to my level.

“There is something. I found out who the Admin was that Bakugo mentioned was at the Hosu incident. She is very dangerous and already has an arrest warrant and a death penalty against her. Her name is Kumicho Toga. I already told Eraser. Be careful when you patrol.” I told her as I stood up and tucked my tablet away. “Alright, thank you for telling me. I’ll show you to the training ground where you need to be for the exam.” She spoke and guided me to a rocky terrain and left me be to plan out what I wanted to do. I wanted to wait until the students arrived to act out my plan.

~~~~~

It wasn’t long before Sero and Hitoshi arrived at the entrance to the arena. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” I spoke and the buzzer sounded. I remained hidden in the rocks with the escape gate behind me. “Don’t be shy, you two, come at me with all you got!” I called out. Sero looked to Hitoshi and nodded. They couldn’t see me as they were hidden behind some rocky pillars and waiting for the right time to strike. I walked closer with water formed around my arms, in the shapes of long blades, ready to strike. Sero made the mistake of looking out from his hiding spot and I attacked his position. I had been told to take on the role as a villain. I took this literally and I added black face paint around my eyes like a mask and I was attacking the students left and right. I looked to Hitoshi and lunged at him.

“Why are you fighting us?” He asked. I knew better than to answer Hitoshi since I knew about his brainwashing quirk from the Sports Festival. I dodged his attacks and managed to open a set of portals below and above Hitoshi, throwing him into an infinite falling loop. I turned to Sero who was nervous now. “What is this little hero going to do now? Your teammate is stuck in an infinite loop. Are you going to save them, fight me, or sacrifice your teammate and save yourself?” I asked. Sero looked to his teammate, then to me, then to the gate. “Clock’s ticking, kid. I don’t have time to wait around.” I spoke and swung a hammer made of water down onto Sero, forming it into ice as I attacked. He shot tape out of his elbow to a rock closer to Hitoshi to dodge my attack. I copied him and shot a pillar of water from my arm to the heroes, planning to freeze them there and wait out the clock. Sero managed to push Hitoshi out of the way and still get frozen in place, shooting out a long strand of his tape for his teammate to use since he was now unable to exit. “Take her down!” He called out before he was entirely frozen. Hitoshi grabbed the tape and fastened it to the handcuffs, booking it to the exit. I opened a portal and appeared in front of him. “You aren’t getting away that easily.” I told him and shot more water at him.

He dodged out of the way and began to speak, I managed to ignore him again and make a telepathic link to him, blasting the music I was listening to into his mind, taking him off guard. “You didn’t expect that, now did you? I can control minds as well.” I told him and let the music play. “MAKE IT STOP!” Hitoshi yelled. “Now why would I do that when I was just beginning to have fun.” I spoke. It was too late before I realized what I had done, I felt my mind cloud over and go blank. I began to panic as it was something too familiar from my past. I managed to snap myself out of the brainwashing by cutting my arm gently against one of the rocks. It was too late though and I was gasping for air. Hitoshi had managed to get the cuff links over my wrists. I was on my hands and knees. The buzzer at the gate went off, signaling that the match was over and the students had won… well, Hitoshi had won. Sero had been taken down and frozen by my ice before the match was over. I panted and stood up when Hitoshi was looking down at me with concern.

“Admin? Are you alright?” He asked. “I’ll be fine. Let’s get your teammate unfrozen and get the two of you back so you can watch your classmates go up against All Might.” I spoke and melted the ice around Sero. I walked back to the viewing area with them and went to the teacher’s side once they were situated with their classmates. Shouta saw me and walked over to me. “Are you alright? You seemed off after you broke out of Shinso’s brainwashing. Also your arm is still bleeding, I’ll take you to the old lady to get patched up. I already had to do that with Mic today.” He spoke and walked with me to Recovery Girl’s office where Mic was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands. “Oh my, What are you in for, Miss Bryant?” Recovery Girl asked. “I have a minor cut from my match. Otherwise, I’m fine.” I told her and she had me sit down. Shouta stayed with me and rubbed my back. “I think there’s more than just the cut. I think she had a trigger flashback.” He told Recovery Girl and I looked up to him. “Is that so? Do you know what triggered your flashback?” She asked as she wrapped up my arm. I held my arm for her to keep wrapping my injury and I pulled my knees to my chest since my stomach had deflated from using my quirk in battle. I hesitated and took some deep breaths before speaking. “My flashback was triggered by being brainwashed. I didn’t like it. It was a bad feeling. I only cut my arm to break out of the brainwashing. I saw Midoriya give himself a minor injury during his match with Shinso at the Sports festival, so I thought that I’d do the same.” I spoke out loud and I saw Hizashi look over at us. “Bryant’s injured? Is she okay?” He asked and walked over to where Shouta was and sat next to him.

“I’m fine, Hizashi. Just a small cut on my arm from one of the rocks. What are you in here for? Shouta told me that he had to bring you in here earlier.” “Koji used his quirk to control bugs and they swarmed me so they could get out… I don’t like bugs.” He told me and shuddered. “Will you be, okay?” I asked. “Yes, I will be. I’m worried about you though, sweetheart. Judging by how Shouta is looking at you, it was more than just an arm cut that brought you in.” He spoke. “Trauma trigger to being brainwashed.” I spoke and looked down to the bed that I was sitting on. “That’s horrible. What do you need?” He asked. “I think some food and watching Midoriya and Bakugo’s match will help.” I spoke. Recovery Girl finished wrapping up my arm and gave me a blue lollipop for being such a good patient and telling me to take it easy. She also told Shouta and Hizashi to stick with me and help me through any other flashbacks if I get them throughout the day.

We arrived safely back at the viewing area and took our seats as I pulled out some food to eat. I pulled out another container of mac and cheese with chicken nuggets this time and I watched the screen. Bakugo was all over the place blowing everything up and wanting to take down All Might on his own, without Midoriya’s help. I rolled my eyes and kept eating, passing chicken nuggets to Mic as we watched the match play out as if it were a daytime tv drama. By the time Bakugo realized he needed to allow Midoriya to help him, I was on my second helping of chicken nuggets and watching the screen intently, even though I knew how it was going to end. All Might didn’t make it easy for either of them to escape from him and win that easily, but the pair managed to passs through the gate and win the match. I exhaled in relief as I was waiting with baited breath. I just hoped what was supposed to happen at the training camp regarding the two students wouldn’t happen at all. Once the match was over, the students were carted off to Recovery Girl and the final scores needed to be tallied up. All the teachers gathered together and talked over how their matches played out from their point of view to assess how well the students participated in their exams. When the conversation came around to me, I told them how Sero seemed to freeze before he acted to save Hitoshi and sacrificed himself so his teammate would win the match for them both. I figured that both students did well enough to pass.

“I know you’d want both students to pass but only Shinso will pass. Hanta was knocked out before he either assisted Shinso with putting the cuffs on you or crossed the gate with Shinso and therefore didn’t qualify to pass the physical part of the exam.” Shouta told me as he was looking over the footage. I nodded and we went on through the other exams and how the students faired through their exams. After the assessments were over, the grades would be put out on the screen for both the teachers and the students could see. All the teachers were interested on seeing how well the students did and all but five of the students managed to pass. Those four students were Rikido Sato, Eijiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido, and Hanta Sero managed to fail the exams. Shouta told his students that because of two teams and Sero managing to fail, they would all be going since those students needed the summer camp the most and that they would be getting extra lessons that would be harder than lessons received during summer school. At this, Principal Nezu announced that the End of Term Test was over and that everyone did a great job.

~~~~~ Meanwhile, out where the League of Villains is hiding, Tomura Shigaraki is glaring down a photograph of Izuku Midoriya in his hand. He growls and disintegrates the photo as Kumicho brings in two visitors along with a black-market broker that can provide them with support items. They all have interest in joining the League of Villains. These two visitors meet with Tomura face to face, even though Tomura isn’t pleased with his guests since they seem to be types he hates the most and he orders Kurogiri to send them away. Kumicho frowns. “You don’t get it! These two will help us out, I swear it!” She cries out.

“I helped Miss Kumicho here gather these quality villains to join your little group here. At least let them have a chance to introduce themselves.” The broker spoke. “Tomura, let our guests have a chance to introduce themselves.” Kurogiri spoke. “Fine. Make it quick. I’m already irritated.” He spoke and looked over to the young woman standing next to Kumicho and the young man with patches of burned skin attached to his flesh with silver staples. “This girl here is my older sister, Himiko Toga, She’s already a suspect on the run for draining the blood from people multiple times. I helped her with a couple of them.” Kumicho spoke and her sister smiled and took over from her introduction there. “I just want the world to be an easier place to live in. I want to be like Mr. Stain. Please let me join!” She pleaded excitedly. Tomura in unimpressed but lets her stay. He turns to the boy and the broker known as Giran introduces him.

“He hasn’t done anything too exciting except for some arson and burning around thirty people alive. He also believes in Stain’s ideals.” Giran spoke. Tomura was growing even more irritated at this point since he was getting tired of hearing Stain’s name instead of his since his Nomu cause so much destruction that night and yet Stain’s name covered every headline that he saw. “What’s your name?” He asked in an irritated voice. “Is this League of Villains even following a cause? Seems like a lost cause to me.” He spoke. “How rude. Just answer the question.” “I go by Dabi.” “Tell me your real name.”

“I’ll reveal my real name when I need to. I’ll be the one to fulfill Stain’s ideals.” Dabi told him. Tomura grows even more agitated at hearing Himiko and Dabi constantly talking about the Hero Killer. He finds them to be of no use to him and prepares to attack them. Kumicho reacts to this by pulling her sister away and letting Dabi lunge at Tomura in a preparation to defend himself. As the two clash, Kurogiri uses his msit to warp Dabi and Tomura’s attacks away from each other, stopping a potential fight and the destruction of their base. “Tomura Shigaraki, please calm down. We need to expand our group to accomplish your goals. Now that the spotlight is on us, it wouldn’t be wise to reject these two villains and the help they can provide. If you don’t make use of the help that is offered from our Admin, everything that belongs to us will disappear entirely.” Kurogiri persuades Tomura. Understanding his companion, Tomura storms out of the room, not saying a word, and shutting a door behind him.

“That kid is too young to be running something like this.” “Giran, please wait a few days for our reply regarding Dabi and Himiko’s approval to join this alliance. Tomura Shigaraki knows what needs to be done and with time, he will accept them.” Kurogiri says. Kumicho walks her sister, Dabi, and Giran out of the room before looking to the No Video screen of the TV against the far wall of the room. “What do you think of them, Master? Did you like my sister?” Kumicho asks. “They both seemed interesting. I will leave the choice to Tomura though. Thank you for bringing them here, Admin Kumicho.” Master says. ~~~~~ As the three of us were heading to the main building, I felt my stomach growl. “You’re still hungry after all of that? What do you want to eat?” Shouta asked as he looked to me. “I’ve been wanting to try a buffet in town. I saw an advertisement for the restaurant the other day when Hizashi and I were at the radio station.” I spoke and stretched my arms. “Sounds good to me, we have a couple things to wrap up at the office then we can head out. What kind of food were you thinking of getting?” Hizashi asked.

“More pasta and noodles. That fight took it out of me.” I spoke as my stomach growled more. “Looks like you’re hungry now. Do you still have some of those leftovers in your lunch bag, Mic?” Shouta asked. “Yup, I’ll get that for Bryant as you wait for the students to get changed and you tell them what’s going on.” Hizashi spoke and we went our separate ways in the school. I went to the teacher’s locker room and got changed into a spare black t-shirt and dark jeans that I had thrown into my gym bag the night before and I cleaned the paint off my face. I grabbed my clothes bag and walked outside the locker room to see Hizashi waiting for me with a lunch box filled with some leftovers from lunch. “How are you feeling?” He asked. “Tired, But I’ll be okay, I’ll eat this while we wait for Shouta to wrap things up with his class.

“Sounds like a plan. I’m going to get changed too. Do you want to wait here for me or head up to Shouta’s classroom?” He asked. “I can wait here.” I spoke and sat on the floor to eat my food while I waited for Hizashi to change and come out of the locker room. He was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans with his hair down in a half bun like he usually wore and walked with me to Shouta’s classroom. We sat outside the room for a little while, listening to him tell his students about the Summer Camp and that all of them were going even though five students didn’t pass the physical exam. After the students had been dismissed and filed out of the room, Shouta grabbed his briefcase, and walked out of the classroom to join us. “Are you ready to get eating? We only have a few weeks before the camp and I don’t think you’ve gotten big enough yet.” Shouta told me as we walked out of the school building and headed down to Hizashi’s car. I gave Hizashi the address to the buffet and we drove to the restaurant. I leaned back and let my eyes close shut for the drive, opening my eyes when we had parked. We got out and walked inside. Hizashi held my waist as we entered the restaurant. I felt my face heat up a little when I felt his hand on my waist. “Does my waist feel good under your hand?” I asked Hizashi telepathically. I felt his hand grip my waist gently as we were told to seat ourselves.

” Yes, it does. Let’s find a seat.” He responded. I led them to a quieter part of the restaurant that was closer to the buffet line and picked a booth that we wanted to sit at and placed a marker to signal that this table was occupied before the three of us walked through the buffet line. I saw all the wonderful food and I made sure to load up my plate, still aware of people looking at me as I overfilled my plate with food. Shouta leaned into my ear and spoke. “Ignore them, get what you want and head back to the table to eat.” He told me and I kept going, carrying up to two plates heavily filled with food and walked back to the table carefully, making sure not to spill anything. I sat down at the table and pulled my plates closer to me as Hizashi and Shouta arrived at the table with their own plates of food. Before we ate, I had something on my mind that I wanted to tell them. “I have an idea. Since both of you walked with me through the line, you know what I liked and didn’t like. Then to save calories once I’m done with these plates, one of you could get food while the other stays to assist with my eating, even if I say to stop, help me eat. I need to eat a lot to try and get ahead for the summer camp.” I spoke and pulled the waistband of my jeans up a bit to completely cover my stomach.

“Sounds like a good idea. We have about two hours before we outstay our welcome. Let’s see how much you can hold, alright? I’ll stay with you while Hizashi does food runs. We can alternate too.” Shouta spoke and began to eat. I began to eat too and worked at one of the plates, eating all the food I had piled onto the plate before drinking some water and moving onto the second plate, groaning when I felt my pants dig into my bloating stomach. Hizashi put his hand on my thigh and kissed my cheek. “Slow down a bit. You can eat as much as you want and no one is going to take it from you.” He told me. I nodded and rested my hands on my stomach. Shouta stacked them before getting up and taking them to a plate. Returning them and going to get me some more food. “I feel like I’m going to be judged for having so much food. Didn’t you see those people looking at me as we were going through the line?” I asked. “I did, but you shouldn’t worry about them. You should worry about how much you can eat right now and get bigger. You still need to get big enough to hold one of my clutches, remember?” He reminded me and finished off his own plate as Shouta came back with a couple plates of different kinds of pasta dishes that I had picked out earlier and slid them in front of me and also slid a giant bowl of traditional ramen in front of me.

“Eat up, honey. I know you can fit all of this in you.” He spoke and sat down across from me and ate his own food. Hizashi stood up and went to get more food for himself. I ate my food and was beginning to look pregnant with a food baby again. I saw an older couple walk over to our table out of the corner of my eye and I got worried, I was hoping they wouldn’t say anything but I was wrong. The older lady smiled at me and spoke up. “Well, aren’t you a pretty young thing? How far along are you?” The lady asked. I grew flustered as I wasn’t  pregnant, just overweight and full of food. “I’m not pregnant, ma’am. Just full of food.” I told her and she frowned. “Don’t be such a greedy pig. Eat less, it will help your figure to fit into smaller clothing.” The lady spoke with a huff and stood there, not leaving until I gave up eating. I felt my heart sink as Hizashi came back and looked at the older couple. “Hello, how may I help you?” He asked as he set his plate down and turned his back to me and blocked the old lady’s view of me. “That young woman is a pig and should stop eating so she might loose some weight!” the lady spoke as restaurant staff were ready to kick her out.

“Not everyone likes a skinny body, ma’am. She’s perfect just the way she is. She also needs to eat a lot of food to make sure her quirk is fueled properly or she will harm herself otherwise.” He told her. Shouta nodded and backed him up. “It’s also none of your business how much she eats or not.” He told the lady and held my hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. I picked at the large salad Shouta had brought me and looked over the lady that was trying to see me past Hizashi and Shouta who had managed to create a wall between the lady and myself. “What she is doing is unhealthy and should stop!” The lady protested. Her husband had enough of her antics and pulled her out of the store as she was still ranting and raving that overeating is very unhealthy and no one should ever do it no matter if their quirk needs it or not. Once the lady was far away from the restaurant and waiting in their car, her husband came inside and walked over to us as Hizashi was rubbing my back to help me calm down. “I am sorry about my wife. She is a nutritionist at a local hospital. Please forgive her. Your wife however is lovely and good for her for knowing what she needs for her quirk. Keep it up, kiddo.” The old man spoke before leaving. I relaxed and finished off the two plates before staring down the bowl of ramen.

“Do you think you can finish all of it?” Shouta asked as he pushed the bowl towards me. “Yeah, just a moment. Will it be bad if I undo my pants button and belt?” I asked. “Not at all, honey, go right ahead. You can wear one of our coats out of the restaurant if you need to.” Shouta told me and I undid my belt and pants button, letting out a sigh of relief as my stomach pushed my zipper down and expanded outwards a little. “So big already. I can’t want so see how big you are after the ramen is in you, love.” Hizashi spoke and rubbed gentle circles on my stomach, making me blush more before I ate. I finished the ramen after a few minutes. I looked even more bloated than before and I felt heavy enough that I couldn’t move. I looked over to the front door and saw a group of students from Class 1-A walk in. “Looks like some of your students had the same idea, Shouta.” I told him and gestured to the group of four boys and two girls that seemed to be Bakugo’s group of friends along with himself. Shouta looked over and nodded.

“Looks like Bakugo’s group of friends. Looks like the two girls are coming over here since they saw us. Its Jiro and Ashido. I wonder if they have a question for you.” Shouta spoke as he went back to his meal. I looked over at the two girls as they approached. “Do you think it will be rude to ask?” Mina whispered. “I don’t know. Never hurts to ask anyways.” Jiro responded and gave her friend a gentle push towards the table. “Hello Miss Ashido. Do you have a question for me?” I asked.  

“I do. I was wondering why you looked so big at the exams and you eat so much at lunch time. I don’t mean to be rude, I was just curious.” Mina asked sheepishly. “Oh, its for two reasons: one, I need to refuel my quirk after a long fight, like Fatgum does. Two, I need to put on a certain amount of weight before I can get pregnant. That’s why I eat so much. Does that make sense?” I explained. Mina nodded.

“Are you going to have a baby with Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Yamada?” She asked excitedly. I laughed and smiled. “That’s the plan, but don’t spread it around the school. We want to keep things quiet for the time being as we’re just bond-mates right now.” I told her. Mina agreed to keep quiet for now and walked off with Jiro excited for what’s to come. I leaned back and rubbed my stomach to digest some of the food before asking for more. “I’m hungry again, can I get some more food please?” I asked. “Of course, anything you’d specifically like?” “More of the pasta dishes please, specifically the mac and cheese, its wonderful.” I requested. “Alright. I’ll be right back.” Hizashi spoke and returned my dirty dishes to the bin and went to the line. Shouta looked to me and saw my empty cup. “Want more water or something else?” He asked. “Water is okay. Thank you for asking.” I told him and he got up too, going to get me some more water. He came back and set the water in front of me before Hizashi came back with multiple plates of pasta dishes and set them in front of me

“Thank you, Hizashi.” I spoke and kept one hand on my stomach as I kept on eating. I finished plate after plate and groaned as I felt my stomach growing bigger and rounder. I paused when I had bowl that was rounded over with mac and cheese and I stared it down. “Do you think you can eat it on your own?” Hizashi asked. “I don’t know, I’m already so big and heavy. But I have a feeling that if I finish this bowl, I’ll have reached my goal before camp and I can slow down on gaining so much.” I told him. “Why don’t we box this up and take it home so we can finish it there? Or you can try to turn and face me so I can feed the rest to you.” Hizashi offered as he put his arm around me. “You’re lucky we’re in a quieter part of the restaurant or I’ll have you pack that up and get more from the line so the two of you can really stuff me good.” I told him before I hefted my large, round stomach over and swiveled in the seat to face him. “You know that I’ll be pretty much stuck here, right?” I spoke and rubbed my belly as Hizashi formed a bite. “Oh, I know it. Just open up and eat. You need to keep eating.” He told me and fed me bite after bite until all the mac and cheese was gone and I looked like I had swallowed a large watermelon whole. I smiled and looked at my stomach, rubbing circles over the surface and panting as it was hard to breathe. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move. But we should get going.” I spoke. “We can take it slow. I’m so proud of you for eating so much. How are you feeling, honey?” Shouta asked as he was looking over the table to see my large stomach. “Full and big as a whale.”

“I bet you do. I’m glad you reached your goal.” He spoke and cleared the last of the plates away. Hizashi got out of the booth and helped me squeeze out of the booth and get to my feet. “You look amazing, princess. Let’s get you home so you can digest all that wonderful food you’ve consumed.” He spoke and put his hand on my lower back to help support my weight as I walked slowly out of the restaurant. I leaned into him gently as we made it out to the car, with Shouta carrying our things behind us. “I can’t wait to hold eggs with our babies in them.” I told him mentally as I was breathing shallowly as  we made it to the car and Hizashi helped me into the rear passenger seat. “And I can’t wait to see you full and heavy with eggs, baby.” He spoke and kissed my head. “Have you and Shouta been gaining more too?” I asked as I put my hand on his stomach. “Yes, we have. We can all weigh in when we get home to see how much we’ve put on.” He spoke and kissed my head again before going to the driver’s seat.

I climbed into the car and held my stomach as we drove back to the house. Once we arrived home, I got out of the vehicle with Shouta’s help

Hizashi grabbed our bags and carried them inside while Shouta walked with me inside the house, wrapping an arm around my waist and resting his hand on my side, letting it sink in a little as I had been getting fatter. He rubbed my side as he left me in the bedroom to get changed into something loose and comfortable. “Are you excited to finally be in here with us, baby?” He asked as he leaned on the door framed and watched me pull my shorts up over my hips and rest the waist band of the garment on the upper side of my belly, just under my bra band. I turned to face him and he smiled when he saw me. “I am. There’s a lot of things I’d like to try soon. Either tonight or after I’ve gotten settled in here.” I said as I looked to their bed and noticed how their headboard was made so someone could be tied to the bed. “Is that so? Do you want to tell us or are you going to keep those thoughts to yourself?” Shouta asked as his face grew a faint shade of pink. Hizashi walked into the room and changed out of his shirt and jeans and into his pjs.

“What do you have on your mind, princess?” He asked. I sat down on the foot of the bed and sent images of the pair helping me through my heat again and the experience of how I felt when I received Hizashi’s clutch. I also thought of the two of them making out while I watched through our telepathic link. I watched as both men looked at me with reddening blushes across their faces. I smiled and sent more images of me being stuffed full of food and eggs to them, making Hizashi walk over to me and kiss me deeply, searching for Enhancium which I didn’t have at the time. “I don’t have Enhancium right now. I’m sorry.” I told him. He pulled away and began to leave the room to go into the kitchen. “There’s only a little bit of Enhancium left in the fridge. Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to make more before camp.” I said with a chuckle. Hizashi pouted and walked back to me. “I can’t wait for that. You were right when you said it was addictive.” He told me as he sat behind me and held my stomach, rubbing circles on my skin. “Are you hungry again, honey?” Shouta asked as he walked over to me and knelt to my stomach. “I’m still super stuffed from the buffet. I don’t know if I should eat anymore.” I told him.

“That’s alright. Maybe we can do something to work up an appetite.” He spoke and placed a gentle kiss on my stomach which I thought was a little odd but I went with it. “Let’s get my things moved in here. Then once I’m settled, I wouldn’t mind taking another clutch if you have some eggs ready.” I told Hizashi. He kissed my neck and rubbed my stomach. “I think I have a few that have grown a bit since last time. I’ll gladly give you more since you want them.” He spoke. “Not quite yet. I want to move my things in here first.” I told him and moved to sit up with their help and waddled into my room and sat on my bed to begin moving my things with my telekinesis into their room and setting them in the places that Hizashi and Shouta had made for me to hold my things. I was able to move my nest into a far corner of their bedroom and not be in the way. I felt nice to finally be in here with them and I wanted to rearrange my nest.  I did so and laid out in my nest, rubbing circles on my stomach as it had shrunken down a little with the usage of my telekinesis. Hizashi and Shouta found me once they had carried my pillows and blankets that I sleep with and put them on the bed before climbing into the nest with me and cuddling with me. “What are the two of you most excited about now that I’m moved in here with you?” I asked as Shouta played with my hair. “I’m excited to give you more eggs.” Hizashi spoke. “I’m anticipating how much you’ll grow over the next few weeks with all the food and whatever clutches you bear.” Shouta spoke and rubbed my stomach.

“I’m excited to finally be happy and build a family of my own. One that is supportive and stable.” I told them. Hizashi hugged me from behind and slid his hand to the underside of my stomach to stimulate my Enhancium gland. I caught him and held his hand. “Someone’s eager to get their clutch in me.” I spoke and he laughed, nuzzling into my neck. “I am. I want to see you even bigger with my clutch. You lost a little weight with moving your things in here. Let me help you before you receive this clutch.” He spoke and kissed my neck again. “Sure. This weight isn’t going to gain itself.” I told him and he rose up out of the nest and helped me to my feet before leading me to the kitchen with Shouta right behind us. He had me sit down in one of the chairs at the dining table before going to the fridge and pulling out ingredients to make what looked to be garlic shrimp and soba noodles. He made an extra-large portion of the noodles and shrimp before setting the bowl in front of me and telling me to eat up. He went back to the stove to cook off more food and I felt bad for not helping him. “Are you sure I can’t help?” I asked between bites. “You’re fine, just eat up. You need the strength and energy when we mate at the camp. You’ll also need the space in the belly of yours for a viable clutch as the eggs can be a bit bigger than what I’m going to give you tonight.” He told me as I finished off the soba noodles and shrimp and he replaced the empty bowl with a fresh bowl filled to the brim with fried rice. He rubbed my stomach and kissed my cheek.

“Keep going, I know just how much you can hold in that tummy of yours.” He whispered into my ear and gave my taut belly a pat before working on a dessert. Shouta sat across from me to watch me eat the large portions of food that Hizashi was giving me. I finished the fried rice and leaned back in the chair, rubbing my massive stomach, and looking over to Hizashi who was scooping ice cream into a medium sized bowl and put chocolate syrup and plenty of whipped cream on top before he placed the bowl in front of me. “This is the last thing I want you to eat. Then we can split that last bottle of Enhancium in the fridge.” He told me and I took a deep breath and ate the ice cream before rubbing my tight stomach. It was full and round and very heavy by now. Hizashi took my bowl away since it was empty and went to the fridge, reaching to the back to get the last and oldest bottle that had been stored and set it on the table with three glasses of the same size. He took the cap off the bottle and poured some of the thick syrup into the cups and passed them around. I chugged mine down and groaned as I felt my stomach bloat out to the size of a medium beach ball before it stopped growing. I panted as it was hard to breathe with this weight and I rubbed my tight stomach. I watched as Shouta and Hizashi drank their Enhancium down as well. I blushed hard as I watched them bloat out a bit and their shirts ride up because of bloating. “How are you two feeling?” I asked as Hizashi held my hand and kissed the back of it. “I feel nice, like a warm and tingly sensation is spreading throughout my body.” Shouta spoke and reached out to grab my other hand.

“That’s good. You could have more, but you two have patrol tonight and it would be best that you have a clear mind for that. I also had a feeling that the two of you would be craving my Enhancium by now.” I told them and Shouta looked to me. “We can have more?” He asked and looked to the half-empty bottle of blue liquid. I nodded but pulled the bottle away from him. Hizashi had sat down next to me and was trying to get my Enhancium gland working before he pulled me into his den and stuffed me full of his clutch again. “Yes, but for now, I’d like for the two of you to be able to function in time for patrol. You’d be lucky to have the bloating go away before you must head out. You can have more tonight when you get back. Think of it as a reward for working so hard.” I spoke and kissed Hizashi gently. “Alright. You put the dangerous stuff away and I’ll be waiting for you in my den, okay?” He spoke and stood up, walking into the bedroom.

“Can I have my sleeping bag back please?” Shouta asked. I nodded and pulled it out of my locker and handed it to him. “As much as I’d love to watch Hizashi impregnate you again with his clutch, I’m going to sleep before patrol tonight and hopefully sleep off this bloating. It feels nice but I don’t need any odd comments from other pros I might interact with tonight.” He told me and kissed me on the mouth before going to the guest room and laying down for a nap. I stood up and put the Enhancium back in the fridge before going into the bedroom and finding Hizashi in his den that was sticking out of their closet. I heaved myself into his den and was immediately wrapped around Hizashi’s coils. I looked nine months pregnant with a giant food baby. I let the coils support my body and I relaxed, letting my weight sink into his coils and trust that he would fully support me.

“Where’s Shouta?” He asked as he wrapped his tail around my belly and hold it up so it wasn’t straining on my lower back. I let out a moan and rubbed the side of my stomach. “He wanted to take a nap before patrol tonight.” I told him. He hummed and laid down next to me. “That’s okay. I was thinking about your nest while I was waiting for you. It looks a bit small. You can make it bigger and I don’t mind if it touches mine. Then if we’re both in heat at the same time, we can be closer to each other. I want to see you nest a bit please.”  He told me and I got up and moved to adjust my nest. I pushed the walls out along the empty wall and made it touch his den. Hizashi moved the wall of his den around that touched my nest and put a pillow between his den and my nest, like a kind of gate between our places of sanctitude. I pulled a couple of spare chairs from the living room with my telekinesis since I was still entangled in Hizashi’s coils and he wasn’t going to let me go that easily.

I used the chairs to make a wall and drape a sheet over the chairs and pin them against the wall to make a tent over our nests. I then adjusted my nest to accommodate the chairs before I laid out in it and let him slither over and cuddle against my bloated form. ~~~~~ I woke up feeling a gentle stroking motion on my head. I opened my eyes and found Hizashi looking down at me, watching me sleep peacefully. The sun was going down by now and it was almost time for Shouta and Hizashi to go out on patrol. “Good evening, baby. Did you sleep well?” He asked quietly. I nodded yes in response and shifted to cuddle into him closer since I was too sleepy still and I didn’t want them to leave yet. I nuzzled into his neck and he rubbed my back gently. I heard the bedroom door creak open and felt Hizashi look up to see Shouta enter the bedroom and enter the nest with us. “Is she awake? I didn’t mean to disturb her.” He spoke and cuddled into me.

“She just woke up right before you came in. She had a decent night too.” Hizashi responded to his mate. “That’s good. Let her rest. She needs it before the camp.” Shouta spoke and kissed my head gently.  He let his hand wander down to the curve of my stomach and rested it there before kissing my neck gently. I looked down at my stomach and imagined how big it would be growing over the next few weeks via food and the pair making sure I ate well before we left for the camp. I looked up to Hizashi as he was dozing off a bit as it wasn’t quite time for them to leave on patrol just yet. “He will be out soon, don’t worry, he can get some rest while I hold you close.” Shouta spoke. I rolled over to face him and nuzzled into his neck. “How do you like the rooms?” He asked as he moved his hands to hold me close to him, rubbing circles on my back. “They are amazing. I’m excited to furnish them and decorate them appropriately.” I told him and smiled, leaning into him, and looking at how massive their master bedroom was compared to the guest room.

“Definitely more than enough space for all of us to grow and have a family together.” Shouta told me as he pushed a strand of hair out of my face. I felt my heart swell with excitement, a sense of calm, and anticipation to finally settle down and have a family. I cuddled into his chest and looked up to him. “What do you want to do after Hizashi gives me his clutch again?” I asked, feeling my face heat up as I thought of holding Hizashi’s clutch again. Shouta smiled as I blushed a deep shade of red and he held me close, moving me down under him as he got on top of me. I held onto him and let him kiss my head gently. I looked down to his stomach and rubbed it gently as I hid my face in his neck. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head to get me to look at him again. Before I pulled away fully, I kissed the small bit of his neck that was peeking out of his hero uniform and bit down softly, leaving a hickey that he could easily hide with his capture weapon. Shouta groaned in pleasure but kept it quiet so he didn’t wake Hizashi.  I bit down a little harder to make sure the mark would stick around for a little while.

“When you get back from patrol tonight, I’ll give you more Enhancium.” I told him telepathically and kissed him gently, holding his hand as I did. He nodded and kissed me back. “I should wake Hizashi up so he can get ready.” He spoke and kissed my cheek before he moved over to his mate and kissed him awake. “Don’t be too long, or I’ll transfer it into a bottle.” I teased and watched them get up and change back into their hero uniforms. “You don’t have to worry, we will be a few hours at least. You will have the house to yourself while we are gone. Be a good girl, okay?” He told me as he pulled his capture weapon over his head and kissed my cheek before he went to pull his boots on and head out of the cabin with Hizashi. I looked around the house once they were gone and went to the kitchen to get cooking.