#2: duke trying to protect this clearly hurt and lonely person which leads to getting him accidentally roped into superhero shenanigans

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For ghost lights prompts: eldritch/creepy/weird Danny + shy/flustered Duke + hand holding

Your ghostlights fics are giving me so much joy RN I cannot express how much, if this prompt doesn't spark a brain worm for it I get it but I'm excited to read all the others you may wind up posting

There’s a new kid at West Robinson High School. 

This normally wouldn’t be a big deal. They get plenty of new students, being an average high school; not prestigious like Gotham Academy, but not terrible like some of the schools in the lower South Side. New kids are hardly anything to make note of, but something about this student has everyone paying attention to him.

It’s not charisma. The guy doesn’t talk to anyone. It’s not attractiveness, because no one really knows what he looks like under the tattered hoodie he wears all the time. It’s not curiosity, not really, because the student body moves around him like he’s dangerous, not like they want to pry all his secrets out into the open. 

It doesn’t help that Duke sees things around him. 

He considers briefly telling someone about it, but then remembers having to argue for returning to West Robinson High School instead of being put in Gotham Academy and decides that Bruce can continue to mind his own business. It’s not like this new kid has done anything bad (yet) and Duke can handle investigating this on his own.

So he watches, catching glimpses of the new kid—Danny Fenton—in hallways during passing period, hiding away at lunch, disappearing into the streets as soon as the school day is over. They even share a class together, French Language and Culture, but Danny is always in the back corner, ignored and made invisible by everyone else. 

Well. That’s not quite true. 

There are shadowy figures that surround Danny and they never leave him alone. Even when he’s got his arms folded on his desk, head down, looking as if he’s asleep, these figures pull at the hood covering his head or reach semi-transparent hands down to pet his hair. And Danny reacts to them, lightly batting their hands away or turning his head away from them.

Duke has no idea what they are. Ghosts are his best guess, but he can’t confirm it. As far as he knows, ghosts are magic and can only be seen by magic users, which Duke very much is not. They do lead to cold spots, keeping the temperatures noticeably colder around Danny, and make the shadows darker, which only makes other students more nervous about being near Danny. 

Through his week of observing Danny, beyond the ghostly figures and visible unease he causes in everyone, what Duke learns is that Danny is lonely. 

No one talks to him. People barely look at him. Teachers avoid calling on him when they can. 

And Danny accepts it. He fades into the background, keeps out of the way, shrinks in on himself. 

No one else sees it. No one else wants to see him.

It’s breaking Duke’s heart, just a little bit.

He’s lucky that he’s not an outcast at school. With his meta gene awakening and his free hours taken up by Bats and fighting crime, it’s hard to have much of a social life, but he still has a few friends during the school hours he can hang out with. Danny doesn’t have anyone, and the more Duke sees how isolated he is, the more upset he becomes.

Which brings him to step two of his investigation: befriend Danny.

So what if he has some ulterior motives! He also just wants to give this guy someone to hang out with! What little glimpses of Danny’s face he’s able to get show him a tired teenager, worn down the way Alley kids are when they’re at the end of their rope and have nothing left to give.

Duke’s first attempts at befriending Danny fail so fast it’s almost funny. It’s as if Danny knows when someone is seeking him out, because every time Duke goes to where he is, Danny up and disappears, hurrying away and vanishing in the crowded hallways, or in the alley a few buildings past the school, or into the fucking restroom, which is always empty when Duke goes in after him. Trying to use his powers to see where Danny goes next doesn’t help either; all he sees is some glowing figure resembling Danny walk through walls, which is either due to Danny being a meta or from Duke’s powers deciding to be unhelpful.

He’s about to resort to Tim level stalking to finally have a conversation with Danny when his French teacher blessedly (and unknowingly) aids him on his mission.

“Find a partner, everyone!” she instructs with a clap of her hands near the end of class. “This is a translation project, and you’ll be doing them in pairs to check each other’s work and decide how to best interpret something into English. If you don’t have a partner in the next minute, tell me and I’ll assign you someone.”

The class is a flurry of movement just as the last word leaves her mouth, friends turning to each other or running across the room to make sure they’re partnered up before anyone else can butt in. 

No one looks at Danny. Which means Duke can just skirt along the wall of the classroom until he’s next to Danny, gently knocking on his desk to get his attention.

Danny looks up, and Duke sees a flash of blue before Danny averts his gaze, tilting his head down again. “Yeah?” he says, and his voice is much softer than what Duke imagined. He expected something hoarse and rough, a little deep, intimidating. Instead, it’s gentle and quiet and smooth. 

It’s a nice voice. It’s a shame that no one else has really heard it.

“Wanna be partners?” he asks, as if he’s offering a choice. They both know no one else is going to ask Danny, and if he wants to avoid talking to the teacher, then he has to work with Duke.

Danny sighs. “Sure.” 

And then he puts his head back down on the desk. 

Duke backs off. This is the best he’s going to get right now. Now that he’s got an excuse to spend time with Danny, he can take his time breaking down his walls and getting to know him. He watches as a figure from the usual group that hangs around Danny breaks away and gently brushes a hand against Danny’s arm. Then they turn to Duke and reach for him.

He moves without thinking, stepping out of the way. The shadowy figure fades back, almost invisible even to his eyes, and Danny’s turned his head to lay his piercing gaze on Duke.

…There’s no way that blew his cover, right? 

He didn’t just reveal one of his meta abilities from taking a single step to the side. No way. 

But Danny’s eyes are a deep blue that seem almost endless as he keeps his attention on Duke. It feels as if he’s staring into Duke, seeing more than what he wants to reveal. 

“Alright, looks like everyone’s found a partner! As you head out, be sure to grab a practice packet from my desk to work on some translation. There are due the next time we meet, and I will be handing out your individual passages once these have all been turned in.” Their teacher sets a large stack of papers onto the corner of her desk, then gets to work erasing the whiteboard just as the bell rings. 

Students grab their bags and rush to take one of the packets before heading out to their final class of the day. Duke stays behind with Danny, waiting for most of the class to leave before swinging his backpack onto his shoulder and grabbing a packet for both of them.

He hands one to Danny, who takes it with some hesitancy and a quiet, “Thanks.”

He leaves before Duke does, and though it’s only a second between his leaving and Duke stepping out the door, Danny’s already vanished from sight.

As soon as school ends, Duke heads for the Hatch, hoping a quick evening patrol will help clear his mind. It’s a quiet evening, though, so he’s left with his thoughts more often than not, staring out over the city long enough that Oracle asks him if he’s alright.

Against his better judgment, he says, “I’ve been looking into something, but I’m not finding much. Can you do some research on Danny Fenton?”

Oracle is already typing before he finishes asking. “What am I looking for?”

“Anything. He’s… strange. I don’t know if he’s a meta or just lightly haunted. But there’s something up with him.”

“Do we need to be keeping a closer eye on him?”

Duke considers. None of them ask Oracle to look into specific people unless they’re dangerous. But danger is not the sense Duke gets from Danny. It’s more like he’s hiding, shying away from the world, constantly on edge. “No. If anything, he might be in danger. Something happened to him, because no one ends up like that by living an average life.”

“I’ll let you know what I find. Turn in for the night, it’s quiet out and you’re too distracted to patrol properly.”

“You got it, O.” He salutes the nearest camera, knowing she’ll see it, and makes his way back to the Hatch to change back into civies and get started on his homework.

When he next goes into his French classroom, all the desk has been rearranged so they’re all in pairs, side by side. Already, patterns are filling up the desks, so Duke heads for the back and sits down where Danny usually hides away. He’s not here yet, which is making Duke realize that he’s never actually seen Danny walk into the classroom and head to his seat.

Did he just never pay attention? Has Danny always just slipped in unnoticed until attendance was taken? How did Duke miss that?

There’s movement in the desk next to him. Duke goes to say that he’s waiting for his partner, so please sit somewhere else, when he realizes that it’s Danny who managed to sneak in yet again.

“Hey,” he says after a moment, hoping his surprise is hidden.

There’s a pause, and then Danny returns, “Hey, Duke.”

That’s all they have time for before class is starting and their teacher goes around to collect homework. She then hands out new packets, each one a different section of L’Ecume des Jours, and gives them the rest of class to begin working on translating it. 

Duke is already dreading it as he flips through the three pages they were given to translate, stapled to each other beneath the two page instructions of how to format the final translation, how to document their previous translation drafts, and what to include in the reflection essay. 

There’s no way he can get all of this done in a week. 

On the other hand, it gives him a week to learn more about Danny. He needs to make the most of it.

“This is a lot,” he comments, hoping to prod Danny into conversation.

Danny shrugs.

“Can we work on this together after school today? Or do you have plans?”

“We can work on it today,” Danny says, voice barely louder than a whisper. He’s already scanning the pages, underlining certain words and phrases. 

Duke hurries to get to work as well, trying to parse out meaning from the text through single words scattered on the page. 

Qu’est-ce que vous faites dans la vie, vous? 

J’apprends des choses, dit Colin. Et j’aime Chloé. 

Duke nods to himself. He definitely doesn’t know French. Well, he knows qu’est-ce que. He knows vous. He know j’apprends and j’aime Chloé. Also dit Colin. Fairly simple, but with the missing pieces to the rest of those sentences, he really doesn’t know what’s going on beyond the fact that it’s a conversation and Colin loves Chloé.

When he glances at Danny’s desk, he’s shocked to see that his partner is already translating the first few lines into something that reads like normal English.

“Oh, wow,” he says, leaning over to get a better look, “You’re definitely better at this than I am.”

“I just like languages,” Danny replies, turning his paper so Duke can read it more easily.

“Have you been hiding your French skills this entire time? I could have definitely used your help before this.”

Danny goes still for a moment, eyes flicking towards his right where a shadowy figure has placed a hand on his shoulder. Then he turns to fully face Duke and says, “Better late than never. What do you need help with?”

“Everything.”

His immediate answer makes Danny smile, and he begins talking in that soft, soothing voice of his. He talks about not trying to translate everything into English immediately, but to understand the French and take it in as a whole language itself. He talks about getting the idea of the text first, the feeling of it, before trying to fit it into English. He talks about splitting up the text into sections to make it easier.

And then he reads the text, entirely in French, and Duke did not have a thing for voices or multilingualism before this, but he sure does now.

“Qu’est-ce que vous faites dans la vie, vous?” Danny reads, reaching the end of the first page. The syllables come to his easily, his French smooth and steady. “J’apprends des choses, dit Colin.” His eyes dart up, off the page, and fix Duke in place. “Et j’aime Chloé.”

Duke has never been happier that he doesn’t blush so visibly with his dark skin because he feels downright romanced. It’s a mix of the French, of Danny’s addictive voice, of their closeness, of how intimate this dark corner of the room feels, tucked away from the rest of the class.

“We can work on the other pages after we finish translating this one,” Danny says, leaning back at bit. 

Duke nods, swallowing to chase away the dryness of his throat. “Sounds like a plan!” 

They work in silence for the rest of the class period, and once the bell rings, Danny says, “I’ll wait for you by the bus stop down the street,” before he slips out of reach and disappears into the throng of students heading to their last class. 

He’s beginning to think that he’s in way over his head. Duke can handle being in the middle of all the action, risking his life, fighting for others. He can handle staring down rogues and criminals and Gnomon. He can’t handle feelings and romance and other such things. Those are much scarier than a criminal shooting at him. At least with the criminal, he knows what to do and doesn’t just freeze up like he did with Danny.

The school day ends faster than he’s prepared for. As promised, Danny waits for him by the bus stop down the street, where other students are also waiting. 

They don’t wait for a bus, though. Danny just meets his eyes and begins walking away, leaving Duke to follow after him, matching his pace so they can walk side by side.

The shadows in the alleyway seem to reach towards them as they walk down it. Something about it doesn’t feel right, so Duke tries to quietly use his powers and force them back. 

He only has time to think, Oh, that was a bad idea, before Danny is shoving him against the wall, getting them both out of the way as a shadow solidifies and lashes out at them. He’s kept in place by strong hands on his chest, and Danny’s eyes are glowing lightly as he hisses at the shadows, making them rear back and settle down once more. 

As if given permission to reveal themselves, more shadowy figures and strange movements in the shadows emerge, surrounding them. 

“Danny, I don’t mean to alarm you, but—”

“I know,” Danny says. “I thought you might be able to see them too. Which is not good.”

“Sorry, man, it’s not like I can turn it off.”

“It’s fine. Just be more careful. They like me because I’m like them, but you just register as a threat. Either that, or prey.”

“Great,” Duke replies weakly, “Those are my favorite things to be. Are we… are we safe to move?”

Slowly, Danny steps back, no longer pressed right against Duke. Nothing moves to attack him, but it might be due to the glare fixed on Danny’s face, eyes still glowing.

“They’ll leave me alone, so…” He reaches a hand out, looking away. The hoodie isn’t able to hide the way his cheeks go red. “Don’t let go and we’ll be fine.”

“I hope this isn’t to lead me to my doom,” Duke jokes nervously as he accepts Danny’s hand, holding it tightly. 

Danny wiggles his fingers, making him loosen his grip, and then their fingers are lacing together. Duke stares down at their hands, wide eyed, and hopes he doesn’t look as flustered as he feels. 

“Not to your doom,” Danny reassures. “Just a coffee shop I thought you’d like.”

“Well, then, lead the way!”

“Allons-y,” Danny replies. 

Stealing glances at him as they walk, ghostly figure and shadow shrinking away from them, all Duke can think is that he doesn’t need to worry about Danny being evil. His immediate instinct to protect Duke has proved that. He’ll keep the investigation going, though, to make sure Danny is safe from others that could hurt him. 

Strange and unsettling as he may be, Danny’s also a smart, kind person who deserves more.

Duke is determined to make sure he gets it.

And if he gets a crush along the way, that’s his business and his business only. 

It looks like Step Two: Befriend Danny is finally complete. He’ll figure out the other steps later. For now, he has an evening of French in a coffee shop to look forward to.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #im glad youre enjoying my ghostlights fics so much!!! im having a blast writing them #thank u for giving me more propaganda to spread for the ghostlights agenda <3 #this could easily continue into a much larger fic that goes into danny relocating to gotham for his protection #and start mixing in dc's spirit world with danny phantom's ghost zone/infinite realms #its kinda two stories in one tbh #1: danny trying to protect his kind classmate from ghosts and gotham spirits leading to supernatural shenanigans #2: duke trying to protect this clearly hurt and lonely person which leads to getting him accidentally roped into superhero shenanigans #both are the protagonists of a ya novel where they stumble into a secret for the sake of protecting one person #idk if im getting that across well but if u know the vibes then u know what im talking abt

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MAYHEM 2018 - WEEK 2 - [ANON E] “CLANDESTINE DOWNFALL” (2)

Title: Clandestine Downfall

Summary: Bulma admires her family, and reflects on the danger she causes Yamcha. The Regent devises a plan to assassinate a King Vegeta loyalist who may spread propaganda to the influenceable prince.

Rating: T

Genre: Cloak and Dagger, Fantasy, Fairytale AU, Horror, Dark Fiction

TW: Violence, conspiracy for murder, assassination, injury description, poisoning, vomiting

Chapter 3: The Great General Falls

(Chapters 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7)

Recently, the great general had been ill. It was a cold of sorts at first, but the blood that spewed from his persistent cough made him believe it was likely consumption, probably a few months left. A year if he was lucky.  He had no family to speak of, save for the young prince. I won't be sorely missed, I suppose. He lamented, whilst waiting in the dining hall for breakfast. I just wish I didn't have to waste away locked in here. I'd much rather die honorably on the field of battle.

After a short time of lonely contemplation, the prince entered the dining hall.

“I thought you'd be here, general.” The prince jabbed at Nappa's tendency to be continually hungry and always eating.

“And whatever can I do for you today, my prince?” Nappa jabbed back at Vegeta’s tendency to be spoiled.

Tch. “I've solved quite a crime. A crime that requires a most brutal punishment. I had hoped you would like to join me?”

Nappa loved to deliver well deserved punishment. Even in his deteriorating state, he could feel his adrenaline surging at the thought of some justice. It had been a while, and boy was the general thirsty.

But before he could accept, the maiden servants made their way from the kitchen hoisting a plethora of tasty looking food.

A whole roast pig was the main course, followed by a quail egg quiche with fresh garden vegetables. It all smelled so delightful and enticing. Fresh baked breads and rolls with butter displayed in baskets lined the table. There was even a sugary brown apple tart, its juices still simmering from its recent encounter with the ovens.

“This's fa’ you, Gen’ral Nappa,” purred a sultry maiden with hair like autumn leaves. She set the tart in front of him and turned with a wink. Nappa’s face was set ablaze with the not so subtle flirt. She was a southern Irish woman, new to the court. She arrived the same day that the new chef did. A pale man named Hit.

“Ugh, of course,” the prince groaned.

“Vegeta I'm starving just let me down this tart and we can go. Promise.”

This might be the last time we can play vigilante, kid. The general thought, doubting his longevity.

 …

 Yamcha tied his pouch around his waist and his scarlet headband around his long raven hair. The breakup was amicable, but it still hurt him. He pressed his old rusty sword gently into the worn leather sheath. He made one last somber look back at the old run down hospital, and began his journey to elsewhere.

There was no destination in his mind, just far enough to give them some space and start anew, away from the Kingdom of Vegeta.

But Yamcha never made it that far.

 …

 Vegeta and Nappa mounted their horses and made a swift journey into the forest. It was overgrown and muddy, an obstacle for the stallions. Though it made them slower, it was not by much.

“We will be there within the hour,” Vegeta claimed reassuringly.

Nappa gave a grunt. He was feeling immensely ill, much worse than this morning. The consumption can't be progressing this quickly. He soothed himself. But with that thought a new anxiety presented itself. What if something else is causing this…

His heart trembled noticeably. His stomach turned. The great general felt the precursory salivation that indicated it was soon time to vomit. Whether he wanted to or not.

Vegeta had to halt his jet black horse at the sound of Nappa heaving.

“Gods Nappa, get ahold of yourself. You are far to hardy and fortitudinous to let a small flu have control of your body like that!” he commanded.  “Maybe I'd have done the job better on my own,” the prince sneered.

Nappa could physically feel the prince get farther away. And as the prince was sucked away, so was his voice. It was like he was trying to say something to Nappa, but all he heard were faraway and increasingly distant words. His heartbeat became uneven, its pulse matched the twisting in his stomach. His vision began to darken. This is… I've been poisoned…

Without so much as a grunt from Nappa, the prince felt concerned for the first time since Nappa had fallen ill a few days ago. He quickly dismounted to check on the brutish general. Dammit I just cleaned these boots. When he came up to Nappa's older paint stallion he got a good look at his face. He was pale, and perspiring profusely, and he smelt of sour rotten apples. The stallion was calm, but teetered between his left and right hooves in a show of concern. Even the horse knew something was wrong with his rider.

Nappa was visibly unconscious, which sent a spark of fear down the Prince’s spine.

And then Yamcha happened upon the scene. Not recognizing either male, he asked if everything was alright.

“Get away from us peasant, he’s just had a pint too many, and we were headed back anyway.” The prince glared at Yamcha.

Peasant? Is he a duke? Or…?

It became clear to Yamcha that this must be an envoy sent by the prince to arrest Bulma. She'd been found out. And he was the only person who could save her.

“Well?!” Vegeta became louder, “move along boy!” he ordered.

“This is privately owned land, what exactly are you doing here?” Yamcha challenged.

The challenge was accepted with a devilish smirk from the black haired noble.

“I'm here to enforce punishment for crimes committed against the crown last night,” he breathed as he inched closer to the former bandit.

“If you stand in my way I'll be forced to charge you with interference in an ongoing investigation.” He threatened, his voice low and calm like the eye of the storm, smirk still firmly in place.

Yamcha stood frozen, not quite from fear but not quite standing his ground. Though the man was visibly shorter than he, Yamcha was clearly less fit. And if the drunk brute came to his senses, Yamcha would surely be no match. He contemplated his options.

Nappa suddenly gained some composure as the threat of another retch plagued his stomach. “Aaaggh ouuuh,” he groaned, aligning his body to a sitting position, rather than a slumped unconscious one.

Both young raven haired men turned their attention to the tall burly rider. The horse readjusted himself as well, gaining comfort that his partner was aware again.

“Nappa…” Vegeta trailed, waiting for a signal or response from the general.

“Vegeta… I need a hospital immediately. I've been poisoned.” Nappa shuddered, grasping his stomach.

“Poisoned?!” the two young men gasped in unison. Vegeta sent a growl and glare to Yamcha, as if to say how dare you speak when I speak!

Yamcha, taken aback by the odd encounter, had an idea. Maybe Bulma could help save this man, with her vast medical and scientific knowledge, not to mention the equipment the old hospital still housed. She could save this man as penance for her crime, and be saved whatever unjust punishment the prince had ordered.

“I- There's a hospital just up here, I'm sure it's where you were headed! There is a very knowledgeable maiden who can h-help this man,” Yamcha stammered.

“Oh, so you know her? And what of the old doctor? Is he not available? Has he fled the kingdom in embarrassment of his crossdressing daughter?” Vegeta prodded, rudely.

“...Doctor Briefs died a few years back. Bulma is taking care of the children he left behind on her own. But it's of no concern right now, we have to treat this man or he will die!”

Seeing no other option, the prince directed the boy to lead Nappa's horse and follow him to the old hospital.

 …

 The cottage was not far. Nappa was able to stay conscious for the remainder of the trip, though he was too weak for conversation. The two young men had an immediate dislike for each other, and thus a very silent and awkward journey was had.

Bulma was preparing breakfast for Goku and Tien when she heard hoof beats outside.  The sharp edge of her butcher's knife stopped halfway through the blood red apple she was slicing for the boys.

Sensing her fear the boys immediately stopped everything thing they were doing and waited silently for a reaction.

This is it. Bulma's worst fears were finally true. They were here to imprison her, and take her siblings away. Or worse…

Without hesitation she signalled the boys to quietly rouse the other 5 children, and meet in the cellar.

She was able to carry Launch without waking her, but Chichi was another story.  The petite girl quietly rustled, waking when she was lifted from her resting place.

“What's goin-"

“Shhh, Chichi, don't wake Launch.” Bulma interrupted her.

She pressed the two small girls into each arm, locking them in her protection, for what it was worth.

Tien had the apprehensive Krillin by the hand, almost dragging him behind. But Goku, Oolong and Lazuli were nowhere in sight.

And then there was a banging on the door. Bulma threw her hand over her mouth, looking at Tien. The boy's eyes were searching, for his siblings and for reassurance from his rock, his protector and older sister, Bulma. But she had no such reassurance to give him.

To be continued…

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