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Danny secretly reforming LoV

(aka there are benefits of having 2 forms and being an underground hero/ spy other than flushing out human trafficking rings)

Danny is a secret powerhouse.

Sure, he's got the powers and personality for his daytime endeavors, but that's always been Phantom.

Fenton, however, is a different story.

He's got a few useful powers, and he's been asked on several occasions to work with some underground heroes that he just ended up being some sort of a double agent. Phantom is daylight, Fenton is nighttime, and neither are getting any kind of sleep.

Tonight, he gets a tip from about a bar.

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Meeting the League of Villains like this was not something he had mentally prepared himself for, but due to his general experiences he's able to school his expressions pretty well.

He's advertised his quirk to his contact as a general enhancer. His senses and strength are different enough from his more physical ghost powers for this to be a solid play, and keeping these particular cards close to his chest has gotten out of more than a couple scrapes. So when he walks into the bar owned by the League, he stands a bit taller, quirks his head a bit more, sniffs the air, and narrows his eyes at everybody.

He's a big guy. He got his father's genetics when it came to height, and he comes up to a respectable 6'7", and with his many years of training and hero work, he's bulked out quite a bit. All this to say is, even Fenton is a formidable foe. In the lion's den, he's gotta show that he's not one to be messed with.

"Name's Yokai," Danny tells them. "I heard you might be looking for new members?"

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It goes well enough. Danny proves he can bring his own natural talents to the table, and lies through his teeth enough to convince them he's fully on their side. And though he didn't lie about hating the government and the Commission, it's still a pretty solid performance.

There's a weird energy around Kurogiri that sends a cold shiver down his spine. It's enough to clock that there isn't something completely human going on, but not enough to actually activate his ghost sense, which in and of itself is a relief. He has no idea how he would explain that when it's not a part of his known quirks.

Instead, he talks with Spinner first.

He's a stoic kinda guy who seems to be higher up in the ranks due to his ability to keep up with Shigaraki in various video games. He doesn't say much, but when he does speak it's practiced, calculated, as if one wrong word will get him thrown out. Danny knows it's something he's probably had to deal with his entire life. Not everybody is so accepting of mutation quirks that are as drastic as Spinner's.

He's also one of Stain's followers, which will either make things incredibly complicated, or a little easier on him.

Toga is, too, and it looks like Dabi has his own plans. The League for him just seems to be a way to enact them without much getting in his way.

He shares hobby with Spinner and gossips with Toga while they do each other's hair. While he can't let her feed on him for obvious reasons, every time he visits them he makes sure to bring a bag with him that he steals from a random hospital.

With Magne they talk about different parenting tactics, because while neither of them technically are, they're close enough. Danny's got Elle and Magne has this colorful crew to look after. They also talk about sexuality and gender, and Danny has had no discomfort in showing her the twin scars on his chest.

If they hug it out after that particularly emotional conversation, well, everybody is smart enough to keep their mouths shut.

With Mr. Compress, he's more of a theatrical kind of guy. Danny brushes up on his Shakespeare, giving a million thanks to Mr. Lancer as he does so, so he can converse with the man. Danny shows him a few complicated card tricks that make Compress chuckle at him as if he's a child, but Danny doesn't find himself minding one bit.

He goes through the whole League like that, more or less. He doesn't know when this became less of an information-gathering mission and more of a gentle-reformation one instead, but he can't say the results aren't there. They all look a bit more relaxed and at ease. Danny finds himself wanting to take care of them.

He of all people understands what it's like being different. Growing up quirkless and then struggling after his accident, he's never quite fit in. Unfit for regular society, not human enough or ghost enough to properly be in either world. He finds that most of the League have the mindset they'd of because of how society has treated them. And while their actions haven't been okay, he can't say he doesn't understand. If he had had a worse support system he probably would have ended up just like them.

Kurogiri is the one he doesn't hang out with much. Not because of any particular reason. He's usually busy cleaning, or breaking up fights, or setting up meetings or off doing who knows what. Because of his fast travel ability he's constantly running errands for everybody.

But when he does take a moment and slow down, he and Danny share some tea together. Or rather, Danny drinks tea in Kurogiri's quiet comfort. His motivations seem more protective than they are malicious, and that's something that Danny understands all too well. Even if the one he's protecting is a mislead murderer.

Because of their naturally ghostly nature, the two can communicate seamlessly without words. There's this underlying current of emotions that only they're aware of, and Danny's not sure if Kurogiri really even notices. Having not been around ectoplasm or ghosts in general, it can be hard to put a name to what this weird emotional feedback loop is. But Danny's got plenty of experience under his belt to realize that it's ghost related.

With this feedback loop and Kurogiri's general vibe, he eventually figures it out. It takes him a long time, but once he learned it was possible, the answer seemed obvious.

Two souls forcibly inhabiting one body, and neither one of them are in true control. He's not really sure how it was done, and he's not sure how to fix it without completely blowing his cover. Going in and separating the parasite from the host wouldn't be too much trouble with his overshadowing ability, but it's not something he can just do in the presence of the League.

He sips his tea instead.

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There's something familiar about the name Shigaraki but Danny can't for the life of him place it. Maybe it's because he raided the USJ during a training exercise in a desperate attempt to kill All Might. Maybe it's because he's the leader and figurehead of the League. But it's more than that, isn't it?

He just can't figure it out.

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Months go by like this. Danny brings them things like medical supplies, gloves for Shigaraki, books for Compress, some high end burn cream for Dabi to prolong the effects of his quirk. He takes care of them, and in turn they trust him with information. Not enough to really do anything with it, but sometimes they tell him about a drop that happened, or a supply run they're hitting. A man named Sensei is mentioned more often than not, and he has to wonder if they've told this guy about Danny as much as they've told Danny about Sensei.

He's more than a little intrigued by this mysterious boogieman, and more concerned by the second about the mental toll he's taken on Shigaraki.

It's obvious the kid-because that's what he is to an immortal like Danny-didn't have a nice childhood. With a quirk like his, he probably had a rough awakening. His parents either didn't accept it or they were killed, or maybe they abandoned him. Either way, the clear malicious intent Sensei has with Shigaraki rubs Danny the wrong way, but he's not sure how to broach the subject without setting him off, and tipping everybody off that he's not really who he says he is.

It all comes to a head when Danny is invited to meet this Sensei character. He goes through Kurogiri's portal somewhere in the middle of the pack, with Shigaraki leading the charge. They enter into this large, cavernous room with giant Nomu test tubes lining the walls. In the very back, sitting on a high chair above the reason of them, was a man that just had an overwhelming sense of wrong. Hooked up to dozens of machines, Danny could tell that this man was more powerful than most of the S-Tier villains and ghosts he's fought. And judging from the weird energy that's similar to Kurogiri's, with an underlying current of maliciousness, it's not a surprising realization to Danny that this person should be dead.

"Ah, the famous Yokai," the villain drawls. Danny narrows his eyes as he feels a prodding sensation in the back of his mind, and firmly puts up all of his mental defenses. He's been mind controlled enough to know what it feels like, and he's not about to let some boogieman get the advantage on him.

"Ah, it seems like your heightened senses are good for more than just surveillance," the man says.

"It's a fun little party trick," Danny replies, trying his best to keep the edge out of his voice. Judging from the side eye that Dabi gives him, it's obvious he doesn't do a very good job of it.

The League up to this point has always been pretty laid back. Dabi especially usually has this aloof vibe he puts off, but all of them seem to be on high alert now. Backs are straight and their attention is forcibly stolen by the man in the chair.

"It's not very often that my young pupil finds someone worth his interest."

The nagging feeling in the back of his head is back, a more forceful prodding this time, and Danny closes his eyes to focus on blocking the intruder out. When he opens them again, there's a distinct chill in the air, and everyone has taken a step back from him.

He doesn't need to look in a mirror to know that his eyes are a ghostly green.

Fuck.

"You should be dead," Danny tells Sensei. His voice has this unearthly echo too it, laired in a way that tells everybody he's got just as much power as the man sitting in front of them. There's a sense of danger coming from from him, but it's directed at Sensei. His protective aura washes over the League, wanting to keep them from this battle for their own safety.

He takes a deep breath in, and lets his transformation take place. As he does so, it's like a little piece to the puzzle has unlocked itself.

Years ago-nearly a hundred years ago now-Clockwork had told Danny about a man named Shigaraki. About how he's cheated death time and time again, and how he will continue to do so. Danny had asked if he needed to go and stop him, and Clockwork had said it wasn't the right time.

With the man right in front of him, Danny can't think of a better opportunity.

The League steps back and braces for battle, and as much as Danny understands, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

"I'm sorry for lying to you all," he tells them. "But for what it's worth, I truly do consider you to be friends."

Without anymore fanfare, Danny launches himself at All for One.

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It's a long battle that takes down most of this mysterious warehouse they're in, as well as several of the nomus.

Danny pulls himself out of the rubble, stumbling as he does so. he's heavily injured, and ectoplasm is leaking out of him at an alarming rate, but dying is quite possibly the least of his worries.

During the fight, the League had tried to help, but it seems as though All for One wanted Danny to himself. He had protected them from AfO for as long as he could, but in the end Kurogiri was forced to take everyone away.

They would never trust him again. They would never want to be around him again. Danny should be okay with that because they're villains and he's a hero but he knows deep down that it's far more complicated than the black and white world most people want to believe in. Just because they're villains doesn't mean they're inherently bad people.

All for One is gone. Died and ended, with no hopes of ever coming back as a ghost, but in doing so he pushed away his friends. This little family he's found himself in.

There are helicopters and news anchors and paramedics and whatnot, and it's all too loud, too much, and it nearly overwhelms him.

So he disappears.

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He doesn't want to go home to his lonely apartment so he doesn't. He can't call anybody or tell anybody because this is off the record and confidential to the nth level. So he goes to the one safe place he can think of.

Floating into the bar, he's not surprised to see it abandoned. Everything is still there, left behind by the previous owners, but nobody's there to greet him like usual.

It's fine. Danny expected this.

He didn't expect the ache in his core to come with it though.

He goes through the motions of hunting down a half decent first aid kit and gets to work, dumping alcohol on his wounds and sewing them up with practiced precision.

He's about halfway through with a particularly nasty gash on his arm when Kurogiri's portal opens in the middle of the bar, and the League steps out.

They look pissed, and Danny can't blame them. If he were them, he'd be pissed too. But now that his secret is out, he can finally do something he's been itching to do for months.

He ties off the stitches and wipes it down with a relatively clean rag before stepping up to Kurogiri. Everybody tenses, but with a nod from Kurogiri, they don't attack.

Danny transforms once more, and places his hands inside of Kurogiri's chest.

With his experience, it only takes a couple of minutes to separate the two. He pulls this purple, pulsing blob out of the host, and without anything to feed on, it dissipates.

Who's left is a man with clouds for hair and a bandage over his nose.

"i-I'm me again," he says, almost in awe.

"Took me a while to figure it out since I was undercover, but I figured that might help you out. Having a parasite forcibly put into your body like that can't exactly be good for your health."

"Thank you. Name's Oboro Shirakumo. Legally dead, I guess."

"Well, that makes two of us, I suppose."

"What do you mean? You're a daylight hero at the top of the charts, there's no way you're dead!"

Danny gives Toga a small, sad smile.

"Phantom is a daylight hero. Fenton, though...He's been legally dead for nearly a hundred years."

It takes a while to explain the accident and his growing up quirkless, but in the end, the League doesn't kill him. Maybe because they know it won't do them much good. But by the time he's done, he gives them an opportunity.

"Listen, I know things are complicated now, but...I've got a big house with more than enough rooms for everybody if you need a place to stay."

Wordlessly, the League looks to Shigaraki, who mulls over it for quite some time before shrugging.

"As long as it's better than this dump."

Danny can't help but give a relieved grin.

"Let's go home, then."

#mha #bnha #danny phantom #danny fenton #my hero academia #boku no hero acadeamia #boku no hero academia #lov #league of villains #afo #all for one

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quirkless-accident · 1 year

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Ease the Pain

TW: Recreational marijuana use -----

Danny breathed in deep, taking in the crisp, cold air nipping at his ears. Despite the chill he wore no shirt and no shoes, much more comfortable in the colder weather with the least amount of clothes he could get away with wearing.

He took a second, just like he always did on nights like these, to sit back and appreciate the moon in all of her glory. She was a waning crescent tonight, partially covered by clouds that threatened rain in the morning.

He took another deep breath in, held it for a moment, and let it out slowly. It was late-or early depending on who you were-and despite the peaceful night and the comforting cold, he couldn't sleep. Everything just hurt so much today. And it's not unusual for his body to reject him like this. being electrocuted will do that to a person, after all. So will the hero training and internships and secret missions he's going on. His joints are for sure upset with him.

He's tried several types of different medications, but due to his metabolism none of them seem to work for long periods of time. And because it's chronic pain that he has, there's not much Recovery Girl can do.

Sam came through, though. It was one overwhelming night of pain where he couldn't stop the crying or the emotional spiral, but in the end she had just what he needed. Or rather her grandmother did since she was the one with the med card, but that's neither here nor there. What matters most is that he has one pre-roll left, and he's fully intending to use it.

He checks the pockets of his sweatpants for his lighter that he forgot, before sighing in frustration. He puts one end of the joint in his mouth, and pinches the other with his thumb and index finger, using his powers to light it. It glows green for a moment, and then bright red. Danny takes a drag, inhales one more time for good measure, and lets it out slow.

The first hit never does much for him, but it's a meditative part of his process that he appreciates just as much as the high itself.

He started smoking in secret about a year ago, when the pain started to get unbearable. By itself, before all of the constant hero shit, it was no problem to deal with. Just a little nagging sensation in the back of his head that was easy to tune out. It wasn't supposed to be a long term solution, especially when he's technically doing it illegally, but it's the only thing that works for longer than a few minutes.

Besides, he graduates from U.A. in three months, and turns eighteen in one, where he'll then be able to get his card. So no harm no foul, really. And even if he does get in trouble with the school, it'll probably just be no more than a slap on the wrist. He's so close to finishing, and he's got a steady hero he's working under until he can save up for his own agency.

he takes another drag and taps off the ash from the end of his joint. There's a cold tingle starting to go up his temples, and a pleasant buzzing in the back of his brain that quiets his louder, more harmful thoughts.

Another drag. He closes his eyes, focusing on the way the cold wind feels against his exposed skin, savoring it like a weighted blanket. His core hums. The pain starts to ease.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Danny flinches hard, not having heard his teacher come up behind him. He drops his half-finished joint and it falls onto one of the other's patios. Danny whirls around, trying to act casual even though he knows his teacher definitely saw all of that.

"Mr. Aizawa! What are you doing up here so late?" He asks, trying to will the smell of weed away.

His teacher quirks an eyebrow, but he doesn't look upset. Though it's a little hard to tell. One eye is covered by the eye patch, and he's bundled in warm clothes, with a thick, grey scarf that's not his capture weapon wrapped around the bottom half of his face.

"Came to check on you," his teacher says as he walks up to Danny. "It's late. Couldn't sleep?" he asks again.

"Not tonight," Danny answers.

"Hm."

They stand there for a moment, Aizawa casually looking him up and down while Danny's anxiety spikes, because even though he's not worried about getting in trouble with the school, he's still very terrified of getting in trouble with Aizawa.

"Relax, kid," Aizawa tells him. "I'm not here to bust your balls about weed."

"You're not?"

"It would be pretty hypocritical of me, don't you think?" Aizawa asks him. he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a new joint, and a little yellow lighter. He lights it, takes a drag, and hands it to Danny, who, for a moment, is too stunned to do anything.

"I didn't know you smoked," Danny says as he finally takes the offered weed.

"Usually I use edibles, but Hizashi almost mixed it up with the regular brownies the other day. Nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw Eri eating like, four of them."

Danny chuckles at the image as he hands the joint back to his teacher. It's no secret that he and Present Mic are married, but it's not often that Aizawa tells them anything like this about his personal life. Usually this kind of thing comes from Mic during the downtime they sometimes have in class.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just passing the joint back and forth. Danny forces his muscles to relax as he focuses on the tingle in his temples, and his mouth is twitching up into a smile without his control.

"I get it, you know," Aizawa says after a few minutes.

"Get what?" Danny asks, taking another drag.

"The need," Aizawa says, nodding towards the joint. "I smoke to take the edge off the pain, or just to relax because my hell class is about to graduate and be out on their own. Weather's been changing a lot, though. Makes my leg ache more than usual."

Danny sometimes forgets about his teacher's prosthetic, but now that he's pointed it out it makes a lot of sense. Metal being joined to the skin with the healing fast tracked by certain medical quirks is bound to have some lasting effect. And if he's actually saying something about it to someone who isn't recovery Girl or Present Mic, it must be pretty bad.

"It helps with my chronic pain," Danny tells him. "The neuropathic pain caused from the accident."

Aizawa, as well as the whole class, found out about Danny's secret during the War, when they were tossing around suggestions about bringing ghosts in to the fight since the League had briefly recruited Vlad. It had been a...Interesting conversation.

"Does it flare up a lot?" Aizawa asks him.

"Some nights are worse than others," Danny offers. "The cold sometimes helps. But the marijuana is more consistently effective.

"And regular pain killers?" Aizawa asked, but Danny doesn't mind. It's not invasive or judgmental, the way his teacher asks him. He's just curious.

"My metabolism is too fast for them. Even the really strong stuff only lasts about an hour at the longest, and it doesn't do much overall. Weed is nice, cause it relaxes my body, and my thoughts go all quiet, and my pain eases a bit. I can actually get a full night's sleep with it."

"It makes Hizashi really loopy," Aizawa tells him. Maybe it's the weed, or maybe it's just the solidarity of using it to ease their respective pains, but Danny's happy that Aizawa is opening up to him like this. In just a few short months they'll be more colleagues than anything. And they'll probably work together a lot, too, since Danny has one foot in the underground scene. "He gets really giggly, then really hungry, and then he passes out for twelve hours."

"I got Jazz to try it once," Danny says through his laughter. "But it was through brownies. And there was a batch for me and my friends, the strong stuff, and a weaker batch, and she thought they were both the same. She was way more paranoid than usual, but her second trip went way better."

They were up their for a while. They finished the first joint not long after, and Danny went down to get the one he dropped when Aizawa had accidentally scared him, and finished that one, too.

Later, in his bed staring up at the glow in the dark star stickers, he felt his whole body relax into the mattress. The pain had been dulled, almost nonexistent for now. There's an almost overwhelming sense of relief. Of peace. Like everything is a little more manageable for a little while longer.

He manages to sleep through the whole night.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #bnha #mha #boku no hero acadeamia #my hero academia #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #weed #marijuana #tw: drugs #tw: recreational drug use

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