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princessfanonanona · 2 years

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“So let me get this straight,” Danny rubs his temples. He floats just out of range of the rather…jumpy creatures.

Sam can be heard over the comms cackling.

“This is where Tucker runs off to every month?”

Somewhere above him, Valerie chokes on a cough that devolves into wheezing.

“Fucking-”

One of the creatures gets a high enough leap to snap at his foot.

“Furry Conventions?!”

“That's insulting!” Ellie yells from her spot cuddled amongst the werewolves, “And ‘weres’ is also derogatory so don’t use that either.”

Sam has devolved into gasping for air.

“Oh- no-” Valerie gasps between wheezing laughter, “Wait hold on- I can’t- this is too good-!”

Danny facepalms.

“Wait, Ellie,” Sam audibly swallows her laughter down to speak. “Please be serious, why do you know about this?”

“Well, I ran into a pack on my travels and kinda just stuck around?” Ellie shrugs, before rolling over to hug the wolf she was using as a pillow. He- she (???) turns their big head to nuzzle the top of Ellie’s head.

“Oh Ancients,” Danny scrubs his face with his hands.

“You know,” Valerie says, faux serious and absolutely smirking behind her mask, as she drifts closer to Danny. “You always did want a dog.”

Sam breaks into a new bout of cackles.

Danny groans, a noise that just emanates from his entire being.

“You know,” Ellie peers up at them, “Really gives a new meaning to ‘man’s best friend’.”

“I hate all of you,” he grumbles, “So much. You’re all the worst.”

The werewolf with Tucker’s hat makes a leap at Valerie. He misses by a mile and lands in a heap.

Valerie leans over to observe him for a moment, “It’s comforting to know he’s still as clumsy even without the wolfitude.”

The one they assume to be Tucker grumbles in whuffing noises. Shaking his head, he loses the hat as he shifts further.

Skin rippling, bone crunching, he drops onto paws a very tall actual wolf in his place.

"Well that was simultaneously disgusting and kinda cool…wait. Can he hear me?"

Tucker lifts his head to bark.

An actual, domesticated dog, type of bark.

"That means yes."

"Gee thanks Ellie," Valerie rolls her eyes hard enough, her head goes with it. "I mean, will he remember this? Or will this be like a fever dream for him?"

Ellie blinks big blue eyes up at Valerie.

"You mean if he's fully aware of things?" One of the wolves speaks up from the edge of the group. She stands proud, partially shifted and looking a lot like Wulf. "Then yes."

Valerie facepalms.

"Uh, hi," Danny offers a small wave, floating closer to her. "Sorry to interrupt your…gathering."

"Despite how we may look, I assure you that we have existed long before the mere concept of furries did."

Danny's cheeks darken, "Sorry, I was just surprised."

The wolf hums, or the equivalent of the noise, her shift making it more of a deep rumble. "Ellie has said much about her cousin and his friends."

“Good things I hope?” Valerie asks flying over to join them.

She offers nothing more than a wolfish grin.

“With you two flying so high, you’re making the pack restless,” a new wolf says.

Danny turns to her and blinks.

He rubs his eyes and stares with a gaping mouth.

“Honestly, Danny, I know you have better manners than that,” the wolf laughs.

“Mrs. Foley?!”

She laughs, a great roaring laughter with her wolfish muzzle tipped back.

“Oh. My. God.” Valerie whispers. Sam has returned to cackling over the comms.

“Samantha, dear, you know it’s rude to laugh at someone,” Angela Foley chides with good nature.

“Wait, you can hear me?” Sam asks over the comms.

“Clear as day,” the first wolf woman says.

“Well, that’s some super hearing,” Valerie says, turning partially to Danny, “Can you hear that well?”

Danny shakes his head.

“Now will you two come down and stop bothering the pack?”

Danny and Valerie look at each other before dropping onto the grass.

“Wait,” Danny blinks, a thought finally catching up to him. He goes bug eyed at Angela, a hand pointing dramatically at her.

She arches a furry brow back at him.

Tucker takes this moment to leap at Danny, a mouthful of sharp fangs biting his extended wrist and tugging him off his feet.

Half of the pack howls with laughter as Tucker drags Danny around the clearing by his wrist. The other half too busy sniffing at Valerie.

“Tucker! Stop! This is serious!” Danny half yells, half whines.

“Ah, I see,” the first wolf says, putting a hand to her snout.

“See what?” Valerie asks, moving backwards closer to the only seemingly sane people in the clearing.

“I was just telling Blythe that it was strange Danny always got so hurt,” Angela starts.

The first wolf, Blythe, gestures at the scene of the boys running around the clearing, Ellie leaving her wolf pillow to join the chase.

“This explains it pretty well. He just forgets, doesn't he?”

A soft slap is heard over the comms, presumably Sam face paling, as she groans.

Valerie watches the scene for a moment. “Yeah okay, that tracks.”

#danny phantom #phantasyphest2022 #day 3: urban fantasy #werewolf tucker #crack fic #nona writes #i am aware i am late but technically!!! speaking!!!! this was written i just failed to post it #sorry

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inverseinvert · 2 years

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Something has clicked in my brain and I finally realised I can draw what I want!! Was reading the We Are Who We Are series by Gingersnapped on AO3

Highly recommend btw

So here is Werewolf!Tucker and a more ghoulish Danny

#equinox au #danny fenton #danny phantom #tucker foley #werewolf #werewolf tucker #Danny phantom au

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weshney · 1 year

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The Accident

Here's my one and only submission to the lineart side of the Green With Envy event!

This took me 15 hrs....

But after @tytach made that wonderful meme for me I had to respond!

#greenwithenvy2023 #danny phantom #phandom #dp fanart #line art #yes i know the quote is wrong but it sounds better this way. fight me.#cat girl sam #werewolf tucker #ferret danny

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phantom088 · 1 year

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Wednesday and Danny Phantom Crossover

Damn... I just had a random ass thought... what if there was a crossover between Danny Phantom and Wednesday but not in the way you would think.

So imagine this. There is a new student at the School for outcasts and he came from a little town called Amity Park. At first he's a bit shy, mostly keeping to himself but once you get to know him he can become really talkative. He loves technology and raw meat which is fitting due to the fact he's a werewolf.

In case you haven't guessed it by now... this new student is werewolf Tucker lol.

I mean, in all honesty I've never payed much attention to werewolf Tucker when I scroll through Tumblr or Pinterest or what not... but today I stopped at a picture and stared at it as I thought about Enid and Wednesday and holy shit this be a banger AU crossover!

I mean, I can imagine Enid and Tucker becoming great friends since you know... werewolves.

But yeh, just a silly idea lol.

Feel free to build off of this, just let me know if ya do.

#wednsday addams #Wednesday #Tucker Foley #Werewolf Tucker #danny phantom #crossover #crossover prompt #Enid #Prompts #Danny Phantom prompts

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sorotrax-sideblog · 2 years

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Big Bad Wolf

For Day 3 of PhantasyPhest 2022

[Read on Ao3]

Summary:

It was kind of ironic that the reason they were going “camping” now was because of a camping trip that the three of them took a month ago. Sam had been getting into her Witch roots, after finding out about her great grandmother’s legacy through Grandma Ida. Sam was ecstatic that the craft wouldn’t end with her great grandmother, and in between college classes was investing all her time into learning more about it. They’d all thought a trip to the woods would be great for her, and it was! Sam was able to get in touch with nature, Danny had a great time flying through and above the trees, and Tucker… Tucker got bitten by a werewolf. And tonight was his first full moon.

Wind whipped Danny’s hair from the half open window, and for the seventh time or so he wished he could just fly beside the car he was in. But it was just him and Tucker out here, and it would be a pretty jerk move to leave him to drive in a car alone.

Tucker’s “For You” Spotify playlist had run out of music and was just playing whatever it wanted now; they'd been on the road for an hour and a half. The two boys chatted and yelled and played dumb on the road games for the first hour, but the gravity of why they were out here settled in them shortly after that hour was up.

Danny glanced at Tucker’s hands on the steering wheel and saw that his grip was a little too tight. Danny could practically feel the waves of anxiety coming off of his best friend and it put him on edge. Tucker’s scent was even different, now. Wild, spiced, electric just under Tucker’s skin.

Tucker got bitten by a werewolf. And tonight was his first full moon.

Danny looked out at the trees they were passing and remembered. He remembered hearing Tucker’s scream, he never wanted to hear his best friend scream like that ever again. Danny remembered shifting as soon as his sharp ears heard Tucker’s shattered voice, his claws rendering the wolf into ribbons.

Remembered the amount of blood covering his best friend-

Danny squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to think about literally anything else. He settled on feeling grateful that Tucker was still here . He leaned over and put the top of his head against Tucker’s shoulder. Tucker, in turn, snorted.

“Danny, dude, I’m driving,” Tucker quirked a smile in Danny’s direction, his eyes not leaving the road.

“I did offer to drive, and you said no ,” Danny bumped his head against Tucker’s shoulder one more time before sitting up again. “Did you want to see if we can find somewhere to eat before we get to the camping grounds?”

“After eating all this beef jerky on the way? Nah, I think I’m good.”

Danny knew this was really just Tucker’s way of saying I don’t think I can eat until after all this is over .

“Yeah, sure, man. We can just have hotdogs later.” Danny tried to smooth over the tension.

It didn’t work.

The campsite was, thankfully, very empty. There seemed to be only one other group that was staying in the location, and they were far away from where Danny and Tucker had reserved a spot. Regardless of having the spot to themselves, they weren’t planning on actually setting up any tents. Danny, Tucker, and Sam had 0 knowledge or experience with anything that wasn’t a ghost so really they didn’t know anything. How soon Tucker would change, if he would change at all, how long the change would last, if he would retain any of his sense of self.

The plan was to park, get out, and find a clearing where they could be alone until anything happened. If anything happened. Sam desperately wanted to come with, but ultimately agreed that it would be best if she didn’t after Tucker had practically begged her not to. They really just didn’t know what to expect.

Danny slammed the passenger door shut and went to get the backpack from the trunk. Even though they wouldn’t be putting a tent up, they still brought food and water for the trip. Danny heard Tucker lock the car once the trunk had been slammed shut as well. He looked over to where Tucker stood, his face to the sky and eyes closed, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. Danny took a moment to take in the woods as well, smelling every living (and non-living) thing in their close proximity. The sun was setting, and it would be dark out soon.

Tucker looked over at Danny, and Danny was surprised to see shining silver disks looking back at him.

Is that how I look, when people see me? Danny wondered. He tilted his head and shrugged at Tucker.

“You wanna get to grandmother’s house on time or what? I got like thirty cold hot dogs in here that I’m sure she would want.” Danny joked, shrugging the backpack on his back.

“Why did we even choose hot dogs?” Tucker asked, waiting for Danny to fall in line with him before they started off into the deeper woods. “It’s like, the worst meat that you can have cold.”

“Don’t even get me started on hot dog water,” Danny’s footsteps were quiet, and it dawned on him that Tucker’s were much more quiet than they’d ever been in his life.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure Sam would gloat about it now,” Tucker ducked under a low branch and held it so that Danny wouldn’t have to do the same. “Even if soy dogs are gross.”

“Eh, they’re not bad,” Danny stopped before a clearing in the forest. “This looks like an okay place? I think we’re deep enough in.”

“That’s what she said.”

Danny threw an unimpressed look at Tucker who snorted.

The atmosphere was so heavy despite the two of them doing their best to keep it light. Tucker’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, and Danny frowned as he realized that Tucker’s hands were shaking. Without hesitation, Danny grabbed one of Tucker’s hands in his own. God, he was so warm , the extreme opposite to Danny’s own chill. He led Tucker over to a tree trunk that had fallen over and decided it’d be their couch for the next couple hours.

They sat together in the quiet for some time, Danny squeezing Tucker’s hand any time he felt his friend shudder.

“It feels really weird,” Tucker broke the silence with a whisper. “My blood feels too hot. That sounds like, really stupid right? My blood? But that’s all I can feel…And this pressure under my skin, like I’m too big for it.

“Maybe it’s because I feel scared,” Tucker continued. His breath caught in his throat as he took a breath. “‘Cuz I feel really, really scared, Danny.”

Danny looked at Tucker’s face, and found that to be true. He wished he could take it away from Tucker, put it on his own shoulders. He hooked his elbow around Tucker’s, putting their arms together to be closer.

“I know,” Danny whispered back. “Me too, Tuck. But I’m here. I’ll do what I can, whatever you need.”

“I…Danny, if I-” Tucker clicked his jaw shut. With his free hand he rubbed at his eyes. “If I somehow get to those campers, please promise me you’ll-”

“That won’t happen, dude,” Danny interrupted. He tried a smile. “I know you’re gunna just be a big ol’ puppy.”

Tucker coughed a watery laugh, and smiled a wobbly smile.

“Okay, that’s not as fun on the receiving end.”

“Yeah, see? You started this, furball.” Danny bumped Tucker’s shoulder with his own.

“You can’t call me that yet, we don’t even know if anything is going to happen.” Danny didn’t have to look at Tucker’s face or listen to his heartbeat to know he didn’t believe it.

But they both still hoped.

A couple hours passed and the woods were dark, extremely dark. However, that didn’t deter the two boys who weren’t human anymore. They could see in the dark just fine.

Tucker’s breathing had picked up speed in the last couple minutes, and suddenly he was up and off the log they’d been sitting on so he could pace. Danny watched with a calculated gaze. His newly pointed ears listening to the blood pump in Tucker’s heart, rushing fast, so, so fast .

“What are you feeling right now?” Danny asked quietly.

Tucker didn’t answer immediately, rubbing his hands over his arms, and then in his hair, and on his arms again.

“It feels like- I need to do something,” Tucker’s pacing did not falter, he looked like a rubber band pulled taught and ready to be released. “I can’t stay still, I can’t-”

Tucker gasped suddenly, dropping to his knees and gripped his arms. Danny didn’t waste any time and shifted to his more ghostly form. He dropped to all fours so he could be level with Tucker, but kept his distance.

“It’s so much, Danny it’s so much, it’s too much!” Tucker’s words were warping, his breathing became hyperventilated. He ripped his shirt off his body and Danny realized he could see steam coming off of his friend’s back. It was late September, too early for snow but late enough for the air to be chilled. Tucker was a furnace in the cool air.

“What can I do, Tuck? What do you need?” Danny’s words were desperate but he tried to keep them strong. To be Tucker’s rock. But man, was it ever hard. His core twinged as he felt helpless.

Tucker just shook his head and grimaced, his body shaking violently. His eyes were wide, his pupils blown.

“I-I feel it, it’s here it’s-” Tucker gasped and his skin rippled .

Danny was still like the dead thing he was. The next couple of minutes felt too long and yet fast as lightning all at once.

Tucker fell over on his side and spasmed like he had a full body cramp, his limbs moving without any rhyme or reason. Strange pulses of something roamed over Tucker’s skin. It wasn’t visible, not really, but Danny could feel it . On the last pulse the change came, and it came quickly.

Tucker’s everything stretched .

A snout appeared, ears shifting with Tucker’s head until they stopped on top of his head. Claws replaced human nails, arms and legs reaching, re-forming. Fur rippled from snout all the way to a newly formed tail. Danny was grateful that Tucker had taken off his shoes and socks, since he was now digitigrade.

It stopped altogether as quickly as it came, and the air was still once again.

Danny didn’t dare move. He listened and heard Tucker breathe, the rise and fall of his chest the only thing that was now moving.

A short, weak whine came from Tucker, and Danny rushed to his friend’s side to make sure he was okay. To make sure it was still Tucker.

“Hey-…Hey Tuck,” Danny, still on all fours, made his way over to Tucker’s side. “You still with me, buddy?”

This close to him, Danny took in Tucker’s wolf form. He wasn’t gangly and stringy like Danny was, but his proportions were still longer, taller, than he was before. Black, brown, and gold fur patterned Tucker’s body. He was actually huge up close. They both agreed that having something with elastic in pants would be the best and safest option to keep Tucker’s modesty, and thankfully it worked out. Well. Barely.

Danny looked at the taut material on Tucker’s new legs and jerked in surprise when they twitched. Danny’s eyes found Tucker’s wolf face again and watched as eyes blinked open.

Gold met ectoplasmic green, and neither made a move. Danny’s other senses took everything in.

“Tucker?” Danny rumbled softly. His core rumbled with his voice. Seconds felt like minutes.

“Y-” Tucker huffed through his new nose. “Yeah?”

Danny’s relief bled through his core and into the atmosphere. Tucker’s voice was deep, warped, adapting to this new mouth and new vocal cords. But he could still speak as a human should, still responded to Danny. It vibrated the air the way that Danny’s growls could.

Taking tentative and slow steps closer to Tucker, his friend slowly made a conscious effort to sit up.

Only to slip on dead leaves and yelp.

Danny couldn’t help it, he snorted. He sped up and made his way over to Tucker’s side now that he knew he wasn’t in any danger. Not that he wouldn’t be able to compete, that was the whole point.

“Dude, what’s the issue? It’s not like you shapeshifted for the first time or anything,” Danny smirked cheekily. The wolf whipped his head to look unimpressed with Danny.

“Ha ha,” Tucker successfully sat up and Danny sat next to him. Tucker took a few moments to look at his new hands (paws? Claws?) and put one of them to his face. He traced his own muzzle gently, eyes wide. “Man, I’m really a…It’s really happened huh?”

“You look really cute, actually,” Danny half-joked. Tucker really did look like a big ol’ puppy. His voice sombered, remembering how Tucker handled feeling just before the change. “How do you feel?”

Instead of answering right away, Tucker closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. As he exhaled, warm vapor exited his mouth.

“It’s the same, I feel fine, but also so…Different,” Tucker opened his eyes again and looked at Danny. “Do you remember when you told us a couple years ago that you feel like…More?”

Danny nodded, and Tucker nodded with him.

“I think I understand, now.”

Danny shouldn’t, but he feels something swell in his heart, in his core. Relief? Happiness? At having someone to share this with. He nuzzles his head against Tucker’s shoulder, and is elated when Tucker’s tail starts to wag .

Tucker’s brain catches up with him and he groans and covers his eyes with his large clawed hands.

“Don’t say anything, don’t even think anything!” Tucker’s ears are flat against his head and Danny can’t help but giggle. He’d save the ammunition for later.

“So, are we just going to sit here or did you wanna test out this new form of yours?” Danny stood on two legs now, towering over his friend. Tucker huffed through his nose.

“Doing what?” Tucker looked confused. Danny nearly balked at him. Instead he tapped Tucker’s forehead with one claw.

“You’re it!” Danny took off into the woods, floating in between leaps and bounds looking back at Tucker.

“Oh you are so on!” Tucker took a couple wobbly steps forward, but quickly got his footing and took off after his half-ghost friend.

A game of tag quickly evolved into a sort of hide-and-seek hybrid. Danny and Tucker took the chance to try and hide the best they could as the other prowled the forest floor. Danny, unfortunately, was glowing and therefore much easier to find. But he took great fun in letting his more feral behaviors be able to get some exercise. Using his sense of smell, ultimate silence while prowling, and floating over obstacles…it felt right. Like it was what he was meant to be doing.

Currently, it was Danny’s turn to hide, and this time he was in a tree. Danny smirked with sharp teeth, let’s see if Tucker can find him now .

Danny’s large green eyes watched from high above as Tucker’s form swept over the area where Danny was, surely smelling but not seeing him. Triangle ears flicked back and forth to try and hear Danny, to no avail.

Suddenly, gold eyes looked straight up and at Danny, who hissed with displeasure at being found. Well, Tucker would still have to tag him-

Tucker used his powerful legs and jumped. Claws gripped the bark of the tree, finding purchase before he slid back down again. A wide maw smiled, showing all of Tucker’s sharp teeth as he made his way up the tree.

Danny laughed, bell-like, as he chose to float down to run away again, but Tucker had anticipated it and leapt off the tree. He collided with Danny mid-air, and they went down together like a rock.

Danny slowed their descent some, but let out a quiet oof when they landed on the ground anyway. Tucker towered above him and for the first time since his shift, Danny realized how formidable his friend now was. For the second time, he wondered if this is how people felt when they saw him in Phantom form.

He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did. Danny felt the environment change, Tucker’s energy switching to something more predatory. His clawed hand was still on Danny’s chest, but his eyes looked into the expanse of trees. A low growl vibrated the air, coming from Tucker’s chest and throat. Suddenly, his weight was lifted from Danny, and Tucker took off into the woods.

“ Shit ,” Danny cursed and took off after Tucker, wondering what the hell caused the change in behavior.

Danny didn’t have to wait long, and his heart shuddered when he heard light human laughter. He didn’t realize how far they’d run, and he guessed they were getting way too close to the only other people at this campsite.

Great .

Silently catching up to Tucker, he sees his friend on all fours and prowling. Light erupted past the trees, and Danny saw that there was a campfire and at least four people around it. None of them had noticed the huge wolf and lanky half ghost in the woods yet.

For that, Danny was grateful.

He stalked up to Tucker and tried to push him backward, but Tucker wasn’t budging.

“ Dude ,” Danny whispered harshly. “We can’t be here, we need to leave. Now .”

Tucker’s eyes reflected the light from the campfire the humans were gathered around.

“ Hungry. ” Tucker’s gaze did not move from the campfire, and Danny knew he needed to get him out NOW.

Using his beyond human strength, Danny shoved and pulled Tucker away from the camp. Tucker turned his head and snarled at Danny in warning, Danny snarled right back while his eyes glowed menacingly in the dark. They both stood to their full height, Tucker ready to bolt and Danny ready to stop him.

“ Not. Here. ” Danny’s voice was overlaid with growls and hisses and static. Tucker’s hackles were raised and his teeth bared. Danny had to think quickly. Getting them back to their packs of food was not an option anymore, and Danny didn’t know how long he could keep Tucker from what he thought was a food source.

A new scent caught Danny’s nose, and impulsively he goaded Tucker to chase him in the direction of it. Tucker looked reluctant to follow, but soon his own nose caught the new scent and he followed Danny as they quickly made their way to another glade.

Good, Danny thought. Thank goodness . The people camping would be safe, unaware that two monsters were hunting in the same woods.

Danny began to slow down to sneak up on the deer that he’d led Tucker to, only to watch Tucker barrel past him at a lightning speed and straight into the deer. The poor thing didn’t have a chance. Despite having spent the last couple hours with him, Danny was startled at the size difference between Tucker and the doe he was tackling to the ground. It’s screams rang through Danny’s head, and he was about to turn away and ignore them.

But the scent of blood entered his nose.

A low rumble escaped Danny’s mouth, claws curling against the air. He knew that raw meat was part of his diet, it had been for a couple years now. But he’d never smelled it this fresh. He’d never…

Tucker looked up at him, blitzed out from his kill. He licked his muzzle with his long tongue, and looked at Danny. His eyes seemed to say Are you coming?

Danny couldn’t say no.

Danny woke suddenly, in his human form. He blinked his eyes, and went to go rub them when he stopped at the dark color on his hands. Mud?

Danny’s breath hitched when he realized it was dried blood.

His head whipped around, and he took in where he was. A clearing in the woods, surrounded by dead leaves and moss. Soft sunlight was coming in through the trees. Mist and dew caressed the ground in the early morning hours. Danny’s mouth felt stiff and sticky, he assumed that it was in the same state as his hands.

Memories from last night flooded his mind, and he let out a relieved sigh when he remembered the deer. Movement to Danny’s right made him look down, and there was Tucker. He was also back in human form, and just about in the same state as Danny.

Danny made a face. Okay, Tucker’s state was actually much worse . Dried blood covered Tucker’s whole front, from mouth to pantline. His actual pants were also covered in dirt and torn in places.

He looked like a mess.

Danny sighed again as he looked at Tucker. They’d have to get cleaned up before they went home.

“Tucker,” Danny shook Tucker’s shoulder softly. “Hey, man, we gotta go.”

Tucker, shirtless, stretched his arms up and opened his eyes. Danny was surprised to find they were still gold. Tucker yawned, and Danny saw that the fangs also stayed. His heart did a funny flip when he saw them.

“Wha?” Tucker’s sense of composure was out the window, as it always was when he first woke up. Danny snorted at him.

“We have to go find a creek or something, okay?”

Tucker took a look at Danny, waking up completely when he realized what was covering his mouth and neck.

“Danny, what-” Tucker’s nostrils were wide as he took in the old blood, and found more on his hands. “What did I- Danny, what did I do, who did I-?”

“Hey, hey, it's okay!” Danny grasped the hands that Tucker was looking at in horror. “It was a deer, we just. We ate a deer.”

Danny hoped that this would ease his friend. But Tucker’s hands shook in his, and his face was…blank. Tucker was staring at nothing. It was a moment before Tucker said anything.

“I just thought…” Tucker gripped Danny’s hands suddenly. Danny didn’t notice them before, but Tucker’s nails now ended in sharpened points that dug into Danny’s hands. “I thought I’d be…That I’d be okay, that I wouldn’t-”

Wouldn’t lose control .

Danny suddenly understood. He’d been there before, and it had been horrifying. Tucker didn’t have to do this alone.

“I get it,” Danny put Tucker’s hands down and settled next to him shoulder to shoulder. “I really get it. It’s not easy, it’s not fun. But…I’ll be here dude. Every time. And, I don’t know. Hopefully we can find a new sense of normal together.”

Tucker took a shuddering breath and rubbed his eyes. Danny was glad Tucker didn’t seem to need his glasses anymore, they seemed to have lost them after his transformation.

“Every time?” Tucker whispered and looked at Danny. His eyes showed fear, but also held hope. Danny knew that feeling. He felt it when his friends reminded him over and over that he wasn’t a monster. It was Danny’s turn to do the same.

Danny smiled softly at Tucker. He was sure the sight could have been less macabre, but he hoped his smile was reassuring regardless.

“Yeah, Tuck,” Danny got up and held his hand out to help Tucker get up. “Every time.”

Tucker’s face faltered for a moment, but smoothed out a second later. He breathed out through his nose and nodded, taking Danny’s hand to stand up.

The creek wasn’t too far from where they’d parked, and thankfully the two men didn’t run into anyone on their way there.

“Did I get all of it?” Tucker gestured to his face, rubbing it once more for prosperity. Danny took a moment to take in Tucker’s face, now that it was devoid of dried blood and couldn’t stop staring. Danny had no idea why. He blinked when Tucker waved a hand in front of his face.

“Dude, hello?” Tucker smiled a little, enough to let his fangs show again. Danny’s stomach did a little flip again and he was mortified to feel his face blush. Tucker’s eyebrows rose and his nostrils flared as he caught something. “Are…are you-?”

“Uh!” Danny interrupted Tucker, getting up quickly and walking to the shirt he’d ditched on the ground. “Yup! You look good, let’s um. Get to the car.”

Before he could get very far, Tucker caught Danny’s hand and pulled him in. Danny allowed himself to be held, and slowly put his arms around Tucker too. He breathed in Tucker’s scent of Wild, Spice, and Electricity under his skin. Tucker seemed to be doing the same to Danny.

“What do I smell like?” Danny asked. No use in hiding it now.

“Like…citrus. And ozone, and…cold?” Tucker sounded unsure, he shrugged against Danny and put his nose on Danny’s neck. Danny shivered at the touch. “It’s…really nice. I like it.”

“I like yours too,” Danny said softly. He could feel Tucker’s heartbeat against his ribcage, competing with his heart’s own slow rhythm. They stood like that for a moment, and Danny closed his eyes.

“Thank you,” Tucker whispered against Danny’s neck. “Really, I…Thanks, Danny.”

Danny’s core pulsed at Tucker’s words, and his heart fluttered. He felt great, felt whole. He wanted Tucker to feel the same way.

Danny grazed his cheek against Tucker’s, sliding his face back until he found Tucker’s lips. Danny’s hands cupped Tucker’s jawline as he softly kissed his friend. Tucker returned the kiss, and Danny’s core flared again. It began to stir, and his purr vibrated against Tucker’s chest.

When Danny pulled away, he realized that Tucker’s hands were gently gripping his wrists. Tucker’s pupils were black holes, a ring of gold around them drew Danny in.

“So…Was that…Okay?” Danny suddenly felt self-conscious. But Tucker just laughed breathlessly.

“Yeah, man, that was okay,” He smiled again, and Danny mirrored him. “You know Sam’s gunna rope herself in too, right?”

Danny’s smile dropped and he blinked. And blinked again.

“That’s allowed?” Danny tried not to scowl as Tucker barked a laugh. His face settled again when Tucker held his hand.

“Yeah, Danny, it’s allowed,” Tucker started to head back to the car, and stopped to pick up Danny’s abandoned and bloody shirt. Danny’s hand was still held securely in his own. “Come on, let’s head out.”

Danny’s heart fluttered again, at the possibility. His hair began to move as if it was underwater, his elated core shoving gravity an arm’s length away.

But he felt grounded as he squeezed Tucker’s hand. Tucker squeezed back. Danny breathed in Tucker, and the forest, and the air, and knew Tucker was doing the same.

It felt like home.

#phantasyphest2022 #Werewolf Tucker #phanfiction #phanfic #danny phantom

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 2 years

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Teeth and Eyes

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Order and Chaos, day 18, ao3

Tucker sat in one of the comfier chairs in his living room, tongue swiping across his teeth and feeling out his larger-than-average canines, trying not to do that too much while he gathered his thoughts. Pushing his glasses forward a bit, he could see his lightly glowing golden eyes reflected back at him. Tucker pushed his glasses back up onto his face and focused instead on his parents. On his mother, whose own sharp teeth were bared in a smile, ears tapered, and nails each an inch long - naturally at that.

“So, we’re werewolves and this is a natural part of puberty? Cause I don’t remember this in that 6th-grade health class. How uh, how come I didn’t know about this until now? This feels like a pretty important bit of family history.”

Mom and Dad both laughed because Tucker was hilarious, and Mom shook her head.

“Tucker, if we had told you about this as a younger child, would you have been able to keep quiet? I know you would’ve told Danny in a heartbeat.”

Tucker couldn’t exactly deny that, so he shrugged and pointed at his mouth and eyes.

“Any idea why these are changing first and fast?”

“No, actually. Normally for a werewolf, our senses grow sharper first, and only when the moon is waxing or full. You’re developing rather quickly compared to my siblings and parents, though I had the glowing eyes by the time I was 15. I do remember feeling a particularly powerful wave of energy a month or so ago. Can you think of anything special that might’ve happened around that time?”

Tucker sucked on his teeth, an action that made him yelp at sharp pain and the taste of pennies. Dad handed him a napkin, all too ready for Tucker to bite his tongue and weirdly unconcerned about bleeding out.

“Perk of lycanthropy: amazing healing process. You did that because you thought of something.”

Tucker squirmed under his parents’ gaze for a moment, debating internally whether or not he should tell them. There was, however, nothing about this that would connect back to Danny’s secret, so he didn’t see why not.

“The Fentons’ portal to the ‘Ghost Zone’ finally started working last month. Guess there’s ectoplasm in the air and it gave me big ol chompers and fantasy book eyes.”

His parents’ eyes grew wide as Tucker flashed them a big toothy grin, and he hoped he hadn’t made a mistake.

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vladdyissues · 1 year

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DANNY PHANTOM | 2.19-2.20 "Reality Trip"

#danny phantom #tucker foley #sam manson #dannyphantomedit #cartoonedit #animationedit #gif #hjbendergifs #werewolf #monster #furry #nicktoons #nickelodeon #dpedit #the look on his face lmao #like even 𝙝𝙚 can't believe himself #tucker ''monster lover'' foley

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tsubaki94 · 6 months

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Ectober 19

Claws and Hornes

#danny phantom #Ectoberhaunt23 #tucker foley #sam manson #danny fenton #magic #spell gone wrong #werewolf #wolf tucker #devile sam #art #fanart

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impyssadobsessions · 1 year

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Got inspired by @tourettesdog drawing werewolf version of sam =w=b well more so urge to draw werewolf danny ... then it spiraled :D Danny's phantom form and becoming a werewolf doesn't mix. I imagine it actually happen by being bit by a ghost wolf spider.

Danny just cursing the thing as he sucks it up, and sends it back to ghost zone. Slowly starts transforming. Having strange urges and itches.. until he transform, screaming in agony and rage. His body unable to handle being both a half-ghost and a ghostly werewolf. Sam and Tucker unable to make Danny come to his senses. Uses the dog whistle Danny was given to call Wulf, (unknowing why Danny had a dog whistle as they assume it was for cujo) out of panic. To try and stop him from ripping himself and everything apart. The whistle just enrages Danny more, but Wulf rips open a portal, saving sam and tuck from the attack. For a moment they're in a peaceful meadow while Danny still in amity, probably the lab causing destruction. Wulf asking what happen to Danny. Sam and Tuck... mostly Tucker since he knows his language, fill him in. Wulf piecing it together, knowing the wolf spider venom can turn others into werewolves temporarily.. but of course danny isn't a normal human or ghost. So neither effects are working as normal. Wulf keeps Sam and Tucker in the safety of the meadow and pops back into the lab to help Danny. Sam and Tucker trying to follow but the portal closes before they reach it.. leaving them both to wait and worry. Wulf tries to get Danny to his senses, Danny isn't listening and just attacks. Howling in pain. Wulf dodges and blocks the attacks, struggling to keep Danny from hurting anyone or himself. Wulf finally gets a good hold on Danny, Giving him both nurturing gestures and calling him to his senses. Eventually Danny calms down, whimpering. Unable to really respond much more then in whines of pain. Wulf takes Danny back with him, until it either wears off or they find a solutions. Basically fostering him like a pup. Sam and Tucker relieved and stunned to see Danny still in wolf form, hunkered down and trying to be as small as possible. Form still barely holding on.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #wulf #dp wulf #werewolf danny #sam manson #tucker foley #impyelam #my art

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ghostiezone · 6 months

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trick or treat!!!! have a spooky'n'scary halloween! :)

TRICK. these kids want YOUR candy instead >:]

#SORRY THIS IS LATE its still halloween in my heart though so its fine <3 #trick or treat asks #asks #restlesscryptid #dp #danny phantom #ghostiezone #tuckers a werewolf dannys a vampire sams a witch :]

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hyde-ur-monsters · 5 months

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On account of me procrastinating and the idea of a Monster High and Danny Phantom crossover (with a focus on Sam and Clair) breathing down my neck, I had a tiny fic idea that i will now write instead of the assignment my grade depends on

Jackson and Claire were having a perfectly calm outing. It had been a while since they hung out, and they had a lot to catch up on. They decided to go to a nearby cafe; it had a nature theme going and Jackson was curious about it.

“You’re such a hipster,” Clair had teased him, poking him in the side.

The line was long, so they got ready for a long wait and talked in the meantime. Jackson was ranting about his biggest ongoing project (body duplication). About how he had the theory down, but so far all it would do is instantaneously produce an exact clone of the subject. He couldn’t figure out how to produce a double based on the subject’s thoughts and it was frustrating him to no end.

Jackson tended to lose track of his surroundings when he was talking about his Interests, and Clair was facing away from the line, so it was kinda his fault when they didn’t move along with the line and left a sizable gap in between them and the person in front of them.

Naturally, some guy who had just walked into the café saw the gap and thought, hey free real estate.

Clair caught the face Jackson made mid-rant, his i’m-annoyed-but-also-non-confrontational face, and turned around just in time to see the guy cut in line in front of them. Clair raised an eyebrow at the sheer audacity.

“Is he fucking serious?” She said this loud enough for the Opportunist Ass to hear.

Jackson grimaced when the guy squared his shoulders but made no inclination to move. Oh this was going to turn into a Thing, and he did not want it to turn into a Thing.

“It’s fine,” he whispered to Clair. “I got carried away and didn’t realize the line had moved.”

Clair turned to him with a glare.

“We’ve been waiting ten minutes in line, Jackson. He can take his turn like the rest of us instead cutting in line like a parasite,” she said annoyedly, before turning to the guy. “Dude, in case it somehow escaped your beady eyes, the line starts at the door.”

Instead of ignoring her this time, the guy glanced at them over his shoulder with an unimpressed look.

“Go somewhere else if it bothers you, freak. Not my fault you were wasting time talking about weird shit.”

Taken aback by his response, Clair scoffed in disbelief. She couldn’t think fast enough for something to say, so the guy turned back around and went back to ignoring them.

“Real original,” Jackson muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes.

“I hate—”

“Clair, just leave it. We’ll get our coffee either way.”

Clair frowned, brow furrowing like she wanted to say more, but she kept quiet. She didn’t like arguing with strangers. It was more stress than it was worth. Besides, she knew Jackson hated making a scene. She could let it go.

“Hey, asshole!”

The two friends jumped at the shout, eyes wide. They slowly turned to look at a girl their age decked out in goth attire (a dark purple tank top paired with a loose, ghost-patterned cardigan, a long black skirt, and a pair of tall platform boots peeking out from under the hem). She wore heavy eyeliner that did nothing to make her look less terrifying as she glared directly at the line-cutter.

The guy glanced minutely behind him, intent on ignoring her, too.

“Yeah, you, dickhead. They told you where the line was, but I don’t see you moving.”

Everyone else in the line was turning to look at the scene, the goth girl’s shout having caught their attention. There were murmurs around and Jackson suddenly felt too many eyes on them.

The girl hadn’t moved an inch from her spot, but that didn’t take away from the feeling that she would drag him out of the spot if she could.

Oh please don’t let this turn into an altercation, Jackson pleaded silently. He wanted to melt into the ground as it was.

Clair on the other hand smirked at the goth girl. She felt braver now with someone else taking the stand, and she put a hand on her hip giving the guy a raised eyebrow.

“You heard her,” she said, too satisfied with herself.

The guy glared at them both.

“I’ve been here the whole time,” he stated with a sudden air of confidence that made Clair scoff and the goth girl stomp her boot.

“I saw you cut in line, dumbass,” goth girl accused, pointing at him.

“Yeah, nice try, but we’re not blind. The line starts at the door,” Clair repeated, jabbing her thumb behind her.

“I don’t take orders from weirdos.”

“First time for everything. Get moving or get lost.”

Goth girl stared him down, but it wasn’t until other customers in the line started speaking up and telling him to “stop holding up the line” and that “people who cut in line have a special place in hell” that he finally moved, muttering angrily.

Someone from a table actually cheered.

Jackson wished he was Invisibilly so people wouldn’t keep staring at him. Clair looked deeply satisfied with the outcome.

“We’re paying for that girl’s coffee. Sorry for the mess, Jackson, but that was true goth girl solidarity. I either owe her coffee or my soul.”

He snorted despite himself.

“Preferably just coffee.”

They did pay for her tea, not coffee, and even invited her to sit with them when they realized there weren’t any other tables available.

The girl, Sam, was only there because it was the only cafe in town that had vegan options. This side of town, at least, but Jackson couldn’t tell her about the plethora of vegan food places in the monster side of town.

The three of them got to talking about what the town had to offer, because apparently Sam was here visiting a friend and didn’t know anything about the place. Then she started asking about the history of the town, saying she’d heard there were witch hunts back in the 1600s. Jackson and Clair had shared a look at this, but waved it off as rumors that came from tourists who confused Salem, Oregon with Salem, Massachusetts.

“Bummer, I really wanted to find some witch ghosts. Actually, do you guys have any spooky or haunted spots—”

Sam’s phone ringtone blared out— the Ghostbusters theme song —and she rolled her eyes at the caller ID.

“About time. Hey, Danny. Tucker with you? Cool, I’m at a cafe on the other side of town, I’ll head your way.”

She stood up, phone in one hand and tea in the other, and gave her temporary cafe buddies a friendly smile.

“Thanks for the tea, and for the satisfaction of telling an asshole off. See you guys around.”

They waved her off as she went back to the conversation on her phone. Clair thought she heard the word ‘ghosts’, but put the concern away. Lots of regular people were into the paranormal. There were even Ghost hunters all over Youtube. It was fun and dark and spooky. Clair used to watch them as a kid.

She never would’ve guessed she’d actually get to meet one, let alone be interviewed by said ghost. There was a lot in her life nowadays that she never thought she’d even get a chance to see, actually.

They sat in silence for a bit, before Jackson spoke up.

“Did- did she say she’d meet her friends on the other side of town?”

“Yup.”

They looked at each other. Jackson pressed his lips into a thin line.

“We should probably—”

Clair sighed.

“Yeah okay, fine. Let’s go.”

#they go to the Mawl to inform/interrogate the Ghouls only to find #Sam and Danny(Phantom) and werewolf!Tucker getting a tour from Frankie #*point at each other in spiderman meme*#this is kinda silly but fuck it #monster high #jackson jekyll #clair #danny phantom #sam manson #dp x mh #uggghh i have to back to do my stupid assignment

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