#aunt alicia

[satoshy12]

Aunt Alicia called her family to visit her in the isolated woodland town. For a whole week, they would stay there. Closed all in Amity Park, and a shield around the portal so Ghost can't leave it,... They should have built that first before the portal. But we weren't even sure that Ghost really would come.

As the Fenton were there, he had a boy with her, a child of an old friend of hers. He calls him Respawn; he was a clone. And she needed her family's help with it; she has no idea how to raise a child. And Deathstroke kind of failed most times. And he asked her for it; he will visit once a week.

Respawn has no idea how he was named Steve, after Steve Rogers from the comics. It turns out his new mom and aunt were fans of the comics and thought first that his dad was the Super Soldier of the US. But she learned he was a mercenary, and now Alicia wants to have a little Captain America! For the first time, a family will have a hero! Wait... Alicia:" Do you even want to be a hero?" Respawn:" ... sounds like fun?" Maddie:" Yes! First time, a hero!"

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Danny wasn't sure what to say. Danny:" But..." Jack:" We know that you tried your hardest to play Hero as Phantom Danny. But well, we are proud of the crimes you committed while doing it. But do it outside of Amity Park, please."

Respawn likes his cousins too, Uncle? Jack is pretty funny. And Danny likes to fight too! And he didn't fight like a hero—too brutal. No wonder the rest thought he was a villain. And Jazz talks with him to help him with his problems?

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Ex-Villians Fentons, who all retired. Fentons knew Danny was Phantom and were sure he was just Meta and not Half Ghost. But we were proud that he started to be a villain, even if he was confused at times.

#danny phantom #Jazz Fenton #danny fenton #Ex-Villians Fentons #dp #Deathstroke #Respawn #dc #dcau #dc comics #dp x dc #dp + dc #dc x dp #batman #Aunt Alicia #Jack Fenton #Maddie Fenton #Alicia x Slade #slade wilson

[starlightshore]

AU comic foundation (as I'm still planning it out).

A mix of "Danny is taken in by Aunt Alicia and not Vlad" and "Nobody knows" AUs. Jazz is still alive because losing your parents is already hard enough, I don't want Danny's entire life to be ruined here. That's not to say he isn't completely a wreck though.

After an incident, the Fenton kids and Alicia move to a little town named Amity Park... Surely nothing will go wrong here as well, right?

The comic will be jumping around and dealing with the mystery of what exactly happened to Danny. As well as some new, strange events that affect the town soon after his arrival.

Really, I just wanted to explore a Nobody Knows Au while making Danny a bit more harsh and edgy than usual, haha! I want to try something more dark and serious than what I usually make as well.

#danny phantom #Aunt Alicia #jazz fenton #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #nobody knows AU #farmboy AU #i haven't decided if i'm doing everything the same as my usual take yet #its probably going to be a bit different? I'll also likely change up my tucker and sam design so its more obvious that this isn't my normal #take on things #ideally i'd like it obvious at a glance this is a different AU so its not confusing #dp fanart

[squirrellysketches]

dp side hoes day something: aunt alicia

ft maddie fenton

#dp side hoes week #dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #fanart #my art #digital art #aunt alicia #maddie fenton #aged down #sisters

[papiliomame]

Aunt Alicia: Slice of Life

Shortly after Alicia's divorce, her sister Maddie visited her to support her in these difficult times. Maddie oldest kid Jazz recently learned to read and devoured every book that came her way. The youngest Danny is just amazed by the sheer amount of words his sister can understand.

Alicia would never admit it but she was thankful that Maddie was there or she would have cut down the entire forest in rage if her sister didn't stop her. Her preferred method of cutting trees is to glue a picture of her ex-husband on a tree so that would get her blood boiling during the task. This method proved to be a quite effective to finished this task in a timely manner for the following years.

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2023 #aunt alicia #slice of life #maddie fenton #danny fenton #jazz fenton #fanart #cabin in the woods #woodcutter #digital illustration #my art

[ghost-pasta]

Realized 2 likely reasons for the "Aunt Alicia's Absence In TUE" issue

(Outside of the writers just forgetting she's a useable character after the divorce episode)

All apart of the fact that Vlad is a horrible person. Even with the best intentions to help Danny in mind, he could've seen relying on someone else to help him help Danny as too much of a personal failure and/or embarrassment; and Danny never asking to fire whatever personal reasons. This option hurts so bad but it feels pretty correct as far as character motivations go. I'd say "except for Danny" but insurmountable grief does things to people so if he's seemingly "ooc" that's just the suffering™ really.

Aunt Alicia never existed in Dan's timeline in the first place. Going off of the idea that, despite being similar timelines, they are inherently different. (And Dan just either had a poor concept of that, or it's simply a variable in Clockwork's 5D chess he was playing so he didn't have to kill Dan. Either way) So there very truly was NO ONE for Danny to fall back on. Maddie and Jack being single children in their respective families and no cousins and grandparents to choose from (save for Vlad's barely mentioned potential sister)

The second one has the potential for a kind of funny interaction with Dan if anyone curiously were to ask him why he didn't just live with Alicia.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #TUE #the ultimate enemy #dan phantom #dark danny #aunt alicia #alicia walker #<that's a headcanon maiden name dw 'bout it) #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dp headcanons #Dan: who the fuck is ''Alicia''

[costumeloverz71]

Aunt Alicia (Isabel Jeans) Blue striped & pink dress.. Gigi (1958).. Costume by Cecil Beaton.

#aunt alicia #isabel jeans #gigi #cecil beaton

[kierranodel]

The Sweetest Honeysuckle Grows On Headstones

Due to some unavoidable, unfortunate circumstances this is my very late submission for Invisobang 2023! My author's fic is sadly unable to be linked at this moment, but I will definitely add it later when it becomes available! For the time being, here are the two pieces I created for the story:

I had a lot of fun creating them, and I pushed myself to step outside my comfort zone (particularly in lighting). For added context, this is the summary/blurb for the fic:

"Danny James Fenton was a freak. Plain and simple. When his parents died working on a device that would supposedly let them commune with ghosts, their blasphemy of the laws of nature never came to pass. Killed in the explosion, he’s told, since they died when he was a baby. Sent with his elder sister Jazz to Spittoon, Arkansas to be raised by their Aunt Alicia Osbourne (née Foster), they’re never quite accepted, as hard as they try. Danny’s always been an odd boy, but he seems to get stranger as the days pass."

It's a gothic horror AU set in the South. Though I cannot link the fic yet, I loved the concept from the get go and I hope I can further share this wonderful story in it's completion some day soon!

#danny phantom #invisobang 2023 #gothic horror AU #danny fenton #aunt alicia #does it count as blood if it's neon pink?

[wastefulreverie]

Alicia swallowed.

"How did you do that?"

Danny didn't turn around and instead began walking back towards the house. His posture was stiff, rumpled sweatpants nearly falling off his thin form. From where she stood, Alicia could see his hands shaking.

"Danny, please," she whispered. "Does this have to do with what your parents—"

"Don't."

His voice was cold and quiet, yet the single syllable seemed to echo much longer than what should be possible. The woods around her house seemed more distant, rustling trees coming to a stop.

"Wh—"

"Don't bring up my parents."

He walked the distance of Alicia's backyard and let the screen door slam behind him.

Alicia kneeled and examined the now-frozen weed eater chain.

He'd asked her not to use it. There had been a distant look on his face, terror seeping into his features, and he'd said it reminded him too much of what happened that night.

Alicia should have listened.

She threw the weed eater over her shoulder and lugged it back to the shed.

She didn't know what was wrong with Danny, but she knew enough not to provoke whatever demons resided within her nephew.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Aunt Alicia #Fanfiction #Phic #Phicc #Fic #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #wrwritings

[the-random-phan]

Ectoberhaunt Day 13- Restored

Flynn design based off of this by @the-stove-is-on-fire :)

#danny phantom #dp #flynn fenton #flynn walker #:D #ectober #aunt alicia #EH order #day 13 #restored #ectoberhaunt22 #he removed his blood blossoms and stuff so they didn't hurt danny :) #he was little when taken away so he hadnt started calling alicia just 'mom' yet #he may be grown now but inside he's still her smol child #<3<3<3<3<3<3 #im liking these new noses. #they combine the two styles i was flip-flopping between for the last. year? smthn like that #i also like the cheek thingies i invented starting with Sam the other day :D #my art

[sykloni]

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2023 #aunt alicia #maddie fenton #slice of life

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

TFW you realize your mom’s family friends are related to one of your worse enemies.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #phanart #phandom #dp #dp walker #maddie fenton #jack fenton #my ocs #my art #jazz fenton #dp ocs #aunt alicia #danny phantom walker #dp hcs #dp headcanons #harriet chin #dp ghosts #jonathan james w #Jonathan James Walker #Lily B Walker #dp agent j

[satoshy12]

Respawn/ Steve Walker or better known as Captain America!!

Part of this. Well, the way Aunt Alicia raised the son/Clone of her Ex Slade It had been pretty good. He really turned out to be a hero. While Slade didn't show it, he was pretty proud and showed off that his spawn was a better and more famous hero than the other sidekicks. And not even a sidekick! So yes, he was kind of smug, THE Hero the government supports fully. + Danny is confused… Why again was he a villain or anti-hero seen by his family? Does he really fight that brutally? It's his enemies fault! They otherwise don't go down! + Respawn now known as Steve kind of liked it, and all the chaos is doing pretty well for him. And it's fun being a Hero. + Alicia is proud of how her child became a true hero; all the comics she read with her Dad and Maddie worked out.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #dcau #dc comics #dp x dc #dc #dc x dp #dp + dc #respawn #steve Walker #Aunt Alicia #maddie Fenton #Alicia Walker #Maddie Walker Fenton #Hero Respawn #Smug Slade #Deathstroke #ex Villains Fenton family #Walker

[madametamma]

As I’ve moved around a lot for so much of my life many people have a difficult time detecting a specific accent from me. EXCEPT for when I go visit with my family, my old accent that I grew up with comes right back.

But this doesn’t happen when Maddie goes to visit her sister in Arkansas. Alicia has a pretty noticeable accent but Maddie doesn’t.  Alicia says she’s “Been out here for 10 years.” Maybe neither of them grew up there.  Maybe It’s just Alicia who chose that place and she picked up that accent after so many years. It would also explain why we don’t see any other members of Maddie’s family there.

#Danny Phantom #Maddie Fenton #Aunt Alicia #Just a theory #DP

[gabbypie64]

Chapter 6: Danny's parents get taken by the ghost zone police for trial by ghost zone police

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40705266/chapters/101993871

#Danny Phantom #clockwork #Dardwork #maddie fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #danielle phantom #aunt alicia #bad parents

[datawyrms]

During a vacation, Danny learns that the ghost stories of the west aren't just stories- and his aunt knows more than she lets on. In fact, she may even know more than Danny’s parents. One last thing for Phic Phight! enjoy a bit of silly :v @imdeadtiredtm

Really, being off in the middle of nowhere wasn’t exactly Danny’s idea of a great vacation. Mom and dad might think it was the best thing in the world, but he didn’t get the appeal of bugs, dirt and other random biting critters.

At least Aunt Alica’s cabin was cozy enough when they were actually inside. The main problem was when they were outside with all the nothing to do out there. He chased enough things that wanted to punch him back home, he wasn’t going to do it for fun. Not when the ‘smell’ of nature was just kinda bad.

There was one surprising upside. Aunt Alicia was pretty good at getting his parents to follow the ‘no ghost hunting’ rules. Apparently the wild outdoors helped distract them better? Whatever, it gave him a break from hearing what sort of things ghosts should fear if his parents caught them. Which meant he could sit on the porch and peel potatoes with his aunt in relative peace

“Honestly, I’m so tired of those kids and their camcorders running around going ‘oh we’re gonna find me a sasquatch’ or ‘that bigfoot is a big ape’ nonsense.”

“People still believe in that?” Danny raised an eyebrow, a little curious. Even if it was a bit silly to be skeptical when he was a half dead kid that fought ghosts all the time.

“Mmhm. Not totally wrong, but all their sightings? Hogwash.”

“Wait, you believe there’s Sasquatches out there or something?”

“Believe? No, no. I know there’s fuzzy big things out there.”

“Bears?”

She shook her head with a grin. “Nah, not bears. They aren’t apes either.”

Ah. So the weirdness came from mom’s side of the family. Only instead of ghosts, she wanted to find magical big monster things. “Okay, I’ll bite. What are they then? Ghosts?”

“Might be. Nothin like how your parents talk about ghosts like though. Perfectly sensible critters.”

“Oh.So what are they really like then?” Why not. It was more interesting than hearing about outhouse maintenance. 

“No one ever gets the horns. Got these icy sorta things right on their heads!” She paused her peeling to demonstrate with her hands. “Don’t stick around long, but they’re around.”

“Uh. Like yetis with horns, maybe?” She couldn’t possibly mean?

“Sure! Abominable snowmen, yetis, whatever you wanna call em.”

“And you’ve seen them.”

“Talked to em. Friendly enough once they know you aren’t gonna load em full of buckshot.”

He was absolutely staring at her now. Absolutely not. Surely. “So they talk. And you’ve talked to them.”

“Mhm.”

Would he be way too obvious if he asked about them? If he suggested he might know these yetis she just apparently sees up here in nowheresville Arkansas?  “They say anything interesting?”

“Mighta.”

Danny focused back on the potatoes, taking that as enough of a ‘time to stop’ hint as he was going to get from his gruff relative. 

“Aught to tell your fuzzy friends when you go on vacation though. ‘Sonly polite.”

…He totally didn’t drop the peeler.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight 2022 #aunt alicia #ficlit

[bubblegumbeech]

Preparing for Harvest

Read it here on AO3

Flynn makes it home. And then thinks about what that might mean.

Part of my Exploring the Zone series

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 Flynn let himself be led through the portal by the wrist. It was honestly too late to try and stop everything from happening anyways. Mother would find him and punish him whether he rushed back to her side or hid out here in the Realms’ boondocks.

 So he might as well take up Danny’s offer. At the very least it would be interesting to see a mortal realm after so long.

 On the other side of the portal was a lab, sterile bright lights and all sorts of mechanical devices. It … wasn’t very clean though, and Flynn found himself inching away from some of the ectoplasm covered walls.

 It was weird, breathing in air again. It felt lighter in his chest, a slight burning ache as his lungs worked to filter out the ambient ectoplasm they had gotten used to using in its stead.

 He hadn’t even gotten the chance to steady himself before a door above them slammed open and a woman in a terrifying jumpsuit ran down to point a large weapon at them.

 Flynn reacted instinctively, shoving Danny behind him and grabbing his staff to hold in front. It was difficult, but he’d gotten good at redirecting ectoblasts and the like with it.

 Except… he recognized this human. The purple eyes and vibrant red hair that was so similar to his own…

 “Aunt Maddie?” Flynn said, his voice cracking. It couldn’t be— no. It was      impossible. There was no way this random kid took him back to the same mortal realm he’d been taken from. Especially not to the basement of his      Aunt.  

 Aunt Maddie looked at him in confusion for a moment, her arm lowering. “It couldn’t be...”

 Flynn bit his lip, holding back questions as they bubbled incessantly to the forefront of his mind.

 She stepped closer, dropping the weapon entirely to raise her hands to his cheeks. “Flynn? You… you’re alive?”

 Flynn nodded, tears finally breaking through as Aunt Maddie pulled him into a spine-crushing hug.

 “Jack!” she half shouted, half sobbed. “Jack, come down here right now!”

 Uncle Jack… he was here too. Then, was it possible? He buried his face deeper into Aunt Maddie’s shoulder. It was strange, having to lean down to reach her. The last he remembered she had towered so far above him.

 When Flynn had finally managed to pull himself away he saw Danny frozen beside him, his eyes wide in confusion. Okay, so he hadn’t known either.

 Aunt Maddie sniffed, her violet eyes rimmed in red. “Just a moment dear,” she said, picking up her weapon. “Let me get rid of this scum real quick.”

 “What-?”

 Before he could react she was attacking Danny, who looked completely not surprised and just faded through the ceiling, scorching ectoblasts following after him.

 There was a loud crash and Uncle Jack, this time just as large as Flynn always remembered him, rushed down the stairs.

 “I’m here dear, where’s the ectoplasmic scum—“

 He froze, his weapon falling loudly to the ground. “Flynn? Kiddo? What are you doing here?”

 “I uh …” Flynn honestly didn’t know how to answer that.

 “He’s not a ghost Jack! I already scanned him!”

 Uncle Jack’s eyes went wide. Mouthing the words not a ghost. Then his eyes caught on Flynn’s ragged clothing.

 “We gotta get you help kiddo!” he said suddenly, walking forward mechanically and picking up Flynn like he weighed nothing at all. The touch startled him, not used to casual contact when he was decked out in his blood blossom flowers.

 Uncle Jack pretty much just carried him upstairs to a bathroom, where he set him down carefully in a bathtub. It was clear he was panicking, acting in some kind of paternal instinct at seeing his missing nephew after…. After a decade at least. It had to be.

 “I’ll uh,” he backed away, bumping into Aunt Maddie on his way out of a room never meant to accommodate his size, “I’ll get you some clothes. Danny never really hit his growth spurt but Jazz is around your size—“

 He fled.

 Flynn got out of the tub, awkwardly, to close the door and turned on the shower. It was strange, how mundane it was and yet how different from what had become Flynn’s life.

 Not cleaning himself in melted ice from the melted-glaciers, but in a shower that just—had water. An unending supply of it. Flynn tilted his head back and drank gulps of it. Quenching what felt like a permanently parched throat.

 Eventually he managed to clean himself off, and grabbed a ridiculously fluffy towel to dry off so he could put on the decidedly feminine clothes that had been left piled messily by the sink for him.

 They fit close enough and Flynn wandered out to see Danny in his human form waiting just outside. His eyes went wide.

 “Danny why—“

 “Relax,” Danny said rolling his eyes, “they don’t know I’m Phantom.”

 Flynn frowned. “They’re your parents?”

 “Yup,” he said, popping the p.

 “… So we’re… cousins.”

 “Yeah, well… we already kinda knew that—“

 “I meant on the human side.”

 Danny grimaced. “I guess?” He rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Honestly I didn’t even know I had a cousin? Much less one that went missing over a decade ago. They don’t talk about you. Never have.”

 That was a bit painful in its own way, knowing he didn’t even leave a legacy behind, amongst his human family. Was he not important enough? Or did their grief hold their tongues?

 Flynn thought back to some of his other siblings—his ghostly siblings. (He didn’t actually know if he had human siblings now. Did he want that? He really didn’t know.)

 When Fido faded… it had hurt, he had been grief stricken and heartbroken and— he never stopped talking about him. Telling his story and keeping his memory alive. Even Mother didn’t just ignore that he had existed. He had failed, but he hadn’t been forgotten.

 It left a bitter taste in his tongue.

 Then again, perhaps the dead were simply better at grieving.

 “Do you know…” Flynn felt his words dry on his tongue and fought to finish his question, “where my-my parents are?”

 “They got divorced.” A new, unfamiliar voice answered. A young woman stepped around the corner. She smiled softly and held out a hand. “Sorry, thought you should know. I’ve been looking into certain things since you and Danny got back— I’m Jazz by the way.”

 “Flynn,” he took her hand. It was smooth, then again everyone’s hands were smooth compared to his. “I remember you as quite a bit younger honestly.”

 “I’m sure,” she smiled again, this time more honestly and let go of his hand. “Honestly the parents don’t know what to do, they’re both having two completely separate meltdowns. So if you want to see Aunt Alicia you’ll have to hitch a ride with me and Danny.”

 “Oh?” Flynn asked, ignoring the loud pounding of his heart screaming that he was going home he might finally be going home.  

 “She has a farm down in Spittoon, Arkansas. It’s a few hours away but we can make it before dinner if we head out now.” Then her eyes moved over him, assessing. “Unless you want to get changed?”

 “I’d rather head out now actually,” he said, biting his inner cheek as his heart grew louder.

 Jazz sighed. “I thought so.”

 Danny snickered and grabbed him by the wrist, headed to the basement. “We’re stealing the spectre speeder, it flies so we’ll get there in no time.”

 “You won’t get in trouble?” Flynn asked, raising an eyebrow.

 “Ha, good one.” Jazz opened the basement door and led them down. “That would require our parents having a sense of responsibility.”

 Flynn felt off center at that comment. Something wasn’t right here, behind the scenes. He looked at the exhausted expression both of his cousins had and how different it was from the curious energetic brat Flynn had gotten to know Danny as.

 It was easy enough getting buckled into the speeder, and honestly the flight itself wasn’t particularly long either.

 Watching the scenery was something special though, the way it weaved so seamlessly together—instead of the different hod-podged together pieces of the Infinite Realms that always felt like the wrong parts of a poorly put together puzzle.

 The farm they landed in front of was unfamiliar to Flynn, and he found himself mourning once more for a childhood home he already knew he would never see again but now knew no longer existed.

 “Stay here,” Jazz said, laying a comforting hand on Flynn’s shoulder before approaching the front door.

 He did so. Frozen by fear, by indecision. He’d spent so long trying to forget his past, trying to cling to it… building up his memories of his parents as a perfect family to compare them to Mother.

 Flynn could almost feel her watching, judging. Waiting for the other shoe to drop and to welcome him back into her open arms after he broke apart once again.

 Maybe it was another trap? This one, specific to him alone. A lesson to learn—      I am your Mother. This is your family.  

 The door opened loudly and a deep voice rang out. “Now how in tarnations did you two get all the way out here?”

 It hurt all of a sudden. A sharp stabbing pain in Flynn’s chest and if he were truly a ghost he might have thought his Obsession was going haywire or that his form was destabilizing.

 He must have zoned out or something because he didn’t notice when hard, calloused hands cupped around his cheeks—a mimicry of her sister’s own actions.

 “Flynn? Sweetheart?” His mom said in a soft voice, still steady, still confident, still as strong as he remembered.

 “Ma?” he just barely managed to choke the word out when she pulled him into a bone crushing hug that made him feel so wonderfully secure he never wanted to leave these arms again.

 But…

 He pulled himself away. “I’m sorry for disappearing like that, Ma. I got… really     really lost.”

 She punched him in the shoulder, hard. It looked like it might have hurt her but she didn’t flinch, just kept smiling despite the tears clearly running down her face.

 “You went and grew up without me… gotcha grandpa’s height too, and…” her thumb brushed away some of the tears collecting in his lashes, “you’re such a fine man now.”

 He looked away, his gaze lingering on the farm itself. “I have a home,” he finally said, “built it with my own two hands. It’s got a garden, and a pretty cool, uh… fence?”

 “Well,” she pulled him down into another tight hug, “you just make sure you keep coming to visit okay?”

 And that was when he broke, desperate and weeping, sobbing into his mom’s shoulder like the child he truly felt he was.

 It was dark by the time he ran out of tears and his mom led him and his cousins in for dinner. She made it herself, along with a rhubarb pie that wasn’t quite sweetened enough.

 He knew Danny was sneaking glances over towards him the entire time, fighting back a confused expression. Flynn sighed, and ignored it.

 After dinner his mom sent all three of them to bed. Jazz and Danny shared the guest room. Flynn… had his own.

 It might as well have been a guest room, except it had all of his old things. At least the things that wouldn’t have rotted with time, or that he would have outgrown.

 His mom had kept a room ready for him, as if he’d just moved out rather than disappeared. It was something about that, the level of trust, of implied freedom, of being a place he could come to when all of it was too much, that made everything feel like a dream— a bubble about to pop. It was too good, too kind. He didn’t know how to feel about it at all.

 There was a magic in her easy acceptance of him back in her life, without the chains he’d almost expected to tie him back down.

 Honestly, he was so scared to stop moving, he didn’t think he’d ever truly be able to. And his own little farm, so similar to this one, he made that, crafted it from the ground up. He’d be loath to let it rot without him. The Blood Blossoms were so hard to cultivate and it wasn’t like he could get Dokkaebi to help. Or any of his other ghostly siblings.

 Siblings he didn’t have to weigh against his mom, didn’t have to choose between the life he’d had and the life he’d made.

 He went to sleep on a bed just a bit too soft, with dreams just a bit too dark. But it was the best night of sleep he’d had in a long time nonetheless.

 The next morning he helped his mom out on the farm. He was used to the labor and she was appreciative. Jazz and Danny were still asleep.

 Flynn wasn’t really surprised, Danny looked like he needed it especially. And it was nice to just be alone with his mom.

 They didn’t talk much, caught each other up on the big events in life. His mom mentioned the divorce, Flynn mentioned being taken in by a sort of ‘foster’ system and all his new siblings. She mentioned starting the farm, he mentioned making his house.

 She asked when he was going to leave, he said he’d like to stay for a few days more. She nodded, and mentioned getting him some real clothes before he heads back out. He had gone from wearing a spare outfit of Jazz’s to a spare outfit of his mom’s. A bit shorter, but it fit better around the shoulders. A bit loose around the waist and chest though.

 They were making a late breakfast when his cousins came downstairs. Both of them whispered quickly back and forth in some kind of argument.

 Luckily, they stopped when they noticed Flynn could hear and he didn’t have to try and break them apart or anything.

 “Aunt Alicia!” Jazz said, stepping forward, “I can help in the kitchen, Danny has something he wants to talk to Flynn about.”

 Danny nodded and grabbed Flynn by the arm, not bothering to hide his strength as he dragged him outside and into the fields.

 “Danny, what—?”

 He stopped and turned around, a betrayed expression on his face. “You’re going back.”

 It wasn’t a question.

 Flynn sighed and answered as if it was, “It’s my home.”

 “Your home is here! This is your family! Why would you go back to—“

 “Danny,” Flynn cut him off, voice sharp. “You don’t get to choose my life. No one gets to choose my life but me. Not even well-meaning family.”

 “But…”

 “I’m sorry, but I’m my own person. I have a life, and I don’t hate it. I’m really,      truly    grateful that you brought my Ma back into this life, but she and I don’t need to change who we are for a happy ending.”

 He ruffled the kid’s hair until his expression morphed from confused guilt to something that better suited a fourteen year old.

 “You already gave us that.”

#Danny Phantom #Flynn Walker #Aunt Alicia #Reunion fic #Bee's Writing #flynn Fenton #DP