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danny and jazz are such siblings. even when under a secret identity, danny cannot stop being an annoying younger brother. also, spectra! (ao3) (masterpost)

Part 3 Chapter 2

Something was wrong with Kwan.

If asked, Danny couldn’t exactly say what had concerned him in a way that made sense to most people. Kwan didn’t seem angry or sad. He wasn’t yelling all the time or too depressed to get out of bed. If anything, he seemed almost aggressively happy. Like the moment Danny started to worry that he was upset, he smiled bright and made a joke.

Maybe that was what did it. No one was actually that happy all the time. But all of a sudden, Kwan stopped complaining. He never sat down at the lunch table with a groan and launched into whatever stupid thing Paulina had done in Algebra. He never whined when he died in Doomed. He never put his feet in Danny’s lap and switched the channel from National Geographic to whatever sports game was playing. He didn’t make fun of Danny at all.

When exactly it started, Danny wasn’t sure. But he’d first noticed about a week prior, when he, on reflex, sneezed into his hand instead of his elbow. Kwan had always hated it when he did that. “That’s nasty, dude. Go wash your fucking hands,” he’d said every other time. One of the things about being a doctor’s kid was that he was particular about sanitization.

This time, though, Danny was already off the couch before he noticed that Kwan hadn’t said anything. Instead, he was staring at the pillow in his lap, mouth twitching in a grimace. Kwan, noticing his stare, turned and smiled up at him.

“Are you good, dude?” Kwan said. He was so fucking earnest, too. Like a goddamn puppy. Staring up at him with big ol’ eyes. So goddamn concerned because Danny stood up suddenly.

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I just…” Danny let the sentence trail off before sitting back down.

It didn’t hit him until he got home that night: Kwan hadn’t said anything about his sneeze.

So something was wrong, but what was he supposed to tell anyone? “Oh, he’s too happy”? “He didn’t make me wash my hands when I sneezed”? They’d call him a lunatic. Maybe he was. How could he know what was wrong if Kwan wasn’t going to say anything?

He could talk to Dr. Huang, but that felt too close to snitching. He didn’t even know for sure that something was wrong beyond just a feeling. This whole thing just felt… nuts.

Well, if he was crazy, maybe he needed to go to an expert.

—

“Any reason you insisted we meet in the mall and not at home?” Jazz said, slurping on an Orange Julius.

“Because Mom and Dad are somehow simultaneously the least involved and the nosiest parents in the world?”

“Fair enough.” Jazz took another slurp. “So what’s going on?”

Danny pinched his nose. “Okay, look, I’m going to tell you all this in confidence and if you ever tell one single other person about this I will never tell you anything ever again for as long as I live, okay?”

“Are you… okay? Like are you in danger? Because even if you hate me, I’m not going to let you—”

“No! Jesus,” Danny said, pointedly ignoring the fading bruises under his shirt. The hunter ghost—Skulker—had come after him again, but at least this time he’d managed to get the asshole in the thermos. Kwan had looked sick when he saw the mark, though Danny wasn’t sure why. Kwan had seen him worse before and had never come close to vomiting. “It’s just personal, is all, okay? And I don’t want to hear anything about it from Mom or Dad or Lancer or—or anyone!”

“Okay, okay.” Jazz held her hands up in surrender. “Are you finally going to tell me what happened between you, Sam, and Tucker?”

“Nothing happened, we just… don’t hang out anymore.”

“Uh huh.”

“I mean it!”

“Danny, the three of you have been best friends since fifth grade. You didn’t gradually grow apart; you suddenly fell apart. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, but I’m not an idiot.”

Danny crossed his arms and slumped in his chair. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jazz took another sip of her drink. “Okay, okay. Then what did you want to talk about?”

“Kwan.”

“Ah. The new friend.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t talk about him much.”

It was true enough; Danny figured that talking about Kwan would only draw attention to the fact that Sam and Tucker weren’t around anymore. Of course, Jazz had noticed anyway.

“Well, he’s just—weird lately.”

“Weird how?”

“Gah, I don’t know! It sounds dumb if I say it out loud.” Danny slumped even further in his seat.

“Dumb or not, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me anything.”

“It’s—he’s too nice!”

Jazz tilted her head in confusion. “And that’s a problem?”

“No! I mean, yes!” Danny groaned. “Look, he wasn’t being mean to me before, you know? But… he teased me sometimes. We teased each other. But now it’s like he can’t be anything other than perfectly nice all the time, even when we’re just messing around. Like, the other day I sneezed into my hand—”

Jazz wrinkled her nose. “Gross, Danny.”

“That’s what he always said! He always told me to wash my hands and that it was disgusting and stuff. Now he just sits there awkwardly even though I know he noticed.”

Jazz hmmed. “It does sound a little strange, but not overly worrisome. Can you think of anything that happened recently that might have impacted him?”

Danny thought back for a moment. “Well, he was friends with the kid that died.”

“You see? It could very well be a response to the grief he was feeling, then. Something that just needs to run its course.”

Danny shook his head. “But he wasn’t acting like this at first. It only started after—” The words died in his throat.

“After what?”

“The shrink.” Jazz gave him a look. “Sorry. Grief counselor. He started seeing her around when this whole thing started.”

“Danny, Dr. Spectra is a highly trained specialist. She’s trying to help Kwan. Correlation is not necessarily causation.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means that just because two things happened at the same time, it doesn’t mean they’re linked. He could just have other things on his mind.”

Danny groaned. “Ugh, I know it sounds silly and—and small! But he’s not acting like himself. Maybe it has nothing to do with the—with Dr. Spectra, but something’s wrong, Jazz. I know it.”

Kwan didn’t seem sad, it was true, but—shouldn’t he? His friend just died! He should be upset. Conflicted. Instead, it seemed like Kwan was going out of his way to seem entirely unaffected. It couldn’t be normal.

Jazz slurped the dregs of her Orange Julius. “Are you sure you aren’t just looking for problems to avoid thinking about something else?”

“Am I—what?”

“Are you sure this isn’t about whatever happened with Sam and Tucker?”

Heat flushed his face. “Yes, I’m sure. And I told you I didn’t—”

“I’m just worried—”

“—want to talk about it! I know exactly what happened! I don’t need you to therapize me about it!”

Jazz shrank in her seat. “I’m only trying—”

“I don’t care! Why don’t you listen to me for once?”

“I am listening—”

“It sure doesn’t feel like you are.” Danny jolted out of his chair, knocking it over. Heads snapped over to their table, and his face reddened further with embarrassment. He picked the chair up and jammed it back under the table. “Whatever. I’m done with this.”

“Danny, wait!”

He ignored her and stalked away.

—

Danny wandered Amity Park in a fugue of fury for twenty minutes before he calmed down enough to start making a plan. The conversation with Jazz, frustrating though it was, had also brought him to his first lead: the shrink.

Okay, so it wasn’t much of a lead. Correlation, causation, blah blah blah. But even if it wasn’t actually her, this Spectra lady might have some idea of what was bothering Kwan, right?

As the thought crossed his mind, Danny shook his head. No. No. That was the sort of shit that had pissed him off about Sam and Tucker. Invasion of privacy and shit. He could not turn around and be the world’s biggest hypocrite about it now.

Maybe he could just… look her up. Spectra didn’t sound like a common name; maybe he could find something on the internet. A school she used to work for, or something. If she was legit, she should have credentials online, yeah? A thread to pull at. Something.

Tapping in “Spectra” to the search bar led him to a brand of breast pumps. Damn it. Looked like he’d need a first name at the very least.

He could ask Jazz, but she was kind of the last person he wanted to talk about this with. He could ask Kwan, but he was definitely the last person he wanted to talk about it with. He could go by her office on Monday?

That would be reasonable, he supposed. Just wait.

It was Saturday, so the school was closed. He was supposed to head over to Kwan’s in an hour, but he hadn’t planned on leaving the conversation with Jazz so abruptly, so now he was stuck wandering around the city until it was time to go over there. He could go home, but Jazz would just corner him again. He could show up early, he supposed, but since Kwan was the one he was so worried about…

Danny put his phone away and started back down the street. Mindless wandering it was. He walked for another five minutes before he stopped and faced a brick wall.

“I hate waiting,” he said, resting his head against the wall.

Well, he had ghost powers. He had an hour to kill. He could just… sneak into the shrink’s office. Take a peak at her name and maybe see if she had anything incriminating lying around. Like cult robes or human bones or something.

The thought had barely formed in his mind before he was slipping into an alleyway and transforming into his ghost form—into Phantom.

(He’d started referring to his ghost self as Phantom out loud, even. Kwan didn’t even tease him for it.)

He flew toward school, flickering on his invisibility. One of those things he’d been practicing with Dr. Huang: using two powers simultaneously. No more falling unconscious from exhaustion. Dr. Huang insisted that if she was going to let him fight ghosts, even provisionally, then she was going to do her best to make sure that he was as prepared as possible. If he wasn’t hanging out with Kwan, then he was training with her.

(You aren’t gonna die, she said, not on my watch. Not if I have anything to do with it.)

(Danny whined and complained, but there was a little warmth in his chest at how blatantly she cared.)

And he could see the payoff now, flying while invisible like it was second nature. He had enough brain space leftover to obsess over what was wrong with Kwan and that terrible conversation with Jazz, even.

He practiced holding intangibility, too. If he didn’t have the brain space to obsess anymore, that was an unrelated consequence.

It can be forgiven, then, that since he was putting so much effort into not thinking, he didn’t notice that, when he flew into Spectra’s office, someone else was already there.

He flicked off his invisibility and intangibility all at once, hovering over Spectra’s desk, and someone screamed.

“Ahh!” he screamed back. The bright light of a phone flashlight blinded him, and he pawed at the light switch with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Who—Who’s there?” a thin, familiar voice demanded.

Danny blinked away the spots in his vision to see fucking Jazz, trembling but trying to pretend she wasn’t, one hand on her hip. Which, seriously? He’d tried so fucking hard to avoid Jazz and her big sister disapproval, and where did he find her but breaking into school. If he wasn’t currently a ghost and also breaking into school, he would so be lording this over her head for forever.

“Uh, Phan—Phantom.” He tried to make his voice deeper, but it cracked in the middle of the word. Fucking puberty.

“Who’s Phan—are you glowing?”

“Um. Yeah.”

“Are you floating?”

“Yeah?”

“No.” Jazz shook her head, stepping back. “No, no no no, this can’t be real!”

“Look, I know it’s weird, but can you please freak out more quietly?” Danny flicked his head back and forth, like someone would spring out of the darkness. It was stupid; who else would be here, anyway? But he’d already had one big surprise and he wasn’t looking for another one.

“You’re a ghost?”

“...Yeah.”

Whatever reaction he was expecting her to have (fear? anger?), it wasn’t for her to kick the wall and shout, “God dammit!”

“Are you okay?”

“No! If my parents find out that they’ve been right about ghosts this whole time and I’ve been wrong, they are going to be so insufferable. My brother, too.”

Danny couldn’t help it. He pointed and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up,” she said, because she was exactly the kind of teenager to say “yuck it up” without a hint of irony. “Can we, like, agree to call you a ghoul or something? Literally anything other than a ghost?”

“Absolutely not,” he said. Just because she didn’t know he was her kid brother didn’t make him any less her kid brother.

“Ugh, fine. You’re not gonna, like, kill me or anything, though?”

“Nah, you’re good.”

“Well, at least my parents were wrong about one thing.”

Danny felt a blush rise up to his cheeks and he turned away from Jazz. She was really willing to trust him despite him being a ghost that she just met. He’d never tell her, but it was nice.

“Yeah, I’m just here to—wait, why are you here?” She’d been so dismissive of the idea that the shrink could be involved, but now here she was not even an hour later, breaking and entering at the school when she’d always been the most obnoxiously well-behaved person he’d ever met. It made no sense. Was Jazz secretly a rule-breaking badass this whole time?

No. No way.

“None of your business!” Jazz reared back and crossed her arms. “Why are you here?”

If that’s how she wanted to play it… Danny stuck his tongue out at her. “None of your business.”

“Jeez, I meet an actual ghost, and he’s a freaking child.”

“You started it.”

Jazz groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. Fine. I’ll tell you why I’m here if you tell me why you’re here, okay?”

“Okay,” Danny lied.

“Look, I've been… shadowing Dr. Spectra for a couple weeks now and—something's off about her. She keeps being confused when I mention stuff about psychology that she should know. She hides it well, but she always changes the subject when I bring up any specific theory or practice.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. This was a very different story than “she's a highly trained specialist.”

“So she sucks at her job?”

“Well, that's what I thought at first. Like, definitely bad, don't get me wrong, but not… intentional.”

A hand reached into his chest and squeezed. “But now?”

“My little brother. He's worried about his friend, and I—well, he came to me and said his friend started acting weird when he started talking to Dr. Spectra, and I thought it had to be a coincidence, because she’s not a great therapist but that doesn’t make her evil, and I didn’t want to badmouth her to my kid brother, so I didn’t say anything to him, but then I was curious so”—she took a deep breath and unlocked her phone—“I googled her name, and, well, there was only one result that seemed to be about her.”

It was a blog, homemade, with a glittery pink header that read “Justice for Sarah” in curling font over a blue background. The most recent post read:

The IDIOTS at WXKZ still refuse to print the truth about Sarah’s murder even though we showed them her diary. So I just have to keep posting about it here, I guess. My daughter was depressed, yes, but she was getting better! She was seeking help! She even went to her school’s guidance counselor all on her own. And this ““““““Doctor””””””” Penelope Spectra started telling her lies and making her worse all over again.

Sarah wrote about it in her therapy diary. “Dr. Spectra says I need to not worry my parents so much” “I have to make sure I’m not a problem anymore” She was NEVER a problem! She was my baby! And I don’t care that she swallowed the pills on her own, this Spectra lady is the one that killed her!!!!!

But the cops won’t listen, and the journalists won’t listen, so I just have to keep her story alive here. Please, help me get justice for my daughter. She was 15. She liked drawing bunny ears on all our pictures of her. Don’t let Spectra kill someone else.

Danny could imagine, for a moment, a woman sitting at her desk, furiously typing this post, scrubbing tears from her eyes. There was no filter. No clever designs to enhance empathy, to draw his attention to just the right places. No well-crafted language to make him just the right combination of angry and sad. Whoever made this blog clearly had no experience with this sort of thing. It was honest, in a way that very little on the internet was anymore.

“Oh,” he said. “Oh shit.”

Was this real? Was this the same Spectra? Was she saying this garbage to Kwan?

(If Jazz was right, then he almost felt bad for Spectra, because Dr. Huang would definitely, definitely kill her.)

(He thought about the tightness of Kwan’s face when he insisted that he had nothing to be sad about, really, don’t worry about him, and he didn’t feel bad anymore.)

“Yeah,” Jazz said. “And, I don’t know, it could be a lie. I found an obituary for Sarah, but it doesn’t mention cause of death or anything. It could just be a grieving parent, looking for someone to blame.”

Danny coughed. Act normal. Act normal. This didn’t affect him personally. “Or it could be something worse?”

“Pretty much. I just can’t figure out why. What would someone get from intentionally being a bad therapist? What possible motive could there be?”

There was a pounding in his skull and his chest. It felt hot, but he couldn’t stop to focus on it. He was pretty sure he knew what it was, ultimately, and it would only make Jazz suspicious of him if he let it out now. “Maybe some sort of cult thing?”

Was he speaking words? Were words coming out of his mouth?

Jazz shook her head. “That seems like something that would involve more people, y’know?”

“I’m all out of guesses, then.”

She rolled her eyes and moved to the desk, tugging at one of the drawers. Danny pushed down the fire in his head, the red swamping his vision and floated forward to help.

They made quick work of the desk, skipping through a bunch of innocuous files, some fidget spinners, blank notebooks and planners. For someone who had been in town for weeks now, Spectra really didn’t have much personal stuff in her office. Danny wasn’t sure if that was suspicious, or if he was inclined to see everything as suspicious right now.

“So, why are you here?” Jazz said as they moved on to the filing cabinet. It was locked, but a simple tug with an intangible hand pulled it right open. “You never did say.”

Danny winced. “Uh. Same thing.”

“Oh, your little brother also made you suspicious that the therapist you’ve been shadowing might not just be bad at her job, but actively evil?”

“Something like that?”

“Hey! The deal was: I tell you my story, you tell me yours!”

Danny opened his mouth to say something smart that would deflect all suspicion, but he was cut off by the sound of the office door handle turning. Before either of them could panic, he grabbed Jazz’s shoulder and turned them both invisible.

The door opened and in stepped Spectra’s odd little assistant, the short man with the green eyes.

“Now,” he said, voice soft, “I know we didn’t leave those lights on when we left yesterday. Is someone in here?”

The little man swerved around to look under the desk, stopping right in front of Danny and Jazz. Jazz let out a little whimper before Danny got his hand over her mouth and the man’s eyes whipped up.

“Ah,” he said, “so there’s a little ghostie in here. Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m not here to muscle in on your turf. Why don’t you come out so we can talk? Face to face?”

Danny said nothing, clenching his hand harder around Jazz’s mouth. He felt something wet soak into his palm, but he couldn’t tell if it was Jazz’s sweat or tears.

“Oh, come now. We can work together! Look,” and there was a bright flash of light and instead of the man, there was now a green blob ghost. “See! I’m one of you. More or less.”

Jazz got impossibly tenser against him.

Yeah, Danny was now willing to say that Spectra was probably evil.

“There’s no need for any… hostility between us. We won’t get in your way if you don’t get in ours.”

There was cement in his mouth, binding his jaws together. There was lava in his chest, burning holes in his heart. He couldn’t afford to be either afraid or angry right now, though. Not with Jazz right there, so very scared that he could feel her heart beating through her shirt.

“What is in your way?” he said at long last. His voice sounded like gravel, but it should help to disguise him.

“Oh, very little. We’ve got our own set up here in the school. Honestly, we’d be glad to have you around. More ghosts means more misery for us.”

“Misery?”

“Yes, well, you see, this is what I meant when I said more or less. My boss and I—we need to feed on human emotion. Misery really does the job for us, and what better place than a high that’s beset by ghosts?”

Danny said nothing, horror wiring his mouth shut.

“So you see, we have absolutely no reason to interfere with whatever your plans are for this town, and we pose absolutely no threat. Honestly, we should be friends.”

Jazz trembled in his hold. That was enough information gathering, then.

“Uh, okay, then,” he said. “Bye.”

Maybe not what a cool, mysterious ghost would’ve said, but he was too strung out, too terrified, too furious to care. He tightened his hold on Jazz, turned them both intangible, and flew them out of the school and into the night.

#danny phantom #dp switch #my writing #my fanfic #kwan #look this whole chapter is just danny and jazz being siblings and also cute little investigators #i was SO tempted to give jazz a little deerstalker hat but it just didnt make sense in the timeline #but know that in my heart she's dressed like sherlock holmes

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zappedbyzabka · 7 months

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#Makes me think of broken down vulnerable Johnny who’d been swept up by Silver after the tournament and corrupted damn near sympathy-less #spoiled by that richie #(and a lot more than that.) Johnny gets bored and goes after Daniel. starts purposely being a tempting brat to piss him off and get pushed #around. ‘I don’t know how to karate anymore Danny :( will you come to my place and teach me?🥺 Will you throw me around and try out this pu—‘#bc we know i love that au #Flirty af with that russian damn #Will have more gifs of him because I didn’t realize how sassy and flirty he was in this #EVERY single time a man got angry/demanding with him he went: :) :) :) Oh yeah?#He was just there to get manhandled and that BAG #that shmoney #That angry railing that leaves him limping #He makes them work for it despite his interest though. It’s funner that way and by no means is he an easy lay #You gotta do the time for that pussay or you gotta have a big dick #*Rojack. getting called out for being a liar and manipulative bitch* Mhmmm and what else? :^)#humanweapon #william zabka

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gingerteaonthetardis · 1 year

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random ce from shallow grave

#good to know danny boyle was as obsessed with his eyes as the rest of us #also i was so tempted to include the shower shot but it seemed off-theme #christopher eccleston #shallow grave (1994)

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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An electric core

Danny would never forget.

The smell of smoke.

The flash of light

Green electricity shooting what appeared to be lightning all round him.

The pain shooting from his arm. Then the beam of light shooting around him. A green ring transforming him.

The screaming form he and his friends

Dying and coming back.

Everything changed from that day.

Lichtenberg scars now ran along his arm.

No longer able to storm watch with his friends. Thunder began to bother him often accompanied by lightning. He couldn’t watch shows with bright flashes or lightning. Lights flickering began to happen around him. The power lines had overloaded around him. Sparks coming off the lines. Electronics became a taunt. Even having fried a motherboard his parents had left out. No longer was he playing his video games.

Activities he once enjoyed brought him back to his death. A memory he wanted to forget. One he could never forget. No form was safe from the memories.

Then powers came with his death

Becoming a halfa wasn’t the worse.

Original he thought he’d enjoy the powers. Being invisible, the ability to walk through wall, and even flying. Danny thought it would be great. Play some pranks and have some fun. Something good had come from the event.

Then the ghost appeared.

And then being a halfa was the worst.

His parents never shut the portal down. There Fenton lock was a joke. How often did his dad leave it open? Far too often. Only to catch ghost as if they were fish flinging them into the human realm. Every ghost, ever rogue, any entity that made it through made his life a living nightmare. No need to attack the humans. Even without touching his friends made him relive the accident.

All because of his ghost sense.

Not some silly little breath. No chill along his spins. Not a cool warning.

No.

It was shockingly horrible time. His scars would glow green. Lights could flicker, blowing a breaker or two. The feeling of a being shocked is what got him. It wasn’t painful, not at all. It just brought him back to the accident. Every time a ghost appeared.

Lunch Lady was his first experience. He couldn’t stand her appearances anymore. Even with the shocks so minor she laid the foundation. That experience had been the worst.

The screaming

Falling to the ground

His scars glowing a light green.

Vison fading black.

Remembering his death

The muscle spasms that followed.

Forgetting to breathe

It was too much.

Anytime a ghost was near it happened. Always starting from the middle. If only he could just get used to it. Even without pain his arms always had phantom pains after. Danny just needed the ghost to stop coming through the portal.

He’d rather surprise attacks.

Keeping box ghost in the thermos became more considered each time he showed up. Boxy took no hints, only wanting to cause chaos. An escape nearly every day. If his ghost sense wasn’t so bad, he would be worth the effort. He had been ready to just trap him for eternity.

The first three months absolute torture. There was no relief. Everything set him off. There was no escape.

The more it happened the less he remembered. Having been forced to process what had happened. To realize and accept his death.

No more muscle spasm

No being unable to breathe.

Hardly any memories

Never forgetting but not being reminded.

He accepted his ghost sense. It wasn’t a problem anymore. It was a part of him and would be as long as he had these powers.

Then they grew. The powers just had to get worse. His so-called ghost sense was happening at random. Even when no ghosts were around. It didn’t make sense. How can someone get used to something that changes. The level of shock, muscle spasm randomly occurring.

One day lightning shot from his hands. The flashes of the portal came shooting back. Danny couldn’t stop it. Green lightning kept coming out of him. The more it happened the less control he had. The strikes were wild and unpredictable.

His powers scared him.

The flashes brought him back. He couldn’t help but get lost in his thoughts. A reminder of what happened each time the lightning came from him.

Random green sparks. Random strikes. More storms happening in amity.

All his fault

Everywhere he went set him off.

Forced into his mind too much.

He just wanted to suppress it.

Once he held out. Lasted a week. It forced its way out. Causing him to collapse in pain he hadn’t felt since the accident. Everything burned from his chest spreading out. It wasn’t just memories. Danny thought it would kill him.

Anytime he attempted to suppress it would force itself out.

It was a curse.

Danny couldn’t get rid of it. He didn’t know how to or if it was even possible.

Danny doesn’t remember ending up in the ghost zone. One second his vison had gone black. The flash of his green lightning, the next he is floating in the ghost zone. The word faded and he is in the far frozen. Doesn’t recall getting here but he was.

Frostbite had greeted him in concern. All Danny could feel was the hum of static.

Apparently, he had a core.

Something he needed to survive. The thing that allowed him to use his powers.

An Electric core.

The yetis explained he needed to control it. If he didn’t use his powers, it would force itself out. The more he suppressed the more it would hurt. If he was scared the powers would run wild. There would be no control if he didn’t accept them.

They had ice cores. They couldn’t help.

Technus could and did.

The two had set aside their differences. Technus took a break from his conquering the world bit as he only took it as a challenge. Technus had felt the core long before Danny even knew it was there. He only went after the world as Danny did accidently suggest it.

Technus helped him use his powers. Make it apart of himself and even taught him party tricks.

Charging his phone without a cord.

Even some basic tech control. He could make a remote car work without the remote.

Making lights flicker on command. That was a fun way to mess with his parents.

The lightning was his to control. Not the other way. It was his.

Danny still had off days. The random muscle spasms that came from being over charged. Lightning was attracted to him. He still didn’t like storms.

Those days were better spent with his friends.

#dannymay2023 #dannymay day 8 #electric core #danny does not like it one bit #technus was low key challanged #you know if someone was suggesting me to take over the worls #id be tempted #Technus was not self aware #I am self aware enough to know id fail #so i just wouldnt

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lunartflare64 · 1 year

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GUYS LOOK WHAT I MADE! I MADE THIS! ALL OF IT! BY MYSELF! Its based on one of my fics that I posted last year, and I'm sooooo proud of this. Maybe the gif quality isn't perfect, but I kinda like it like this. For my first animation (I'm fully counting it as an animation, I started teaching myself how to use Clip Studio today just to make things move) this turned out really well I think

#danny phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #my /gif/ thats right my /GIF/ for my fic i can make GIFS HAPPEN NOW #im actually kinda tempted to try out real animation after this - and maybe i got attached to clip studio #doesnt mean shit though i still hate it that program makes no sense ever (please dont take it from me)#if anyone knows how to make better quality gifs on clip studio let me know because while i like the aesthetic of this #i worked hard on it and would also like a clean version #(even if the file size is ridiculous)

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weird-gay-ships · 1 year

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You follow ONE @gilly-moon and all of a sudden Tumblr thinks you're into Danny Phantom.

#I don't even know what Danny Phantom is #though I admit I'm a liiiiitle tempted to find out #tumblr algorithm #wyatt posting

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galactic-feelins · 2 years

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I cannot sleep, my brain is very very buzzy, and I am once again thinking about that Danny Phantom au idea thingy with everyone knowing at least something. Like to be specific here, I saw a post the other day talking about angst in writing where Danny’s parents just refuse to believe him when there’s an actual reveal? And since then I’ve been thinking about a sorta different scenario:

So lets say Danny slips up, right? And he transforms back to normal on his way to the front door, thinking hopefully no one would see him on the way in maybe? And to his parents in the kitchen it’d look like he’s just coming home from school right? But one of them wasn’t inside at all and was on the way back home also and happened to see, yea? Now instead of thinking that Phantom is actually Danny, the conclusion his pare Come to is that Danny is actually PHANTOM! That monster, inserting himself in Danny’s place, parading around with an innocent face and a name that doesn’t belong to him? How sick and twisted, and what a vile game he played!

now hear me out here cuz I’d like to draw this when it’s not 6 in the morning yeah? Jack and Maddie don’t make it obvious they know, because maybe Phantom would spring some sort of trap or somehow hurt their son if he found out they knew, ya know? So if they do anything about the situation, like say go out in search of their actual son and where he could be or figure out how to keep their tech further out of reach of Danny and maybe even stopping themselves from rambling explanations on the things Phantom is clearly interested in? They’d have to do everything behind Danny’s back, possibly full of guilt for lying to his face and probably not sounding all that convincing. It ends up working out because Danny’s too tired to notice and too busy trying to cover his own lies to realize his parents are doing the same right back. In fact Maddie possibly hesitates, often noticing small human things that she’s not entirely sure if they’re just an act or an actual feeling, especially worse for Danny dozing off in the middle of something for seemingly no reason other than fatigue, which it can’t be, can it?

#Danny Phantom #I gotta think of a tag for this thing in case I start making stuff for it #I am very tempted to make stuff even though I only have basic knowledge and some phandom knowledge to go off of #I mean come on how hard can it be to make guestimations?#how much of the canon is ACTUALLY canon ya know? Can’t be all that necessary right?

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uncleghostt · 1 year

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#danny speaks #queer #mlm #gay #I speak for all gay ppl actually and know exactly what each of them look like we've kissed and made a marriage by 30 pact :/#guys I could make a million versions of this list and maybe I will don't tempt me

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boilingrain · 2 years

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Girl help I've just been reading Danny Phantom fics for the past few weeks & I hunger for more

On that note, does anyone have any good fic recs (preferably with minimal focus on shipping because I'm not really in the mood for that but if it's a good fic, I really won't say no unless the ship is illegal. Also I'm perfectly fine with most types of gore & body horror so fics with that probably won't bother me)

#Danny Phantom #I'm tempted to start reading Mortified but it's... so long and I usually don't have the patience for long fics #as of me posting this Mortified is at 289 chapters and I usually don't have the patience for fics with like... 50 chapters #I'm assuming that people who have been in this fandom longer than I have probably know some good fics #Help me out here I'm begging you

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fruutbaag · 9 months

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i need to draw more prsk stuff so i can lure people in and then hit them with my niche au

#if only i would FREAKING DRAW 😭#literally NOBODY and i mean NOBODY (that i know of.) HAS MADE A PROJECT SEKAI DANNY PHANTOM AU #I HAVE DOODLES. I HAVE WRITING DRAFTS. NEITHER ARE POST WORTHY YET AND IM SUFFERING #i Hope there are people who even Like both things out there. surely there are #i hope when i (eventually...) post my stuff Someone out there will enjoy it #anyways goddamn id be tempted to post the doodles i have but. im so self conscious of my sketch style #eventually. eventually ill have something i can post. hopefully soon bc im so autistic about this rn #i made a card edit but i dont want that to be my First post of the au lol #i wanna make a sideblog but 1 i dont think anyone would follow it 2 idk if id have enough Stuff to post and 3 ik id abandon it eventually..#anyways. monthly ramble over for now. im gonna get some food lie down and Maybe draw something post worthy if i have the art juice

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aro-aizawa · 7 months

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me: brain let's write we need to write and i feel the inspo to write

brain: WRITE!!! *throws inspo, energy and drive to write at me*

me: uhhhh brain this isn't my current wip.

brain: WRITE!!

me: but... this wip isn't gonna get posted like. at all.

brain: WRITE!!!!

#shut up danni's talking #i wanted to work on locked out >:/#but nooooo i just had to finish up a chapter on a wip that i don't want to post unless its finished #but its a multichapter thing and i WILL need to write the whole thing before posting it #i am SICK of having uncompleted wips posted that i don't ever finish bc i get tired of it #shoutout to my one pal who knows what this wip is ily #thanks for listening to my brainrot <3 #i'm not gonna talk abt it bc then i will be TEMPTED to post it but i must remain strong #.........IF i get to 50k words before i finish it then maybe i'll post it

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bluerosefox · 4 months

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Uncle Damian Mode ACTIVATE

Twins Danny and Damian but! They both know where the other is (Damian going to Bruce and Danny being sent to the Fentons on a mission at a young age), has kept in touch and all that.

They just...never got around to telling anyone about the other.

That is until Danny comes interrupting Damian on patrol one night in a panic, pushes a bundle into his arms and hurriedly says "Read our texts! It'll explain! I gotta go, got a fruitloop on my tail! Be back when I can!"

And rushes off. When Damian looks down at the bundle in his arm, ignoring the yelling on comms and Nightwing rushing over, he is stunned to see a almost identical face to that of his brother staring back at him, only he can tell its female from the more delicate features.

When he later reads the texts his brother sent during his patrol... well he's tempted to go fruitloop hunting but he has a niece to take of... and inform his father of his granddaughter he's currently holding.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #danny and damian are twins #deaged danielle?#or did he find her right as she was cloned from him?#point is Vlad wants the baby and Danny is going “NO”#but he doesn't want to put her in harms way so he rushes her to the only person he knows is his biggest secret #Danny going to kick Vlad's butt though #for trying to clone him but making him a daughter instead #his core latched onto her instantly so shes his baby now #Damian tells one of others to be ready to record #hes about to bombshell Bruce with the knowledge hes a grandfather now #a young grandfather. remember Danielle showed up when Danny was about 14/15 sooo #yeah #None of the batfam is happy about the secret twin that was kept from even them #or the clone turned daughter thing #or the obsessive creepy dude after their secret sibling

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dcxdpdabbles · 20 days

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DCxDP fan fic Idea: Danny Fenton's Ex

Danny wants to know that he did not go looking for a fight. He merely wanted to have some of the best hot dogs this side of the USA, in Tucker's words. The human world had changed a lot across differnt timelines but his best friend had assure him, this one was particually tasty.

He planned to pop in, hunt down the street cart filled with buns and meat, then pop out of Gotham. He was meant to visit for less than an hour at most.

He just happened to be at the wrong place and time. It really wasn't his fault! Danny had been minding his own business, using a paper map on the edge of a tall building (his phone had broken in the last ghost fight. Not that it would do any good since it wasn't connected to any living towers), squinting at the streets below, hoping to figure out where he was. The next thing he knew, an angry child leaped out at him with a sword.

Of course, he defended himself! The kid was doing some insane slashes in the air, and Danny had fought enough samurai ghosts to know not to underestimate how powerful a katana indeed was. He had been able to beat the child, encasing his arms in ecto-chains, after a full half hour of combat.

Danny had been dead tired- pun not intended- but just as he thought he was done, a second child had leaped out at him. This one carrying a bo-staff. It took another thirty minutes to beat this one, and just as he was gearing up for a lecture, a third child appeared.

She was wearing all purple and seemed to favor strong kicks. Danny had the bruise to prove it, but just as he could take her down—and stop the other two from escaping since they were attempting to do so—he was attacked by an actual shadow and her red bucket-head friend.

Now, those two were difficult to beat, especially when it was two vs. one. Shadow reacted as if she could predict all of his moves before he even made them, while Bucket Head made incredible shots with his guns covering her attacks.

Danny had already been expelled from his other two fights, so it was a miracle he was able to trick Shadow by allowing more of Phantom to bleed into his fighting style. She couldn't predict the dead!

He ended up on a roof with five children- okay, more like a child, two teenagers, and what could be the early twenties, but they were all young to him. Each was tied up securely with some of his own ecto-chains and glaring- he could feel the hate in their eyes even behind their masks- trying desperately to catch his breath.

"Oh boy, I'm not as young as I used to be. " He gasps between huffs. Maybe Sam was on to something when she lectured them for not having enough greens, normal exercise routines, or even taking vitamins. They really weren't teenagers anymore. "Ugh, I think I pulled something. I need to lie down..."

Just as Danny is allowing himself to slide to the floor, two more shadows jump at him. This time he's far too tired to dodge, and the blue one manages to land a drop kick to his chin. The force has Danny spinning in place, losing his balance, and slamming hard against the roof.

The tied-up children cheer, and if he wasn't a walking bruise right now, Danny would be half tempted to show them all a round two.

"Great Gatsby!" He cries out of reflex, rolling onto his back, ready to take a swing-

"Danny?" a new familiar voice cuts in. The sound is something Danny will never forget, even after all the years they have been apart. He used to fall asleep to that voice, muttering into his hair and warm arms wrapped around him, making promises never kept.

Danny whips his head around to see a man in a bat costume. He squits, studying the strong curve of a very familiar jaw and his voice-

"Wayne?" He blinks. Those lips- so familiar and different all in one- curve into a surprise, but please smile. Yes, that is definitely Bruce.

"Danny, I haven't seen you since-"

"You broke up with me through a letter on the hotel note-pad? A note-pad that I had to pay for since you touched it!?" Danny hisses, suddenly energized with pure, unadulterated rage. The man freezes.

"I, uh, see you're still upset about that." Wayne winces, shuffling on his feet- Bruce Wayne, the little human he found wandering the Infinite Realms, rescued, helped, trained, and had become human again to have the man dump him to "find himself."

Danny knew he found a lot of ladies on his self-discovery trip. He never forgave him. It has been embarrassing to have to return to the Realms to his friends' knowing eyes and his sister's sad shrug.

You knew a human could never understand or live with beings like us. We aren't like them anymore. She had told him. It was bond to end in disaster.

"What is happening?" The bow-staff kid asks

"I don't know, but I don't like it," Blue tells him.

Danny ignores them to glare at the man. "What the hell are you doing here, Wayne?"

Wayne frowns. "You used to call me Bruce."

"I used to do a lot of things, Wayne." Danny stands, gesturing to the group of people he has captured. "Can you kindly disappear again? I'm in the middle of something."

The man makes no move to leave. Instead, he tilts his head. "Those are my children."

"Of course they are." Danny rolls his eyes. "Tell them to not attack innocent tourists-"

"Are you here on vacation? Would you like me to give you a tour?"

The familiar words- the ones from their first date- make rage boil in his core. "Oh, go burn in the worst levels of hell!"

He doesn't stick around for a reply, twisting in a tight circle and ripping a hole into the Realms. He ignores Wayne's call of his name; it's too late- fifteen years too late- and shifts back into Phantom.

He prays he never sees that deadbeat again. Or the family his wife gave him. Not that Danny cares; it's been years, and he could care less what Bruce Wayne and his stupid kin got up to.

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"Bruce, I say this with all my heart, what the fuck was that?"

"That was the one I let get away."

There is a moment of silence before Damian speaks up. "I demand to be taken out of my misery. Mercy, kill me now, Drake."

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny Fenton's ex #Part 1 #spirit halloween #Bruce fumbled Danny #Ghost king who is more other then human #Danny was just vibing before the bat clan came swinging #Damian mistook him for a villian #his siblings were trying to save him #Danny is stronger but they gave him a good fight #Bruce misses Danny

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radiance1 · 1 month

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This an idea spawned from this old one.

Pariah Dark: Relinquish their soul to me small one.

Danny: [Is actually thinking about it]

Billy Batson: Okay how about we don't do that and instead hand them over to the law?

Pariah Dark: Your earthly justice system has failed you, so much so that you rely on those with powers and even other creatures to handle their incompetence. Small one, listen not to the vessel of the gods and relinquish their soul to me.

Billy Batson: Ooor, we could go for some ice cream?

Danny: You know what, yea sure why not.

Pariah Dark: What.

Billy Batson: Come one! I know this really cool ice cream place!

Pariah Dark: Small one! Do not be tempted by such mortal pleasures and relinquish their soul!

Billy Batson: Or, and hear me out. We could all get ice cream.

Pariah Dark:

Pariah Dark: Do they have mint? I have not tasted it in eons.

Billy Batson: Uhhh, yea I think so!

Later

Danny: You know, I still have no idea how you managed to convince him.

Billy Batson: [Finger guns] Solomon's Wisdom baby! Plus, no one can resist ice cream!

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

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vivwritesfics · 29 days

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Work For It

Daniel had turned their girlfriend into a pillow princess. Max needs him to fix it

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male receiving), dom!daniel, dom!max, sub!reader, reader gets called a brat, reader gets called a good girl, spitroasting, p in v, cum swallowing

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Max x reader x daniel

Daniel had created a monster.

When their relationship had first started, their girl had been as willing to give as she was to take. She'd get on her knees for them, ride them until the sun rose. They'd do the same for her in return, happy to pay to make her as good as she made them feel.

But then Daniel began giving her everything she wanted. All she had to do was pout a little and wrap her arms around his neck. He'd kiss her pouty lips and carry her to their bedroom to bring her pleasure.

Max had to deal with the burden of it. Where Daniel was happy to do anything she asked, Max wasn't. If she wanted him to help her get off, she was going to have to return the favour.

But Daniel had turned her into a princess. A pillow princess. And Max had to do something about it. He couldn't go to her though, not when she knew she had Daniel wrapped round her finger. So, he went directly to the source.

He waited until she was napping (a regular occurrence, since she stayed up with Max most nights) to talk to Daniel.

"She hasn't sucked me off or ridden in weeks, Daniel," Max confessed, his tone hushed.

Daniel shrugged his shoulders. "I'll suck you off," he said.

"Yeah, I know you will," Max snapped, but he quickly regained his composure. "But that's no the point," he said as he laid back against the couch cushions. "She doesn't do anything by lay there. You've turned her into a pillow princess and you need to fix it."

"Okay," Daniel agreed. "You, you're right. I miss seeing her on her knees for us."

Max leaned in and kissed him, an act that was quickly reciprocated. But before Daniel could push his fingers through Max's hair, messing it up, he pulled away. "Besides, if she doesn't go for it, we could always fuck each other, leave her high and dry."

So, it was decided. The next time she went to Daniel, wearing that tempting pout, he'd say no. He wouldn't give into her (but somehow Max doubted that would actually happen).

The next day, while Max was racing on the sim rig, she went to Daniel. As usual, she wore her prettiest pout as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Danny," she whined, pressing her body against his.

As her body moved against him, she felt just how hard he was in his shorts, just from her touch alone. She was going to get everything she wanted, she thought as she bit back her grin, trying to maintain her pout. "I need you," she whispered.

Daniel squeezed her arms around her, but then he gently pushed her away. "Baby, if you want Max and I to fuck you, you're gonna have to earn it."

Her pout only grew. "But Dannyyyy," she whined as she let her fingers trail down his chest, towards his trousers. This time she couldn't hide her grin as she touched his hardening length.

Again, he gently pushed her away. "Go and suck Max off if you want to get off," he said, pointing to the other room, where the rig was.

Her pout turned into a scowl as she turned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine," Daniel called back as she went to stride out of the room. "You can go grumble about it and stay needy, or you can go and give Max a blow job," he said.

That stopped her in her tracks. She momentarily dropped the attitude, threw her head back, and groaned. "Fine," she muttered and took off, walking towards Max as he raced.

As she approached, she knocked on the wall. "Are you streaming?" She asked.

When Max shook his head, she approached and got down onto her knees beside him. She still wore that same scowl as got onto her knees beside him. "Schat, what're you doing?" He asked as she fished him out of his shorts.

"He won't touch me, Maxie, not until I suck you off."

Max smirked as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. He sat back, sat comfortably, went went back to racing. "Better get to work, then."

The scowl returned to her face as she moved closer, taking his cock into her mouth. It had been so long since she had last done this, it was only a matter of moments before her knees began hurting and her jaw started aching.

Plus, Max could tell she wasn't putting her all into it. But he said nothing, just shaking his head as Daniel walked into the room and sat, watching them. "She's got quite an attitude, doesn't she?"

Daniel scoffed, laughing. "She's being a little brat at the minute," he said. "Feel free to fuck her throat if you need to."

She pulled off of Max, releasing him with a pop! She sat back, trying to give her knees a rest. She wiped at her mouth, but she didn't have much time before anything else before Daniel was behind her, holding her head, pushing her back towards Max's cock. "I don't think he said you can stop."

Although he was pushing her, Daniel was still gentle. He eased her onto Max's cock, moving her back and forth. He didn't push her all the way around, didn't push her until she was gagging.

Drool ran down her chin when Daniel finally let go of her. He watched for her a moment as she worked through her aching jaw, hollowing her cheeks. Max moaned, his eyes shut as he bucked his hips towards her. He had long since crashed his virtual car, too distracted by the way she was sucking him.

"Good girl," said Daniel, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her little shorts. When he tugged them down and squeezed her ass, she moaned around Max (which felt like heaven to him).

He let her go just a little longer before touching her more. Her shorts were around her knees as Daniel touched her, felt through her folds. Her eyes were shut and she whined, taking just a moment to feel his fingers.

Max bucked up into her lips and she got to work once again. He patted her head as she moved his lips up and down his shaft. When Daniel touched her clit she jolted forward slightly, but she never released Max from her lips.

She pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip.

"Do you think she's deserved it?" Asked Daniel as he felt just how wet she was.

"Fuck," Max hissed, steadily rocking his hips into her mouth. "Y-Yeah, she's earnt it," he replied, somewhat shakily. He never wanted it to end.

Daniel certainly agreed. He freed himself from the confines of his shorts and rubbed himself through his folds. He slowly pushed through as she let out a cry.

"You earnt this, baby," he whispered before he thrust into her.

She pulled her mouth away from Max's cock to cry out. "Fuck, Danny!" She cried as she threw her head back.

Daniel thrust into her a few times before stopping. If she wasn't going suck Max off, he wasn't going to fuck her. She let out a whine, grinding back against him. "C'mon, Danny," she said as she turned back to him and pouted.

The pout was really starting to piss him off now. "Get back to it," he said, swatting at her ass.

She returned her lips to Max, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking his entire length down her throat. She worked hard while Daniel fucked her, determined to make Max fuck.

"Oh fuck, fuck," Max cried, his fingers gripping her hair. "I'm close." He tried to pull her off, but she batted his hand away and kept working, until he was spilling his seed into her mouth.

She swallowed all he gave to her and released him from her mouth. Max grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him as Daniel fucked her. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing that she had swallowed it all. "Wow, princess," Max said, running her thumb over her lips.

Her eyes shut and small whines left her lips and Daniel pounded into her. "Fuck, you should feel her," he grunted as he looked towards Max.

The way she was clenching around him, it had Daniel so close. "Fucking hell." He swatted her ass again and she squeezed him tighter.

"Fuck, Danny, I'm..."

But that was as much warning as she could give him before she was finished, her body convulsing. It took a moment before she stilled, limp body held up by Max and Daniel.

Max ran his fingers through her hair, the feeling so comforting as she came down. Daniel kept going, but his pace as slowed, become sloppy. His grunts filled the apartment before he pulled out of her, spilling onto her back.

He kept a hold of her, keeping her up. Max stood, passing her to Daniel as he want to run a bath for her.

"You did so good, Baby," said Daniel as he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm so proud of you."

She curled into Daniel's hold, her head against his chest as she kissed his skin. "Thank you, Danny," she whispered, running his fingers through his hair. "But, do we have to do that again? I miss you taking care of me."

Daniel's laugh shook his entire body. "Nice try, princess," he said as he picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.

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