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schwarz-san · 1 year

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A DP AU idea

Fenton is important.

Phantom is the Hero of Amity.

Danny Fenton is lying dead in his arms.

...It wasn't supposee to be like this.

Not like this.

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Ecto fire burns, devouring whole of Amity. Lighting up the obscure skies and the ruins of the town.

Everything is gone, destroyed, dead. Not a single ghost can be found, and its all his fault.

He only wanted recognition, why did everything end up like this?

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He slumped to the pavement, Fenton lying on his arms, dead, broken, bathed in his own blood and ectoplasm with his chest cavity pried open for the entire world to see.

Not that thers anyone left to see it.

"Don't move."

He paused in his own thoughts. Looking up, he's greeted by the sight of Red Huntress, Valerie, poimtingher ecto-gun on him.

"Valerie..."

There's something not right about her.

Eversince moving to Amity park, going through countless amount of ghost atracks, he learned to differentiate ghost from humans.

(A bit too late to notice Spectra and her servant...)

Taking in her ethereal glow(a bit dimmer compared to most ghost somehow), the way her feet doesn't seems to touch the ground no matter how planted they seems to be and the oozing green seeping out of her visible wounds, he could tell...

Valerie is dead.

(—the GIW did something to Amity. Ghost can't stay in Amity for some reason and the dead doesn't turn to ghost no matter how much ectoplasm there is)

She's dead, and the only reason she's standing in from of him is through sheer will power and spite.

And its all his fault.

"Let him go Weston," she charge up her gun.

"Now."

Wes didn't respond, only turning his eyes to Danny's body before laying it down to the ground silently.

Valerie walks closer, leaving trails of bubbling, boiling ectoplasm with every steps she made. Wes could tell, she didn't have much time left. Soon, she'll be gone, just like the rest of the ghost that opted to stay behind Amity after what the GIW did.

"I'm an idiot." She chuckled.

"All this time, it was you all along. And to yhink that i broke up with you to protect you and so that i could hunt ghost better when you're in fact, more than capable of hunting ghost and protecting yourself from them." She looked like she wanted to say more, to hold him close and just babble about everything and anything until her time is up but refrained from doing so. Instead, she send Wes the most hate filled glare that he had every seen.

"I want to kill you."

And that's fine, Wes wants to die too.

"But I won't." She put her gun down.

"I want to kill you ,to make you feel what i feel, to make you feel what danny felt in those bastards hands. But I won't, Danny won't want that. It won't bring him, everything, everyone back. It won't even make me feel better." She isn't looking at Wes anymore, she has that mad glint in her eyes, flashing red as she speak and her emotions peak. It grew everytime she list down everythingshe wants to infict on him for causing this entire mess, her face morphing in to something more derange as she fell further towards her newfound obsession.

Making Wes suffer.

And he deserve all of it, he knew that.

But... it doesn't seem like she'll be able to follow through her obsession for long.

"Don't die Weston."

It would be forever burned in his mind, the sight of danny's vivisected body, and the sight of Valerie slowly melting in to a puddle of boiling ectoplasm over danny's corpse as she stared at him with her glowing red eyes.

"Watch the world burn from your sins you monster."

She melted, leaving only her eye before it, too melted as well.

"It's the least you can do."

And just like that, she's gone. He's alone, surrounded by the burning remains of his home town, the proof of his sins.

He slumped further in to the ground, staring at danny's corpse and the still bubbling ectoplasm that once have been Valerie's ghost.

He trembled, his hands shake as he clutched his head and covered his face, letting out a strangled cry in despair.

He isn't even allowed to die now!

Now bound to watch the world burn with his own fault.

If...! If he just didn't outed danny, hadn't exposed his secret, hadn't succeded in his endeavors! Then maybe, just maybe, the world won't end up like this. The world wouldn't have ended at all!

Everything is gone and it's all his fault.

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The world continue to burn and all wes could is watch.

It's been a year and he's the only one left, no one, not a single life form on earth is left except from him. No animals, no plants, nothing except him and danny's vivisected corpse, that had not rotten one bit even at this point, lying on a casket with wheels that he dragged around wherever he goes.

(—he should have buried him, to let him rest for good and be at peace. He deserve it, after all he did for Amity, for the world and for everything that he went through, good rest is something that he desreve more than everyone else.

But he just can't. No matter how hard he tried, he just can't make himself leave him, to make him rest in peace

—he doesn't want to be alon—!)

Not even those mindless half dead abominations (not danny, never him) that the GIW made in a futile attempt at replicating danny's halfa status.

It's been a year, he barely slept and hadn't eaten anything at this point. What ever the GIW did, ghost weren't the only one affected.

Frankly, Wes isn't sure if he could even called human at this point.

There's nothing left and isn't sure what to do anymore other than doing what valerie told him last year.

"Then perhaps I could just reap you right now," a echoing voice startled Wes out of his own thoughts, he froze and everything JUST S T O P P E D.

The fire, the ashfall, the wind and the ever present crackling sound of the ongoing apocalypse.

Everything stopped.

"Though tempting as it is, I won't, because just likeyoung valerie said, Daniel wouldn't like that." Wes feeling–feel–felt eternity stretched as he watch the halted world around him before turning to the talking figure.

A purple robed clock themed ghost that shift from a baby, a man, and an eldeely man. It's lower half being nothing but a wispy ghost tail holding a equally clock themed staff with C W initials on it.

(For a moment, Wes swore that thought he saw the staff flicker and got replace with a scythe. It was so sudden that Wes almost didn't noticed)

Wes stared at the ghost as the ghost leveled him with a stern expression. Reluctantly, he asked,

"...are you Death?"

It doesn't seem impossible if Wes really think about it, considering that seems to be ghost for everything. Nature, Disasters, Dreams, Nightmares just to name a few.

So it's only fair to think that Death would be some kind of ghost as well.

(He wondered how the ghost isn't affected by what the GIW did but considering that time seems to stop at the moment—)

"Death, young Weston, comes with time. Both being absolute until the very end." The ghost said cryptically, somehow managing to explaining everything yet not at the same time.

"Now, I am Clockwork, young Weston. I must ask, how does it feels to know that you trigger the end of the world? Just curious."

Wes flinched at the defenitely accusing tone. His eyes fell to danny's corpse and his casket and felt everything crashdown on him once again at the reminder as he felt his body trembled.

"I-I..." what is he supposed to say?

"Under normal circumstances, I don't interefere with the timeline, it distrupt order after all. Event like this however, requires intervention."

For a moment, Clockwork's staff seems to flicker.

"And just like I said before, as much as I'm tempted to snuff out your existence out of every possible timeline in the ever expanding multiverse, Daniel won't approve if such thing."

Of course, apparently, this Clockworks ghost knew Danny personally and in good enough term that he could addressed Danny as 'Daniel' which is as far as he knew is something that Danny hates just as much as 'Dan'.

"That and I have thought of a better way to recycle you."

Wait, recycl—!

All of a sudden, the world turn upside down and spin, he then saw a familiar body in familiar clothes holding a rope that connected to Danny's casket and he felt something hit the side if his head and—

Oh.

So he couldn't even see the end like he promised.

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A familiar ceiling and blarring noise of an alarm clock greeted Wes when he opened his eyes and ears.

He blinked, and suddenly shot forward out of his bed (his bed? Wasn't his bed gon—) his hands flew to his neck, to his head, to his body, making sure that his head is still connected to his body.

He let out a sigh of relief when he found that he's still intact.

A little calmer than before, Wes look around the place he woke up to. It... look exactly like his old room, his room way before he ended the world, the conspiracy board, his computer, his window, and multitude of picture of Danny both in his form.

His felt his face burn in embarassment and shame when it dawn to him that he had secretly taken pictures of danny in swimming trunks at P.E.

(Ancients, he really was that shameless wasn't he?)

Wes shut the alarm off and ignored the the conspiracy board (and danny's pictures when he was alive, alive, half alive, and not yet dead) and turn to what supposed to be his room.

This doesn't make sense.

This doesn't make any sense at all.

Clockwork flashed back to his mineld as well does the sight of his own headless body standing still while holding the rope of danny's casket.

He died.

He was dead.

How? How is this possible?

Eveything was gone, no one was left he was the only one left and—!

"Danny...."

God, where's danny?! His casket? Wha—!

His panic was interupted by the door being slammed opened.

"Dude! Dad's been waiting downstairs! Food's getting colder, better get down before he c—"

Standing in the door is his brother.

His long dead brother, telling him that's breakfast is ready.

His long dead brother who died from an ecto-ranium bullet to his forehead by the GIW.

Wes screamed.

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It's been a while since i write something, i hope i did fine.

That said, a DP fic idea! Don't know if i should make a whole fic s8nce i dont really have much time but i figure that i coild jist write them down here and continue them if i feel like it.

And the idea is free for everyone too!

Anyway,

Thanks for reading, Schwarz out!

#danny phantom #dp au #danny fenton #wes weston #valerie gray #clockwork #wes gets what he wanted #it wasn't like what he imagine #wes triggered the apocalypse #dead danny fenton #ghost!valerie #mild horror #slight gore #just a little #wes lived in a post apocalyptic wasteland #wes is not fine #wes is clingy #hes clingy to dannys corpse #he litterally drags the thing on a casjet with wheels and rope #using dannys vivisected corpse as a security blanket #danny got vivisected #GIW sucks #everyone is dead except wes and hes traumatized #time travel #clock work has no chill tho to be fair danny just died and hes like yeah screw the timeline dannys more important #Halfa wes weston #danny is his ghost obsession #like everyone joked about it before bit now its legit #hell do anyything for him just ti keep him safe and happy like ANYTHING #whats wrong with me? i thiight i was ovee my sadist phase! bit it seems like it juwt got worse as time goes and yeah lets make wes suffer

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 1 year

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Obsession | Ghostface, Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | Dead By Daylight

Summary. the ghostface isn’t known to be gentle, but when it comes to his... obsession, he can’t seem to bring out anything other than a wicked devotion that many could only envy, even if his muse couldn’t accept it just yet.

Warnings. intimacy, suggestive material, heavy petting, yandere vibes for ghostface tbh

Reader. Female reader <3

Word Count. 1392 words

Authors Notes. another danny fic lets gooooooooooooooo, only spell check was used and i wrote this in only an hour and a half while watching house of the dragon and barely able to speak english at this point. i love commas if you couldnt tell that already lmao. enjoy!

Obsession

the state of being obsessed with someone or something.

"she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

plural noun: obsessions

ㅡ”without obsession, life is nothing.” John Waters

There was something in the way he held you that made his grip secure, where you could feel the groove under every knuckle and the rise of his calloused skin, it was safe. It was comforting, really, if you ignored the suffocating reality that this wasn’t a choice of your own free will, and that your current situation was one that you had to become accustomed to. Large, needy hands move around you as you lay on your back, and you remain still enough for him to get comfortable on you.

His mask is shifted upwards slightly enough to see his lips, a wicked smile shows between them, and you feel a shiver up your spine as your body relaxes enough for the Ghostface to not know of your own inner turmoil's that are hidden behind your eyes and above your heart. He rests his head on your chest, face turned up into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his mask laying on the other side of your body while a killer finds comfort in your warmth- legs open and his weight crushing you in an oddly pleasant way.

He smells of leather, iron, and cologne, his hair is longer than usual, the short black tufts have now become loose curls that tickle the side of your face and neck. His scruff is starting to grow, you note, feeling it scratch your skin as he nuzzles into you further to comfort himself. He finally stills, and you let out a small sigh, giving yourself some time to shift under him for your own comfort.

He's cold, so unbelievably cold, and he saps the warmth your body created like a leech does to an open sore. Your heart picks up a bit as you feel his gaze on you, looking through the flesh and into a deeper part of yourself that even you refuse to acknowledge. His eyes aren't meeting yours, yours are closed, relaxed, and moving behind the darkness of your lids, His eyes stare into your skin, looking up, unmoving.

He’s waiting, you realize. Your hand twitches, before slowly coming up to rake your nails through his hair, a satisfied hum leaves his throat through unopened lips. But his eyes don't close. He expects more from his gaze. His muse. His lover.

Another hand, at the same pace as its successor, moves under the opened leather jacket, before finding its way under more cloth to the cool feel of his back. He isn’t a corpse, but he lacks so much warmth, you almost worry for him,

“Keep going.” He's curt, but his voice is soft, as you realize that this is Danny you're in the presence of. Your fingertips are warm, and the palm of your hand even more so, and as your dignity falls into nothing Danny finds himself pleased as you fall to him whims of your own volition.

For a killer, one who lacks a heart, who lacks every shred of humanity that is expected of a man, he finds himself at the mercy of his instinct. He’s needy, clingy, desperate for your attention. The beast that craves the screams of his victims, a ghost in the night, a monster that thrives off playing with the mind of his victims finds himself at the feet of an unwilling woman whom he can't imagine a life without.

You start to scratch at his back lightly, and his skin raises at the attention, begging for more of you, before flattening your palm to soothe the red flesh. His mind is full of static, and he presses himself into your body even more, the need to crawl into your skin becomes more and more evident as he stares into your body once again, and your anxiety spikes.

He feels how your body reacts to him, fearful, yet pleased. Hesitant, but yearning. You enjoy the attention he gives you, the feeling of knowing how you’d never be rejected by him in any way, shape, or form. Your heart and body fight your mind as you force yourself to remember the blood that stains his hands, the thrill he feels chasing down his prey, his victims, and the subsequent glee as they take their final breaths under a hunting knife as the phone line is cut.

You were never going to be one of them. He assured you that.

You were to be worshiped by him, to have your feet kissed and your body touched with love and safety, to have your needs provided for as you keep him sane by merely allowing him to be near you- to take what he needs from you.

But he also can't deny the jump of his heart when your voice quivers underneath him, or when you jump as you realize he's in the room much later than the time he entered it, the way you fight the urge to lean into him and his hands hold your face or when they grab at your hips.

He was in love with the way your skin felt against his, searing hot, as your bodies molded together in a way he can only describe as perfection. The way you style your hair to fit your face in the most pleasing manner, how you bite at your lip or cheek when thinking or absentmindedly, the way your fingers would tap against the countertops or the wheel of your car as music plays- either aloud or in your own head. Everything about you screamed at him to worship that part with every part of his being, his newfound, and unknown obsession.

He mouths at your neck while you continue to massage and scratch at his back, playing and pulling at his hair at the same time, His mind races with need as you take in a quick take of air, a broken whimper leaving your throat as he continues to mark up your neck as best as he could, his own hand coming up to your jaw, to hold your figure in place before you squirm as you usually do when in his hands.

Your senses are overwhelmed by him, the way he feels, the way his body looks laid on top of you as a mess of ebony rests just under your chin, his scent filling becoming stronger as he manages to somehow get even closer. You hear the sound of his mouth on your skin, his heavy breathing, the sounds that leave him before he slowly moves his hips into yours- leaving you pawing at his hair and skin as your own hips move to meet his.

He overwhelms you. He leaves you needy and empty, craving more of him as your mind screams to just leave him and run, but those thoughts are only pushed back further and further into your head as the emptiness and need grows more in importance at that moment.

You know he’d never hurt you, even if you asked, because he can’t bring himself to.

It brings you comfort as you fall into him, allowing your heart to open up, and he notices rather quickly.

Your body finally is able to relax, sinking into the bed under his weight, no longer fighting to keep yourself up. Allowing yourself to sigh and move your own hips against his, before you tug at his clothes in a silent beg for more and it leaves Danny feral for your need.

He grins again, wicked and delighted, teeth against your skin as you finally fall into his touch. He’d gladly lay himself bare for you, ready and waiting, watching in delight as dark eyes watch as you finally start to take what you need from him.

His obsession leaves him weak for you, open, and bare.

And it leaves you hungry, and watchful, moving to please the both of you.

It soon grows, and the obsession is a mutual agreement, of blood and kisses, with bared teeth and needy hands, playful and curious as time goes on.

It's an obsession, yes, you’ll admit that later on.

But is that so wrong?

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millylotus · 1 year

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DeadLights [Danny x Duke | DP x DC] Masterpost

THE WINNER OF THE POLE IS DEADLIGHTS!!! FUCKING LOVE THAT!!! Here's the masterpost for all the contestants, all of them will be posted in due time :]

So this post is going to have all the AUs in a line, and if you don't wanna be jumping around on Tumblr, I'll be posting these on Ao3 and Wattpad soon.

Spotify Playlist

GENERAL NOTES

Just the things that are gonna be consistent across all the AUs unless I say so.

Pt.2 [Claim Sheets]

THE FICS | AO3 SERIES

I SEE ALL OF YOU & YOU ARE MAGNIFICENT - monster x monster :

Danny and Duke see each other for the first time and are absolutely mesmerized by how gorgeous the other is. They fail to realise that being around another monster has made them both more comfortable letting their glamours fall.

MEMES!!!

WRITTEN IN THE STARS, BEFORE WE WERE EVEN BORN - betrothal au :

Light and Time met at the beginning of existence and made a deal. To make sure the other wouldn't back out and take everything, they invested in a collateral. Two of their kin to be born, will be wed. Betrothal contracts were not what Duke or Danny wanted for breakfast.

MEMES!!!

"YOU TAUNT ME, I CHASE YOU" "YOU CATCH ME, THEN LET ME GO" THEY DO IT AGAIN THE NEXT DAY - bat x cat :

Catwoman has a Kitten following her around, and that Kitten just so happens to like messing around with Batman's Sunshine Birdy. No Duke isn't a furry, Tim shut the fuck up you still haven't confessed to Kon! He and Bruce don't have the same type! Besides, the new kid Danny is much prettier than Selina's nephew. Tucker and Sam say Danny has a "vigilantes who can beat his ass" thing, which is stupid cause it's more of a "people who can beat his ass" thing. Cause like Duke Thomas from Algebra is hot.

MEMES!!!

MESMERIZED BY A BANSHEE'S SCREAMS - rockstar au :

Ember, Johnny, and Danny decided to fuck off to Gotham and start a punk-rock band. The new band that Dax found is fucking amazing, but Duke's eyes keep drifting to the pretty bassist.

No Memes, but there's a Spotify playlist on the post!

RASBERRY & LEMON DELIGHTS - countryboy!danny x emopunk!duke :

Duke and Damian go to the Kents for the summer, just for fun. The cute boy from the farm on the edge of town is definitely making the summer less lonely and more fun, they get to make sweets together. Danny is taking a gap year and has been staying with his Aunt Alicia since last summer. Things are boring until their closets neighbors the Kents get visitors. Hanging out with the pretty punk boy is making farm life fun.

MEMES!!!

THE CORPSE GROOM - corpse bride au :

Duke makes the mistake of playfully preforming wedding vows while playing pretend, and just so happens to put one of his rings on a branch that is not a branch. Now he's stuck in the underworld with a clingy new husband who insists that they're made for each other. TW: KIDNAPPING, NON-CON TOUCHING, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, THREATS ON ONES LIFE - when you think about it the Corpse Bride is a fucked up story, this Au doesn't get anywhere near the topic of sex or anything sexual, but Danny is mentioned and stated to be overly touchy with Duke when he doesn't want it

MEMES!!!

What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas - drunk vegas wedding :

It's completely on accident when they wake up in each other's arms thinking they're married. Danny was just so nice to get that creep away from Duke. Duke was happy to have a new friend to hang out with. Neither where all there during the wedding. The dress and suit are very pretty though. TW: DUBIOUS-CONSENT - both Duke & Danny where kinda drunk when they have sex, even though I didn't right the scene it's literally stated as INSERT SEX SCENE

MEMES!!!

"LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOV~" - love pollen :

The Everlasting Trio is visiting Gotham for a nature convention/meet up thing. A villain just so happens to attack and Poison Ivy takes great offense to them attack the few humans who care. During the scuffle Danny gets hit with a boat load of experimental pollen Ivy was making. Signal just so happens to be the hero who finds him among the rumble. Also being the first person Danny lays eyes on.

DANI DOESN'T HAVE TO WORRY BUT ACCIDENTLY CALLING MR.THOMAS DAD ANYMORE - teacher x single parent :

When Danny & Ellie where traveling around the world, Dani makes the mistake of accidently drinking some Lazarus water. With his daughter rapidly de-aging to a six-year old, Danny runs and finds his sister. Jazz suggests getting Ellie enrolled in a night school, and for Danny to get a job gooning for a bit. It's a plus that Mr.Thomas isn't all that hard on the eyes.

MINI FICS

I WANNA BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, NEVER FEELS LIKE I AM - popular boy!duke x loner new kid!danny :

The portal to the Ghost Zone has finally closed and The Fenton's decided that it's better for them to just start anew and move to Gotham. Danny's never been the new kid, but he can be the weird loner. People have always adored Duke because of the way he shine like no other, and Gothamites had never experienced that before. Duke never got a big head about it, his mother never let that happen. But that doesn't mean he didn't become the most popular boy where ever he went.

MEMES!!!

MESMERIZED BY A BANSHEE'S SCREAMS - rockstar au :

Ember, Johnny, and Danny decided to fuck off to Gotham and start a punk-rock band. The new band that Dax found is fucking amazing, but Duke's eyes keep drifting to the pretty bassist.

No Memes, but there's a Spotify playlist on the post!

GHOSTLIGHTS EVENT FICS - @dcxdp-ghostlights

To See Your Face Again, is to remember you're not really there - 'I thought I knew you' :

Join Me, he beckoned. Stay With Me, he cooed. Love Me, he demanded.

He didn’t need to ask for the last one.

PENDING FICS THAT MIGHT HAPPEN

Myths

Hades x Persephone : Either or really

Eros!Danny x Psyche!Duke

Atalanta!Danny x Meleager!Duke

Noble Boy!Duke x Kitsune Servant!Danny

Dynamics

Rivals to Lovers

Guardian Angel!Duke x Demon!Danny

Bodyguard!Danny x Famous!Duke

Actor!Duke x Techie!Danny

General

Secret Identity Shenanigans

Royalty

Hanahaki Disease

Dancing

Roommates

Neighbors

Coffee Shop

Fairies

Space Things

Fake Relationship

Swapped Phones

Haunted Houese

POV Outsider : Who's your boyfriend? | Those two are so weird | Accused of cheating with your partner's secret identity

Messy Relationship [I like Drama] : Stalking | Kidnapping | Break Ups | Cheating on each other | Cheating on their partners with each other

ngl I am so fucking proud of this banner, worked so fucking hard on this bitch MM!

They're free to use with credit btw [with like a few minor nonos]

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny x duke #duke x danny #danny fenton #duke thomas #dc #batman #signal #the signal #danny phantom #crossover #crossover ship #master post #millywrites #long post #hub post #Spotify

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darthfrodophantom · 2 years

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The Boy with the Metal Choker

Summary: Sam meets the seemingly normal Danny at a cafe while trying to avoid her ex. They fall in love and try to build a life together, but only one thing stands in the way of their happiness: the mysterious metal choker that Danny always wears and refuses to take off. Why does he refuse to remove it and why is everyone so cryptic about it?

My next phic phight submission! This is based on an old scary story I read and loved when I was a child. So now you get my Danny Phantom version of this old folk tale. See if you can recognize it!

Prompt: Danny sits at the bar alone, when Sam whispers in his ear. ‘I’m so sorry but can you kiss me, my Ex is here and I really don’t want to talk to him right now.’ (PR185) - for @xsailorsakurax

Prompt: Prosthetic Soul au. Danny dies and his parents use ectoplasm to heal his body. They create a poltergeist, which thinks it actually is Danny, as a prosthetic soul, so their son can live again. (PR064) - for @dp-marvel94

cw: dead Danny Fenton, implied character death, horror elements, Prosthetic Soul AU, Corpse AU (kinda), angst

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38425234

The story begins on a normal day, in a normal coffee shop, filled with seemingly normal people.

A dark-haired girl sat alone at a table in the center of a coffee shop. She listlessly stirred her coffee as she watched the other patrons. The girl liked to people-watch in the coffee shop. She liked to make up fantastical reasons for their mundane actions. The red-faced man furiously typing wasn’t trying to meet a deadline; he was in a hacking war against a terrorist to preserve national secrets. The three teenagers in the corner whispering to each other weren’t incurable gossips; they were witches casting spells on those who wronged them. The dark-haired boy sitting alone wasn’t just another bored college student like her; he was a dread pirate hiding behind a naive face waiting to whisk someone away into a life of adventure.

The girl thought he was cute.

Her gaze lingered on his haunting blue eyes too long. He noticed. She quickly looked back at her coffee. She tried to look anywhere but his table. She found relief when a new patron entered the coffee shop and she hoped he would provide a distraction. It was not the distraction she wanted. The tall patron with the white, spiked hair was her ex-boyfriend, and the girl panicked. She worked hard to break up with him, for he was clingy and not right for her, and she knew he would sit at her table if he saw her.

In her panic, the girl’s gaze was drawn back to the dark-haired boy alone at a table. An idea formed in her mind, but could she do it? The ex-boyfriend had finished ordering his coffee - she didn’t have much time. She picked up her coffee and her bag and quietly moved over to the boy’s table. He looked at her with curious eyes, and she interrupted any question he might have wanted to ask by leaning forward.

“I know you don’t know me,” she whispered in a rush, “but that’s my ex-boyfriend over there–no don’t look. Can we please pretend we’re dating? And when he turns around, can I kiss you?”

The girl knew she was asking for a lot. She probably wouldn’t do it if someone asked her. She could only hope the boy could hear her desperation.

“I…what?” the boy asked as he pulled back in shock. “You want me to…wait, am I being set up?”

She looked towards the coffee bar. She heard them call his name. He would be turning around soon. “It’s not a set up. Please.”

“I…okay,” the boy agreed.

Just in time, the girl leaned in to press her lips against his. His lips were chilly, but not unpleasantly so, and they tasted like coffee and citrus. She placed her hand on his to sell the act. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the ex-boyfriend walk past them and out of the shop. She broke the kiss and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” she told him, and her smile was honest.

“Oh yeah uh, don’t mention it,” he replied as he ran a hand nervously through his spiked hair. She also found that cute.

That’s when she first noticed the choker. A thin metal band, no taller than an inch, encircled his neck. The light gray metal was etched with dark grooves running in a circuit board pattern. A bright green piece of metal stood out on the side of the band. The boy noticed her eyes linger on the choker, and he averted his gaze. She looked away as well.

“Let me buy you another coffee,” she offered. “Least I can do after that weird request.”

He looked unsure. Maybe she shouldn’t have stared at the choker for so long? Finally he spoke. “Uh yeah, sure. This one was pretty much gone anyway,” he tried to joke.

The girl nodded as she stood. “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Danny,” the boy introduced.

She bought them both more coffee and sat down at his table again, and they started to talk. They found a similar interest in video games and music. Sam learned that Danny loved space. Danny learned that Sam loved fighting for the environment. Danny admitted he liked Sam’s laugh. Sam admitted she liked Danny’s smile. They spent longer in the coffee shop than either of them planned.

As they talked, the girl’s eyes were drawn to the choker. The part of her mind that spun up wild stories for normal things supplied her with unhelpful reasons for why he’d be wearing the choker. Finally she asked him about the metal choker, and he just shrugged.

“My parents told me to never take it off, so I won’t.”

She didn’t press him.

–

The girl named Sam and the boy named Danny started dating. They fell more and more in love with each passing day. They found more shared interests the more they learned about each other. Days grew to months, and their relationship grew strong. But still Sam wondered about the metal choker. Most times she realized she could ignore it, but sometimes it was all she could see. She noticed that when his neck moved, the choker moved, like it was attached to his neck and not just resting on it.

“We’ve been dating for awhile now,” she would ask. “Will you tell me why you wear that metal choker?”

Danny would shrug. “I’m not supposed to take it off, so I won’t.”

She always wanted to ask more about it, but she was so enamored with the thrill of new love that she let it go.

–

After a few months of dating, Sam asked Danny to move in with her. She left the oppressive home of her parents as soon as she could and lived in a modest apartment, but Danny still lived with his parents. His parents were never unkind to her, but she found them over-protective and cautious. She always got the impression they liked her as a person, but didn’t like that she was in a relationship with their son. They always seemed worried about something, but she couldn’t figure out what.

“But Danny, what about–” Sam overheard his mother protest once.

“We’ll figure it out. I want this Mom. What was the point of everything if I can’t live my life?” he asked her. Sam assumed he had to be talking about the choker.

It took a lot of work and a lot of convincing, but eventually a girl named Sam and a boy named Danny moved in together. They celebrated their first night with a party, and they invited their friends and Danny’s sister to the festivities. The sister kept a keen, though distant watch on Danny through the night, and it reminded Sam of the overprotective way his parents watched him.

That night when Danny crawled into bed, Sam noticed that he still wore the metal choker. She didn’t ask him about it that first night, because maybe he was too tired from the party to realize it was still on. But the next night he also wore the choker to bed. And the night after that. Sometimes in the dark of night, as she tried to fall asleep, she could swear she’d see it glow with an eerie green light out of the corner with her eye, but when she turned around it was gone.

One night, she couldn’t help but ask. “Danny, do you really sleep with that metal choker on every night?”

“Yeah,” he said matter of factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” she pressed further.

“Not really,” he replied. “I’m used to it by now. Do the cuffs on your ears bother you when you sleep? Besides, I’m not supposed to take it off, so I won’t.”

She really couldn’t counter that comparison, so she dropped it, but its constant presence made her uneasy.

–

The relationship between a girl named Sam and a boy named Danny blossomed as they lived together. Outside of the overprotective gaze of his parents, Sam got a feel for who Danny was at his core. She also noticed weird things around the house. Cold spots lingered in the apartment in places that Danny frequented. Her car radio never came in quite as clear when Danny was in the car with her. She mentioned it to Danny once, but he looked uncomfortable, so she dropped it. They were only mild inconveniences and curiosities and not worth upsetting him over.

But sometimes she would hear him gasp or grunt in pain, and his hand would shoot to his neck or his left forearm. His face would contort in pain and he’d screw his eyes shut.

“Danny, are you okay?” she asked once. “Can I help?”

“I’m fine,” he assured her with a dull voice. When he met her gaze, she could swear she saw a green sheen over his blue eyes. It disappeared as soon as she saw it, so it had to be a trick of the light. “It’s just carpal tunnel.”

“Are you sure it’s not the metal choker? Maybe if we–”

“No,” he interrupted her firmly. “That’s not it. I’m not supposed to take it off, so I won’t.”

She felt like he was lying, but he was clearly in pain and she knew she couldn’t help make him see sense when he was like this, so she didn’t press further.

–

After a couple years, the girl named Sam and the boy named Danny got married. Despite the frustrations surrounding the metal choker and the oddities that happened around him, Sam loved him, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. He hadn’t made any advances about proposing, so she took it in her own hands and did it herself. He was shocked and hesitated, but eventually said yes. His parents weren’t happy, but in the end Danny made them come around.

The wedding was a beautiful ceremony filled with family and friends. Sam was a vision in her simple, elegant white dress, and Danny looked handsome in his black suit. But when they united for the beginning of the ceremony and Danny lowered her veil with a smile, Sam noticed the light catch on the metal choker under his suit collar. She tried to ignore the twinge of frustration at seeing it, because she didn’t know why she expected anything different, but she had hoped that maybe today would be the day he took it off.

She tried to ignore it. This was a happy day, and she wanted to focus on that happiness and their love. She forced herself to push it out of her mind and focus on their vows and the ceremony. They promised to love each other always and promised each other a life of happiness, and she meant it. Strange metal choker or not, she loved him, and she wanted to show him that love and celebrate it today.

But when the photographer pulled them aside to take their solo pictures, she just had to ask. “Are you going to wear that choker for our wedding pictures?”

“You can barely see it under the suit,” he dismissed.

“But of all days, couldn’t you take it off today?” she pleaded.

“I’m not supposed to take it off, so I won’t,” he parroted, almost on auto-pilot.

She was disappointed, but tried not to show it. Maybe she just had to accept that the metal choker was a part of him, and she’d just have to deal with it.

–

The girl named Sam and the boy named Danny lived a happy married life for years, and they filled their lives with many happy memories and lots of love. But still the mystery of the metal choker persisted between them. Sam had hoped that maybe within the trust of their marriage he would finally tell her about the reason for its existence, but he never did. She tried to stop asking, because it only irritated him, but she wanted to know. It sat there unanswered in her mind, and it bothered her, more than she wanted to admit.

If it had been something medical, like a prosthetic or a medical device, she would immediately push it out of her mind. Even if it was something ceremonial or important to him, she’d let it go. She just needed an answer, but she never received a satisfactory one.

As the years passed, Sam realized they were having difficulty conceiving. She went to a specialist, who informed her nothing was wrong on her end. She tried to ask Danny to get himself worked up so they could identify the source of the problem, but he refused. He always refused medical treatment. He said his parents made sure he was healthy, even though they were scientists and not medical providers. Danny said they just needed to keep trying.

Frustrated with Danny’s lack of interest in finding an answer, she did the only thing she could think of and went to the Doctors Fenton, his parents. The Doctors Fenton studied alternative energy sources (according to them) but outside of that she didn’t really know much about their science. She heard the word ‘ectoplasm’ once, but figured she’d just heard wrong. She’d seen a few of their inventions around their house, and they bore a resemblance to the choker around Danny’s neck. She knew they designed it, and she knew they knew more about it than they let on. She also knew it had to have something to do with their infertility. If Danny wouldn’t or couldn’t provide an answer, then maybe they would.

If Danny didn’t like being asked about the choker, the Doctors Fenton liked it even less. His mother was outwardly hostile and protective. His father looked guilty, but firmly shut down questions.

“It keeps Danny safe,” his mother told Sam.

“But safe from what?” Sam pressed.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” his father replied, “because he’s safe.”

“You need to stop asking about it,” his mother demanded.

Later that night, Sam and Danny had one of their biggest fights. Danny was furious Sam went behind his back and talked to his parents. Sam was furious Danny wouldn’t be open with her. They were both frustrated about the infertility and the problems it was bringing to light.

“Please don’t ask my parents about it again,” Danny requested, though it didn’t sound like a request.

“I only did it because you won’t be honest with me!” Sam yelled back.

“I’ve told you what I can!” he defended.

“No, you’ve told me what you want! Big difference!” she snapped.

“No. I have told you what I can,” he emphasized slowly. “I just need you to trust me on this.”

She had to leave the room. She had to take a walk to calm down. She didn’t know why she thought she would get answers from either of them, but she hoped she’d been in their lives long enough to deserve the truth.

–

The girl named Sam and the boy named Danny never spoke about that argument again, but it hung in the air between them. They got along, but there was a distance between them. From Sam’s perspective, the distance looked like the band of that metal choker.

She hated that damn choker. She hated all the secrets behind it. She hated all the lies. It was just high enough on his neck that she saw it all the time. When they slept, when they ate, when they were intimate, when they showered, when they did chores. That metal choker was always there and she didn’t know why. No one would tell her. She couldn’t look at him anymore without seeing it. She had started getting used to it and didn’t always see it, but that wasn’t the case anymore. And every time she saw it, she grew hot and angry and frustrated. It wasn’t even about the actual choker anymore, but it had turned into a symbol for all the lies and the secrecy behind it. It was the lack of trust.

One night in bed she tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. She could swear that odd green light woke her up again, but when she looked at Danny it was gone. And there was that choker. For the first time in their five years together, she reached over and actually touched the choker. The metal felt surprisingly icy, but then again Danny always felt a little cold. She leaned over and slipped the tips of her fingers under the lip and pulled it away from his neck.

She gasped and backed up quickly across the bed. Sharp needles covered the inside lining of the choker. There were so many of them, almost like the surface of a cactus, or an iron maiden, and all of those spikes penetrated into Danny’s neck.

Danny heard her gasp and woke up. He turned to face her, eyes concerned, but his blue eyes looked slightly glassy and unfocused. His skin was pale. “Sam what’s wrong? What–” He reached a hand up to his neck and felt the choker askew on his neck. He pushed it into his neck again and Sam winced noticeably that he shoved those needles back into his neck again without flinching. The color returned to his face. His eyes cleared up, and she could swear she saw that green sheen over them again. A trickle of thick, green fluid slid out from the bottom of the choker and down his chest.

“Sam, what were you thinking?” he asked sharply.

“It’s stuck into your neck!” she cried out in panic.

“Sam you can’t–” he tried to explain away, but she shook her head.

“No! It’s stuck into your neck!” she repeated. “We have to get it off you!”

He looked panicked. “No! I’m not supposed to take it off! I know it looks bad, and I know you’re trying to help, but don’t. Sam, I’m begging you, please, don’t touch it again.”

She could see the absolute terror in his eyes. Suddenly pieces started falling into place, pieces that had always been so infuriatingly close to fitting together except she was missing the final clue. Words like “not supposed to” and “my parents told me” and “I’ve told you what I can” came flooding back to her. She remembered the seemingly random bouts of pain that seemed to originate from the choker, and how they increased the more time he spent living with her. She remembered how protective his parents always were of him, and how much control and involvement they seemed to have over his life. It all came to one terrifying realization:

It wasn’t a choker - it was a collar.

“Sam?” Danny asked, shaking her out of her thoughts. “Will you leave it alone?”

She nodded slowly. “You’re not supposed to take it off, so you won’t,” she parroted in a deadpan, but Danny seemed to accept it.

Maybe he couldn’t take it off, but she could. She could save him.

–

The girl named Sam had to be careful how she planned this. She didn’t know how much control the Doctors Fenton had over her husband, but she couldn’t mess this up. She saw Danny experience multiple instances of pain the days following her investigation into the collar. She tried to be supportive, but she knew Danny was in pain because his parents were punishing him for her stunt with the collar.

She started sleeping with her side table lamp on so she could spend many sleepless nights examining the collar. She knew better than to touch it - she didn’t know what kind of sensors they built into it - but she mapped it out visually. She noticed ports that she’d never seen before along the edge of the green piece of metal. One looked like a micro-USB port, but the other almost looked like a medical port. She thought she found a latch, hidden along the bottom edge of the collar along the back of his neck. If Danny was in the right sleeping position, she could pull the latch and pull it off and then he’d be free.

She waited for the right opportunity when finally she caught him lying half on his stomach and half on his side. She steeled her nerves, reached over to the source of all their marital pain and Danny’s physical pain, and pulled on the latch. It released with a hiss and emitted an eerie green light, the one she swore she’d seen time and time again out of the corner of her eye. Before anything more could happen she pulled as much of the collar away from his neck as she could.

Danny sat up in alarm. The collar clanked as it fell into his lap. Green ooze leaked out of each of the needles. Danny reached his hands around his neck. The same green fluid slid down his neck from each of the many puncture marks, but never any blood. His skin grew pale. Branching scars she’d never seen before traveled up from his left hand along his arm and shoulder. He turned to face her, his body moving so stiffly. He looked upon her with glassy, lifeless eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound ever came out.

His body collapsed, lifeless, onto the bed.

Sam screamed and rushed over to him. She pulled his hands away from his neck and despite the strange liquid, she placed a hand to his neck. No pulse. His neck was frigid, colder than his unnaturally chilly skin ever felt. She held a hand near his mouth, but she couldn’t feel a breath. “Danny!” she cried as she shook him. “Danny no!”

What happened? She was trying to save him! This was supposed to save him! He wasn’t supposed to be–

Dead.

She stopped as she saw a green light glow from within his chest, highlighting a vertical scar along his breastbone that hadn’t been there before. She backed away, unsure what was happening.

The entire room grew cold and the light flickered. A glowing shape emerged from his chest. A vaguely humanoid blob assembled in the air. Two bright green lights distinguished its eyes from the rest of its glowing, transparent form. It looked like a…it was a…

A ghost.

It looked from Danny’s body to its own body and back and forth again before it finally looked at Sam.

Sam, what did you do? The breathless sigh of its words echoed across her mind as a chill ran up her spine. I wasn’t supposed to take it off.

It flew out through the wall of their bedroom and into the night sky. She pulled herself out of her shocked stupor to run to the window, crying after the ghost as it flew out of sight. She called it Danny, but was it really Danny? Was Danny the corpse in her bed, or the ghost that flew off into the night?

She thought of so many possible explanations for that metal collar, but never this. Never that her husband had been a ghost sealed into a corpse.

Removing the collar was supposed to answer all her questions. It was supposed to save their marriage, save him. And now she was left with so many more questions. But one thing she knew for sure:

She never should have removed the choker.

A/N: So this is based on a story called “The Green Ribbon” from a book called In a Dark, Dark Room and Other Scary Stories, but as I was looking it up more, it’s actually a very common folk tale that can be traced back to the French Revolution. Another common name for the tale is The Girl with the Velvet Band/Ribbon/Choker. There are a lot of different versions, but they usually have the same feel: boy meets girl, girl wears something around her neck and refuses to answer why she wears it, and when she removes it she dies. The endings vary with the different versions: sometimes it’s removed too soon and sometimes she finally removes it on her deathbed.

Anyways, I tried to write it like a folk story to honor its roots, so I hope this little experiment worked!

#Danny Phantom #phic phight 2022 #Phic Phight #prosthetic soul au #meet cute #but then it goes wrong #angst #fanfiction #sam manson #danny fenton #dead danny fenton #based on a horror folk story #girl with the velvet band #the green ribbon #in a dark dark room and other scary stories

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Yandere AOD headcannons?

❤🔪Yandere AoD Headcanons🔪❤

Aight lemme do this after five years. 💀

Zack

"Huhhh? I don't care who they were to you! They were too damn happy."

Zack does not c a r e who they are to you, if he gets jealous of someone taking your attention, they're gonna get ripped apart in the worst way possible. Family members, friends, haters, you name it. It's dangerous for people to even interact with you when Zack is around.

Still a huge tsundere, doesn't want to admit he's killing those people specifically for you. He might mention your name if they were being rude/hurtful to you, but if it was someone close to you, he'll just blame it on his urges to kill.

He's super protective of you, doesn't want you to leave his sight. He has extreme separation anxiety from his past. After all, he doesn't want you to end up like the old man long ago. (😢)

Can be affectionate to you if you get upset, but like I mentioned, he's still a huge tsundere. He will get you soda and chips to share with him, but that's really the best he can do. Maybe even some lessons with his scythe.

Eddie

"Ahhh, (Y/n)...don't cry, I'm protecting you! You're mine afterall..."

Eddie is already a bit of a yandere, but in this case, it gets a WHOLE lot bloodier.

There's two choices. One, he kills you and makes you his. Two, he decides against killing you and confines you onto his floor and ONLY his floor. He takes really good care of you and is quite innocent, so no. He doesn't force you to do anything you don't want to.

He ALWAYS compares you to the little bird Albert killed long ago and how he never wants anyone to steal you away. This is why he will not hesitate to murder anyone that hurts you, dislikes you, or wants to cause harm to you. He's not the type to murder family members of yours, but he might murder friends he finds too close. If he kills one of your enemies, they'll get buried in swallow graves and murdered "messy." (Beaten to death.) If he kills one of your close friends, he'll create a beautiful resting place for them and murder them "normally." (Head bashed in with a shovel.)

On top of keeping you on his floor, he will give you really nice and expensive things from outside. Pets, clothes, snacks, whatever you want. You're basically treated like a prince/princess that can never leave their castle.

Danny

"Don't worry, (Y/n). They won't look at you anymore..."

Danny tears out the eyes of people he finds taking interest in you. He'll back off from your family and friends, but won't hesitate to murder your enemies. He finds it sickening, since they don't deserve to look at you at all.

He may eventually tear your eyes out if he gets too obsessed with them. If that happens, he'll make sure to take good care of you and help heal your eye sockets from the trauma. He'll keep your eyes away from his collection and will have the jar sitting on his desk for him to look at while working.

If he does take your eyes, he'll read to you and help you around gladly. He'll make sure to dress you very nicely and comfort you when you feel uncomfortable about your surroundings. Since you can't see, it makes it easier for him to kill others without you knowing.

Danny is extremely touchy. Loves playing with your hair, caressing your cheeks, rubbing your shoulders, etc. etc. He's not the type of yandere to hurt you (minus the eyes) ever. Keeps his kills a secret from you.

Rachel

"I'll stitch you perfect, dear. You'll be my perfect...beloved."

👏DOES👏NOT👏CARE👏 who makes her jealous, she will not let them take you from her. Even if they were close to her, they're going to die. Rachel feels no sympathy for those she kills for you.

Rachel will do anything and everything to make you happy. She'll create you plushies, fix up your clothes, cook you something to eat, whatever you want her to do. She's very sweet to you, but has a hard time expressing her emotions.

Rachel would either be like Eddie and make sure you can never see anyone else or just shoot you and stitch up your dead body. If that's the case, she'll keep your corpse close and try to preserve it in any way possible.

Rachel would set up traps for sacrifices on her floor and you specifically so you won't leave. The traps she sets for you won't cause you any harm and is overall just to make you stay. If she finds out you were trying to leave, she'll give you the cold shoulder for at LEAST a week. (💀)

Gray

"You're an angel. You have to be protected from the cruelty of this Earth."

Gray commands all of the angels to look out after you and kill anyone who tries to harm you. While he's pretty lenient as a yandere, he will get a bit unfair towards the other angels if any harm does come to you and make them relive their trauma. (Using his gas that makes them hallucinate.)

Speaking of that gas, he will use it on you whenever you try to leave or get upset. If he's trying to comfort you, he'll create a happy hallucination for you to see. (Or maybe a happy memory.) If you try to leave, he'll show you terrible things convincing you not to leave. (For example, your family hates you and never wants you back.)

Gray will treat you very well when he has time with you, but overall, is pretty distant with affection. He doesn't know how to approach you properly.

Provides you with everything you need or want. If you want one of the angels gone, poof! They're gone. He has no questions for you when you ask for something and makes it happen no matter what the cost is.

Cathy

"Ahaha~! That face...you're the perfect sinner~!"

Cathy will kill your enemies for this reason: "It's a sin to hate (Y/n)." She may or may not kill your friends/family too just to see the look on your face.

Cathy will treat you like any other sinner, but secretly, she really loves you and goes easy on you. However, being the sadist she is, she'll want to see you in pain and suffering a bit. NO ONE ELSE GETS TO SEE THAT THOUGH, ONLY HER. She won't tolerate anyone else hurting you.

Cathy gets clingy when she wants to make the point clear that your her belove-eehhh...sinner. She'll be rude to any of the other angels that try to get near you. (Especially Eddie or Rachel.)

If you're going to be her sinner, you're going to have to dress like her sinner. She will dress you up in the same style as her or else it's a no go. (You got to look good on her show afterall~) She will throw you in the gas chamber if you try to leave her.

#angels of death #angels of slaughter #rachel gardner #isaac foster #eddie mason #edward mason #abraham gray #danny dickens #cathy ward #yandere hcs

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