#i want an Older Danny who's so soft to the younger teen heroes

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #160

I was listening to that song "Space is Cool" that a fan made with Markiplier videos (what can I say, the music is really good).

And it reminded me of Danny, who's also so very in love with space.

And now I'm getting a clear mental picture of Danny full-on GUSHING about Space, in a sort of Outside POV thing.

Like, a Danny who's going to Uni in somewhere like Gotham or Star City, and got into the Astronomy club. And their "recruitment video" is just the cute freshman who adores space and will take any chance he gets to gush about it.

There's a lot of shots zoomed in on his pupils doing the cat thing of going from slits to big pools of black (like a black hole at the center of a galaxy) and his freckles start glowing in constellation patterns.

They go on an outing to the nearest Observatory, make it a sleepover thing, and sleepy Danny stretches and howls like a star, flops onto the nearest classmate and Club Member, and starts purring whenever they pet him.

He may be a meta, but they'll be damned if anyone blabbers to Batman about it.

Cue one Conner Kent coming to Gotham to tour their University, to pick where he wants to go when it's his turn next year, and find himself sitting next to Danny when he goes off on a rant about some deep space scans that caught images of Krypton before the explosion.

When asked about his opinion on the Supers, Danny, who's gotten so used to casual affections being directed towards him in the form of head scratches and hugs (they make Danny purr and light up in all kinds of patterns, so the club members do it as often as they can), pats him on the head and quietly praises Superboy for all the important work he does, and how his cloned little sister has always seen him as a mark that being a clone means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and it's who you are that counts.

Conner goes back to his parents in happy tears and with an invitation to attend Gotham U if he so chooses.

#dpxdc #bones submissions #i want an Older Danny who's so soft to the younger teen heroes #especially the ones with a darker past #he knows the struggle to make others see that you're better than what everyone thinks #Ellie melts back into her age in living yers and develops a puppy crush on Kon for being a clone and still being loved #time and therapy lead Clark to realize Superboy is an innocent kid who hasnt been alive for more than a handful of years #so they have one last screaming match #that ends with a 'i hate that i can't help but want you as my dad' 'i know. and im sorry. i want to prove to you that I can be better' #Lois made both of them go to therapy for their issues #Conner is divided between being a little in love with Danny #or afraid of introducing him to Tim and the others #joke's on him Tim is a part of the Astronomy Club #he orchestrated their meeting

[redrobin-detective]

Just one single glimpse of relief

TW: OC death, death themes

“Hey,” Sydnee looked up at the sound of the voice. It was familiar, safe, and it stopped her tears for a moment. She can’t remember where she was or what she’d been doing. All she knew was that she was scared and upset and didn’t know what to do. It felt like she’d been crying forever when the voice appeared. “Hey there, it’s Phantom. Can I come closer?”

Sydnee gasped as the town hero, Phantom, approached her slowly. Syd was a bit of a nerd and she couldn’t get enough of those superhero movies. She always tuned in to Phantom’s fights on TV; he was as close as she’d get to a real life Superman or Captain Marvel. She’d never seen him up close before though. He was younger than he appeared on TV, not more than his early teens. Sydnee, almost 24, was hit by a wave of mortification over how they’d described the hunky, we-thought-he-was-older kid on Margarita Night. This day just got better and better, not that she remembered it.

“How are you doing?” Phantom asked quietly, floating near her but not getting too close. He was watching her warily but not unkindly. She saw how some folks treated him, he was probably worried she’d throw a shoe at him. “What’s your name?”

“Sydnee, with an extra e not a y. Uh Tanner, Sydnee Tanner,” she mumbled. Ugh why were words so hard. Her head felt fuzzy and very far away, she thinks she was going to start panicking again. What was she even so upset about? “I don’t know what’s going on. Where are we and what happened. I don’t- I don’t remember anything.”

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly, floating a little closer. The soft glow he emitted brightened up the dark place they were in. Was she in a collapsed tunnel? What had she been doing here? She’d never been claustrophobic but the debris and rubble of the place seemed to close in on her. “Hey, hey, just look at me.” She turned and met his kind eyes, soft and easy. “We’ll walk through it together. What is the last thing you remember?”

“I was late to work,” Syd said, the memory popping up before her. “I um work at the Donut Delights bakery in that strip mall next to the middle school. My cats had knocked over some of my houseplants in the night so I had to clean them up and was running behind. I open the store on Wednesdays - oh it’s Wednesday! - so I knew I’d be in trouble. But I made it, just barely. I was starting up the ovens when.” Syd furrowed her brow and took in the hero before her. The one who was almost never seen outside a fight. “There was a ghost attack, wasn’t there?”

“Welcome to Amity Park,” Phantom said grimly. “I’ve been here a couple times; the jalapeno bacon topped donuts are my favorite. My mom and sister buy them sometimes if they want to bribe me into doing something.”

“You weirdo, only crazy people eat that weird flavor,” Sydnee chuckled. “You have a family?”

“Of course, we all have a family out there somewhere. What about you?” He asked gently. There was something about the soft way he was talking to her, the way his eyes flickered around the dark like he was looking for something. He had news he didn’t want to tell her and she wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of denial before she faced the revelation she couldn’t bear to touch yet.

“Yeah, mom and dad and two younger sibs. Folks divorced forever ago, I barely remember them actually being together. Mom is is living it up in Dubai working as a pastry chef in one of their fancy hotels. Dad’s an auto-mechanic down on Maple street, Duke’s Car Services. Pretty sure you got tossed through the window a year ago.”

“I’ve been tossed through many windows but I know the place you’re talking about. So a big family, any friends? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she continued on hastily, taking the distraction for what it was. “I like him, a lot and we’ve been dating since high school. Everyone says I should marry him and we’ve talked about it, casually, but I’ve never dated anyone else and wonder if I should see other people first. You know, test the waters before I settle down with my high school sweetheart like my folks did and look how they turned out.”

“Mhmm,” Phantom hummed nodding, encouraging her to continue.

“DeShawn is great though, he’s very supportive and sweet in his own kind of absentminded way. He’s got epilepsy real bad though, I have to drive him everywhere since he’s always at risk of a seizure. Annoying sometimes but its nice, you can learn a lot about a person from a conversation while you’re alone together.”

“Very true, I’m learning a lot now,” Phantom smiled. “What about your siblings?”

“I have a brother and a sister, Kennedy is finishing his sophomore year of college and Janelle will be a senior in high school. She was a surprise baby, one last attempt of my parents to reconcile before the big D. It didn’t help but I got a great sister out of it, she’s a real firecracker.”

“Janelle,” Phantom’s eyes lit up. “She’s the one always dying her hair. I see her in the hallways of Casper, she’s hard to miss. I think she draws too, she won an art award I think.”

“Yeah!” Sydnee said enthusiastically, she reached out and grabbed ahold of Phantom’s arm. It was cold but solid. It reminded her that she really couldn’t feel anything, nothing but him. “Yeah, I swear her hair is a new color every time I see her. It’s a dark purple now, it looks pretty good on her. She was a peachy orange for picture day last year. Mom called her up screaming when she saw the photos.”

“I thought it looked cool,” Phantom grinned, “not that I was there for picture day. Ghost attack, you know. My mom was upset with me too.” They laughed lightly for a minute before it gently petered off leaving them alone in the dark. Sydnee didn’t have any feeling in her toes, in any part of her. She felt light and disconnected and all over out of sorts. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened but she couldn’t face it yet. But talking to Phantom, it seemed a little easier.

“I remember the attack now,” Sydnee stated quietly. “It was a big ghost bear only it was the size of a pickup truck. It rammed into the store there was chaos and screaming. It was so loud, the screaming of the customers, the bear, building coming down on top of us...” her lips wobbled. “We’re still in the store, aren’t we? I haven’t wanted to turn around because... because I know my body is buried underneath the concrete back there.”

“Yeah,” Phantom breathed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get here in time. Most everyone in the area got out but you and a few others in the store got trapped under the rubble. Mrs. McDaniels who lived on Eustis street and was the first woman in her family to go to college plus Eddie Drake who came down from Chicago to check out the ghost stuff with their boyfriend and was a tattoo artist.”

“Did you talk to them too?” She questioned in surprise.

“Briefly, Mrs. McDaniels didn’t stay long, just long enough to tell me, and I quote, “stop wasting time on her dead ass and get to the others.” She already passed on. Eddie, they didn’t take it well. We talked for a while and I think they need a little more time to accept it, see their loved ones first. I warned them that the longer they delay death, the harder it is and the more you lose yourself. You’re the last, all the way in the back of the store. When you’re ready, I’m going to bring your body out.”

“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking out into hysterical laughter. “God I bet I’m a wreck, I think I put my shirt on inside out I was in such a rush this morning,” she sniffled. “What do I do now, as a ghost? I don’t have to, like, attack people, do I?”

“No,” Phantom sighed. “Most ghosts are just normal people, no one else but other ghosts will see you and you’re not going to be strong enough to interact with the real world for a long, long time. You can stick around a bit if you want, watch over your family but it’s like I told Eddie, you forget things pretty quick. Or you can move on, that part I can’t help you with but I’ve helped a lot of others go that route and I’m told it’s easy.”

“Easy, then why haven’t you?” She questioned angrily, the full weight of the situation crashing over her. She shoved him and he floated back passively. “I’m a freaking ghost and you’re here talking to me like you’re my therapist or something. Who’s gonna take DeShawn to his appointments? Or praise my sister’s creative messes? Or badger Ken into picking major? My life is over and you think you can float there and lecture me about it being easy to move on!”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Phantom soothed, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry Sydnee, I wish I could turn back the clock an hour, two hours, and prevent this from happening but I can’t. I’ve tried to mess with time and it doesn’t end well for anyone. I just want, I just want what’s best for you now. You can stay or you can go but I want you to make the decision that you feel most comfortable with. That’s all I can do for you.”

“I think I’d be sad,” she said, crying again, “being able to see everyone but not talk to them, to watch them cry over me. I don’t want to forget them either.” Phantom watched her, easily and earnestly. “What made you choose to stay? Why didn’t you go?”

“I’m a little complicated but I can tell you, when I’ve done all I need to here, I’m not hanging around a second longer than I have to. Being a ghost has it’s perks but it’s also, it’s being stuck in a place you longer fit, watching the world go on without you.”

“Okay,” Syd hiccupped. “Okay, yeah okay.”

“Okay,” Phantom nodded. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, please don’t,” she grabbed his hands again. “Please I don’t, I know I died alone but I don’t want to do... this alone. Please stay, ugh, calling you Phantom is weird sorry.”

“I don’t know if it’s any less weird but you can call me Danny,” Phantom, Danny, laughed. It was an ordinary name for a superhero but it fit. There was a special thrill in knowing the ghost boy’s name but it’s not like she was going to be around to tell anyone. It was scary, to think of not existing but also sort of comforting, like a long nap with nothing pressing to get up for.

“Can you tell them that I love them, in my place? I know it’s a lot and I’m sure you’re super busy saving the town and everything-”

"It’s not a problem. I’m sure they know but I’ll be happy to pass on the message,” he smiled and it made him look so young. For a second she was struck by how sad it was that she was relying on a kid a decade younger than her for support. But he was here and he was kind and he was what she needed right now. Maybe one day, he’d have his own person talking him through this last step. 

“Okay, Danny, thanks really. For talking, for staying. I’m scared but I, I think I’m ready.” She closed her eyes and squeezed his hands tightly. “Do you, will it hurt?”

“No,” he said, his voice warm despite his inherent chill. “No, Sydnee. No, the hurting is all over now. All you have left ahead of you is peace. Thank you for all that did, you’ll be missed.”

“I’ll see you on the other side. Goodbye.” The world faded to a pinprick, consumed by light. The last thing she saw before she went into it was a stranger’s smile. 

XxX

“Here’s the last,” Phantom said solemnly, delicately setting a broken body he’d carried out of the dilapidated building and on the sidewalk next to the others. “This is Sydnee Tanner, she was the only employee in the store at the time. She has cats at home who will need taking care of. Her dad works at Duke’s Car Services along with siblings and a boyfriend.”

“Don’t know how you know all that but thanks for getting these folks out,” Sheriff Newton sighed. “Damn shame. Keep up the good work kid, we’ll save the next ones for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some rather unhappy news to break to several people.”

“Do you mind if I tag along? I have a few messages I need to pass on.”

#danny phantom #me: makes up a random OC for the sake of the story #also me: oh my gawd sydney oh my goodd im so sorry baby Im sorry #the exciting continuation of Robin gets weirdly existential and peaceful about death #just the image of Danny saving the living then going on to talk to and help the dead he couldnt save move on #it fucking gets me okay? #he really is the bridge hero for the living and the dead alike #i love him so fucking much #well now Im emo for the rest of forever #title from Taylor Swifts epiphany #amazing a story title that DOESNT come from the 18-19th century death poem #i must be mad #Im reading it over again and its like way longer than it needs to be bc I kept adding more and more to sydnees story

[purple-verse]

Extremely detailed character sheet for Randall

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Character Chart

Character’s full name: Randall Gaspar Purpura

Reason or meaning of name: My characters tend to name themselves. When I first designed Randall the name just kinda echoed in my head.

Character’s nickname: I call him Rand. NEVER RANDY. dont do that please.

Reason for nickname: Randall is a long name lmao

Birth date: 12/13/73

Physical appearance

Age:  23

How old does he/she appear: i think Randall looks a lot younger and could probably be mistaken for 17-19. he definitely gets carded whenever buying anything adult.

Weight: 95-100 pounds

Height: 5′3″

Body build: Emaciated but with wide hip bones

Shape of face: rounded heart shape?

Eye color: brown

Glasses or contacts: he needs to wear glasses, but can’t find them.

Skin tone: pale yellowish tan with lots of freckles

Distinguishing marks: freckles, rope burn scars on neck, wrists and ankles, deep scars all over body. he has a tattoo in the middle of his back of an eye

Predominant features: biiiiig nose and shark teeth

Hair color: black with a purple sheen (mostly because of grease)

Type of hair: super curly and fluffy if clean, straight with slight curls when dirty

Hairstyle: usually shoulder length and choppy, but sometimes cuts it shorter or grows it longer.

Voice: i always wanted him to sound like Danny Elfman, but I do his voice acting.

Overall attractiveness: not very. I’d give him a 4 outta 10 maybe? higher if you like weird looking guys

Physical disabilities: ulcers, anemia, jaundice, chipped teeth, scoliosis, a mild muscle twitch and migraines

Usual fashion of dress: over sized sweaters (usually striped), black skinny cut jeans, black converse, knee high socks.

Favorite outfit: blue striped sweater, acid washed grey/black jeans, black low top converse, periwinkle knee high socks.

Jewelry or accessories: he sometimes wears a black necklace with an eye that matches his tattoo design and he wears a small black hoop earring in his right ear.

Personality

Good personality traits: He’s rather smart and clever, he gives pretty good advice, hes very loyal and will go out of his way to do whatever he can for friends.

Bad personality traits: He has anger issues, night terrors, delusions, gets VERY possessive of people he likes, can get violent, has violent alters he can’t control.

Mood character is most often in: if on meds hes usually in a dissociative calm state. off his meds hes quite irritable unless he’s smoking.

Sense of humor: he’ll tell corny jokes or puns sometimes, but has a hard time picking up when others joke with him.

Character’s greatest joy in life: eating pizza while watching a romcom and listening to his favorite music.

Character’s greatest fear: being yelled at

Why? bad childhood

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? uuuuh? i guess going off his meds didnt go great coupled with a new friend and having a crush on someone.

Character is most at ease when: listening to his headphones and writing

Most ill at ease when: people are yelling at him or he has a lot to do in a day

Enraged when: woken up badly, when he thinks the people around him hate him or are ignoring him

Depressed or sad when: being ignored or nothings on tv

Priorities: just getting through life

Life philosophy: reincarnation might be real and he hopes itll be better next time

If granted one wish, it would be: not being ill and finding love

Why? it causes most of his turmoil and its really hard for him and he just wants to be loved like he never was

Character’s soft spot: people being nice to him, being asked about his hyper fixations (hes usually too shy at first to talk much, but if he trusts you and you get him going he doesnt shut up)

Is this soft spot obvious to others? YES

Greatest strength: he has a lot of surprising physical strength (it wouldnt look like it), he has a pretty strong will too all things considered

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: his own mind, overthinking, moths (the guy)

Biggest regret: he missed his chance with someone he was really close to before he went to the hospital (Leon)

Minor regret: burning his pizza in fall of 1992

Biggest accomplishment: he used to write and actually wrote some small short stories that were published in magazines

Minor accomplishment: not burning his pizza in the winter of 1993

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: he was removed from school a lot growing up til he was expelled and “homeschooled” (it was just him reading all the curriculum himself).

Why? because its embarrassing to him

Character’s darkest secret: he keeps clothing and (if theyre killed) body parts of people hes infatuated with

Does anyone else know? mya does now

Past

Hometown: LA, California

Type of childhood: very badly neglected and abused

Pets: he had a cat as a child, but they died in an unfortunate accident and it really affected him. his plushie cat was name after her.

First memory: his mom yelling at him

Most important childhood memory: getting his plushie cat

Why: it was his number one comfort item. he still has it but shes really old and worn so he keeps it under his pillow or in his dresser

Childhood hero: he didnt have one

Dream job: when he was little wanted to be a vet, then when he got older he wanted to be an artist, now he wants to be a writer

Education: in and out of elementary, half of middle school and then self homeschooled on his own.

Religion: agnostic

Finances: very very poor

Present

Current location: [REDACTED FOR FUTURE GAMES]

Currently living with: he lived alone til he died

Pets: n/a

Religion: agnostic

Occupation: n/a

Finances: n/a

Family

Mother: Paloma Purpura

Relationship with her: very bad. She was extremely abusive to him in physical and mental ways. Randall was an accident and she blamed him for “ruining her life”. She was a severe alcoholic and would leave him home alone for days at a time sometimes. She had schizophrenia and would take out delusions on him. Moths waited til she was passed out and set the house on fire, using cigarettes to make it appear as an accident.

Father: Byun Ji-hwan

Relationship with him: He died while Paloma was 7 months pregnant with him. He got in a car accident. Paloma loved him a lot and his death made her spiral into a depression, most likely being a big factor in Randall being born premature and with many health problems.

Siblings: he’s an only child.

Spouse: He was in love with his neighbor and only friend, Leon, but he moved away and he never told him how he felt.

He was also briefly involved with his boss, Mort, at the pizzeria. He stalked him and was obsessed with him, but lost touch after he went to the hospital.

He had a crush on his neighbor, Tom, who Moths murdered and kept in his bathtub til mya stopped him.

Other important family members: He has an aunt and uncle on his mothers side who adopted him when his house burned down. They were mentally abusive to him and would have to tie him to his bed when he had night terrors cause he would hurt himself and others otherwise. thats why he has rope burn scars on his wrists and ankles.

Favorites

Color: Red and Blue

Least favorite color: yellow

Music: he listens to a lot of different genres, anything floaty and dreamy or kind of weird. his favorite band is radiohead, he also loves oingo boingo and the talking heads.

Food: pizza. pizza anything, he loves all pizza stuff. he hates burgers though.

Literature: horror novels

Form of entertainment: he likes to watch infomercials on TV

Mode of transportation: he has a purple Ford Escort. he keeps losing the keys so he tends to walk everywhere. does NOT ride the bus if he can help it

Most prized possession: His plushie cat, Shadow.

Habits

Hobbies: watching tv or doodling/writing

Plays a musical instrument? he cant play any instrument, but he likes to sing

Plays a sport? no one would play sports with him as a kid and he doesnt have the stamina, but he enjoys watching winter sports.

How he/she would spend a rainy day: He’d open the window so he can listen to the rain and just relax or write

Spending habits: he barely has enough money to get by as it is, but he likes to buy gas station pizza or candy when he can. sometimes he’ll treat himself if hes really depressed and by some silly little toy or something

Smokes: started smoking at 14, chain smoked until he worked and was irritable alot because the breaks werent enough and then he quit after staying in the hospital. Moths still smokes and Randall will have one if he gets really stressed.

Drinks: Used to drink when he was 16, doesnt like how it makes him feel. Triggers memories of his mom.

Other drugs: experimented with lots of drugs as a teen. tried pills, speed and weed. Stopped doing drugs after 2 years., never did them to excess, just to deal with PSTD.

What does he/she do too much of? drinks a lot of soda and caffeinated beverages.

What does he/she do too little of? eating anything. he tends to forget or is just not up for it.

Extremely skilled at: is actually a really good shot with a gun, surprisingly even without his glasses. hes also really good at rhythm type things

Extremely unskilled at: anything involving other people

Nervous tics: chews on his shirt, picks at his nails or bites his nails, covers his face with his sleeves

Usual body posture: slouches, puts his hands up to his chest with his sleeves covering them. tends to walk fast when in public to get home as fast as possible. (virgin walk)

Mannerisms: shy, twitchy, sweaty, has a stutter when nervous. tends not to be able to make eye contact and looks down or away mostly

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? very pessimistic

Introvert or extrovert? EXTREME introvert

Daredevil or cautious?  cautious (moths is a daredevil with no impulse control)

Logical or emotional? tries to be logical usually, but ends up becoming emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? it really depends on what. his self care is messy, but his living space is usually kept pretty clean and minimalist, except for maybe some food wrappers but he picks them up weekly.

Prefers working or relaxing? likes relaxing, but working gets his mind off things.

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? very very unsure of himself

Animal lover? yes, loves all animal esp bugs, rabbits and rats or any creature hated by most people (he relates)

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: hes very self loathing and takes what happened to him personally, feeling like he did something to deserve. that carried on to adulthood and now when something bad happens on accident he thinks he must have done something to deserve it. he finds himself very unattractive and has a hard time looking in the mirror. hates everything about himself.

One word the character would use to describe self:  bad

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? he doesnt think he has any

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? shyness

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? eyes

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? scars

How does the character think others perceive him/her: he thinks people see him as a gross person, someone you wouldnt want to go near. and smelly.

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: everything

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: scary and would rather be alone, but wants love and friends

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? absolutely

Person character most hates: his mother, his aunt and uncle and tom

Best friend(s): mya and leon

Love interest(s): leon and sort of tom (it wasnt really reciprocated so hes dead)

Person character goes to for advice: mya

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: himself

Person character feels shy or awkward around: everyone

Person character openly admires: mya (he likes how outgoing and nice she is)

Person character secretly admires:  mya

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: leon

After story starts: mya

#ive been working on this on and off for a very long time #randall purpura #purple game

[impudentmiscengenation]

Paramour Perils

Their breakfast had started quietly enough. Phantom had no need of eating, so the ghost settled for watching the nineteen-year-old as he picked at what was on his plate. Phantom hummed a soft tune to himself, glancing at a book he’d started but rarely had the time to finish. It was a good read but malicious ghosts decide, on a whim, to visit to the town of Amity Park-the one he’d sworn to protect (if only to protect his inamorato, but that was a thought to be spared for another time).

Today is going to be slow, I think. The specter thought idly to himself; perhaps he and his human could return to the bedroom and… Find a way to entertain each other. Phantom pressed his lips into a mischievous grin at the thought of the black-haired beauty squirming and panting beneath him; screaming his name and begging for more, Phantom being more than happy to- “I think I’m pregnant.”

If ectoplasm could get any colder, it would have in the moment that the white-haired apparition heard those four words. His fantasies having come to a screeching halt, Phantom turned his attention to the human across from him, blinking in shock. Danny acted as though he hadn’t said anything of consequence, using his fork to push the eggs around on his plate. Phantom swallowed; it hadn’t been his imagination, had it? “… Come again?” Danny set down his fork and licked his lips nervously. “I… I think I might be… pregnant… Or something…” He mumbled, toes curling in discomfort. Phantom unconsciously stood, ghostly tail replacing his legs-what often happened in moments of distress-as the temperature dropped substantially. “Or something?! P-Pregnant?! You’re male! Have you forgotten how human anatomy works, Fenton?!” Danny flinched at the use of his last name, something his lover only did when extremely unnerved. By his tone and the way he worried, though, Danny could tell that-in fact-he had a liable reason to be concerned that he was pregnant. He noted the way that his lover had said human anatomy. Danny swallowed. “I know plenty about human anatomy… But… not so much about, y’know, ghost anatomy.” He put it out there. Phantom opened his mouth to say something and immediately closed it, grumbling incoherently to himself in a language that Danny couldn’t understand. Danny refused to meet the emeralds that were the eyes of his infatuate. The ghost went back and forth with himself for a few minutes, tail flicking anxiously. Danny squirmed in his chair, even more uncomfortable. He couldn’t tell what Phantom was thinking whereas he was sure that the other could always read him like an open book.

“I… I took a test, too… In case you were wondering. I… I didn’t immediately want to jump to a weird conclusion.” Phantom paused and looked back at Danny, brows furrowed. When it was clear that the human wouldn’t elaborate, Phantom gestured to him.

“And?” The ghost pressed. Danny bit at his lower lip, looking down.

“P-Positive.” He mumbled insecurely.

The eggs on the plate were long since forgotten and Danny found himself staring at his feet, still only clad in socks. Phantom had seemingly made a decision and didn’t hesitate in lifting Danny up bridal-style, the teen squeaking in surprise. “Wha-What are you doing?” Phantom had a heavy look on his face as they flew out of the window-becoming invisible to avoid attention. Danny frowned indignantly and opened his mouth before Phantom answered his question. “Unfortunately, we don’t really have much of a choice but to see someone who has an answer to our…” His eyes drifted to the teen’s flat stomach, covered with a thin, white tank top. “... Dilemma.” He settled on the word while continuing to fly, Danny even more confused than before he had asked his question. “But where are we going? Who could possibly know what’s going on here?” Phantom maintained his silence and Danny knew that it was futile to try and get more out of the ghost; he settled for adjusting himself in Phantom’s arms to become comfortable as the lovers ascended into the clouds.

Danny was seated on a red velvet couch, a scowl etched on his usually cheerful face. He was absolutely pissed. Now he knew why Phantom had purposefully avoided the subject of their impending location. If Danny had known that he’d be seated in a chair at Plasmius’, he would have pitched a much bigger fit. Likely he would have still ended up here somehow, knowing his ghostly companion.

He knew that Phantom had sound logic for bringing him here. Plasmius had been the one who had begrudgingly explained to both of them that, yes, it was possible for a human and a ghost to become mated even though he had advised against it.

That was one of the many, many reasons that Danny couldn’t stand Plasmius. Unless something offered him some sort of advantage, he rejected it. He had no idea what the concept of “unconditional love” was, and he used people as if they were pawns in a chess game-he’d made more than one reference to it, after all. As if Danny needed more reasons to hate Plasmius, the ghost had also tried to use Phantom’s feelings for Danny against him on numerous occasions. However. Danny growled under his breath as he thought this. Plasmius knew about almost everything ghostly.

Which was why they were here, much to the human’s chagrin; and if the look on Phantom’s face said anything it was that he was just as uncomfortable, if not more so. Plasmius had a shit-eating grin on his face that was so full of condescending mirth that Danny wasn’t sure if the other was listening at all. Danny had a strong feeling that the elder was merely taking in the sight of Phantom having to swallow his pride.

Danny was flushed red and scowling. Not wanting to see that look on Plasmius’ stupid blue face, he busied himself with staring at the carpet. He was still in his pajamas, as Phantom hadn’t the mind to allow him a change of clothes before rushing them off to their enemy. Danny wasn’t too concerned but it was still the added layer of embarrassment that he was annoyed with.

Phantom heard Plasmus chuckle from where he had his head lowered. If the damn fruitloop was going to help, he’d need to humble himself. This was not an easy thing for Phantom to do, mind you, but if it meant that he and his mate would figure out what exactly was happening then he’d do it. He’d do anything. Plasmius grinned down at the younger ghost. “Alright, alright. Let me see if I understand exactly the circumstances. You, Phantom, want me, your sworn enemy, to look over your mate? The one human who means the absolute world to you? I must say, your desperation intrigues me. To think that you would place the health of your beloved in the hands of-” Phantom growled, interrupting him. “We get it, Plasmius, it’s not something you’d expect. Are you going to look at him or not?” He spat bitterly, eves still trained on the carpet. Plasmius scoffed but, nonetheless, floated to where Danny sat. Red eyes lazily looked over his form, Danny squirming uncomfortably. “What, pray tell, am I supposed to be looking for, Phantom?” He scowled. Phantom opened his mouth but was cut off by Danny. “I think I’m… pregnant.” He murmured the last word, his face even more red than before. Plasmius’ eyes widened. “What? Pregnant? With a… a hybrid child?” Thoughts of picking on Phantom more were thrown out of his head as he swiftly got on his knee in front of the human, who flinched back slightly. Phantom flew to be beside his lover with a soft growl in Plasmius’ direction. Plasmius paid no heed to Phantom’s possessiveness and, instead, stared at the teenager’s stomach with one hand stroking his goatee. Phantom felt his eyes narrowing but he couldn’t very well tell him to stop-they needed his help after all, and this was what needed to be done. Plasmius hummed to himself. “Very well, I’ll… have a look. Follow me.” The ghost resumed his floating and drifted away from the room, expecting the teens to follow. As Danny moved to walk behind Plasmius, Phantom scooped him up against his chest again, causing the boy to sigh. “I’m not allowed to walk until further notice?” He huffed and Phantom grinned. “You seem surprised. Don’t I always suspend your walking privileges when there’s a question of your well-being?” The ghost teased and Danny rolled his eyes but nonetheless made himself comfortable as they were led down into a laboratory. Plasmius stopped and gestured to a metal examination table. Phantom hesitated before setting Danny down, the boy shivering as his bottom made contact with the freezing table. Phantom set his hand on the boy’s shoulder for comfort, Danny nodding back with a slightly-forced smile. After all, it wasn’t the first time something cold found its way up against his ass.

Even though he’d been playing it relatively cool so far, Danny was more scared now than he could ever remember being-even more so now than when he had to tell his ghost hunter parents that Amity’s infamous ghost hero had imprinted on him. Maybe even more than when he’d been waiting for the pregnancy test and praying that it would be negative. He let his blue eyes close while Plasmius suddenly loomed over him.

“Lay down.” The older ghost demanded and Phantom found himself settling into a hateful glare. Danny, too anxious to do anything other than listen, laid flat on the table with no intention of opening his eyes. He’d much rather pretend that he was somewhere, anywhere, else rather than here in this exact moment. While Phantom floated by his lover’s shoulders, running his fingers through his mate’s black hair as a comfort to the human, Plasmius hummed in thought by the boy’s abdomen. The elder phased the tank top off of the ever-anxious Danny, ignoring the soft growl aimed at him courtesy of Amity Park’s resident ghost protector. The vampiric-appearing ghost placed both of his hands on the boy’s stomach, his hands glowing with fuschia ecto-energy. Phantom was shocked when Danny gripped the ghost’s free hand, squeezing it tightly. The green-eyed ghost snarled at Plasmius, his eyes glowing a bright toxic green. “You’d better not be hurting him in any way, or I’ll tear off your arms.” The specter snapped whilst Plasmius rolled his eyes. “Oh, a threat from someone centuries my junior; I’m terrified. And your mate is unharmed, I’m merely trying to feel for any kind of-” He cut himself off and looked, absolutely appalled, at where his hands had been resting on the boy, slightly below the nineteen-year-old’s naval. “... Impossible… You… You’ve done the impossible… A hybrid child…” Plasmius nearly choked on his words as he withdrew his hands. Danny forced his eyes open and snapped up into a seated position. “What?!” He cried out, not liking Plasmius’ hushed astonishment at all. God, why couldn’t it be bad Thai food? Or a stomach flu? Why couldn’t it be something normal for once? Phantom, who had been about to retort to Plasmius’ age reference, found his mouth snapping shut with a ‘click’ of his teeth. Plasmius had his hand on his chin, a thoughtful and puzzled expression on his face.

“Well, this is certainly an interesting turn of events… My, my, how rare. You two seem to always make an afternoon interesting. Ah, but on another note, you may want to consider removing that little monstrosity before it develops much more.” Phantom narrowed his eyes.

“What exactly are you implying, Plasmius?” At the ghost’s icy tone, the elder merely shrugged.

“I wasn’t trying to imply anything more than saving the life of your mate, Phantom.” Plasmius replied in a voice just as cold. This shocked the younger into silence. “The… thing residing inside of your mate, in a makeshift womb of ectoplasm and water, is only going to result in a sickly mutate of human cells and ectoplasmic energy-a bastard. There’s reasons that such things do not exist in most natural states-it will only serve to be more of a monster than you claim myself to be. As it grows, it will require more energy than your human mate can offer it. It will feed and thrive off of killing Daniel-slowly and rather painfully, might I add. Not to mention, even if he somehow manages to carry this thing to term, it will try to tear its way out- disregarding its birth-giver. Which is why I suggest you and your mate are rid of it before there’s lasting damage.” Plasmius explained coolly. Phantom frowned, his eyes being the only thing to betray the utter incredulity that made his mind buzz. “Then… the myths are…”

“Not exactly myths at all, Phantom. Old stories, forgotten and disregarded by time. I’d like to say that almost every single story that you have heard is likely a true encounter with a hybrid. Because of their foulness, they were all hunted to extinction centuries ago. At least, they were.” Phantom hummed quietly and looked down before meeting Plasmius’ gaze again.

“How do we take care of it without it hurting him? It’ll probably try to put up a fight.” Plasmius waved a hand. “It was caught early enough that some concentrated ectoplasmic energy would end it with only some minor discomfort to your mate.”

“And it’ll stay gone?”

“If not, a small incision could work just as well.” Phantom nodded and sighed in thought. “No.” Danny interrupted before the ghosts could further their conversation. His voice didn’t waver and both beings looked over at him, surprise evident on each of their respective features.

“What?” Plasmius and Phantom echoed one another as Danny turned to face them, his legs dangling off of the medical table.

“I said ‘no’. You’re not taking care of any problem. End of story. We’re done here. I want to go home.” Danny looked at Phantom, the ghost incredulously staring back.

“... Danny-”

“No! Don’t ‘Danny’ me! You were talking to Plasmius about killing our baby!” The boy was in near hysterics. Plasmius scowled and pointed to the teen’s stomach.

“That is not a baby. It is a bastard. And if something isn’t done before it grows, it will kill you. Regardless of how you may feel about it, you can rest assured that it does not feel. There is only lore and lost stories about hybrids for a reason-they are menaces that serve no purpose to the natural world. They have the power of the dead with the breath of life and are nothing but a danger to us all!” Phantom swallowed uneasily but Danny only became more determined, the teenager cradling his stomach protectively.

“Well maybe your lore is wrong! It was wrong about ghosts imprinting on humans!” He argued and Plasmius felt his eyes narrow into slits, the ghost growling.

“If I do recall, I said that it wasn’t wise, not world-ending. And imprinting has nothing to do with bringing a sickly creature into this world that can only bring destruction with it. As evil and insane as you two percieve me to be, I would rather the world not be plunged into despair all because a teenager decides to reconcile with his mistake of bearing a bastard.” Phantom found his voice and glared at Plasmius. “Enough out of you.” He turned and addressed his mate, a pleading in his eyes as he crossed the distance between them and took Danny’s hands in his own. “Love, please just listen. I don’t like this any more than you do but… I can’t bear to lose you. As much as it pains me to see you this distraught over this, I only want your safety. If you’re worried about old blue-skin over there,” Plasmius growled at that, “I’ll do it myself, if you prefer. I… know of some of the horror stories of hybrids, halfas as they’re sometimes called, and none of them end well for the parent. Danny, please.” Danny shook his head, biting his lower lip. “Phantom, I’m not going to… I’m not going to kill our child, not because of some ancient fairytales.”

“They’re not fairytales, you insolent brat! Don’t you understand that in every story there lies a grain of truth?!” Plasmius spat and Phantom ignored him in favor of brushing his hand along Danny’s cheek. “My dove, if you want a child there are other ways to go about it… We could get a surrogate, or adopt-really there are options!” He implored, Danny shaking his head again. “N-No! It’s not that! Phantom this baby is ours! You can’t take this from me!” He squeezed his lover’s hands, tears forming in his blue eyes. “Please.” The whimper broke Phantom’s resolve and he sighed, shifting to cradle his mate close to his chest.

“It seems, Plasmius, that we’re finished here… Thank you for… well, you know.” He mumbled. The blue-skinned ghost shook his head in disgust.

“Ignoring your pleasant articulation, Phantom, I’ll advise against this only once more. Doing nothing in the face of this situation… Only death and misery will follow you on this path, Phantom. I trust you’ll bear that in mind when it’s too late, hm?” He snipped before stepping away from the two, back upstairs where they came from.

Phantom was silent as he flew Danny up through the roof and back into the now-afternoon sky. As the white-haired male flew them home, his face was stoic, not revealing the turmoil inside, Danny couldn’t help but to wonder if Phantom would love the child growing inside of him at all. Biting his lower lip, Danny cuddled closer to the ghost and closed his eyes.

By the time the couple had reached Amity Park from Wisconsin, the stars were out and shimmering in the cobalt sky. Phantom easily landed on the balcony outside of their apartment and walked inside, setting Danny gently on the bed before turning on his heel and walking away a few steps, facing the open window. The ghost sighed. “Is there anything that I can say that will change your mind about this?” He asked softly, a pleading whisper. Danny felt his heart constrict but he still shook his head, drawing his knees to his chest and hooking his slender arms around them.

“No… There isn’t…” He murmured just as quietly and Phantom hung his head slightly. “Honestly, I figured as much… Once you set yourself on something, you don’t let go of it.” He mumbled almost bitterly and Danny found a smile on his face. “One of my many endearing qualities, I know.” Phantom turned back to the boy and seated himself at the human’s feet, staring at the other with an unreadable expression. Danny smiled reassuringly.

“Hey, look at it this way, if Vlad already has a vendetta then this baby can’t be all bad, right?” He jested, earning a quick quirk of the lips from Phantom. Danny dropped his small smile and tilted his head a bit to the side.

“Phantom… Stop trying to push blame on yourself and, for the love of God, stop looking at me like I’m going to drop dead at any second. Give me a chance, will you? I’m stronger than I look!” Danny pouted childishly, causing Phantom to finally smile back-albeit a bit sadly.

“As is attested by…?” He grinned at Danny’s feeble attempt to kick the ghost.

“Hush, you.” He glared half-heartedly and huffed when the ghost returned to melancholy. “Look, can we just not think about it for a while? Fool ourselves into normalcy for a night and wrestle with the serious stuff later?” Danny suggested, patting the space beside him on the bed. Phantom raised an eyebrow. “Pushing things off to deal with at a later time? How very uncharacteristic of you, Danny.” He teased before taking the spot on the bed he was offered. Shedding all of his clothing with help from intangibility, Phantom grabbed his human and pulled him close to his chest, making quick work of his human’s clothes as well. Danny squeaked in response, flushing pink. Phantom grinned and kissed along the other boy’s jawline, earning a plethora of delightful sounds from his mate. With a sigh, the specter looked into his human’s blue eyes.

��You know that we’ll need to set down and discuss this, right?”

“Yep.”

“And that I’m going to try everything I can in my power to change your mind?”

“Of course.”

“And you’re going to turn a blind eye to the fact that this is a horrible and dangerous decision that could result in your death?” Danny’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he grinned.

“Since when has that ever stopped me?” 

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