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cosette141 · 1 year

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To Be A Hero | Danny Phantom fanfic

Fandom: Danny Phantom Author: cosette141 Words: 22k Summary: Danny has always known the consequences should he be captured by the Guys In White, but now Tucker is going to learn firsthand just what the stakes are for his superhero friend and what it really means to be a hero. (not slash) hurt/comfort AO3 (fully finished on AO3!)

For "Day 1: Tucker Foley/Power Up". I've been following along with the DP side hoes event going on by @lexosaurus but my muse isn't here right now. Hope its ok to include a past fic that fits the theme. If that's not cool, I can remove the tag. :)

Chapter One

Danny wiped cold sweat from his brow, and leaned against the building behind him. He pressed his hands on his knees, panting as he floated in mid-air around the tenth story of an apartment complex. Moonlight cast his snow-white hair in a sheen glow, and glinted off the Fenton thermos in his hand. He lifted his head, and asked, between gasps, "Was that… the last… one?"

The Fenton Phones crackled in his ear, and Tucker pulled out his PDA, the light glinting in the darkness where he and Sam stood on the street below. "Check, and check." He yawned audibly and canted his head back toward where Danny hovered. "Finally."

"Great," muttered Sam, muffling her own yawn with her hand. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the pavement. "Now, can we please go to bed?"

"Ghost fighting first, sleep later, Sam." tsked Tucker. "You know the—" He made an oof sound over the headsets and Danny was pretty sure he saw Sam land her elbow into his gut. "Okay, sleep it is." They both picked up their scooters from the sidewalk.

Danny sighed in his own exhausted relief and pushed off the building to fly home. "Thank god. I thought this night would never—"

Danny's words were cut harshly off as something hard and sharp struck him in the stomach. It sliced across his skin, cutting the suit and into his abdomen. He cried out, the force of the hit driving him backward into the apartment building, shattering a window.

"Danny!"

Dazedly, Danny heard his friends shouting at him through the Phones, but his head pounded far too much to hear anything through the muddled pain. He raised a hand to his head, groaning. He barely had time to realize he was falling toward the pavement.

-.-.-.

"Danny!"

Tucker and Sam ducked as the broken glass from the window Danny slammed into showered down on them. Tucker felt Sam grab his jacket sleeve and yank him out of the downpour.

"Danny," whispered Sam breathlessly, eyes glued to the falling figure of their best friend. Tucker picked himself off the ground and ran.

He caught Danny just in time, nearly bridal-style, but Danny's altitude forced his weight into Tucker and they both slammed into the pavement.

Tucker cringed, his head nearly whiplashing on the ground. His back took most of the fall. He felt Danny's dead weight on his chest, pinning him down. Tucker lifted his head off the ground, ignoring that his hat didn't follow. Danny's head rested on his chest, but his eyes weren't open. He was out cold.

"Danny?" asked Tucker frantically, pressing a finger into Danny's forehead. "Dude? You… you okay?"

Danny didn't respond.

Tucker heard Sam's pounding footsteps behind him at the same moment he suddenly felt wet. He glanced down, realizing a green ooze was leaking over himself and the pavement.

Ectoplasm.

His heart shot into a frenzy. Danny was bleeding. A lot. "Danny!" he almost shouted. He grabbed his friend's shoulder and shook it, hard. "Dude, wake up!"

"Is he okay?" came Sam's panicked voice. She reached out and started to carefully pull Danny off of Tucker's chest. Danny's weight was freezing, and warm air quickly filled its place as Sam transferred him to the ground. The moment she did, white light encased Danny's waist, changing Phantom back to Fenton.

He still didn't stir.

"Oh my god," she breathed, eyes drawn to the growing pool of dark blood. But even in the darkness, they could tell the green ectoplasm was beginning to turn crimson.

Tucker pulled himself onto his knees, ignoring the fact that he was practically covered head to toe in Danny's blood. He looked at his friend, now noticing the sizable gash from where his shirt exposed it; the cut was nasty, still bleeding now-red blood onto the pavement. Tucker's heart cantered. "He's… he's okay." He looked panicked at Sam. "He's okay, right?"

Sam responded by slapping Danny on the face. "Danny!"

Danny flinched.

Both Tucker and Sam released a breath as his eyes flickered open. He coughed lightly, groggily lifting his head. His hand sluggishly found his side and he winced, looking down at it. His eyes widened at the blood. "Ugh… wha' hit me?"

Trying to ignore the slur in his words, Tucker swallowed hard. "I… I don't know."

"Yeah," muttered Sam, briefly looking toward the sky. "What the hell did hit you?"

Danny lifted a hand and gingerly touched the wound. The moment his fingers made contact, he gasped and tore them away.

"Crap," muttered Sam.

"What?" asked Tucker, a slight whine entering his voice.

"Danny's not in ghost form," she said, looking at him. "He heals faster in ghost form."

"Still heal pretty fast as a human," said Danny sleepily. He shut his eyes and his head slowly titled toward the ground.

"No!" Sam slapped his cheek again and he snapped his eyes open. "No sleeping, Danny!"

Danny lazily rolled his eyes at her. "Bossy."

"Look, we have to get this taken care of." said Sam, turning to Tucker. "My house is further than FentonWorks. Jazz has a first aid kit in her room—we'll have to wake her up."

Danny groaned. "No, guys—I'll… I'll heal fine, okay? If we tell Jazz she's just gonna… gonna fuss all over me…"

"Danny, you sound drunk," snapped Sam. "You are not fine."

"I'm with your girlfriend on this one, dude," added Tucker. He ignored the "I'm not his/She's not my girlfriend" responses from his friends and risked another look down at the blood. "Um, dude, can you walk?"

Danny bit his lip, then tried pushing himself off the ground. He yelped and fell back to the pavement. "That's a no," he said, barely audibly.

Tucker and Sam helped pull Danny slowly and carefully to his feet, sharing his weight between them. They started their slow walk toward FentonWorks. Danny cringed with every step, dragging his feet. Too bad he's not in ghost form, thought Tucker. He was far lighter as a ghost.

Danny's head hung low over his chest, his breathing loud and labored. "Agh—damn, that… that stings—" His face was pinched and white.

"We're almost there, dude," said Tucker quickly. They made it to the door, and Sam left Danny hanging onto Tucker as she slipped her personal FentonWorks key—not that she was given a personal key—into the lock and opened the door. She rushed back to her two best friends and grabbed her half of Danny's weight.

"Try not to bleed all over your carpet," said Tucker, attempting to lighten the mood.

"I'll keep… that in mind," was Danny's forced reply.

Their journey across the living room and up the stairs—oh, god, the stairs—was painfully slow. By the time they reached Jazz's bedroom door, Tucker's shoulders were burning by how much Danny was leaning on him.

Sam opened Jazz's door and Tucker dragged Danny inside. He wound an arm around Danny's torso, holding him as upright as he could manage without Sam. He watched as the goth shook Jazz awake.

"Jazz," she hissed to the sleeping redhead.

"No—a B?" mumbled Jazz sleepily. "But I studied—"

"Jazz!"

Jazz shot upright, whipping her head toward Sam and clutching her blanket close to her chest. "Wha—Sam?" She rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?"

"Three a.m.," said Sam quickly. "Look, we need to know where you keep that extensive first aid kit."

Jazz's eyes immediately sharpened. "Why? What's wrong? Where's Danny?"

"'M right here, Jazz," mumbled Danny, in a much less sober voice than he had a minute ago. Tucker shook him slightly, making him blink his eyes open wider.

"Danny!" she hissed. Jazz jumped out of bed and rushed over to him, turning on a dim lamp with a click. "What—oh my god, Danny, what happened to you?!"

"Shh!" chided Sam. "We don't need your parents busting in here!"

Jazz ignored her, staring at the now-red stains on Danny's t-shirt. Tucker led Danny to Jazz's bed and relieved his burning arm from its duty. Danny fell back on the comforter with a cringe.

"'S not that bad, guys," whispered Danny to the room. "I heal fast."

"Not in human form, you don't!" snapped Sam. Her face was whiter than normal, and Tucker could tell she was shaking.

"Still faster than normal," Danny tried.

Jazz pulled a big, white first aid box out from underneath her bed, unwinding a roll of gauze. "I told you to tell me when you were going out patrolling, Danny!"

"I was with Sam and Tucker," whined Danny vaguely, cringing as Jazz lifted his shirt away from his wound. The cut was jagged and still bleeding fresh blood. Tucker resisted the urge to gag.

"Yeah?" said Jazz. "And look at what happened to you!"

"I don't even know what happened to me," said Danny, then gasped as Jazz dabbed antiseptic over the cut. Danny's hand fisted in the comforter.

"It was weird," said Tucker distantly. "Something hit him. But I have no idea what it was or where it came from."

"Holy crap, Tuck!" said Sam suddenly. She lifted the corner of the sleeve of his shirt. He looked down and realized he was still drenched in Danny's ectoplasm, nearly head to toe. Sam's fingers seemed to find the only patch of his shirt that wasn't dripping in glowing green.

"Aw, man!" whined Tucker, pulling off his hat, just now remembering how much his clothes have been destroyed. His hat seemed mostly untouched by the ghost-blood, and he heaved a sigh of relief and placed it back on his head. He glanced down at his arms, his face turning nearly a matching shade of green."Ugh, it's gonna take, like, six showers to get this stuff out…"

"Sorry, Tuck," said Danny softly, visibly trying to keep his eyes open.

"Well," said Jazz, wrapping the gauze around Danny's torso. "The bleeding seems to be slowing down."

"Told you," said Danny quietly. His eyes drooped. "C'n we go to sleep now?"

Jazz's face softened at the little-boy quality in his face. "Sure, little brother. But you have to let me take a look at that in the morning."

Tucker and Sam walked Danny back to his bedroom; he was still too exhausted to phase through the wall. He dropped on his bed gracelessly, releasing a gasp of pain.

Sam's hand shot for his shoulder. "Danny, are you sure you're okay?"

Danny groaned, cracking one eye open, meeting Sam's. Tucker shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling—again—like the the third wheel of his two best friends. He fought the urge to whistle casually when Danny said, "You don't have to worry so much. I'll be fine, Sam."

Sam's hand lingered on his shoulder for a moment more, then she took it back and she and Tucker turned to go. His voice hoarse and quiet, Danny said, "Thanks, guys."

Tucker and Sam shared a knowing look. Tucker shrugged, grabbing Danny's door to pull it shut. Meaning every word, Tucker said, "What are friends for, dude?"

-.-.-.-.

"Damn it, he's gone."

Agent K glared at the tracker in his hands, monitoring the heat signatures below him. They'd been locking into Phantom's freezing signature moments ago. Their weapon had hit him head on, then he disappeared. K looked down over where he hovered above the street, only seeing a couple of teenagers up way past their bedtime. He turned toward his partner. "Did you get it?"

Agent O held out a hand, waiting for the small silver disc to land in his palm. Moonlight glinted off the metal as they floated in their sleek, Guys In White brand hovercrafts. Agent O looked down at the disc. Its blades were slick with fresh ectoplasm. He held it up in the moonlight, grinning sickly at Agent K.

"Oh," he said. "I got it." He looked down after where Phantom disappeared into the shadows of the alley. "That ghost kid might have disappeared tonight, but by tomorrow, he's ours."

-.-.-.

Fully completed over on AO3! (Link at top underneath summary!)

Here’s also a link to an animatic for this fic done by the incredible @aanau of chapter 4 (so don’t watch till you read chapter 4 or you’ll be spoiled!!! ;) ) thank you again for making such an amazing animatic of the fic!!! I cherish it so much! <3

#danny phantom #dp #dp fic #dp side hoes week 2023 #tucker foley power up #tucker foley #danny fenton #phicc #phic #dp fanfic #dp fanfiction #hurt/comfort #danny and tucker #friendship #no slash #giw #guys in white #dp side hoes week

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ezralva · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chousou & Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji & Kamo Noritoshi, Chousou & Kamo Noritoshi, Chousou & Higuruma Hiromi, Chousou & Itadori Yuuji & Kamo Noritoshi Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Kamo Noritoshi, Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Higuruma Hiromi Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Training, Banter, Healing, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Sibling Bonding, Brotherly Bonding, Brotherly Affection, Brother Feels, Choso needs a hug, Everyone gives him one (literally or figuratively), Higuruma is so done with Choso but still wanna cheer him up, Inspired by chapter 244, Smart Noritoshi (canon), Slightly himbo Choso (canon), Wise big bro Choso (canon), Yuuji is so done with Choso but still loves his onii-chan, Family Men, Overprotective Choso, Hopeful Ending, Wise Higuruma, Post-Culling Game Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Shinjuku Showdown Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Soft Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Older Sibling Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Good Sibling Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Older Sibling Noritoshi (Jujutsu Kaisen), Kamo Noritoshi Character Study (slight), Men Crying, No Slash, Platonic Cuddling, Platonic Male/Male Relationships, Choso Has No Sense of Personal Space, How is that not a tag yet and I have to make one myself Series: Part 1 of Blood is Thicker than The Water (Yuuji's found family) Summary:

Yuuji groaned, “Listen, Choso, if you keep being like this I’ll never know how much blood I could safely spend before the real battle.”

“As long as I’m still here, I won’t have you pass out in front of me again.” He didn’t back down.

Yuuji glared at Choso before tugging at Noritoshi’s sleeve. “Senpai, please say something to him. He’s always like that. He’s not making any sense!”

“Uh…” Noritoshi scratched the back of his head, furtively glancing at Choso who, in return, gave him a piercing, yet hopeful stare.

Damn.

In which Yuuji learned Blood Manipulation yet he sucked at learning, Choso sucked at teaching, so Noritoshi had to step in.

A.k.a what happened beyond the scenes of manga chapter 244.

#reupload cz added and changes on tag #jujutsu kaisen #choso #yuji itadori #chousou #itadori yuuji #higuruma hiromi #hiromi higuruma #noritoshi kamo #kamo noritoshi #no slash #based on chapter 244 #inspired by manga #ofc my lawyer and onii-chan has to be the wisest one here #canon compliant #my fic #fanfiction #see me making the first tags for choso and also for kamo sandwhich for my baby yuuji

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ov-rwhelmed · 1 year

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breaking bread, a one-shot fic written for the HXH Yorknew Auction reverse big bang event by nogoodalone

word count: 4,377

summary: “I should have anticipated the chance of you finding me here; I don’t know why I expected you of all people to sit still and wait rather than walk around the city.” Gon stalls at Kurapika’s comment, voice clearer than over the phone and deeper than he remembers.

“Man, I thought I was being pretty quiet walking over here.” Gon exhales a laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets and wondering how Kurapika knew he was there when he had yet to even turn his head towards Gon.

“I haven’t forgotten how your aura feels,” Kurapika says. “And sensing that’s a hell of a lot more obvious than if you had started screaming and stomping your way over here.” His commentary sounds aggressive, but Gon knows better. That, and he can see the small smile on Kurapika’s face as he’s talking.

Gon makes his way over and sits next to Kurapika who has yet to stop looking ahead over the river. He asks, “How long have you been here?”, and notices Kurapika’s fingers grip the seat of the bench. A beat of silence passes.

“In Yorknew, since about 5,” Kurapika answers, voice tense. “On this bench, since about 6.”

#hxh #hunter x hunter #gon freecss #gon freecs #kurapika #kurapika kurta #yorknew #yorknew auction #friendship fic #no slash #kt writes #MY FORMAT WAS SCREWED UP WHEN THIS WAS REBLOGGED AHHHH

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thefightingbull · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Darth Maul & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Darth Maul, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Brothers, Protective Darth Maul, Anakin Skywalker is a Little Shit, Young Anakin Skywalker, Training, Memories, Gaslighting, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Qui Gon Jinn died, Maul did it, Sith Lord Maul, Maul training Anakin, Anakin Skywalker is Not a Jedi, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping Series: Part 1 of A Dichotomy of Souls Summary:

Maul sits and contemplates exactly what to do with the most powerful force user he's ever come across. He'd only taken the child in the beginning as a consolation prize to piss off both the Jedi and his former Master.

#star wars #darth maul #anakin #alternate universe #adventure #no slash #gen fic #this is just the beginning #seriously #massive wip #lots of parts #mostly written

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camphalfbloodkids · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Hurt Tim Drake, Jason Todd is So Done, Enemy to Caretaker, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Jason Todd Saves the Day, Swearing, Minor Violence, Concussions, Attempt at Humor, Vomiting, Sassy Tim Drake, Jason Todd's Love Language Is Cooking, no beta we die like jason todd, Batman Needs To Stop Naming Things, Gags, Light Angst, Tim Drake & Jason Todd Friendship, Mild Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Tim finds himself captured, again. And all the blood that rushed to his head isn't helping him filter his thoughts from his mouth.

Cue Jason saving the day, not quite mind reading, Tuesday's amirite, and the elusive Batbucket. Not necessarily in that order.

‘What we cooking boys?' Red Hood drawls mechanically.

If Tim could raise his eyebrows he would. He settles on scowling behind his gag. The two-bit gang had just caught Red Robin off the back of a fight – they’d just strung him up for an added splash of humiliation. No big deal. He could get out of this easy squeazy, hanging upside down and feeling queasy.

‘I’d guess chicken. But looks like we’ve got a Robin.’

#tim drake #jason todd #dc #no slash #creamcheesebagel #batman

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ambientwitch · 6 months

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I must not kill myself killing myself is the myself killer . Dune

#Slash j

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curiositypolling · 1 month

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pls reblog for sample size etc

follow for more occasional useless polls

#once again hoping i didnt miss an obvious one lol #kinda based on where I use it most ig #slash based on where people use their phones in boredom most often

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kgreen200 · 8 months

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Case Prompts for John

By KathyG.

Summary: In this sequel to “A Chance to Practise,” that is set in the first-season episode, “The Great Game,” Mycroft suspects that Sherlock has passed the Bruce-Partington case to John. He decides to help him out. Thanks to BesleyBean, from the BBC Sherlock Fan Forum, for beta-reading and Brit-picking my story!

“Then how did he end up with a bashed-in brain on the tracks at Battersea?” Mycroft asked. He was referring to the deceased Andrew West, whom he suspected of having stolen a memory stick containing plans to a missile defence system. John sat in the chair facing Mycroft’s desk in the latter’s large Whitehall office, looking up at him and taking notes; he was wearing a two-piece suit that he had evidently bought off the rack. Night had fallen outside, and two table lamps shed a soft light throughout the room. Leaning against his desk with his legs crossed and his arms folded, both shoes flat on the carpeted floor, Mycroft continued, “That is the question—the one I was rather hoping Sherlock would provide an answer to. How’s he getting on?”

“He—he’s fine, yes. Oh, and—and it is going…very well. It’s, um, you know—he’s completely focused on it.” John grinned at Mycroft unconvincingly.

Yes, sure, he is, Mycroft thought, biting back an amused smile. You have your share of talents, John Watson, but lying is clearly not one of them. Out loud, he said, “Well, I’ve told you everything I know, John.”

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#One-Shot #Canon-Compliant #No Slash #Episode: s01e03 The Great Game #Bruce-Partington plans

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arowrath · 1 year

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yeah man that group of queer people really are evil fakers stealing ur resources. for real this time yeah. no it's not dumb meaningless exclusionist discourse that you're traumatizing a group of fellow queer people with this time, it's a good thing this time. keep sending those people death threats and talking about how they're not oppressed enough you're really doing so much good for the queer community

#text #slash sarcasm #if it wasn't obvious #discourse

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