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[half-deadmagicperson]

Phic Phight '24 Phic 2

Title: Summoning Shenanigans

Words: 767

For @phicphight

Prompt by @five-rivers : For centuries, the cult has anticipated the glorious rise and return of Lord Phantom. That time is at hand. All they need to bring him fully into the mortal world is the perfect sacrifice: Danny Fenton.

Rating: G

Warning: One (1) cuss word

AO3

Low chanting filled a dark hall. People disguised in cloaks circled around the chalk markings on the floor. Ancient runes were spelled out to call for their lord. The head of the cult ordered for the sacrifice to be brought.

  A black-haired teenager writhed around in the arms of two of their members. He was trying and failing to escape. Upon spotting the leader of the cult, the entire teenager’s demeanor shifted. Members who were close enough could see the boy’s calculating glare. When they arrived at the circle, the leader raised their hands to stop the chanting.

  “The time is nigh for the return of our lord. For centuries we have waited to see signs of his presence. History tells of the mighty acts of the supreme, and there have been signs of his return near Amity Park, Illinois.”

  The crowd murmured before the leader raised their hand again.

  “However, in order for our supreme to ascend to the mortal plane, a sacrifice must be made! And who better a sacrifice than the son of those who want to hurt the supreme! Therefore, we are sacrificing Daniel James Fenton, son of ghost hunters, to be used as the conduit for our supreme leader, Lord Phantom of the Infinite Realms!” Their heavily modulated voice echoed, as cultists began to cheer.

  Daniel’s eyes widened as the chanting and fire began. He scuffed his feet along the ground as the members dragged him into the circle. A small grin flashed on his face before smoke hid him from everyone’s view. 

  The ground split with green cracks of light. The sound of electricity crackling echoed off the walls. The cultists shook in fear as a bright halo of light appeared among the unearthly smoke. The leader screamed and disappeared into the smoke. Several members ran away from the spectacle, others were frozen in place.

  Frost coated the ground as the smoke turned into snowflakes. As members scrambled and tripped over each other, one figure stood calmly in the middle of the circle.

  Danny Fenton, in his tattered NASA hoodie and ripped jeans, watched the chaos unfolding around him. However, this was not the same person they sacrificed. A grin too wide to be human split the teenager’s face in two. His ears were pointed, and his eyes were glowing an acidic green. 

   Next to him, sat the leader trying to scramble away. Daniel, no, Phantom looked down at the person and ripped off their hood. A teenager with a bright mop of red hair quickly went to try and put his hood back up.

  “Really, Wes? You went through all this trouble trying to prove your theories?” Fenton’s voice came out with static pops.

  “Well, yeah? I thought you’d, like, use your powers before we did the actual sacrificing bit,” the voice was quiet and no longer modulated. The other cultists murmured to each other.

  “You know, since I am an ‘immortal being your cult has been waiting centuries for’ it seems highly impossible for me to be a lowly highschooler, especially a low-life son of ghost hunters,” he turned towards the crowd,”Alright everyone! The show’s over, you should go home now.”

 “But wait! What if he somehow time travels! What if that’s why he’s in different artifacts!” Wes pleaded, but everyone ignored him and started walking away. Once they all left, Fenton patted Weston on the shoulder.

  “It’s okay Wes, I believe you,” he said with shit-eating grin before disappearing. Wes scowled.

  “FENTON!”

  A laugh echoed in the hall before fading, and Wes knew he was alone again. He sighed and started cleaning up. He worked really hard on that plan! Does Fenton know how hard it is to form a large congregation of believers?

  He finishes cleaning before exiting the venue he rented. After making sure the door was locked, Wes started his car and went home.

~~~~~~~~~~

  A confused college student popped out of the bathroom and walked into the main hall. The room was empty in sharp contrast to the large number of people gathered before. The student noticed a small device on the floor next to him. It looked like a voice modulator, like what their leader had. He grabbed the small box and tucked it into their cloak.

  He knew what he had to do, he needed to find a better sacrifice for Lord Phantom, one that the entity will approve of.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sir there has been a development. A teenager has imitated our organization, but even worse, they actually summoned our lord."

"Well, well, well, we may have to pay this teen a visit."

#danny phantom #dp #wes weston #phicphight #phic phight 2024

[ashspecter]

@currentlylurking's prompt: Nobody really knew anything about how the Ghost King was determined, but that didn’t change how sure they were that Danny Phantom would be the next king. It didn’t change how wrong they were, either. @duchi-nesten's prompt: Who knew being the ghost king included having to hold a tea party for all the still-existing, previous ghost kings? Surely not Danny.

Summary: Danny is the newly crowned Ghost King and he is struggling with how he’s supposed to impress the kings that came before him.

Warnings: N/A

Words: 2,039

No one seems to know anything about how the next Ghost King is determined. But that doesn’t change how sure they are that Danny will be the next king. And it doesn’t change how wrong he thinks they are, either.

Danny never asked for this. He is only a teenager trying to navigate the complexities of his half-life in both the human realm and the Ghost Zone. But, for some reason, the universe decided to screw him over yet again— thrusting upon him the heavy mantle— by making him a king. And now, he must host a tea party fit for the Mad Hatter.

According to Clockwork, it is a tradition every new King must carry out to both be accepted as the new king, to show honor to those who came before him, and to show off his might. However, Danny is not sure how he is supposed to do that last part. All the previous kings had powerful abilities, ancient artifacts, and massive lairs to prove and show off their status. All Danny has is the Crown of Fire, now Space, and the Ring of Rage, now Wonder. Both of which match Danny’s core— again, something Clockwork claimed— and now look like the Northern Aurora Borealis and Saturn’s respectively. Both, he thinks, look awesome. But still, he does not have a lair specific to himself, he does not have any special abilities (that he knows of, but that should not be an issue as he matures— which again, is something Clockwork had said— and he does not have a weapon of any sort.

Danny exhales and glances at the various circular tables set up around the Grand Hall, waiting to be decorated. He has yet to do anything for the tea party even though it weighs heavily on his mind. There are no motifs unique to his crown, no tea prepared, no ghostly delicacies, and nothing to show the research he has done for the previous kings. What is he supposed to look for? How is he supposed to decorate in accordance with each of their eras? All he has is himself and a mostly empty castle.

As he broods from the stairs leading up to his throne, Clockwork materializes beside him, carrying their usual staff and numerous timepieces. Danny can tell that they have frozen time in their now shared space based on the lack of ticking the time master’s watches make.

The boy, with all of his insecurities and fears, glances at them with a mournful expression. He tries to smile, but it comes out more of a grimace.

Clockwork offers him a friendly smile, fitting to their serene yet authoritative appearance. And Danny wonders, briefly, if they have ever felt overwhelmed about anything they have ever done.

“Danny,” Clockwork’s voice echoes like the tolling of a distant church bell, “You cannot avoid your duties as king for very much longer.”

Danny sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his mental exhaustion. He knows he should have already begun working hours ago, but everytime he tried, he just… couldn’t. How can anyone expect him to run the Ghost Zone and protect his friends, family, and home? If they think he can do everything, they must be mad.

“I know,” He finally says, “But holding a tea party for all of the still-existing and previous ghost kings is a lot. How do they expect me to do everything? Who came up with that idea?”

Clockwork’s expression softens, reminding Danny of his mother’s face when he would apologize for something he didn’t mean to do or did wrong when he was a child. “I told you before, it is a tradition,” They reply, not at all explaining anything, “It is part of the legacy each king has inherited and is a sign that you are embracing your responsibility. And to some, it is a show of respect to those who came before you.”

“I’m not even sure how to start,” Danny begins, his voice barely above a whisper, “How am I supposed to impress them? How am I supposed to relate to them? What if, no matter what I do, they don’t like me?”

“No one has ever made history by being liked,” Clockwork replies morbidly, letting the base of their staff hit the floor heavily, “But, unlike the other kings, you still have your humanity. You are still human. You possess qualities the previous kings can only dream of anymore— compassion, bravery, and a supernaturally strong sense of justice. Most kings and ghosts can only ever experience one of those things after their death. This makes you more worthy of your crown than all of them combined.”

Danny feels a flicker of warmth in his chest, a momentary break in the storm of his doubts. He looks around the Grand Hall again. Maybe he can host a tea party that is less about showcasing his power and more about showing who he is? He knows that being the Ghost King entails more than just wielding power over the spectral realm; it means shouldering the burdens of countless souls and upholding the delicate balance between the worlds of the living and the dead. And he’s both being the halfa that he is.

“What if is doesn’t have to be like their parties?” He muses aloud, a spark of inspiration lighting his eyes, “What if it’s less about flexing and more about connection? I could make it… different, unique. Something memorable that doesn't just mimic the past but reinvents it.”

“And how would you propose to do that, my young king?” Clockwork asks.

Danny begins to pace, his mind racing with ideas, “What if each table isn’t just a show of power but a story? Each one could represent a different king but through my eyes. I could integrate what I learn about them with elements from my life— my human life.”

He stops, turning to face Clockwork with newfound determination as he recalls a book Mr. Lancer made him read at the beginning of the school year, “Like Alice’s tea party with the Mad Hatter— it wasn’t just about drinking tea; it was about challenging perceptions and embracing the nonsensical. Each table could challenge what it means to be powerful. I could use elements that represent strength in the human world— like books for knowledge, or art that speaks to the soul.”

Clockwork nods, “An excellent idea, indeed. And what about your own table, the centerpiece of this gathering?”

Danny’s eyes drift to the throne, then back to the empty space around it. “My table will be the simplest,” He decides, “Just a teapot, some cups, and a clear view of the throne. It’ll show them that I’m still learning— still growing. It doesn’t need to be filled with artifacts or magic. My strength isn’t in what I own or what powers I have— it’s in my ability to connect, to bring others together.”

The idea seems to lift the weight from Danny’s shoulders. He glances around the grand hall, contemplating how to transform it into a suitable setting for such a historic gathering. Then, he takes a breath and begins to summon the items that he needs just as Clockwork taught him. This lair— he needs to make it his own for the evening. To do that, he must speak to it from his core.

As he hums to his core, ethereal flames begin to spark to life on the candles throughout the hall. They are a mix of blue and green— matching both the color of Danny’s core and the attitude he wants to set for his reign: stable, reliable, and calm. As they fill the room with light, the Grand Hall seems to burst to life with everything else. Colorful, ghostly flowers crawl their way up table legs to bloom at the center, each representing the era and location each of the previous kings had come from. The ancient tapestries adorning the walls seem to whisper their stories, telling of epic tales that had been lived out.

With each delicate touch, Danny feels a sense of purpose begin to stir within him. This is it. This is what he’s been trying to do for the last several hours. As he works to prepare the gathering in the extra time Clockwork has given him, he finds peace in the strangely familiar task at hand.

Danny moves through the Grand Hall, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone. He places each item with care, a teacup here, a napkin there. His heart slowly aligns with the rhythm of his newfound role. And the transformation of the space around him mirrors those changes. It’s a blend of ghostly heritage and human sensibility— a bridge between two realms that he alone can navigate.

As he arranges the tables, Danny finds himself thinking of Mr. Lancer’s book again, Alice had to navigate her way through Wonderland without much help— she was thrust into a world she didn’t understand, surrounded by characters and rules that defied logic. Like her, Danny feels out of place, pushed into a role he never asked for, but also like her, he realizes the potential to redefine the rules of his own game.

For the centerpiece of each table, Danny chooses symbols that resonate with the stories of the kings before him, yet he infuses them with elements from his human life. One table features an ancient crown, but nestled beside it is a skateboard, representing his youth and his relentless drive. Another table displays a spectral scepter surrounded by a circle of comic books, highlighting the blend of authority and creativity that defines him.

As he works, Clockwork watches, their timeless gaze holding not just the weight of centuries but a flicker of something akin to pride. They see the boy who fought specters and fears alike, who now crafts a legacy not just of power but of profound authenticity.

Danny pauses, considering the main table. Here, he decides, there should be nothing but simplicity: an empty teapot, two cups, and a single rose—echoing the one Alice found in Wonderland, painted red as a disguise. This rose, however, remains white, untouched and honest, symbolizing Danny's commitment to authenticity and transparency.

The atmosphere in the Grand Hall shifts, the ethereal flames casting dancing shadows on the stone walls, each flicker a silent witness to a king’s resolve. The scent of ghostly flowers fills the air, a subtle reminder of the beauty that can exist even in the darkest of places.

As the final touches come together, Clockwork steps forward, their voice breaking the silence, “You have created something quite unique, Danny. This isn’t just a tea party; it’s a declaration of your values.”

Danny looks around, his earlier anxiety replaced by a quiet confidence. “I guess it is,” He admits, a slight smile touching his lips, “I wanted them to see me—not just as a king but as a person. I want to show that even though I’m young and still learning, I can bring something new to the table, literally and metaphorically.”

The time master nods and strokes their beard, “And so you have.”

The time frozen around them begins to tick back into motion, the sounds of the ghostly realm resuming its nocturnal symphony. Danny feels ready now, not just to host this tea party, but to lead with a heart open to the complexities of his dual existence.

Danny nods, a determined glint in his eyes as he surveys the transformed space. Though doubts still linger in the recesses of his mind, he refuses to let them overshadow everything he’s just done, “Thanks, Clockwork. I hope this tea party goes smoothly.”

Clockwork offers a reassuring smile, his ancient features softened by genuine warmth, “Have faith in yourself, Danny. You possess the strength and resilience to overcome any challenge that comes your way.”

Even with Clockwork’s encouragement echoing in his mind, Danny takes a moment to center himself. He knows that the road ahead will be fraught with challenges, some he will have to overcome alone, but he won’t let that stop him. Then, he takes a deep breath and pushes open the doors leading to the castle’s entrance.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #clockwork #ghost king danny #ghost king au #tea party #phic phight #phic phight 2024 #phicphight #dp events #phandom #phandom events

[phandomnews]

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[bloggerspam]

Chapter 1: Beginning of an End

For @sheabeeprime and @uniasus for this year's @phicphight !

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The thing about Fenton is that he’s not…..subtle. 

Star thinks about this as she watches him struggle with his locker. Kwan’s just about to offer to help—she can see it in her peripherals—before Fenton groans, looks left and right (completely missing them loitering across the hall directly behind him) and sticks his hand into the locker. 

He’s fiddling around with the lock, trying to unlock it, instead of doing the completely reasonable thing and just. Grabbing the thing he wanted to grab. Why bother with the lock at all if he’s just gonna stick his hand in anyway?

She and Kwan share a look at that. Kwan scratches the back of his head, looking around to see if anybody else could tell him what to do, before settling on her pleadingly. 

She sighs, shaking her head and closing her eyes against the headache that she feels coming on. It’s Senior Year. You’d think after 3 years, Fenton would get better at hiding, not worse. 

But then again…it did take the majority of Casper High a year to even realize something was wrong with the boy.

She thinks about that, before correcting herself. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s just….not all right either. She shakes her head, walking off to the nearest classroom door. It’s early in the morning so the halls are still relatively empty. Star and Kwan are only here because of morning practice. 

She wonders, idly, why Fenton is so early. He’s usually late, but then again the ghosts have been getting better about leaving him alone these days. Fenton’s lost those wretched eye-bags he kept carrying around like Paulina and her prada bags. 

She opens the door softly, placing Kwan in front of her and placing her hand on his broad back, as if pushing him out. She slams the door behind her, pushing Kwan who blessedly goes with it. 

“Star! What’s the rush?” Fenton jumps, yanking his hand out and inadvertently tripping the locker open. 

“We’re gonna be late to practice.” She says, primly. 

“Alright alright, oh, hey Fentino.” Kwan chuckles, as they pass by Danny. 

He flinches, picking up the books that spilled out. “Hey, Kwan. Star.” 

He starts pulling at his sleeves, always long sleeved nowadays, but no sleeve is long enough to cover the scars that litter his wrists and fists. She gives him a sweet smile, staunchly ignoring the way his answering nervous smile has too many teeth. 

“Morning Danny. See you later.” She stops pushing at Kwan to pull up beside him. He takes her hand, squeezing it gently as they make their way down the hall. Just before they turn the corner she sees Danny stare at his hand in fear. He flexes it, and she notices that it has claws, before they disappear and he breathes out a shakey sigh.

“It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Kwan says softly. She looks up at him, and his sad far away stare. 

She doesn’t want to answer–doesn’t want to face the truth of it. But this is Kwan.

“Yes.” Of all the A-listers, she’s the only one that seems to be on neutral terms with Danny, and the only one who see exactly how many times it’s been a close call. 

His hand squeezes hers, and the rest of the walk to practice is deathly silent. Because what can you say to that? Nothing. 

She squeezes back. 

#there are more prompts that will be involved with this #but they're kind of spoilers #danny phantom #my writing #danny fenton #phic phight #phic phight 2024

[tourettesdog]

My first fic this year for @phicphight, written for @anguishedlurker's prompt, "Danny knew he should focus more on the task at hand. But... the penguin was, uh. A surprise. And a distraction."

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2024 #anguishedlurker #phanfic #fanfic #dogfics

[lavendarlily]

yeah of course my first fic for @phicphight is gonna be crack

for the prompt that wasn't a prompt by @faeriekit

am i doing this right?

prompt: PR096 - No prompt, just a note; I can't guarantee I understand the format of the prompts required here.

words: 777

click here to read on ao3

jack stumbles across something troubling, but finds the light at the end of the tunnel.

Finally. He had the house to himself. Jazz was at a study group, Maddie went to test some weapons in the field, and Danny… well, all Jack knew was that Danny wasn’t home. 

Jack loved his family - so incredibly much that it was a miracle you could fit all that love into one man (even one at Jack’s size). Yet between the needs of his children and assisting his wife with her inventions, it was difficult to find a moment for himself. Believe it or not, Jack Fenton did in fact have interests and hobbies outside of ghosts. It was just hard to make time for them, and boy was that new yarn burning a hole in his crafts closet, just waiting to be used. First, there were a few techniques he wanted to research before really digging in.

He fetched the laptop from the basement, and grabbed a soda from the fridge on his way to the living room. Jack settled in, feet resting on the coffee table since Maddie wasn’t home to tell him otherwise. He opened the computer, and groaned to himself when a myriad of open tabs took over the screen.

He’d told the kids so many times! Close your tabs after using the computer! He was always afraid of accidentally closing or deleting something they needed or hadn’t saved. There was also a sense that looking through their history was an invasion of privacy, but whoever had used the computer last would have to give up that privilege. He carefully clicked through the tabs, making sure there wasn’t anything potentially important before exiting out of each one. At least his kids had been doing their homework - Shakespeare analyses, essay writing tips, and hey! They’d found a tutor through some site called ChatGPT that was helping them with their assignment. 

He was almost done, ready to dive into video tutorials on achieving the perfect cross-stitch, when he paused. Though Jack tried not to linger on a page longer than he deemed necessary, this one caught his attention. An all too familiar face stared back at him - multiple faces - arranged against a blue background. Jack squinted his eyes at the search bar, reading it aloud.

“Tum-bl-er,” he said slowly. What the hell was this? Jack was certainly concerned at the amount of Phantom propaganda on the screen, leading to an even more troubling question: Which of his kids had fallen under the ghost boy’s spell to have ended up on a hell-site like this?

He scrolled through post after post of photos taken by Amity Park locals, elaborate drawings of the ghost kid, musings of his origins and whereabouts and… oh gosh… love-life. Who were these people worshiping Phantom like this? And why was Jack still looking at it?

It was like a car crash - he couldn’t look away. However, this led him to one post that finally gave Jack a semblance of hope. 

Phic Phight.

Jack knew he was no genius, but he side-eyed the misspelling and continued to skim through the rest of it. Fighting was all he needed to hear, especially if there was a group of people who idolized Phantom like… this. The ghost kid needed to go. These people needed to be saved from his manipulation! The words “Team Human” jumped out at Jack from the text, and without needing any more convincing that this is where he needed to be, he clicked the link that led to where he could sign up. 

He skipped through all the boring information and went straight into entering his information. There were a few questions he didn’t know how to answer, but he was Jack Fenton! Anyone who was organizing against the ghost problem that plagued Amity Park knew where to find him. 

There were only a few questions left, labeled as “Prompts”. Jack wasn’t too certain what it meant, but he could only envision it as where to leave suggestions for the best ways to defeat and capture Phantom. He entered the words electrocute, net, and Fenton Bazooka. He felt a little guilty for not understanding the entire gist of what was going on, so he also left a quick note for the organizer in hopes they would be forgiving.

Jack clicked the submit button at the bottom of the page and smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait to meet all these other folks interested in the well-being of their town. Team Human. It had a nice ring to it. He’d be sure to let Maddie know when she returned - who wouldn’t want the Fentons on their team?

And maybe… he could even get his boy Danny in on it too. 

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2024 #lavswordvomit

[vigilant-insomniac]

Ashes rain upon your scalded palms pt 1

Part 1/3 | Next Part | or read on AO3

@phicphight submission for @ecto-mochi's Prompt

Maddie is unexpectedly sent to an ashen future. She doesn't even get the chance to meet the mysterious man who sent her to this apocalyptic world - she's only given a single command, ringing over and over in her head: "Find Danny. Save him.

Also Very Much inspired by @zillychu's fire core AU because it has me in a chokehold.

Contains: Danny & Maddie bonding (?), Post apocalyptic vibes. NOT the ultimate enemy. A bucket full of angst.

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Chapter One

"Find Danny. Save him." 

Maddie awoke with a start and immediately fell into a vicious coughing fit. Her lungs ached. The air was thick and polluted. She had to squint through irritated eyes once she had her handkerchief pressed to mouth and nose.

She registered heat around her, sweltering, like standing in front of a furnace rather than lounging out in the sun during a hot summer's day.

With half opened eyes, she took stock of what was going on. Fear and foreboding had consumed her mind by now and were only proven to be warranted. She had been half buried under ash coated rubble. 

Her first thought was a house fire. Or the aftermath of which. But there was no ruin of a house, just the rubble that covered the area around her, and above her a dusty sky. Through the smog she could make out shapes that were vaguely shaped like the structures of houses in the distance, so she was certain she was in a town, probably even Amity Park. Had there been an earthquake? 

Her hands pressed into a layer of ash, heat slowly sinking through her thick gloves, as she pushed herself upright. No pain registered as she stood. A small miracle. Not even her jumpsuit seemed damaged, only stained into a colorless gray.

"Jack?" She yelled through the cloth that she kept over her mouth against the worst of the pollution. It still sent her into another coughing fit. There was no response she could hear, even after her lungs had calmed down.

She needed a better vantage point then, if her voice wasn't strong enough to yell.

So she climbed the next biggest pile of broken stone and looked around in hopes of spotting a flash of orange or any other hints or signs of her family. But there were only broken buildings surrounding her and everything else was unrecognizable in its state of ash-covered debris.

What had happened here? She could still remember the last things she had done before waking up. She had sat in the living room writing a report on her last experiment.

Jack had been next to her, busy with his handcrafts. Jazz had been off with her fiancé and Danny- 

"Find Danny. Save him." 

Maddie almost fell off the pile of broken bricks. "Who's there?!" She yelled hoarsely. 

But the world had gone quiet again. She hadn't noticed it before, with the pounding of her heart and the clattering of rubble as she scrambled around, but, if she held her breath and stood still, the world turned utterly soundless. 

Not a scurrying of a rat or the yelling of someone in distress. No howling of wind or rustling of leaves. Time itself seemed to be depraved of sound- of Life. 

Her breathing became short and shallow.

"Find Danny. Save him." 

She flinched when the voice sounded again. So close it seemed to come from inside her head. 

Was this her own panic sparking her into action?

Danny. Her son. She had to find him. But, didn't she have to find Jazz and Jack as well? 

Or was this not her own thought? Maddie sank to her knees and forced herself to take in hot air. She wiped over her brow with her sleeve. The heat was getting to her, that was probably an onset of a heatstroke.

She had to find shelter, food, water…, find out where she was, find out what had happened between her last thought and this wasteland. 

She had to find her family.

With new determination she looked up again and scanned her surroundings more carefully this time. 

It was hard to make things out through the smoky fog. Everything turned into a monotone shade of grey, no further than a well tossed stone's throw away. 

So she almost missed it, a glint far in the distance. Skeletal shadows stood blurrily, too washed out to really look like much, but they at least looked different from the rest of the ruins around her. 

Mind made up, Maddie clambered down from her perch and headed towards it. 

Her walk was a somber one. The heat seemed to be getting less bearable with every step and mirages distorted the ground and air ahead which made it hard to keep her turned towards the right direction.

 Her breath through her makeshift mask hitched slightly whenever she tripped over hidden rubble and her clothes were quickly soaked. Ash mixed uncomfortably with her sweat. It clung to her whenever her steps disrupted the inch thick layer with every step and made billowing clouds of burned dust rise up like smoke from a fire.

Maddie frowned at that. She paused for a moment to look behind herself, and sure enough, a path was left behind. From where she had woken up, straight to where she was now. It wasn’t surprising that she’d left a track, but  judging by the lack of any other footsteps she could spot, she might be the first person to have come through here in a while. She also wasn’t sure how long she must have been unconscious. She hadn’t felt all that dehydrated when she first woke up, but she had to have been lying there for a while for so much ash to settle. 

Gooseflesh ran up her arms and Maddie rubbed fiercely at them. This was all pointing towards a direction she did not appreciate. Had she been spirited away? Had she been sent into some kind of Hell? The involvement of the Supernatural seemed the most likely explanation so far. More so than a house fire or an earthquake.

Her whole life though, she had dedicated to the science of the unknown. And she was getting close to the completion of the Portal. Her and Jack had been relentless recently.

So, while she should be ecstatic to maybe gather definite proof of the very thing she had been studying, she felt bothered by it… Her encounter with the Supernatural had been supposed to be caused by her scientific prowess. Not whatever was going on here. Completely unprompted hexing. Like this was all just a coincidence. A fluke or some kind of cosmic joke. She kicked a pebble.

“Oh you small woman want to play scientist and spend your life enduring the ridicule of people disallowing women the capacity to use their brains? Well none of that, my dear, let’s just throw all that hard work away and have the unnatural come to you, without the need to use that head of yours.” Maddie mumbled in a mocking voice. She was going insane. But still that thought irked.

She didn’t like those things called Luck, Chance and Fate. They felt so antithetic to her exhaustingly hard work she had to put in. It made it feel less. Her mother never had seemed to understand her issue with that. Maddie hoped she never made Jazz, or Danny for that matter, feel like that. Like their Efforts were any less powerful than Fate.

She exhaled a long breath before turning back towards her destination. This time she kept on the lookout for any signs of disruption in the soft blanketing. Any signs that she wasn’t the only person around. She had to find Danny. She shook her head. “And Jazz. And Jack. All of them.” she spoke with emphasis.

What lay in the distance was hard to gauge, with how everything looked like just another shade of nothing. But she had been right. The structure she was getting close to was different from anything she had seen on her path. Even more so, it seemed to be the center of the whole area of sorts. The temperature had been climbing steadily and the landscape had become almost completely flattened. It reminded her of tales of bombs and explosions that the men would bring back from the front. Her father never had told her much, but on the rare nights when he had sat down with world weariness and a glint of injustice in his eyes, he would answer all her curious questions and tell her about the dark side of science. About things that were made to cause only destruction. The alcohol had surely helped in making his tongue loose, even if she had always found it decently ironic, that for someone who would be so insistent on rules, that he would so easily break them himself when it came to something like smuggling in whiskey.

But she could understand it, somewhat. If she was disturbed by the sight of her current hellscape, she didn’t want to imagine what it must be like to experience it littered with blood, guts and bodies. If she had to live through something like that, then a bottle would also seem appealing to her. 

She could go for a drink now, if she was being frank with herself. Her legs shook both from exhaustion and heat, but when she finally got to the structure, it made her trip backwards with a start. Because it didn't take too much of a closer look to recognise it. And it startled her because It was familiar machinery. Intimately familiar. It was the Portal. Her Portal. 

A skeletal frame was all that was left of it. Warped steel reached towards an uncaring sky. She could spot drops of molten copper that stuck to some of the carcass' innards.

Maddie didn’t even care to suppress the sob that built in her throat. Her eyes burned from more than the dusty air, and she only had half a mind to not rub them with her gritty gloves.

Her portal was dead. Imploded or exploded. It took everything with it in its final moments. She wondered if it had spared her, out of recognition. Her life's work might have. 

The pain of seeing her own in such a state was overwhelming. And all the destruction.. the portal was meant to break a new frontier, not be the root of catastrophe.

Calming down was difficult, but she had to put her grief aside until she knew where the rest of her family was. 

Her theory of being spirited away didn't fit her new evidence anymore. 

She was …home. Except her home was devoid of her family and her greatest creation had destroyed everything in its wider vicinity. It might have even killed-

Anger flared up then. This wasn’t right. Her Portal hadn’t even been close enough to completion yet. It had been in its infancy at best. There had been no permanent connection to a generator either. Even the ones her and Jack used, wouldn’t have had enough voltage to do more than run a few basic connectivity checks.

There was not even the slightest chance that it would be able to level a city. Not yet. Their plans would involve more voltage, more fuel, more unstable elements eventually. It would have had the potential in the future. But not yet. Even if Jack and her had wanted it to be much further down their project timeline. Their issues had always started and ended with materials. It usually took them compromises for what parts they would need, or patience while they first had to develop what they'd need. A lot of their plans even hinged on hypothetical materials that might exist in another time. Finding substitutes for them...it did bear greater potential for accidents and malfunctions, but so far her and Jack had been very conservative with what they'd use. 

So this mass destruction couldn't have been her Portal's fault…. Yet, it sat right there, at the center…

Though when she looked closer, even less things made sense. There were parts, melted and deformed as they were, built into place, even though they should still have been sitting on a workbench. Some parts, she had only just put the order in for.

So what was this? It definitely was the corpse of a portal. She’d even swear that it was her Portal specifically. She had walked around it once now, but there was only so much she could tell, so she did the thing she would always vehemently advise against when it came to unfamiliar or broken machinery. She stepped inside.

She half expected something to happen. But it was just more of the same mutilated metal.

Still she couldn’t help the gooseflesh that returned to her arms as she inspected the remains.

Her brows knitted together when she saw the texture of the surface of some of the support beams. There was corrosion.

She knelt down and dug around until she pulled out wires from under metal plating that was thick but loose enough for her to pry apart.

“Why do you look like this?” Maddie mumbled under her breath when she held partially intact wires in her hands. They looked wrong. Not just like they had been caught in an explosion, but as if they were plain old. Brittle insolation that had faded from their bright colors, to soft pastels. Oxidation that would not happen in even a month or two, now discolored the copper. Even the beams she had spotted were rusting and flaking. They looked off-

Maddie’s head snapped up at a sudden noise. After the silence she’d been in since waking up, the sound came unexpectedly.

Even more so, It was a hissing growl that cut through the quiet like a knife.

Maddie had grown up in the countryside, she would recognize almost any local wildlife by their noises, so she knew exactly that this was not one of them.

She crouched low and moved to a spot with a large enough gap between the metal to look through. The noise had come from a distance, yet its echo had betrayed its force. Maddie felt the gooseflesh again. A shiver that ran up and down her body and made her shudder even in this furnace of a place. Instincts. That’s what that must have been about all along.

Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes focused on what she could see through the makeshift viewport. 

Ghost. 

Ahead of her, far enough that it almost got swallowed by the smog, floated and growled a ghost. Its un-nature was given away by its glow to anyone who had eyes. Even through the curtain of impure air, the light it emitted was unmistakable. Its shape was harder to make out. It looked vaguely humanoid, but she would have to get closer to make out any kind of detail. But she wasn’t armed very well, she only had her standard tools in her coat pockets and she was in an unfamiliar environment and without Jack. She wasn't ready to fight, no matter how much her desire fought against her reason.

Luckily it didn’t seem to have spotted her yet anyways..

It looked to be facing away from her too and growling further into the void beyond the fog.

There must be another one, she concluded. This was bad though. Ghosts were theorized to be highly territorial. So if there were two, a fight was likely to break out, if the posturing and growling didn’t deter the challenger.

Maddie decided to follow her instincts and retreat. Getting caught up in this would not end well.

She was glad for the ashy blanket on the ground that muted her steps, even as she all but ran. She didn’t dare to look back and only stopped for breath, when the ruins became taller and more resembling buildings and the air became cooler. Her newer theory must have been correct. The Portal was the epicenter after all. She could also recognise landmarks now. It was hard to reconcile this disaster zone with her home, but those were undoubtedly the streets she's known for the last twenty years. 

After catching her breath and reveling in the comparably low temperatures, she continued in the direction she’d been running towards.

She wanted answers. The further away she got from the epicenter, the more likely she was to find things that were left unmarred.

She walked until she found a building that was left whole. Its red bricks shone through in places, and the windows were intact in some of the floors.

“I’m sorry” she whispered as she broke into the home of a family she'd known in passing. 

It was no matter, as there was no sign of anyone having been here in ages. This time dust coated the surfaces and furniture, opposed to the ash she had almost gotten used to.

This place was exactly what Maddie needed.

She walked carefully through the hall and towards the kitchen. She found the living room during her search and the bathroom. She ignored the living room for now, but tested out the faucet in the bathroom. Nothing. Well, she hadn’t expected it to work. The city’s water system wouldn’t have been able to take such an explosion anyways. The watertower would have been in the zone with medium destruction, but that would be enough to render the town without a drop.

She noted how the faucet had been stuck and took a fair amount of force to even budge.

She continued towards the kitchen.

There were signs that someone had rummaged around and then left in a hurry. Maddie hoped that meant that whoever had lived here, had gotten to evacuate. 

Maddie opened all cupboards and shelves until she had a decent pile of conserves. There was no water, but some of the tins were filled with soup. The labels weren’t pristine like something freshly bought. But Maddie was not prepared for the smell that hit her when she opened the first can. 

Almost all of them were spoiled. Some tins had rusted in places. It took her some courage to drink from the one broth that smelled the least nauseating.

Yet it was a relief to wash the taste of smoke off her tongue.

She didn’t waste time after that to explore the rest of the home. The homeowners must have been on the wealthy side, since they were equipped with all sorts of modern gadgets. They even had a vacuum cleaner. Not that she would consider that high tech by her own standards. She had tried to get her own version patented long before that stealing bastard snatched her idea and made his own “vision”. You could only suck up dust with his. How was that superior to her home defense version? But that would probably not be the last stolen patent that quack would sell as his own … at least she could turn his pile of junk into something she could use for her own situation in a bit.

The living room had also turned out to be useful for her. Books, letters, and most importantly, a newspaper were to be found.

That one made her pause the longest in her scavenger hunt.

The date on it was impossible. It was well of a year into the future. When she picked up the brittle and gilbed pages, it almost fell apart, so she carefully skimmed over the articles.

“I must be hallucinating.” she breathed out. There, on the third page of the Amity Times, her name stood out from the headline of a column.

The Fenton Portal, her portal, had been completed but a test run had been a failure. The article was mocking. But right now she barely noticed.

She put down the paper and let herself sink onto the couch, not caring about the dust that got stirred up. 

She'd been running around and mentally cataloging her findings for a while now. There was probably enough now to come to some conclusions about this situation.

Examine the evidence. That's what she had to do next. 

There was no mistaking it, she somehow ended in the future. The paper read it was August 22nd 1924. That was one year later than it should be, … but that was also only the date when the newspaper stopped. 

The paper itself held some answers.

It looked like the old records she'd get from libraries for her research. 

And she was a competent scientist, she could make an educated estimate on how old things were based on their state. And this newspaper? It looked old.

And not just the paper. The portal too. And the conserves. And even the furniture inside this house. It all consistently showed signs of aging.

She didn't want it to be true, but the evidence spoke for itself. 

She was in the future. A far off one. Most of it pointed towards it being around a century or so from when she should be. 

Maddie rested her head on the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling.

So she had been spirited away. Not locally, but temporally. To a time that seemed like the aftermath of an apocalypse. Or post judgement day, as her mother would surely call it. 

And her Portal was supposed to be the cause of it? 

That part she still couldn't agree with. 

Even in the newspaper, and she assumed it had been of the day everything had gone to hell, it said the portal had been tested and failed. But that must've been a safe affair, since the news of it existed. If it had gone up during the test, then there would be no one left to report on it.

She knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't just turn it on carelessly after a failed run.

She couldn't even imagine Jack being so careless as to just turn it on or short circuit it. 

An accident…. Maybe. 

But they still had a procedure they followed when turning the Portal on even for its, in her actual time, half completed state. That included powering it back down and disconnecting it from its power. 

But there were more factors at play here anyways. 

There was a ghost. Lingering around here like it was its haunt. 

And there was a reason she had been sent here. 

The order to "find Danny. Save him." Had not left her head. It was like a song she'd hear on the radio once that would keep playing over and over in her head, even hours later. 

Danny might've been sent here as well. Maybe she even set out herself to go after her son, and just had amnesia from whatever invention of hers brought her here. 

It would be a relief at least. If she was here out of her own volition and with a mission. 

Then that would mean she held strings in her own hand, and wasn't just being pulled along. It would also mean that the rest of her family wasn't here. 

This would only hold up as a theory. But for now she would accept it and act upon it. 

So the last piece:

The ghost. 

Her instinct back there at the portal had screamed at her to run. And instinct, her intuition even, were rarely something she wanted to dismiss. 

And her intuition was telling her the ghost was the key to it all. To figure out the apocalyptic event that flattened the city with her Portal at the center, and what happened to Danny. She would find him. And she would save him. 

#completed #danny phantom fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #dp clockwork #dp fic #fire core au #Maddie Fenton #danny fenton #phandom #myDannyPhantom #myWriting #originalwork #danny phantom #phic phight 24 #phic phight 2024 #phic phight

[scarletsaphire]

Danny missed last gym class through no fault of his own, which is normally fine. It’s just that now they’re putting the self defense moves to work, and Danny’s been paired with Valerie. Great; guess he’ll be getting his ass kicked by her twice in one day.

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@phicphight fic 3! This one is for @tourettesdog and @lovelyunknown! Prompts used are at the end.

"Mrs. Tetslaff. Mrs. Tetslaff please you don't have to do this," Danny begged.

"Shut it, Fenton," she said, not even sparing him a glance. "Partners are final, no swaps. Besides, being with Gray will do you some good. Maybe if she tosses you around enough, you'll put some effort forward in my class." She chuckled, before turning back to the rest of the class and bringing the whistle to her lips.

Danny made his way back to Sam and Tucker's side as she finished announcing the rest of the pairings. "As if I don't already get my ass handed to me by Val enough. Now I get to experience it in class too."

"If it makes you feel any better," Tucker replied. "I'm also going to get absolutely destroyed."

"Damn right you are," Sam nodded. The two of them had been made partners, probably because Mrs. Tetslaff knew that she wouldn't hold back. Tucker knew it too.

"That does make me feel a bit better," Danny admitted. "At least I won't be suffering alone."

"Okay everybody!" Mrs. Tetslaff's voice cut through their conversation. "Gather with your partners; I'll be coming around to monitor you all, but other than that, its a free for all. Use whatever moves you remember from our self defense class yesterday."

Danny nodded along with the rest of the class before making his way over to where Valerie was standing on the side of the gym. He held up his hand in a not quite wave as he approached, which Valerie returned.

"Hi."

"Hi."

This conversation was going just as well as he thought it would.

"Do you want to start on the offensive?" Valerie asked.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I can do that. Unless you want to go first?" Danny asked.

"I've been taking karate since I was five. I don't need the practice. You do," Valerie replied. "Besides, even if you do manage to land a good hit, I can probably handle it a lot better than you can, and I don't want you using a bruise to try and get out of this."

Danny hesitated. He could handle this just fine; he'd tussled with plenty of bigger threats before, even without his ghost powers. Hell, he tussled with Val every night, albeit with the aforementioned ghost powers, when the red-gray of her suit blended in with the regular gray clouds and night sky. He wasn't worried about getting hurt.

What he was worried about was the fact that he didn't remember a single thing from his last gym class. Dash had locked him in the locker right before, and then Johnny and Shadow showed up, and they were always time consuming to deal with. Even if dealing with them this time looked a whole lot more like buying them a milkshake.

Either way, by the time he'd managed to make it back to the school, the class had been almost completely over, and the only thing he managed to see was Sam suplexing Tucker onto the mat, which, according to Tucker, hadn't even been a move they were supposed to be practicing. This meant that Danny was yet again stuck in the predicament he was in every single time he had to do anything in this Ancient's forsaken class: how much could he actually, realistically do?

The answer was always a resounding not much. He could normally fake it pretty well, but when he didn't know what he was supposed to know? It became a whole hell of a lot harder.

"Actually..." Danny started slowly.

"You forgot, didn't you?" 

Danny rubbed at the back of his neck.

Valerie rolled her eyes, and the faintest hint of a smile played across her face. "I guess that means I'm going first."

"I guess so."

"Okay, I'm going to do this slowly, so try and pay attention." Valerie made her way directly in front of him. "Hold your hands up like this." Danny copied Valerie's pose, one very different than he'd seen her take during the night. Probably because she didn't have any guns. "You ready?"

Danny gave one nod. He’d barely finished moving his head before Valerie was lunging towards him, fists flying towards his face. It was a conscious effort to not turn intangible, which meant that he didn’t have the brainwidth to try and clock the hit, or dodge out of the way, or do anything that didn’t result in a fist to the face. 

It was good to know Valerie hit hard , even without her suit. 

Danny stumbled backwards, blinking stars out of his vision, hand coming up to his nose that he knew was bleeding. It wasn't broken, at least.

"Oh shit," he heard Valerie say, and in an instant she was by his side. "I did not mean to hit you that hard I swear."

Danny waved her off with his free hand. "Yeah, well, I'm the one who stood there like an idiot." He removed his hand from his face, looking down at it. Yeah, he was definitely bleeding. "I'll be fine."

He looked to her when Valerie didn't give an answer, and was surprised to see her staring down at his hand in shock. "Valerie?" he asked tentatively. Still no answer. "It was an accident, you didn't mean to-"

He was cut off by Valerie grabbing his wrist and dragging him towards the doors of the gym. "Wh- Val! What the hell?" he asked.

"We need to have a talk. Now." Her voice was steely, a tone he couldn't remember her ever using with him. At least, not with human him. It was enough to shut up any future protests, and he allowed himself to be dragged along obediently.

They kept going even after they were out in the hallway, down a few doors until they got to a storage closet that Danny knew was mostly empty. Valerie pulled the door open and shoved him inside, slamming the door behind her.

Danny had absolutely no idea what was happening. 

"I think you have some explaining to do," Valerie said with her arms crossed and her foot tapping a hasty rhythm on the tiled floors.

"I'd love to, I really would, but I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Danny asked, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Oh? Then how are you gonna explain that?" She titled her head towards Danny's bloody hand.

"You punched me in the face!" Danny answered. "Nose bleeds happen when people get punched in the face!"

By her sharp inhale, it was clear that wasn't the answer Valerie was looking for. "It's green Danny."

"Oh." Danny brought his hand back around in front of him, squinting at the now dried blood stain. It looked more like a red-gray than a green-gray to him, but then again, there wasn't much difference between shades of gray. "I didn't know that."

"How do you not know that your blood is green?"

"Frankly, I didn't know my blood was red until I was like. Eight years old. So this isn't the first time this has happened!"

Valerie took a deep breath and brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. Uh-oh. Danny's natural defense was getting on her nerves. That never ended well. "Ok, your idiocy aside, why the hell is your blood green?"

"That. Is a very good question!" 

Danny ran through every possible excuse he could think of. Some of them might've worked if it was literally anybody else who had figured this out, but Valerie wasn't just some random student who would believe "Fenton Weirdness" as a catch all excuse. She had experience with ghosts, and ectoplasm, and more importantly, was also exposed to the same technology Danny would normally blame this on.

"Would you believe me if I said I snorted ectoplasm before class?"

"Not when you say it like that."

"Well, crap."

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TourettesDog - Danny is red-green colorblind. This never caused him much trouble before the accident, but now, well… It would have been nice to know beforehand that his blood was the wrong color. LovelyUnknown - Danny's identity is found out in the funniest way possible.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #valerie gray #phic phight #identity reveal #team human #phic phight team human

[sillysugargliders]

did another dp fic! this time for @phicphight!

Maddie and Jack figure out what's going on with their son after the portal accident leaves him with questionable symptoms

#phic phight #danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #danny phantom fic #phic

[bibliophilea]

What do you mean, "this isn't safe"?

For @princessfanonanona Prompt: PR180 - "What do you mean this isn't safe, I'm already dead" ao3 | ffn This year, for @phicphight 2024, I am doing poems! This has all but the rhyme scheme of a villanelle; but the structure is there! I hope you enjoy!

What do you mean, "this isn't safe"? If I don't deal with this, I'm already dead.

And you've done way worse! And all to protect me! What do you mean, "this isn't safe"?

It can't be worse than what I've done— Worse than the day I died. I'm already dead.

And you'd do the same. After all, it's your plan. What do you mean, "this isn't safe"?

This would kill you—but not me. Why? Isn't it obvious? I'm already dead.

So let me do this. And no more tears for me. What do you mean, "this isn't safe"? I'm already dead.

#danny phantom #phic phight 24 #phic phight #phic phight 2024 #danny fenton #jazz fenton #villanelle #poetry #fanona #i hope you like this! #bee can attest i started working on this when I first saw the prompt! #bib writes #bib work #not a q

[aggressivelyclueless]

@phicphight 2023, for @tourettesdog

"At the time of the accident, Danny's ghost form is just. . . little baby man. (tiny, ferret-like, no legs -- a bit more feral) That's just how his Phantom form is."

Words: 7,747

A warmup, a lil angst but also a bit silly. hope u like it! :D

#danny phantom #fanfic #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #team halfa

[half-deadmagicperson]

Phic Phight '24 Fic 1

Title: Like a Glow Stick

Words: 1252

Warnings: Injury, Panic Attack

Rating: T

Prompt 1 by @46-reasonable-hamsters : Danny breaks a bone in ghost form for the first time, and discovers that his bones function similarly to glow sticks.

Prompt 2 by @underforeversgrace : Jack Fenton finds out.

Summary: Danny breaks his arm in battle. Jack was not expecting what he saw in his son's room.

AO3

 

  Danny landed on the ground with an ungodly crunch. Pain flourished in his arm, which was crushed by the weight of the rest of him. He was in the middle of a brawl with Skulker and was thrown too quickly to break the fall correctly. Danny groaned. He’ll have to deal with his arm later, for now, he has a hunter to soup.

  Skulker drew closer to his prey. When Danny went to prop himself up, a sharp pain overwhelmed his forearm. Oh yeah, that’s definitely broken. The ghost boy opted to use his powers to float him off the ground. After he met Skulker in the air, the fight progressed until Danny finally wore Skulker down enough to use the Fenton Thermos. The hunter disappeared into the container with a bright blue light, and Danny was proud of himself for defeating the ghost single-handedly (haha get it, cause his arm is broken). 

  After the battle was over, Danny flew invisibly into his bedroom window. Landing on his bed, he immediately started tugging off his glove. He decided it was best to stay in ghost form since most of his injuries healed faster that way. Crouching down, he used his good arm to grab his medkit that Sam had bought for him. He hasn’t broken a bone since he fell off the monkey bars in kindergarten, so he’s not exactly sure if he can treat it properly.

  He placed the medkit on his bed. Gently, he started peeling off his glove. Danny looked down and noticed a faint glowing from the section of exposed skin. He arched his brow. Taking off the rest of his glove he saw glowing outlines of his bones. He rolled up his sleeve to see that the glowing grew fainter the further away it was from the break. In his painful and distracted state, Danny did not register the jiggle of his door knob, until a slight crack of light from the hallway appeared in his room, followed by his father’s face.

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   Jack Fenton was sitting in the living room with his wife. It was a little past dinner. Jazz and Danny were both doing homework in their rooms while he and Maddie watched TV. After a while, Jack felt his bladder calling for relief. He begrudgingly got off the couch and began his hike upstairs.

  On his way towards the bathroom, Jack heard a rustling from Danny’s room. The large man paused at the door and wondered if he should check on his boy. Having grown up in a loud home with little care for privacy, understanding alone time and giving people space was harder for Jack. When Danny first started spending more time in his room, Maddie had told him that when most teenagers get to this age they require a bit of space. Jazz did too, but Danny even more so. 

  Jack heard a soft ‘shit’ followed by a loud seething sound. Maybe he should check on his boy. The man jiggled the doorknob to announce his presence. With the lack of protest, he popped his head into Danny’s room.

  Phantom, GIW Enemy Number 1, was sitting on his son’s bed with pieces of a medkit laid out across Danny’s comforter. The ghost appeared to be too distracted by what it was doing to notice him. Jack’s gung ho attitude was squashed by his curiosity as he watched the ghost examine its arm. One of the bones, Jack thinks it's called the ulna (Maddie was more the biology person), glowed a bright green through the ghost’s skin, aside from a crack in the middle of it. The other forearm bone gave off a faint glow as well. Did Phantom break its arm?

 Jack accidentally bumped the door, causing the ghost’s head to whip around. Bright green eyes were wide with fear. The normally snarky, bold ghost was silent and looked on the verge of panicking. For a brief second, Jack started to question everything he ever knew about ghosts. Then he realized that this one had just been caught in his son’s room. The man’s expression soured as he spoke.

  “What are you doing here? And where is my son?” The ghost scrambled towards the head of the bed, medical supplies falling onto the floor.

  “I’m sorry! He wasn’t in here when I got here I swear! I was borrowing his medkit! Please don’t kill me!” The ghost began to plead rapidly, panic rising in its voice. Jack clearly caught the ghost off guard. Amidst his confusion, he barely processed Phantom’s hasty escape through Danny’s exterior wall.

  “Hey, wait, get back here, Spooks!”

  “Dad?” a voice called out from behind him. Jack turned around to see his son standing in the doorway.

  “What are you doing in my room?” Jack shook himself out of his thoughts.

  “There was a sneaky specter in your room. Don’t worry I chased it out.” Danny’s eyes rolled.

  “Yeah, sure, Dad. I’m gonna go back to doing homework.”

  Jack watched as his son awkwardly walked into his room and picked up the supplies on his floor. Why did Danny have such an extensive medkit anyways? Oddly, his son was only using one hand to grab everything while his other arm stayed at his side. Whenever Danny needed to reach under his bed, he lowered himself using the hand he was grabbing with. Jack noticed him position his other arm and his subtle winces. Man, he should shut up more often. Jack’s brows knit with concern.

  “Are you okay, son?” Danny’s head whipped towards the door. His face flashed with a similar panic that was eerily similar to the ghost from before.

  “Oh, yeah I’m fine! I, uh, didn’t realize you were still here,” Danny stammered. Jack knelt down next to his son. The raw fear returned to his face. Why was his son afraid of him?

  “Danny, let me see your arm.”

  “No! I mean, I promise it’s fine! It’s…it’s…” Jack gently moved Danny’s arm to look at it. His forearm was bruised with dark purple and swollen. Danny barely concealed his flinch as Jack cautiously moved to get a closer look.

  “Danno, I think this is broken. We should take you to the doctor.”

  “NO!” Danny flung away from his father before falling flat on the floor with a yelp of pain. Jack quickly went to help his son, but met the sting of a force field. A bright green bubble surrounded Jack’s terrified son. 

  “Danny?” Jack cursed under his breath. There must be a ghost in here, but looking around Jack didn’t see anything strange. He didn’t even feel the characteristic temperature drop. It was just him and Danny in the room. Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

 “Son, I’m not sure what is going on, but I want to help you.” Danny shook like a leaf and fought down a sob.

 “Danny, I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to understand what is going on. I'm worried about you,” Jack sighed before looking at the floor, “I know I'm not the greatest at listening, or picking up on social cues, but you're my son, and I care about you more than whatever this is.”

  Danny's breathing started to slow back down. The green dome fizzled out, and Jack hugged his son.

  “Dad, I have something to tell you.”

  

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  That was the day that Jack Fenton, boisterous ghost hunter extraordinaire, learned about the adventures of his son, the half-ghost hero, Danny Phantom.

#phic phight 2024 #phicphight #team human #danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #jack fenton #tw injury #tw panic attack #tw panicking

[ashspecter]

Fate Deals in Bad Luck;

@aggressivelyClueless's prompt:  Backstory: pick your favorite ghost and flesh out their history a little. How did they die? What do they miss most about being alive? @bloggerspam's prompt: Danny and Ellie Parent Trap a Fighting/Divorced Johnny and Kitty

Summary: In another attempt to gain everything he lost back in college, Vlad tries to steal Clockwork’s staff, unknowing of the lesson the Master of Time already had planned for him.

Warnings: N/A

Words: 1,462

Danny squints against the setting orange sun as he watches the heavy, low-hanging mist settle over the crossroads of Highway 36 and Route 13. It’s almost time.

He glances at Ellie who seems to vibrate out of pure, incessant excitement. He rolls his eyes at her, feeling the soreness of last week’s bruises and scrapes that Johnny and his shadow had given him; since fighting with Kitty, the ghost has been nothing but a pain for Danny to deal with. Bad luck here, bad luck there. A light falls, the world almost ends. 

Which is why they need to do this tonight.

Danny sighs, rubbing his temples in frustration. The weight of their mission presses down on him like a lead blanket. He knows they have to put an end to this destruction and chaos, but he can’t shake the fatigue that seems to hang over him.

He glances at Ellie, her energy seems boundless, almost electric. She’s oblivious to the toll their encounters with Johnny and Kitty have taken on Danny. Her enthusiasm is infectious, but Danny can’t help feeling a pang of resentment toward her carefree demeanor.

But that’s beside the point right now.

He turns his gaze back to the mist to see it fully blanketing the intersection. It’s time to act.

Ellie tugs at the strap of her backpack, pulling out a carefully folded map and a string of fairy lights. She hands the map to Danny with a wide grin before zipping off to hang the lights in the two trees.

Unlike other intersections in the state, this one always seemed to draw in Johnny and Kitty. It wasn’t until Danny had asked his mom and done some research on his own that he learned that the couple had met their tragic end in a horrific car accident twenty-five years ago.

As Danny unfolds the map, his fingers trace the faded lines, each crease telling a story of previous journeys. He glances at Ellie, who’s now skipping around, weaving the fairy lights through the branches with a childlike glee. Despite the gravity of their task, her spirit remains untouched by the weight of the past.

Danny takes a deep breath, trying to summon the same fervor that seems to come so effortlessly to Ellie. He studies the map, memorizing every detail, every curve, and every intersection. They have one shot at this, one chance to set things right. They need this to go right.

“This should do the trick,” Ellie grins, her eyes alight with mischief as she lands beside Danny.

Danny studies the hanging light before glancing at his watch, “It’s almost sundown. How much more do we got left?”

“Not much!” Ellie replies bouncing on her toes. She jumps over to her backpack again and pulls out Jazz’s boombox radio.

“Did Jazz let you take that?” Danny questions.

“She won’t miss it for a little while,” Ellie replies and pulls out an extension cord.

“How do you plan on powering it?”

“You.”

He blinks, “Right.”

The plan is simple: lure Johnny and Kitty to the crossroads under the guise of unresolved spectral phenomena— something both of them can never resist investigating, especially when it is located at their Passing Place. Danny and Ellie have gone to great lengths to spread rumors about a mysterious energy spike at the intersection through the ghostly grapevine. Now, all they need is for the two specters to take the bait.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground, Ellie plugs the lights the fairy lights into the extension cord and shoves one end of it into Danny’s hand, earning a mildly perturbed glare from the older boy. However, the lights spark to life and twinkle like distant stars, setting the mood the two had been looking for.

Danny glances at his watch again and grins, “Showtime.”

Right on cue, the sound of a motorcycle’s engine grows louder, echoing over the abandoned highway like roaring thunder. Johnny, always the show-off, arrives first on his phantom motorcycle, the wheels a blur of otherworldly energy. His leather jacket and carefree smirk are in stark contrast to the somber mood at the crossroads.

Kitty seems to materialize moments later, stepping out from the mist. Her expression is less than enthusiastic and it only seems to sour further when her eyes land on Johnny.

Danny and Ellie exchange a glance, then quickly and quietly retreat behind a nearby tree, watching the scene unfold.

“What’s the big mystery then?” The green-haired female questions, studying the area.

Johnny, leaning against his bike, shrugs, “Heard it might be something big. Couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Like you could,” Kitty retorts, placing a hand on her hip.

The air between Johnny and Kitty crackles with a familiar tension, a mix of old grievances and undeniable attraction. As the on-again, off-again couple continues to glare at each other, Danny and Ellie hold their breath, watching the interaction between the two ghosts unfold, knowing that their plan hinges on keeping Johnny and Kitty distracted long enough for the next phase to commence.

“We need them to remember why they fell for each other in the first place,” Ellie murmurs to Danny.

“And not just focus on the bickering,” Danny adds, nodding.

“Right,” Ellie whispers, turning invisible, “I’m gonna turn on the music.”

Danny stays hidden behind the tree, his heart pounding in anticipation as he listens to the soft rustle of leaves under Ellie’s feet.

As Ellie reaches the boombox, she flicks it on with a deft movement, and the soft strains of an old love song fills the air.

The music, nostalgic and haunting, seems to weave its way through the mist, wrapping around the bickering couple like a gentle embrace. Johnny’s eyes widen in surprise at the familiar melody, and for a brief moment, the hardness in his expression softens. Kitty’s gaze softens too, her shoulders relaxing as the memories of happier times flood back.

“I remember this song,” Johnny says softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Kitty nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “Yeah, we used to dance to it all the time.”

The tension between them dissipates, replaced by a bittersweet nostalgia as they share a moment of silent remembrance. Watching from their hiding spot, Danny and Ellie exchange a triumphant grin. It’s working!

“Well hold on, is this a date?” Kitty questions, finally noticing the fairy lights.

Johnny follows her gaze, his playboy smirk softening into a hesitant smile. “Maybe it is,” He says, a playful edge to his voice, “What do you think?”

Kitty’s expression flickers, caught between annoyance and amusement. “It’s… cute,” She concedes reluctantly, her eyes tracing the warm glow of the lights. “Kind of romantic, actually.”

Danny and Ellie watch with bated breath from their hiding spot. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for— a crack in the constant arguing— a chance for the old sparks to fly again. The younger of the two nudges the other as she rejoins his side.

“Let’s make it more obvious,” Ellie whispers, and without another word, she sucks in a breath and blows it out, causing a breeze, cold, even by ghost standards.

The sudden chill sweeps through the crossroads, stirring the mist and sending a shiver down Kitty’s spine. She instinctively moves closer to Johnny, seeking warmth in his presence. And Johnny, ever the opportunist, wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

As they huddle together, the tension between them seems to melt away, replaced by a warmth that Danny and Ellie can practically feel radiating from the couple. It’s a small victory, but it’s enough to give them hope that their plan might actually work.

The atmosphere around the crossroads shifts, the mist swirling gently around Johnny and Kitty as they stand together, enveloped in the soft glow of the fairy lights. For a moment, time seems to stand still as they gaze into each other’s eyes, lost in the memories of their shared past.

“Did you plan this?” Kitty asks.

Johnny shakes his head, a genuine smile softening his features, “No, I didn't. Did you?”

Kitty chuckles, a hint of blush rising to her cheeks, “Of course not. But… I’m glad it happened.”

The two halfas exchange a triumphant glance. This is it! They did it!

As the mist swirls gently around them, Johnny and Kitty stand in the middle of the crossroads, their gazes locked in a tender embrace. The air now crackles with a different kind of energy that speaks of reconciliation and understanding rather than conflict and discord.

Danny and Ellie share a silent nod of satisfaction. Hopefully, there won’t be any more chaos and bad luck in Amity Park for a while.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dani phantom #johnny 13 #kitty #phic phight 2024 #phic phight #phicphight #dp events #phandom #phandom events

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

my first (and possibly only) phic for this year's @phicphight!

written for @akela-nakamura's prompt "A green dog has been lingering around Amity Park. Sometimes it's sad and forlorn. Other times, it's barking frantically, trying to get people's attention. One brave person gets close enough to to read it's tag: Cujo. The next question is, what does it want?"

it's cujo pov, which was fun to write :)

and in funny news, this apparently has no amount of words. not zero (0), just, no amount whatsoever lmao

#phic phight #phic phight 2024 #danny phantom #dp #cujo dp #mr lancer #fanfiction #my fics #yourneighborhoodneighbor

[bloggerspam]

Forgotten Flame:

Ember remembers what it was like, being a nobody. She remembers skipping school with the other punks, guitar in hand and jamming it out for hours on end in Eddie’s basement. Will and Ronny shootin’ the shit, smokin’ cigs. Chloe trying to teach Mandy some basic chords on the keyboard, giggling and stumbling and fingers tangling.  Leonard strumming a beat on the bass, Eddie banging and crashing and no doubt breakin’ their ears and making them go deaf, Ember humming out melodies flowing like rivers.  She remembers the first time she saw a guitar, remembers seeing that red 1971 Univox Hi-Flier gleaming in the window of the local music store on her way to make groceries with her mom. She remembers, vividly, standing there in all her pre-teen glory and thinking that one’s mine.

Read the rest here!

My oneshot submission for @phicphight :)

For @aggressivelyclueless and @anguishedlurker and their wonderful prompts!

#my writing #danny phantom #ember mclain #phic phight

[murphy-kitt]

Yoooo! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💚

Thank you to @darthfrodophantom for also tagging me in another post! :)

I have 69 (nice) works on AO3 so there was quite a lot to go through.

1. red in tooth and claw (that’s your fatal flaw)

Summary: Everyone finds out Wes was right in the worst way possible.

Reason: This was the first fic I wrote in phicphight ‘22, my first year of participating for the event. I remember loving writing this in the moment and beginning to flesh out Wes’ character in my style. It was the first time he had a main POV in my fics. It definitely took me out my comfort zone as I had to take Wes, someone who wants his discoveries to be known, and reduce him to this subdued bystander facing the realisation that although he did want to reveal Danny, he never thought it through or considered the impacts.

2. lie like a tombstone (yet secrets will bloom)

Summary: Valerie finds a body in the park thanks to some ghostly flowers, and she never would’ve guessed that it belonged to Phantom. Only, the context around his death sounds.. concerning. Because he died alone. And no one ever reported him missing. But that just barely scratches the surface of Phantom’s secrets.

Reason: This fic is so self indulgent it’s actually ridiculous. 35k+ (and ongoing) words of a corpse au and no one knows au mashup with me trying to keep the mystery up as long as possible. I’ve been working on it for two years now, it’s seen me through college, and who knows how long forever more. I appreciate this fic a lot, because it’s a massive motivator for me to keep writing and reminds me that I am capable of longfics outside of one-shots. The Val and Wes team up was unexpected when it began but honestly one of my fav combinations of characters to write. Of course it’s also a big favourite because it’s a corpse au ❤️🤌.

3. Mask

Summary: Danny never really took a minute to consider what he looked like in Phantom form. He didn’t need to, not really. It wasn’t as if he was scared of what was under the mask. No, not at all.

Reason: another self indulgent fic. It was Ectober 2021 and I saw this prompt and went “yup it’s danno has a HAZMAT hood time”. I loved writing the reveal scene in this the most, when the Fentons and Val realise that Phantom is just this kid with no evil intent (best genre of fics imo). Also the opportunity for a sequel is prevalent—although I’m unsure if I’ll go ahead with that. I put a lot of work trying to get the build up and reveal done smoothly.

4. Forest Fires

Summary: 1967. Nine-year-old Madeleine Walker watched her older brother Daniel Walker die in a lab accident. Years on, she’s certain that Danny Phantom is the ghost of her dead brother. But she’ll never know now, having thrown away the opportunity in a fleeting moment of anger. Meanwhile, a confused Danny sets out to uncover what happened to the uncle he didn’t even know existed. Only the truth is much more than just a simple lab accident.

Reason: although only one chapter and two prequel one-shots at the minute, this AU/series is something I’m very proud of. I’ve planned a lot out for it and I can’t wait to get all the mysteries set and unravelling. Maddie’s portrayal of character I feel satisfied with considering the turmoil over her brother and having to deal with Danny’s changing behaviour. Excited to get this one going again. Also love it because I get to include my OCs 😁.

5. beyond false pretences (we search in plain sight)

Summary: Danny Fenton disappeared without a trace. Soon after, his family followed. Five years on, Sam Manson is determined to figure out why.

Reason: This was my third phicphight fic in 2022 (I seemed to have really liked my fics that event 😆) and I saw the prompt and ran with it. I particularly love writing mystery and suspense so this was very fun to do. Unfortunately it’s not finished but I like what I’ve done so far. I loved putting the easter-eggs within the fic and seeing if readers could spot them. And it was great fun to see people theorising on what they thought had happened to Danny.

I’m going to tag: @jadenoryuu @kawaiijohn @dp-marvel94 @jackdaw-sprite @cleanlenins

#danny phantom #tag games #corpse au #no one knows au #danny fenton #fic rec