#pompep

[gilly-moon]

For Vlad and Danny, or pompep if you're interested, night I ask for:

29, 92, or 97?

~harley

I am realizing I have NO confidence in writing these two together so this really felt like a practice piece?? Tried to throw in some hints of Pompep though, I hope it's any good!

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29 : “You’ll end up dead if you keep that up and it won’t even be at my hands.”

Danny had the final boss of Doomed 2 down to a sliver of its health bar when Vlad Plasmius came skidding out of the Ghost Portal.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he groaned, yanking off his headset and mourning the hours of progress lost as ‘Game Over’ appeared in bold letters across the computer monitor.

Phasing into his ghost form, he turned with an ectoblast already gathering in his palms. Across the room, a cart of spare gadget parts had been knocked over, several glass beakers shattered across the floor beside it. Vlad was pulling himself up against the far counter of the lab, fangs bared and red eyes glowing.

“It’s three in the morning, asshole,” Danny grumbled. “Let’s make this quick.”

Danny thrust his hands out, the blast of energy narrowly missing Vlad as he lurched sideways. The movement was sluggish - a far cry from Vlad’s typical ease and grace in battle. He almost seemed tired, though the arc of energy he released with a sweep of his arm was just as intense as usual. Danny dove down to avoid it, the heat of the blast singeing a few of his hairs.

“How wonderful,” the older halfa sneered. “We actually agree on something!”

Danny phased into the floor to avoid a barrage of pink blasts. When he emerged from the wall behind Vlad, it was easier than anticipated to land a blow between his shoulderblades, knocking him forward onto his knees. Vlad cried out from the impact, clutching at his stomach.

His stomach?

“Feeling a little off your game tonight, fruit loop? Need some tums for your tummy ache?”

When Vlad didn’t respond or stand up immediately, Danny moved cautiously around him, still on guard in case this was another of Vlad’s stupid schemes to catch him by surprise. His fists dropped as soon as he saw the pink ectoplasm dripping onto the floor.

“What the hell, Vlad?”

“Shut up, Daniel,” Vlad growled, his hand still pressed over the wound on his abdomen.

It must've been deep, considering the sizeable stain on Vlad’s front and the growing pool between his knees. Their fight must’ve reopened it, or maybe Danny just hadn’t been looking close enough to notice it until now.

Studying its vibrant color, Danny realized he’d never even considered whether Plasmius could bleed. He’d never landed a blow on the halfa that would cause anything more serious than some scratches and bruises.

Someone must’ve been really determined to kill Vlad.

“You pissed off another ghost in the Zone, didn’t you?” Danny accused, unsure if this new development was hilarious or annoying. “Who the hell did you piss off? Was it Dora? I’ll have to thank her later.”

Vlad scoffed, eyes narrowing. “I would not be maimed by an emotionally unstable dragon.”

“But you did piss someone off. And you really thought it was the best idea to come here and pick another fight?”

Vlad didn’t reply, gritting his teeth as he slumped back against the counter. Now that Danny had a moment to really look, he could see Vlad’s outfit was covered in rips and burns, scratches torn through his cape and across his shoulder. One of his cheeks looked heavily bruised, the skin already darkening beneath his eye.

“You’ll end up dead all over again if you keep that up,” Danny said, phasing back into a human. “And it won’t even be at my hands.”

Grabbing a clean work rag from one of the cabinets beside Vlad, he knelt down and held it out, a metaphorical olive branch. Vlad eyed the cloth, but didn’t reach for it despite the ghostly plasma oozing between his fingers.

“I don’t need any lectures from a C-average teenager who failed his English midterm last week.”

“God, you’re such a creep.”

Danny sighed, scooting closer and forcibly lifting Vlad’s arm so he could press the cloth over the nasty-looking laceration - definitely made by a set of well-sharpened claws. He was met with little resistance, though it was hardly a surprise considering the tremor in Vlad’s hands and the choked-off yelp when his stomach was exposed.

Thankfully the wound was already healing, but if Vlad returned to his human form too soon they’d been in a far stickier situation. Danny tried to convince himself he was just helping so his parents and Jazz wouldn’t find out when he had to call an ambulance for the wounded billionaire in their basement, and not because he was actually worried.

What was he getting himself into?

“You attacked me,” Vlad said, his voice somewhat strained.

“What?”

Danny looked up, his hands shifting slightly where they pressed over Vlad’s stomach. The older halfa tensed, fangs bared and fingers scraping over the floor. If Danny’s eyes lingered on the muscles flexing along his neck for a moment too long, neither of them mentioned it.

“I didn’t come here for a fight.” Red eyes peeled slowly open, staring at the ceiling. “Have I ever come into your home just to fight you?”

“Does it matter?” Danny pressed his hands down a little more, definitely not just to see Vlad squirm again. “You’ve come here before just to threaten me. Close enough.”

The short breath Vlad exhaled might’ve been a laugh.

“Touché,” he conceded. “But my initial point still stands - you threw the first blow this time.”

Danny caught his lip between his teeth, retracing the last several minutes and realizing that the stupid vampire was right.

“So, what?”

“So, dear boy…” Vlad’s hand found his bicep, wrapping around it completely as the other curved over the back of his neck, keeping him in place. “I’d say that means you owe me a favor.”

“I’m already trying to save your life here,” Danny said, trying not to think about the heat spreading up his arm and across his shoulders. His gaze flicked up and got stuck on the sight of Vlad’s hooded eyes aimed at his neck.

“Your father still hides bottles of alcohol behind the kitchen cleaners upstairs, yes?”

Danny’s brow furrowed quizzically, some of the heat in his body dissipating.

“Y-yeah, but -”

“Be a dear and grab me the darkest bottle of red wine you can find, hm? To help take the edge off.”

The gloved hands release him, leaving something warm and sticky behind. Danny stood, hesitating with a barely-formed protest on his lips. He swallowed it in defeat, turning on his heel and marching up the stairs.

Only when he reached the top did he remember it was still three in the fucking morning and Vlad Plasmius was in his basement. He considered calling on Tucker, who was bound to be awake, or sneaking upstairs to wake Jazz. It only took a moment to decide against either. There was something unappealing about the idea of letting anyone else see Vlad in such a vulnerable state.

That in itself was a thought that made him pause as he squatted in front of the cabinet storing various cleaners and a few crusty pairs of rubber gloves.

Why hadn’t he finished what he started? Vlad was weak. Danny could’ve taken him down with one more blast and shoved him right back into the ghost zone. It would’ve been quicker, easier, and far more simple than whatever he was doing now.

The memory of a hand wrapped thumb-to-fingers around his bicep sent blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Shut up,” he grumbled at his own mind, snatching the first bottle of red wine he spotted.

His dad sure thought he was clever with his hiding places. Though he certainly wasn’t clever enough to notice the handful of times Danny had taken sips from any of the already open bottles. Surely he wouldn’t notice one missing thing of wine, either.

“Just get him his booze and get out,” Danny muttered to himself as he crept back down the stairs. Better to end this interaction soon, before something really weird happened.

Apparently Vlad had thought so, too.

The lab was empty when Danny emerged from the stairwell. It was only him, the faint eerie wail of the ghost portal, and a smeared pool of pink ectoplasm.

Heaving a sigh, Danny ripped the foil off the wine bottle, phasing the cork out from the neck and taking one long swig. He frowned when the rich taste and the burn of alcohol reminded him of one deeply annoying, vampiric halfa.

Slamming the bottle down on the nearest surface and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Danny glared at the ghost blood streaked across the floor.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

#no beta we die like danny #danny phantom #vlad plasmius #pompep

[vladdyissues]

He had it in him 💀

#he let him rip #danny phantom #danny fenton #pompous pep #vlad masters #pompep #hjbenderart #this is based on an ask i recently got #anon: i had to reword it a little but thank you for this. i was inspired ✨ #taking a break from the show's style to practice my own #i'm too lazy to do linework so i just color the sketches

[j3lly-t1n]

this is dumb please take it

#pompous pep #pompep #danny fenton #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad x danny #maddie the cat #jelly art

[ashgunnywolf]

"Vlad and Danny are 21 and 14 forever" AUs can go one of two ways:

1) lots of angst about never being able to physically mature, reckoning with the reality that eventually all their loved ones will grow old without them, and eventually finding comfort in not having to go through this life alone

2) Danny will be tiny and cute forever and Vlad is fucking THRILLED about it

#pompous pep #pompep #if you're lucky then you get both >:3

[fantom-limb]

#pompep #pompous pep #danny phantom #dp

[9haharharley1]

Earl Grey

Vlad kissed the back of Danny's head as he passed by him in the kitchen, noticing the pot of tea on the stove. Danny smiled up at him, lifting a mug to his face.

"Is that Earl Grey I smell?" Vlad asked as he pulled down a clean mug from the cabinet.

"Yep," Danny replied, and Vlad noticed the too-chipper tone of his voice and narrowed his eyes at his younger lover. "It's pretty good."

Vlad leveled a flat look at him. "Uh-huh." He poured himself a cup, discreetly inhaling the lovely aroma in case the young menace tampered with it somehow. "And since when do you drink tea?"

He took a sip, using his powers to heat up the mug until it was steaming properly. Then he took a proper drink.

He should have known better.

Danny was full-on grinning at him as he said, "Since I found out Earl Grey tastes like fruitloops."

Vlad sputtered on his tea.

---

I had a thought as I was making tea.

#danny phantom #harley writes #pompous pep #pompep #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #my writing #fic

[sharki-69]

What do you think about the HC that Danny grows taller than Vlad?

It sounds fun if you ask me

Danny deserves to be tall but small sometimes goot too

a love both

#danny phantom #art #ask anon #danny x vlad #pompep #cute #vlad masters

[psi-onic]

so a friend of mine sent me an actual tumblr ad they came across on their dash and I absolutely could not resist recreating it with my blorbos, ridiculous typo and all

OG ad under the cut in case you do not believe me that it actually exists (fair), seriously wtf was even being advertised here??

#pompous pep #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #pompep #psi draws

[sagiri-shitposting]

more quick indulgent pompep

#pompep

[galaxy-twink]

“What is it, Little Badger?”

Vlad sighed, his tone softening ever-so-slightly. He shifted to face Danny, and something turned in the boy’s stomach at the look in those ocean eyes. Not so cold as they were during dinner, they seemed to hold something tender in the shadowy streetlights. He was almost certain of it.

“I…” He started up without a goal in mind. Only knowing that he couldn’t leave it. “I need to- we need to talk.”

#pompous pep #pompous pep week 2023 #pompep #pompep week 2023 #danny x vlad

[gilly-moon]

Hey, past me, uh...

WHERE WERE YOU GOING WITH THIS????

#yeah sorry but i am coming out of my cage this is a pompep account now #vampire hunter au #pompep #danny phantom

[vladdyissues]

au where instead phantom planet ended with Danny and Vlad making out and the power of their love destroying the disasteroid

I don't wanna close ma eyyyes, I don't wanna FALLL asleep—

#danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #pompous pep #pompep #hjbenderart #how phantom planet should have ended #hey love destroyed the asteroid in armageddon (1998) didn't it? #asks

[j3lly-t1n]

something something about uno reversing your arch enemies tricks against them to stop their dastardly plots...i guess

#pompous pep #pompep #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #danny phantom #danny fenton #jelly art

[ashgunnywolf]

#danny phantom #vlad plasmius #pompep #pompous pep #happy valentine's day

[fantom-limb]

SO THOSE CORES HUH

#danny phantom #pompous pep #pompep

[9haharharley1]

Thinking about all the lovely pompous pep at I've seen lately. About how Vlad's hands/claws take up the whole of Danny's back, how they encompass his entire stomach up to his chest. How Danny looks so tiny against him, how Vlad can just wrap his arms around him twice over, how Danny can feel warm and safe while also feeling trapped, no where to go, as Vlad fucks him slow and deep, his cock pressing up into him and filling him up until there's no room to move, how Danny looks down and sees his stomach expand with every thrust of Vlad's hips, how every slow grind into him makes Vlad twitch and his belly distend. Danny feels so full he can't breath, his mouth is hanging open, there's drool dripping down his chin, and Vlad reaches up to place a finger in his mouth and one finger is almost enough to cut off his airways entirely. He chokes and spasms thru his orgasm as Vlad comes inside him and Danny watches as his belly bulges further and his dick gives another weak twitch as Vlad keeps moving, still slow, still deep, and Vlad keeps this going for hours until Danny's a fucked out mess and can't move, can't speak, and when Vlad finally stills and pulls out, there's just a mess of fluid that leaks out of Danny with him

#how gross can i get #sharing this from discord bc i have the *thoughts* #pompous pep #pompep #nsft #gonna have to start tagging that for posts like this maybe #harley talks #harley writes