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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 6 months

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DPXDC prompt: Dead on main. No trick only treat.

~~Сhildhood friends and deals~~

The Justice League has to summon a ghost from another dimension to address the threat. They don’t know what price the Ghost King will take but there’s little time to bargain. Another spirit threatening them has already seized all the computers on their base. John doesn’t know what else to offer. A summoned ghost starts to look bored. Gold, jewelry? A favor from a member of the League? Like the Ruler of All Dead needs it. No one dares to make another offer, and the King is in no hurry to set out his demands. Maybe try to pull off a soul sale scam?

Suddenly, Red Hood breaks into the hall, walks up to Phantom and shakes his shoulder vigorously. Red Hood: You, get Technus out of here right now. I need access to the files and fast. Phantom: That’s rude, dude. Where did you grow up? in the cave? No "hello, no how are you, Danny", really? Red Hood: I’ll pay the usual price. Phantom: Deal.

What is the price? John sees Batman and gets in his way. The usual price, his guy said. Means Jay was already out of the deal alive and well. This hyperprotective bat would only piss off the ruler if he interfered.

The King quickly deals with his subordinate using a thermos and remains to watch working Hood. Red Hood: What do you want? I’m busy. Danny: You and I have a contract~ Red Hood: All right, all right. Jay throws M&Ms right in the face of the ghost. But king doesn’t look angry. He opens the package and starts sorting the candies by color. Phantom quickly eats up all the green ones and passes the red ones to Hood. Jason takes them without any questions.

Strange. John has never seen a summoned creature share its reward with a human. And the son of a bat looks too comfortable with it. Wait, since when do super-powered beings think that candy is a decent wage?John makes one of the most likely deductions using his experience. Constantine: Batsy, how long has your son been sleeping with the King of Ghosts? Batman: He…what?!

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Dick *knocking at the door*: Little Wing, you hate ectoplasm and everything what is neon green, so why? He’s dangerous! Jason who turned on the music to not listen to his crazy family: ~He’s poison but tasty~

Dick: NoOOoo

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Jason: And now everyone thinks that I sold my virginity to you for a bargain or something, because interdimensional creatures like you aren’t supposed to help for nothing. Like you’re playing favorites. I’m gonna fucking kill John. Danny: Well, I wouldn’t say no to that. Jason: What? Danny: I mean, to k-kill John, yeah. How dare he.. Jason: Omg, you’re still so terrible liar, Fenton.

Danny: Sorry :(

Jason: No. Say it again.

~~~~Twelve years ago~~~~ Maddie wasn’t thrilled to learn that Danny was trying to make friends with Todd’s son. Their neighbor was terrible. And his son was definitely a street rat and probably a juvenile delinquent. Maddie: Danny, honey, there’s got to be a reason this boy is talking to you. Even kids from the crime alley are always looking for a bargain they can make or a fool they can fool. Danny: But Jason is so cool! He knows so much about books and alleys and.. Maddie: But you don’t want to be a fool, do you? Danny: Okay, Mom, I get it.

So, if Danny wants a cool friend, he’s got to offer a bargain.

He didn’t have a lot of pocket money for every month but Jason needed it more anyway. And his lunch that Jack was picking for him was big enough for two and only bitten on Tuesdays. Nice. Jason: Do I understand correctly? You will pay me and give me food, and I, what? Protect you from bullies? Danny: No! I’m not weak, I don’t need to be protected. Just..maybe we could sit together at lunch and walk each other home sometimes? Jason: Nay Danny: But why? You want something else? Jason: Money’s fine but your homemade food is…strange. Danny: I can bring sweets if you want. Jason: Deal. 3 pop tarts for a joint lunch, a party size bag of M&Ms if you waste my time out of school.

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Sometimes they share sweets when they hang out but more often Jayson takes them home to save in case his parents have money problems. Sweets have a long shelf life stored and he may not be afraid to poison himself. Over time, candy becomes their currency and a secret language for all occasions. Need help without unnecessary questions? M&Ms. Problems with learning? Skittles. The question is about family? Snickers. There will be a serious conversation? Pop Tarts.

Jason: One snickers and a pack of gum. Danny: Yeah, Jason? What do you want? Jason: My mom wants to meet my friend. Come to lunch on Sunday. Danny: Okay, you managed to pay for my expensive services. Jason:…and you just lost the gum from the deal.

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Jason threw a package at Danny: Three pop tarts. We need to talk. Danny: All right? Jason: Why are you avoiding me all week?! Danny: Well, it’s just..you’re Wayne now. Jason. Still Todd. And what about that? Danny: You can hang out with the cooler guys now, I didn’t want to embarrass you. Jason: Bullshit! I’m still the street rat, and you’re trying to avoid our contract. me. And I don’t even need money from you anymore. What the hell? I thought you are my friend. Danny: And I am!

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Robin: What’s a schoolboy doing in an alley at night? Danny: Um, I…nothing? Don’t tell my parents, Mr. Robin sir. Robin: It will cost you so many Chunky Bars, you have no idea. Danny:...Jason? Jason: N-no. Danny: Damn yes. What are you doing in green shorts on the street at night?! Jason: Cosplay. Danny: Oh yeah? Then I’m just your hallucination. Don’t hesitate to ghost me. I’m going home, Disgrace In Pixie Boots, bye. Jason: fu%&c$#u

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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year

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Immortal Cop Danny P.2

Part 1

So, we have seen my scenario where Danny is revealed as an Immortal Cop really late in the Timeline, like nearly the entire Batfamily has already been formed kinds of late.

But what about a world where Danny has been on the Force since Batman Year 1?

Officer/Detective Nightingale has been one of the best and most loyal members of the GCPD for well over 3 decades. He didn't hide his "Meta Ability" when he first joined the force, since Gotham hadn't been introduced to all of their Superpowered Rouges yet, and the attitude for Metas in Gotham was nowhere near as harsh as it would be in the future.

He was one of the Go-To Cops in the early days of the Batman, since he had proven to be trustworthy and most people felt comfortable talking to him. Most of the community respected him, although some saw his power of Immortality as unnatural or freakish.

Batman met Officer Danny on one of his earliest cases. Danny pushed him out of the way of a Bullet and saved his life, getting shot in the process.

Bruce will never forget when Danny reached into the hole on his side and pulled the bullet out with his fingers. He didn't even flinch.

Danny has also been one of Commissioner Gordon's best friends and closest confidants for years. He was even offered the job of Commissioner once due to his extensive experience on the Force, but refused since he knew Gotham would never accept a Meta Commissioner, or maybe because he believed that he wasn't the right fit for the job.

Dick remembers the time when Officer Nightingale found out about Robin's age. He will always think of Danny laying into Bruce for bringing in such a young kid as one of his fondest memories.

Gordon remembers being invited to dinner with Danny's mom, a nice if cryptic lady dressed in gothic clothes who thanked him for all the work he did for the city, and for keeping her streets as safe as possible. Apparently she did the same for Batman, who had gone to Danny's apartment for some information and left with a full belly and plenty of leftovers.

He was basically the best Cop you could ask for. Calm, kind, honest, understanding, and he genuinely seemed to be trying to help the people around him.

Barbra calls him Uncle Danny, and he was there to help her adjust when she lost use of her legs.

Commissioner Gordon thinks of Danny as his best Cop/Friend, unflappable and loyal to a fault.

Bruce thinks of him as one of his more trusted allies, on the same level as Commissioner Gordon even.

Robin called him "Cool Cop D". Later, he was one of the reasons Dick decided to become a Police Officer.

Hell, even Damian commended the man's resolve to help the City, which was considered a monumental feat at the time.

Which is why it was such a shock when Danny disappeared.

He just didn't show up for work one day. This in and of itself wasn't too out of the ordinary, but he usually called in to tell them he was gonna miss a day. They thought it was just because he was so anxious lately, jumping at the little things like a guy bumping into him or asking to leave room at the mention of Autopsies

Then he missed the next day. Not that bad, I mean he had been really stressed out recently. Maybe he just needed an extra day, to work off the stress? Nobody was really worried anything had happened to him, he was immortal after all, but they were still concerned.

Then he missed a third day. This was far more concerning. The last time this happened, Danny had been found passed out in his apartment because he hadn't slept in days and hadn't eaten in weeks (what's the point if he won't die either way?).

He had been put on medical leave for a month after that.

So one of the guys decided to visit his house, just to see if he needed some help.

They find the apartment empty. No evidence that he ever lived there. It was like the entire place had been scrubbed clean of anything that even hinted at his existence, and whoever had done it obviously wanted to cover their tracks.

So, an investigation is launched.

And almost instantly, the Feds take the Case from the GCPD and declare Danny as dead a week later.

Seems they forgot to take a look at his Resume...

So Gordon takes this to Bats, who immediately starts investigating the Feds in White who showed up to steal the case.

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wolfjackle-creates · 9 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 7

We're a day late for WIP Wednesday, but I was wiped after the work shifts from hell the last two days. But today and tomorrow I'm off so I'm back on track! No work next Wednesday, either, so I should be good to go next week. Because I'm a day late, you get a long one today!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

First, Previous

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Still not entirely comfortable, Tim finally stepped into the lab. On the far wall, behind yellow and black doors was the portal he’d heard so much about.

Danny followed his gaze and put a hand on his arm. “Come on, Tim. The weapons vault is over here.”

Tim nodded once. “What do you have?”

“Everything.” Danny placed his hand over a scanner next to the door and it beeped and opened. “You like staffs, right? Try this out.”

Danny passed him a silver metal staff just a bit longer than his favored weapon. Tim took it and ran through two of his warm up exercises. The balance was excellent and he picked up the pace. If it wasn’t for the color scheme, he’d consider using one as his own backup.

“This is great. It’s effective against ghosts?”

“Yep. The Fenton Rod.” Danny reached out for it and Tim gave it back. “And if you do this—” he twisted and the staff separated into two “—you’ve got two weapons.”

He passed the two halves back to Tim who ran through a few more attacks and blocks with them. He had enough practice with Dick’s escrima sticks to hold his own. “This is perfect, thanks.”

“Now, the rest of you, would you prefer distance weapons or close up?”

Tim backed away from the vault to allow the others to explore their options. He spent the time practicing on connecting and separating the staff—he would not call it the Fenton Rod, even in his own head—and running through a few more complicated patterns with it to make sure he was familiar with it’s weight.

“You’re really good with that,” commented Sam who was watching him.

Tim shrugged fixed a self-conscious smile to his face. “It’s always good to know self defense when you live in Gotham. And Bruce is more particular about it than most.”

“Really? I thought he was a vapid idiot.”

“Oh, he is,” agreed Tim. “But he loves his kids and knows us being linked to him puts us in danger. So he goes to extremes to make sure we can hold our own when trouble arises.”

Before Sam could reply, Danny called out to them, “Hey, Tim! Do you want a long range weapon as well?”

“Sure. What do you have?”

So he joined as Danny showed them several blasters and lasers that they could use. Tim pulled out a small one that could be used single-handed.

“This is good for me.”

Cassie and Conner chose heavier weapons with more range and attack power, though Bart followed Tim’s lead.

“Okay, now that that’s done. Ready to practice ways to get a ghost out of a human?”

The emphatic agreement from every member of Tim’s team seemed to surprise Sam and Tucker but Danny just laughed.

“Sam, Tucker, which of you wants to volunteer?”

The two exchanged a look and Tucker sighed and stood up. “I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Tuck. So, I’m gonna overshadow Tucker and go over the signs of overshadowing. They’re mostly pretty subtle if you don’t know the person. A ghost has no access to the memories or thoughts of the person they’re overshadowing, so behavior will be off. Then, if Tim is okay with it, I’ll overshadow him so he can explain how it feels to the rest of you. And I’d appreciate it if at least one of you metas will let me overshadow you so we can make sure the methods that work on baseline humans also work with you.”

Conner looked at Tim. “You trust him?”

Tim nodded. “Have since I was eleven.”

“I’ll do it, then.”

Danny grinned. “Great! Tucker, you first.” And with that, Danny transformed and flew right into Tucker’s body.

Tim watched closely as Tucker went rigid for a moment before resuming his casual slouch. “Tucker isn’t present at all right now,” said Tucker. Then his eyes flared green. “Any time a ghost uses their powers while overshadowing someone, the eyes’ll change. So look for that. Changes in behavior if you know the person are also a dead giveaway. Most ghosts haven’t been on earth in a long time, so another sign is being unused to Earth customs. Especially modern ones. But really, the eyes are your best bet. Get a ghost emotional and they can’t hold it back. Now, Sam, force me out!”

Sam grinned. “With pleasure.” She held up a thermos. “Best way is to use a thermos. It contains the ghost and prevents them from further attacks. To use, you simply remove the cap, point the opening at the ghost or overshadowed person in question, and press the button.” She did and a beam of blue light hit Tucker. Danny was pulled out and sucked into the thermos. Sam recapped the device and spun it in her hands.

Tucker held his head and groaned. “How long was he in me for?”

“Like thirty seconds, Tuck. Don’t be dramatic,” replied Sam.

“Does it hurt?” asked Cassie.

Tucker shook his head. “Minor headache immediately post overshadowing that fades in less than a minute. You don’t have any memory of the time you were overshadowed, so some disorientation if your location changed or a lot of time has passed is also normal. Maybe some vague impressions, like from a dream you can’t quite remember.”

“Ready for take two?” asked Sam.

Tucker rolled his eyes, but waved a hand around in agreement.

“So, to release a ghost from a thermos, you press the button that says ‘release.’ Super easy.” She did so, letting out another beam of light and when it cleared, Danny was floating before them.

“Does being in the thermos hurt?” asked Conner.

Danny shook his head and grinned. “Nah. Feels like you’re wrapped up in a heavy blanket. So sometimes it’s nice and sometimes it’s claustrophobic and I’m desperate to get out.”

Tim hummed. “How many ghosts can you fit in one thermos?”

Danny shrugged. “Not sure. Quite a few, but I’ve never pushed the limits. I think six or seven is the most we’ve done. Maybe more if it’s just ectopusses and blob ghosts I’m trying to clear out of my parents’ way.”

“Ectopusses?” asked Cassie.

At the same time, Bart asked, “Blob ghosts?”

Danny laughed. “I think there’s something to the hypothesis that octopusses have as much intelligence as a person. So many of them become ghosts. And they’re super curious. I think they like to explore places on land because it’s so different from the oceans they lived in. And blob ghosts are just what they sound like. Shapeless ghosts that are usually less than a foot large and don’t appear to have any cognitive power.”

Tim had a dozen questions he wanted to ask, but the news report going in the background was a constant reminder that they didn’t have time. “How else can you end an overshadowing?”

Danny nodded and flew back into Tucker.

Sam went over the different weapons they had that could be safely used on an overshadowed human. The small blasters were the easiest and caused no injury to the host. Tim’s staff was also effective, though it could leave bruises.

Finally, they’d each managed to get Danny out of Tucker three different ways each. He couldn’t even say a thermos was the weirdest thing he’d ever used as a weapon, though the fact that it had been designed as a weapon was certainly novel.

“So now it’s my turn.” Tim couldn’t help the way his stomach twisted at the thought of what was coming up. He trusted Danny, he really did. And he wanted to know what it felt like to be overshadowed. But he hated losing control of himself. Absolutely despised it. He took a deep breath and met Danny’s eyes. “Do it.”

Danny bit his lip. “You don’t have to, you know.”

“Do it, Danny.”

A brief moment of hesitation longer, then Danny was flying towards him. The next thing Tim was aware of was a sharp pain in his head that he could only describe as being located behind his brain. Conner was facing him with the thermos pointed at him. The pain was already fading as he blinked and took in the lab again.

Nothing had changed.

“What was it like?” asked Cassie.

The question put Tim right back into Bat Report Mode. “As Tucker said, I have no memory of anything since I saw Danny fly at me to overshadow me. When he left, I had a strange pain in my head that faded by the time I had checked our surroundings for any changes that may have occurred while I was unaware.” As he spoke, he did a quick body check to look for any unusual pains or feelings elsewhere in his body. “I appear to be in the exact same physical condition as I was before the experiment. How long was I overshadowed for?”

“Less than two minutes,” said Conner. “I promise no longer than that. Danny had you sing a weird song about exploding weasels and then I sucked him into this.” He shook the thermos.

Cassie laughed. “It was ‘Pop Goes the Weasel.’ We have to teach you about nursery rhymes.”

Bart raised his hand. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that one, either.”

And finally, Tim was able to relax. “Next weekend we all have off, Cassie and I will teach you all the nursery rhymes. Dick probably knows a ton. I’d imagine growing up in a circus with performers from all sorts of countries exposed him to so many.”

Bart grinned. “It’ll be interesting to see how the list of ones I know compares to the ones you know!”

Conner smiled back. “I’d like that. I should ask Clark for any he knows, too.” As he spoke, he pressed the button to release Danny.

When the light cleared, Danny was floating upside down looking Tim over. “So what’d you think of your first experience being overshadowed?”

“Four out of ten. Would not like to repeat, but I’ve definitely been through worse.”

Danny laughed and, still upside down, turned until he was facing Conner. “Think you’re ready for you turn?”

Conner took a deep breath and handed the thermos to Bart. “As I’ll ever be.”

Danny nodded and flew into him, just as he had Tucker and Tim. And then there was no more Conner. No more Superboy. Just someone who looked like him, but held his head cocked the wrong way. Who slouched a bit too much. Who was so clearly not Conner.

Tim pulled his new staff out and reminded himself it was just Danny. This was friendly right now. And it was reassuring to know he’d be able to tell when any of his friends were overshadowed.

Danny started to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star in Conner’s voice.

Bart held up the thermos, ready to pull Danny in.

“Let me,” said Tim. “I want to do it.”

“You’ve got it,” replied Bart as he recapped the thermos.

Tim rushed forward and hit Conner on the side with his staff; Danny went flying out of him.

Conner shook his head and looked around. “That was weird. I remember it all, though.”

Danny was rubbing at his side where Tim hit. “Yeah. I’ve never overshadowed a meta before. At least no one I could tell was a meta. I could hear you, too. It was a struggle to keep control of your body.”

Tim sagged in relief. “Do you think that makes them less of a target?”

“Possibly?” The uncertainty in Danny’s voice made Tim uneasy. “From some ghosts, sure. But others like a challenge and may target him—them—specifically.”

Bart grinned. “Sounds like it’ll be an interesting game! So, now that we’ve got the basics down, we’re going out there to help, right?”

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Okay, so part of the reason for the length is that I just didn't want to cut it anywhere. Though the fact that it happened when I'm a day late posting certainly helped me not feel like I should find a spot to break it up!

Now, I've decided to move away from the tag system because breaking it up over two posts is getting to be quite difficult. So I've set up a subscription post for this story. Subscribe to that post and you'll get a Tumblr notification when I post. Instructions on how to subscribe can be found there. Anyone who has requested a tag before this post will be tagged today and on the next update, but I won't add anyone new. It's just getting to be a bit too much! (And I'm afraid of getting hit with a shadowban.)

In other news, I've started transferring my works to AO3. Haven't gotten there with this one yet, but the Wrong Number AU (now titled Answer My Call) has been posted. As has the bad reveal fic. Both can be found in my masterpost if you're interested.

Last bit of housekeeping, two posts below this one, I have a poll asking if you'd be interested in me sharing anything I've written for Good Omens. Feel free to check that out. Most of my time will still be spent with DPxDC, but with the new season coming out, I may try to revisit some things I haven't touched in a year (longer?).

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#dpxdc #bring me home #dead tired #speed run training #make sure everyone can use the weapons safely before rushing out to battle!#good thing they already come pretrained #more than danny sam and tucker had going for them

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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✦Slashers With A Strong S/O✦

✦Note; Gender Neutral Reader, fluff, no warnings! I added a few for my own enjoyment, hope you don't mind!

FOR SOME FUCKIN REASON THIS POST GLITCHED OUT HELLA HARD, SO I'M REPOSTING IT JUST IN CASE. IF YOU REQUESTED THIS I'M SORRY YOU DIDN'T GET NOTIFIED RIGHT AWAY. TUMBLR'S A BITCH

✦Michael: He/Him, Jason: He/Him, Billy: He/It, Bubba: He/They/She, Bo: He/Him, Vincent: They/He, Danny: He/They

❀Michael Myers❀

Oh, he has no idea how to feel. This is OG Myers, he's got a pretty average build. 5'10", 190-somethin' pounds. Though he has super-human strength, for some reason, there are certainly people bigger than him. He knows this...he doesn't have to like it though. He likes being this strong and imposing figure that makes hearts sink. The fact he likes you is amazing as it is, the fact he doesn't feel a little threatened by you is even more bewildering.

Do not try to pick him up for no reason/out of nowhere. Not in the beginning, at least. You don't want to push your luck. As strong as you may be, he's immortal, so he'll find a way to ensure you know your place. He doesn't like being overpowered.

That being said, there are certain scenarios where your strength comes in handy, and it's in these times he'll begrudgingly admit to himself that he likes it. For example, when he's wounded enough to actually affect his ability to walk. Don't tease him as you princess carry him, but he is silently appreciative, as embarrassing as it is.

Michael's just very aware when he's in a position that's vulnerable. He's never liked that feeling, so it'll take a long time for him to be comfortable with the knowledge that you're powerful enough to hoist him up without breaking a sweat. Give it some time though and he'll start to enjoy it. He'll never admit it though.

Don't expect him to koala you, ever. But at some point, he'll start to be okay with you carrying him up the stairs when he's hurt from a hunt, or moving him to the couch during those rare times he gets sick from his poor wound care.

All and all, he'll never admit to liking your strength, but eventually, he'll come to find it useful. Just don't push your luck. He'll still stab you if you forget his terrifying reputation.

❀Jason Voorhees❀

Well, if he likes you, he trusts you a whole lot. Jason's all or nothing when it comes to comfort/trust. This means, unlike Michael, he doesn't really have any worries or insecurities over your strength. He thinks it's rather impressive actually! Depending on your height, if you're like...under 5'8"? He's gonna be double impressed.

Living in the woods and being self-sustainable is hard work. It requires a lot of physical labor. Carrying lumber around, building things, carrying heavy metal to set up his traps, fixing up the cabins. Jason can do it with ease, but it can get pretty tiresome when that's all he does. Lugging around logs of firewood and dead bodies. A corpse doesn't pull its own weight, after all.

Having you around and willing to help is extremely helpful! He's too polite to go out of his way to ask for your help, but when you do it anyways, it makes his stomach feel all weird. What gives him the shock of his life...(afterlife?) is when you lift him up for the first time.

He lets out a surprised grunt and looks around like a freaked-out cat. Processing the fact his significant other hoisted his 6'5", 200+ pound ass right off the ground without any struggle. It makes him admittedly a bit flustered.

He'd prefer if you gave him a little warning before you do it, it kinda freaks him out when you lift him all of a sudden, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it. Quite the contrary! He won't ask for it but when you lift him up and hold him there, it makes him feel safe. It reminds him of being a kid, when his mother would carry him virtually everywhere. Bringing back those old memories before he lost her is an easy way to make Jason melt.

He'll constantly worry about being too heavy, and he'll weakly insist you stop lifting him. He doesn't want you hurting yourself! Of course, you know better, and it makes his heart happy that you insist on doing it anyway.

❀Billy Lenz❀

Billy's a bit iffy with touch. Sometimes he can't get enough, other times he shuts down completely at the lightest tap. But he trusts you which means you get a pass more often. It likes your touch! Your touch doesn't mean bad things!

Billy's not very heavy or big. It's rather slim, actually. Bit of a twig, really. About 5'6", not including the heels on his boots, and maybe around 125 pounds soaking wet. Picking him up really isn't that difficult, to be honest. Still! It'll make him light up when you hold him aloft like a cat. On an excitable day, it'll squirm and giggle relentlessly.

On days where he's really not lucid, but not hyperactive either, he likes to cling to you like a koala. It doesn't matter if he's in the way, he's stuck to you for a while. It's probably the best time to cuddle it in all honesty. He won't talk much, doesn't really move either, just settles against you. Letting you be the anchor in reality so he doesn't drift off into space. It prefers that dynamic much more than panic attacks.

He tries to pick you up once and he fails, absolutely. Billy's a climber and he can hoist his own body weight just fine, but it's a different scenario when lifting someone else. Though the experience definitely makes him like how strong you are a lot more than before. Now it's twice as impressive.

Sometimes he squirms around when you lift him up. Be cautious of his legs, especially if you got a pair of nuts. Those boots are pretty damn effective at crotch shots.

❀Bubba Sawyer❀

Oh, Bubs is so flustered so quick, bro. Bubba is a big, big baby. Just shy of 6'6" and over 300 lbs. No one can just lift him. They haven't been lifted up since they were a kid, and even then it was rare. He's always been heavier set and his eldest brother often insisted it was a pain to lift him.

Here you come though, buff as hell, raising her off the ground like she weighs nothing. It definitely makes them all giddy. Bubba will start squeaking and squealing, flapping his hands all excitedly. Please carry Bubba like a princess, they'll swoon so hard.

It's guaranteed he'll be really worried about your back though. He's been hyper-aware of his weight for a long time, it's an insecurity they've always dealt with. All of her brother's comments definitely make her worry that you'll hurt yourself trying to carry her.

As a result of this? Carry him more, it'll make him melt completely. Go ahead and shower him with compliments while you hold him off the ground. It's the easiest way to make Bubba fall for you even harder. If y'all weren't already married, you will be now, it's sealed.

Sometimes Chop-Top & Nubbins will bother you to do the same with them. Bubba will let out little noises of discontent, they like to be the only one you pick up and carry. It's special for them! Though they won't insist you say no to his brothers, he will feel all fuzzy if you insist it's a Bubba-Only Privilege.

No matter your size, weight, or height? She'll return the favor. Bubba's used to heavy lifting, he's a butcher farmhand! It's only fair he share the experience, plus, it feels nice to have you close to him all day. Worry not about her arms, she was built for this!

❀Danny -Jed Olsen- Johnson❀

Ghostface is all over that shit man. He's so into it. If you're a victim, it's annoying, because it makes his job harder. But you're not! Not anymore, anyway, so he gets to appreciate all that strength. The knowledge you could probably whoop his ass definitely gives him a feeling of warmth in his face...and groin.

Danny's athletic and fit, but he's not Pyramid-Head levels of buff by any means. 5'11", bout 190 somethin' pounds. They're strong enough to lift twice their body weight with minimal struggle, but it's not every day you come across someone who can carry you like it's nothing.

I imagine you probably did it first in order to prove a point. Danny likes to tease, they probably make a little comment about being stronger than you, only for you to pick him up like it was nothing. It definitely catches him off guard for a bit, which is hard to do! As soon as it processes though? He's back to flirting with a smug-ass grin. He's a little shit.

After that, they'll try to get you to do it again, usually by annoying you or insisting it was a fluke and that you're not as strong as you look. It's only because he's secretly too embarrassed to admit he just likes being held. Danny's a switch and you can fight me on that. He won't admit it but he likes being carried like a pretty princess sometimes, makes him feel all cute.

One day, he'll come home all exhausted and annoyed. A day when their job was stressful, probably his coworkers being bitches, the coffee machine wouldn't work. It's times like that when he wants to go batshit crazy. Drop the Jed persona and stab everyone in sight.

They won't say a word when they walk into whatever room you're in, storming up to you at great speed. He stops right in front of you and stares at you for a bit, then after a beat of silence, he opens his arms and makes the grabby hand motion. Tips of their ears are bright red. He'll hush you really dramatically if you make a comment, but he melts when you pick him up. Just kinda chills there until the annoyance of everyday life finally settles back down. This one instance turns into a habit, for sure.

❀Bo Sinclair❀

Did someone say FRAGILE MASCULINITY?! Yeah, Bo's gonna be real fuckin' huffy for a while. Like Michael, he doesn't like the idea of being vulnerable, nor does he like the idea of his significant other being stronger than him. He's been conditioned into a traditional headspace. He's the provider! He's the stronger one! That's the rule!

It'll take a long time before he's completely comfortable with the fact he finds how easily you lift heavy things attractive. Given that's essentially the complete opposite of his usual "type". Weak, submissive, someone easy to assert power over. He was raised in a circumstance where he was always weaker, so as a result, he tries to pursue the other role. Being the strong and imposing figure.

It'll probably be like two years before you can lift him up without Bo getting genuinely upset. Doing it before then will probably lead to a fight that he'll brood over for a few days.

Man still bitches when you do it though, he just won't insist on screaming at you for hours. The best case scenario to do this is probably when a visitor goes rogue and hurts him enough to where he needs help walking. Complaining the whole time, he'll let you carry him back to the couch, as long as you ensure his brothers don't see.

Like with Jason, if you're on the shorter side, it'll confuse him. Wondering where you keep all that strength in your little body. He'll get a bit competitive, but he won't inform you that you two are competing. It makes him frustratingly turned on when he sees you toss a body like it's nothing, or lift a giant truck tire without breaking a sweat. Bo will deny it up until he literally can't anymore. He'll spill it to you but if you make a single teasing comment, he's kickin' you in the shin and storming off.

Oh, and bonus? You have a secret advantage at tapping into that well-guarded sub-space portion of Bo's brain. Just be gentle cause he is EXTREMELY fragile, a lot more than he lets on.

❀Vincent Sinclair❀

Well, you probably started as a visitor, which means they have to kill you. So in that situation, he finds your strength extremely aggravating. It's very annoying. But! You're not a victim anymore and so now he has no trouble admitting they find it incredibly attractive.

Between both of his brothers, he ranks second in physical strength to Bo, but that doesn't mean he's weak at all. We all saw how easily he can cut off a fuckin' head with two knives. Or impale a skull with a broken pipe. They're extremely dangerous and strong. Now that being said, you being stronger than them makes them feel...well, it makes them feel something for sure.

Lifting Vincent up isn't that hard. He's not light necessarily, but he's not that heavy either. No, it's the fact you can carry him around that makes them all flustered. It's one thing to lift someone, but to continuously support their weight whilst walking around like it's nothing? It's something Vincent hyperfixates on every time you do it.

Vincent's very touch-starved. Like, extremely. Though it makes his face burn when you throw them over your shoulder, he melts all the same. He won't actively encourage it like Danny, but he will try to subtly hint when he wants to be picked up. Hoping you'll notice the signs and do it on your own to save them the embarrassment of actually asking.

If Bo isn't around, Vincent loves nothing more than to cling to you while you do household chores. Admittedly, he gets a little too into it if you switch his weight onto your hip and hold him up with one arm. As if they needed any more confirmation that you're buff as hell. You'll probably hear them squeak and quickly try to force down the embarrassment. He's never considered himself the submissive type, somewhere in the middle instead, but you DEFINITELY MAKE THEM QUESTION.

When doing maintenance on the House of Wax, sometimes you'll lift them on your shoulders so they don't have to break out the ladder. He'll struggle to lose himself in the art of wax with your hands holding his thighs steady. And Bo never lets him live it down if the man notices just how much Vincent likes you showing off how strong you are

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hannahmanderr · 11 months

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DannyMay Day 21 - Shatter

Words: 2,132

Summary: What if it had never been Danny's choice to lose his powers in Phantom Planet? (PP AU)

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Tucker glanced anxiously at Sam. “Are you gonna knock?”

She scoffed, but it was half-hearted at best. “It’s Danny, when have we ever knocked to come in?”

“Then, why aren’t you going in?” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. He could call her bluff far too easily like this, when she donned her bravado to hide her own anxiety.

Still, he couldn’t blame her. These waters were treacherous, and they were some that the three of them had never thought they would cross. He knew perfectly well that she didn’t know how to approach the situation (a rarity for someone as confident as Sam Manson), but it was because he felt the exact same way.

After knowing Danny for more than a decade, he figured he was prepared to help his best friend through anything. Really, the three of them knew each other backwards and forwards; usually so well to the point where they would absolutely blow everyone out of the water during those “dating game” ice-breaker things they would do at camps and such. So it wasn’t normal for him - for either of them - to feel so far out of their depth that they didn’t know what to do or say.

As far as he could remember, he and Sam had only found themselves in this same situation once - back during the first couple of weeks after Danny had the accident that made him half-ghost. After all, what are you supposed to say to comfort your friend when they die? It’s not like either of them could relate.

It’s not like either of us can relate now, he thought quietly. He had no idea how to put himself in Danny’s shoes, especially after going through this most recent situation.

He exhaled shakily and, without thinking, grabbed Sam’s hand. Normally, she’d recoil from the physical contact, but she gripped his hand back like it was her lifeline. Their eyes met, and the unspoken message was there. We do it together.

They both gave a curt nod, and then Sam carefully edged Danny’s door open.

“Danny?” she called quietly into the dark room. “You in here?”

“Jazz said you’d be here, and I don’t think she’d lie to us,” Tucker joked nervously. He couldn’t help it; he was the kind of guy that needed any humor he could get when dealing with a heavy situation.

Danny was, in fact, in his room, sitting at his desk with the curtains drawn and the lights off. He had his star-studded comforter draped over his head and wrapped tightly around his shoulders. A couple of half-eaten Chinese takeout containers and empty Mountain Dew bottles cluttered his desk, though his laptop still sat open in front of him with some Nat Geo documentary on Saturn playing quietly.

Tucker did his best to avoid cringing as he remembered the encounter with Vlad a week or two ago that Danny had told them about - some sort of fight over the Infi-Map on the outer rings of Saturn. Naturally, he and Sam hadn’t been able to go, what with their human needs like warmth and oxygen. He wondered if it was really the best idea for him to be wallowing in things that would remind him of Vlad, considering what had happened.

When Danny heard them enter, he turned. Dark, heavy bags weighed under his eyes, and his skin looked chalkier than normal. Still, he managed to muster a frail smile for his friends. “Hey guys,” he said hoarsely.

“Hey Danny,” Sam replied. “We just - well, we haven’t heard from you since… you know…”

“We just wanted to check in on you,” Tucker picked up when Sam trailed off.

Danny’s eyes pierced through them like knives, but the look wasn’t one of anger or accusation. Slowly, he nodded and flicked his eyes to the side. “Jazz told you what happened then…” he said, his voice quiet.

“And we’re glad she did,” Sam said as she sat on the edge of Danny’s bed. Tucker took a seat beside her. “We’re worried about you. We had no idea Vlad had figured out how to do something like that.”

“Me neither,” Danny muttered. He pulled his knees up to his chest, making him look even smaller. “I just… it’s…”

The room fell into an uneasy silence. As Tucker kept careful eyes on both Sam and Danny, he chewed his lip. Frankly, he’d expected more pushback from Danny. He loved his best friend to death, but he knew he could be a bit of a stubborn jerk sometimes. And sometimes, Stubborn Jerk Danny liked to try and put up walls of defense between himself and the people worried about him.

This was an entirely different Danny, though. This Danny was devoid of hope and life, as though someone had come in and sucked all his vitality away.

(It wasn’t too far off from what had really happened, all things considered.)

Danny sighed and buried his chin into his knees. “I don’t have some sort of plan to fix it, if that’s what you wanted to hear,” he said. “It’s just… It’s over guys.”

“Don’t say that!” Sam insisted. “There’s no way… I mean, he can’t have actually done it, can he?”

Danny only held one of his hands in front of his face and stared at it intently. Tucker got the feeling something was supposed to be happening - invisibility, intangibility, anything - but the hand stubbornly refused to change.

As the seconds ticked by, Danny’s face grew stormier until he finally shouted in exasperation and let his hand fall. “See? It’s like I said. I’ve been trying to get it to do something, anything for days now and nothing. It’s all gone. I can’t even feel -” he stopped abruptly and swallowed thickly, holding a fist over his sternum. Tucker couldn’t hide the wince this time; he knew what Danny was referring to, and if he wasn’t feeling it at all…

“There has to be something left,” Sam said. Desperation was starting to creep into her voice, and the blankets on Danny’s bed began to bunch up under her grip. “Even when you split yourself, it was never a clean split! There was always something left!”

Danny’s eyes were fixed on a pair of jeans lying haphazardly on the floor, but they were distant. He shook his head absently. “We tried, me and Jazz,” he whispered. “We even looked at a bit of my blood, and it’s… normal. No ectoplasm or anything.”

At this point, Sam looked like she was about to cry, which shook Tucker almost as much as Danny’s news. “Dude, I… I’m so sorry,” he said, not sure what else to say. He’d been at a similar loss for words more than a year ago, when part of Danny had died in that portal.

What could he say now that Danny had un-died?

“And because the portal was shut down, he was able to destroy it,” Danny was saying. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to Frostbite, or Clockwork, or someone, I don’t care if it’s the freaking Box Ghost. I need…”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Sam growled. “He’s a sick, twisted little -”

“Whatever you’re gonna say,” Danny interrupted, “Jazz has probably already said it for you. The only reason she didn’t try to tear Vlad apart when he did it is because she didn’t know if he’d just actually killed me or not.”

“Then I’ll tell everyone! What’s he gonna do, spill your secret? I could call down to Station 7 right now and -”

“Tell them what? What proof do we have?” Tucker surprised himself with his interruption. Judging by Sam and Danny’s wide eyes, they’d been caught off guard too. “He can just deny it, and he still has other ways to get back at Danny.”

“I don’t care! He’ll have to get through me first!” Sam shouted. “I can’t believe you’re saying we should just lie down and take this!”

Tucker frowned. “Do not start with that. I didn’t say anything like that; you’re putting words in my mouth again! I’m just… trying to be realistic.”

“Okay, fine, but ‘realistic’ doesn’t mean there’s nothing we can do!” Sam jumped to her feet and pointed an accusatory finger at Tucker. “I get that you’re trying to temper expectations or whatever, but you can’t just shut things down like that!”

“Like what? I said one thing! And you just started jumping down my throat!”

“Well maybe if you’d let me finish my sentence, you -”

“Enough!” Danny thundered, startling his two arguing friends into silence.

Well, it was part of the reason they fell so immediately quiet.

In his anger and desperation to stop them arguing, Danny had sprung out of his seat when he shouted, and in the process, the comforter which had been so tightly wrapped around his head and shoulders fell in a heap at his feet. Without the blanket, Tucker and Sam could see where his head had originally been covered, and what they saw stunned them just as much as his outburst.

A pure, jagged bolt of white streaked through his black hair. It started somewhere towards the back of his skull, where the hair began to sweep forward instead of down, emerging like a shooting star through a night sky. It followed the contour of his hair and into his bangs, falling just to the side of his left eye.

Sam was the first to react. She gingerly reached forward and laid a gentle touch to the white streak. Danny flinched when he realized what the two of them had seen, but he still allowed her to get close.

“Oh Danny…” she whispered, her voice thick and devoid of all the heat it’d held just moments before.

“Oh my God,” Tucker muttered. A wave of dizziness and nausea swept over him. For some reason, Danny’s loss, his trauma hadn’t truly hit him until he saw the awful reminder of what had once been. Now, seeing the aftermath of Vlad’s cruelty, the impacts nearly overwhelmed him.

Danny Phantom was gone. Danny Fenton was left, broken beyond recognition.

Danny wrapped his arms around himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes. “I can’t… I-I’m just…”

In one motion, Sam swept him into a tight hug. Tucker was an instant behind her. Danny started, but then sniffed and leaned into their embrace. Seconds later, he broke down entirely and sobbed into Sam’s shoulder. The sound broke Tucker’s heart clean in half.

He didn’t know how long they stood like that, him and Sam holding onto Danny’s weeping form like they’d lose him if they let go. At some point, he didn’t know when, they’d moved to their knees, and Tucker draped the comforter around the three of them. Eventually, as Danny’s cries tapered off, they found themselves in some sort of three-person pile. Danny had his head in Sam’s lap, and she combed her fingers through his hair gently. Tucker pressed himself against Danny’s back and rested his cheek against Sam’s shoulder.

As they laid there, Tucker couldn’t tear his eyes away from that cursed streak. The way it rippled and parted around Sam’s fingers only reinforced the fact that this wasn’t some nightmare they would just wake up from. Vlad really had found a way to forcibly revert Danny’s half-ghost status. And now…

Danny’s cries died into hiccups and sniffles. A heavy silence fell around the three of them, only broken when Sam placed a hand against his cheek and whispered, “Hey.” Watery blue eyes looked up and backwards to meet her own; she made eye contact with Tucker too before speaking again.

“We’re right here, Danny. We’re not going anywhere.” Her voice was tender yet firm with the sincerity of her words. Tucker reinforced them by taking Danny’s hand and squeezing it. “We’re gonna get through this, Phantom or not. We don’t care what it takes or how long.”

Tucker could tell by the look in Danny’s eyes that he wanted to smile back and thank them, but he couldn’t muster enough to do so. Instead, he closed his eyes and relaxed further into their loving touch. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys,” he whispered.

The moment was interrupted by the harsh jangle of Tucker’s PDA ringtone. Cursing under his breath, he pulled it out of his pocket. “I forgot I still have news alerts turned on,” he said as he swiped to open the notification. Both Danny and Sam craned their necks to see as Tiffany Snow’s face loaded onto the screen.

“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news from NASA and the Department of Defense. A major asteroid, originating from Saturn’s orbit, has been forecasted to make direct impact with Earth…”

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #tucker foley #sam manson #danny phantom fanfic #hannah writes #danny phantom au #whoops i tried to write angst

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oliverreedmasterass · 1 year

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In honor of the twins’ birthday weekend...

Synopsis: Danny and Sam take the twins to a private karaoke room to celebrate their 27th birthday

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: drinking, language, Oliver Reed

Notes: thank you @jmkho for letting me bounce my ideas off of you!!

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“So you’re not gonna tell us where we’re going?” Jake leaned forward from the backseat of Sam’s Tesla to ask between Sam and Danny, who were in the front.

“Nope!” They both chirped with bright smiles.

“Great,” Jake mumbled, looking worried.

“Ease up,” Josh gave him a playful nudge. “I’m sure they’ve got a fun evening planned.”

“You don’t turn 27 everyday,” Danny turned around to tell Jake. “You should be more excited.”

Danny shook his head when he saw that Jake was crossing his arms with a deep frown, glaring at the back of Sam’s driver’s seat.

“I would be more excited if I didn’t have severe trust issues,” Jake grumbled. “I don’t understand why everything has to be a secret tonight.”

“I requested it,” Josh told Jake. “I like a little surprise on my birthday.”

“I’m glad you do,” Jake retorted.

“It’s not like we’re gonna push you off a cliff or something, Jake,” Sam tried to comfort him.

Jake thought on Sam’s words. “I don’t like that you thought of that as an example. That doesn’t make me feel better at all.”

“Look, Jake,” Danny tried to establish eye contact with him. “We made a reservation at a very normal place to celebrate a birthday. It’s going to be a fun evening, you know, once you get a few drinks in you.”

While Jake remained stiff with worry, Josh bounced up and down in his seat in eager anticipation for the night ahead.

The twin’s body language remained the same as Sam drove into the parking lot of a karaoke bar. Jake stared out the window at the neon lights and had to do everything within his power to not let out a deep groan. When Sam and Danny asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday, he had insisted that all he wanted was a few good drinks and to slow things down for a bit. He was certain that Josh must have given them the exact opposite request, so this was how they were meeting them in the middle. Sometimes it stunk to share a birthday with his brother.

“No way,” Josh’s voice raised in excitement. “We’re doing karaoke?”

“We have a private booth,” Sam shared as he put the car into park. “One hour of unlimited drinks and non-stop singing.”

Josh turned to Jake, ready to share his excitement, but his smile quickly curved down when he saw that Jake was pouting at the building.

“Hey, snap out of it,” Josh said, smacking Jake in the arm with the back of his hand. That got Jake to turn in his direction and scowl while rubbing at his bicep. “You’re gonna have fun tonight, god dammit.”

Jake knew he would be scolded for ruining Josh’s night if he didn’t give into things, so he let out a small huff and unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Let’s go then,” he said. Better to get things over with fast than to draw it out.

The four made their way through the front doors and were immediately greeted by even more neon lights in the darkened reception area. Jake gazed around at the bar that he was definitely going to hit up, and the line of rooms that seemed to surround the bar in a circle. Inside those rooms he could just barely make out groups of people flailing their bodies around to muffled music. Josh joined Jake’s side and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I know birthdays are hard for you,” he said under his breath. “Getting older is scary. But we’re in our prime, we gotta enjoy things before we start cracking like glow sticks and knock out after a single drink.”

“I know, I know,” Jake said. He understood where Josh was coming from, it was just kind of his thing to sulk around on his birthday every year. He had been doing it for so long, he really didn’t know what else to do with himself on his special day.

Sam and Danny checked in with the receptionist and then motioned for Jake and Josh to join them when they were handed a key to one of the rooms.

“She said that we could start with some drinks now and order more to the room later if we run out,” Danny said mostly to Jake. It was clear that he was doing everything he could to make Jake feel content, which he did appreciate.

“Why don’t you go to the room and I’ll grab us some drinks then?” he proposed. He hoped he could stall a bit so they wouldn’t immediately force a microphone in his hand.

“Don’t be crazy,” Sam shook his head. “Drinks are on me tonight.”

Even though Jake wanted to protest, Danny and Josh steered him to their private room while Sam peeled off for the bar, promising he would get them the “good shit.” Jake winced, bracing himself for a long evening of tequila shots and margaritas: the only two drinks Sam apparently knew how to order.

They made their way into the room and Jake purposefully took a seat as far away from the microphone stand as he could. The room was on the smaller side, but it still gave them plenty of room to thrash around, which Jake knew for a fact was going to happen. While Josh and Danny started to excitedly look through the song options, Jake leaned forward, practically curling into a ball to disappear from reality. Sam entered the room, his arms loaded with, of course, tequila shots and margaritas, and forced a glass into Jake’s hand.

“Bottoms up!” Sam called to his older brother. “Here’s to 27!”

Jake wasn’t happy about it, but Josh grabbed his arm and lifted him to his feet so they could all clink their glasses together, before shooting it back.

“Fuck me,” Josh choked. “This tequila is awful.”

“It’s a karaoke bar, what did you expect?” Sam laughed.

“Something that doesn’t taste like gasoline,” Josh muttered.

“Jake, do you want to kick things off?” Danny asked, holding the microphone up to Jake.

“No,” Jake couldn’t hide his disgust at the thought of being the first one to sing and make a huge fool of himself.

“I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea,” Danny murmured. He passed the microphone to Josh, who looked to be on the verge of imploding, he was so excited.

“Give Jake a tambourine, that’ll lift his spirits,” Josh leaned into Danny’s side. “One more drink in him and he’ll start to come around. It’s like clockwork, I promise.”

Danny seemed to take some solace in that, and he grabbed a tambourine to force into Jake’s hands. The shitty tequila was catching up to Jake a lot faster than he would have expected but, as he started to sip away at his mediocre margarita, he found that he was still feeling unenthusiastic about singing with his friends.

Josh didn’t let Jake’s sour mood ruin his day as he selected a song with a mischievous grin and leaned over to bellow into the microphone,

“HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING TONIGHT?”

Jake jumped in surprise while Danny and Sam let out loud cackles at Josh’s spectacle.

“THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, SIR JACOB THOMAS!”

“Yeah, Jack!” Sam clapped before getting body slammed by Jake.

A disco ball started to spin above their heads, engulfing them in flashes of pulsing light as “Dancing Queen” pumped out from the speakers. Josh pitched his voice up and started to give the song his all, opening his arms up to the room while closing his eyes. While Sam and Danny cheered and danced along, Jake stared his brother down and worked on his drink. Karaoke was the bane of his existence.

“Come on, sing along, you know this one!” Josh took a break to encourage his twin. He put the mic up to Jake’s face but, with a scowl, Jake pushed it away.

“Boooooo,” Sam and Danny gave him a big thumbs down.

Josh shrugged, unbothered by Jake’s brooding, and worked the room, dancing like he was in the Mamma Mia cast with a wide grin. Jake grabbed another shot and threw it back as he watched his friends. It did look like they were having a good time: Sam looked straight out of Saturday Night Fever with some of the moves he was busting out, and Danny didn’t seem to have a single worry in the world. Josh was entirely in his element, proving that disco really does live in the pelvis, and a few times he caught Jake’s eye, making subtle motions, encouraging him to join them. Jake was starting to feel more loose, the tension releasing from his shoulders and, before he knew it, he found himself shaking a tambourine to the beat.

Okay, so maybe karaoke was a little fun.

Josh finished the song on a high note and then flopped back against the sofa in exhaustion, his face red from giving it his all.

“I need to get in shape for Starcatcher,” he gulped while trying to catch his breath.

“For what it’s worth, you were going pretty hard,” Jake leaned over to put a hand on his shoulder. Josh could tell that Jake was starting to get tipsy enough that he was coming around, so that dramatically lifted his spirits.

Even though Jake could have probably sang the next song, Sam snatched the microphone from Josh and started to leaf through the binder, filled to the brim with every song imaginable.

“Hurry it up!” Josh scolded Sam after waiting a few beats. “We’ve only got an hour!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Sam said over his shoulder. He flipped through a few more pages and then slammed his finger down on one of the song titles, calling out in triumph. He grabbed the remote from the table and quickly punched in the code to the song and then took another shot to brace himself for his performance. In a similar vein, Jake set down the tambourine so he could cover his ears. While Josh had been blessed with some insane pipes, Sam unfortunately did not possess the voice of an angel.

“You’re singing Hozier?” Danny poked fun at Sam with a laugh. “Out of all the songs in there, that’s what you pick?”

“It’s a great fucking song,” Sam held his nose up. For a little extra flair, he pulled his black shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest to the room.

“Tits out for Hozier!” Josh whooped.

“My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral…” Sam started to croon, both offbeat and out of key. Jake exchanged a look with Josh and it was clear that they were both thinking the same thing: thank god Sam stuck to the bass and keys. Danny tried to be supportive of his best friend but, as Sam’s voice got progressively louder and more croaky, Danny’s whoops and cheers died down. A few minutes into the song it was clear that Sam was entirely lost in the music and had forgotten there was anyone else in the room with him.

“IF I’M THE PAGAN OF A GOOD TIME, MY LOVER’S IN THE SUNLIGHT,” Sam was more screaming than singing as he dropped down to his knees and leaned his head up to face the heavens above. He sounded like a dying cat as his deep voice warbled, and Jake and Josh flinched at every note. Danny downed the rest of his margarita and then excused himself to get a refill. Jake noticed that Danny had returned a few minutes later, but waited outside the door where Sam’s ungodly vocals were muted until the song finished.

When Sam finished his last note, his voice cracking multiple times, he did a mic drop and brushed off his shoulder like he had just given the best vocal performance in recorded history. Danny came back into the room and slipped another drink into Jake’s hand.

“I think we should keep Sam off the mic for the rest of the night,” he said softly to Jake and Josh so Sam wouldn’t hear. “That was atrocious.”

Jake looked down at the IPA Danny had given him and smiled. Leave it to Danny to get him a drink that he actually enjoyed. He downed half of the bottle and then wiped the excess away from his mouth.

“Let’s do this shit,” he announced, starting to sound a bit British.

“Yeah, Jake!” Josh cheered him on.

Jake grabbed the microphone from the ground with a grunt and wiped off Sam’s saliva with the back of his linen top. Josh’s voice scolding Sam for taking too long was still ringing in Jake’s ears, so he rushed to find a song that jumped out at him. He was smart to go after Sam because he could literally choose any song on the planet and it would be better than what they had just endured. The problem was, Jake was determined to prove to his band members that he could outsing all of them. That was mostly the booze giving Jake an unfathomable amount of confidence, but his face lit up when he saw the perfect song.

“Jesus Christ,” Josh muttered under his breath as "I Believe In A Thing Called Love” flashed on the television screen. “You haven’t had near enough drinks to do that one.”

“You only turn 27 once,” Jake reminded Josh.

The guitars opened the song and Jake turned his attention to the screen, focusing hard so the lyrics would stop blurring together.

“Can’t explain all the feelings that you’re making me feel,” he started, having to stop halfway through to hold down a large burp. “My heart’s in overdrive and you’re behind the steering wheel.”

“This is gonna be a trainwreck,” he could hear Josh tell Danny behind his back. Jake knew at that moment that he had to give every ounce of his being into the song and knock Josh’s damn socks off.

“TOUCHING YOUUUUUUU, TOUCHING MEEEEEEE,” his voice seamlessly shifted up to falsetto with a pretty impressive vibrato. Josh needed to quit forgetting that, as twins, they basically had the same damn vocal cords. “TOUCHING YOU, GOD, YOU’RE TOUCHING ME!” Jake continued, feeling weightless from the joy of outperforming his brother. He was doing things with his voice that he didn’t even know were humanly possible as he entered the chorus and switched back and forth between high and low pitches, his voice in the middle of an intense ping pong match.

“I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOOOOOOOOOOVE,” Jake wailed.

Danny and Sam screamed out in shock that Jake was actually nailing it and they joined in on the backup vocals while hitting their tambourines hard. Josh took a while to come around but, when Jake held out a hand to get him on his feet during the next verse, Josh accepted it. They stood together and Jake drunkenly slung an arm over Josh’s shoulders.

“TOUCHING YOU,” he sang, and then shoved the microphone in Josh’s face.

“TOUCHING ME,” Josh belted with a beam.

Together they finished the song in an ear-piercing scream, nearly shattering the glasses that were collecting in the booth.

“Shit,” Josh gave Jake a pat on the back. “I forgot you could sing like that.”

“Intimidated?” Jake arched an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe a little,” Josh chuckled.

“I don’t think I can go after that,” Danny admitted, tossing the microphone that Jake had dropped back onto the table from hand to hand.

“Oh quit it,” Sam snorted. “You know you have a fucking beautiful voice.”

“Come on, Dan the Man!” Jake encouraged him. That was enough coaxing to motivate Danny to move to the binder and pick a song. He was doing a good job hiding it but, out of all the guys, Danny had managed to sneak in the most drinks for the evening, so his head was spinning as he searched through the song selection. He wanted to sing a song that was hard, but he also didn’t want to make their evening turn into a competition.

“Aha,” Danny whispered.

“Four, tres, two, uno,” the backing vocals on the karaoke track counted Danny in.

“What?” Josh cocked his head to the side.

“Listen up, y’all, ‘cuz this is it, the beat that I’m banging is delicious.”

“Fergalicious, definition, make them boys go loco,” Danny started to sing softly. Sure, he had grown up with the Kiszka brothers by his side and sang on plenty of tracks with them over the years, but it was still nerve wracking to sing in their presence.

“Oh god,” Sam groaned out. “I’m out of here.”

Sam stood to his bare feet (he had ditched his shoes the second he came into the room) and started to stomp to the door when Jake reached up to hold him in place.

“Quit being such a punkass bitch,” Jake warned him. Sam took note that Jake was starting to sound more like Oliver Reed, which was a sign that any trace of Jake was going to be replaced soon by a crazed, British lunatic. He didn’t want to get on Oliver Reed’s bad side, so he quickly took a seat back by Josh.

Danny’s confidence was building as he got farther into the song and, before he knew it, he was whipping his head to the music, his curls flying around.

“Fergalicious definition, make them boys go crazy,” Danny continued, “They always claim they know me, comin’ to me, call me Stacy.”

“Hey Stacy,” Jake leaned over Josh to call out in his Oliver Reed voice. Danny had to take a brief pause from singing to collect himself since he started to laugh hard at Oliver Reed’s sudden appearance.

“Make it end,” Sam wailed, taking his turn to cover his ears. Danny moved to his side and forced him up to his feet to give him a twirl.

“I’m Fergalicious, my body stay vicious, I be up in the gym just working on my fitness, he’s my witness,” Danny continued while spinning a really dizzy Sam around.

“OOOOH WEEEEEEE!” Oliver Reed sprung to his feet and hollered, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his hands up into fists. Josh stared at his twin in awe. He must have had a lot more drinks than Josh had realized.

Sam collapsed back onto the couch after Danny finished spinning him, looking in a daze. But that didn’t stop him from downing the rest of his margarita.

“Help me,” he whispered across the room to Josh. Josh could only shrug back at him.

Danny and Oliver Reed were now dancing in the middle of the room, shaking their asses like there was no tomorrow. Oliver Reed even went out of his way to do a pretty impressive hair flip, even though it would have been even better if his hair was still on the longer side. The lights seemed to sync up with the song as different hues of blue, red, green, and yellow flashed on Josh and Sam’s faces as they watched their two friends absolutely lose their minds to the song.

The room finally stopped spinning for Sam, but it was replaced with the feeling of a headache that was bound to erupt at any second. It didn’t help that the bass thumping through the speakers was vibrating his skull. Josh perked up from his seat and shot up to his feet.

“Jake, no!” he called out as Oliver Reed lifted a foot up onto the table. “Jake, no, don’t,” Josh tried again, but to no avail. Oliver Reed let out a gruff grunt and pushed himself up onto the table, its legs shaking at the added weight.

“WOOOO!” Oliver Reed screamed down at a surprised Josh. “I AM A GOD!”

It was hard to focus on Oliver Reed’s hijinks because, in front of him, Danny broke into the rap part, hitting each bar perfectly.

“All the time I turn around brothers gather round, always looking at me up and down, looking at my uhh, I just wanna say it now, I ain’t tryin’ to round up drama little mama, I don’t wanna take your man.”

Oliver Reed, a little bit too fired by Danny’s performance, attempted to jump up and down but instead lost his balance and kicked off the table, landing on his back with a loud crack. Danny seemed entirely unbothered by Oliver Reed’s accident.

“And I know I’m comin’ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it, but I’m tryin’ to tell that I can’t be treated like clientele, cause they say she’s delicious,” he continued to spit bars.

“Owwww,” Oliver Reed groaned from the floor, clutching at his side. He heard Danny finish out his verse which filled him back with life since he lurched to his feet and continued to thrash around. Josh had been on the verge of rushing to Oliver Reed’s side, but instead stopped and gaped at his brother in horror. The alcohol content in those margaritas had to be off the charts.

The song came to a close and Danny, still feeling adrenaline from his performance, proceeded to chuck the microphone as hard as he could at the wall. They all flinched when it slammed against the black wallpaper and clamored to the floor. Since it was closest to Sam, he picked up the microphone and tapped on it a few times.

“It’s broken,” he announced.

Before Oliver Reed could call Danny a “fucking wanker” for breaking the mic, an employee knocked on the door and poked his head inside the room.

“We got a few noise complaints. Someone mentioned something about the loud sound of a body dropping? Are you all good here?”

PEACHY!” Oliver Reed hollered at the man, spraying his spit everywhere. The guy’s eyes tracked down to the empty glasses and bottles that were starting to fill their room, and then eyed the timer above the door. They had only been in there for about twenty-five minutes.

“Fucking hell,” the guy muttered, closing the door back shut.

“What do we do?” Danny turned to Sam, suddenly starting to feel guilty. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the twins’ birthday with his own recklessness. Sam shook his head.

“Beats me,” he replied. He was frankly surprised that, out of the group, he and Josh seemed to be the most level-headed people there. Talk about opposite day.

“We need to hurry before the peelers find us,” Jake whipped his head around, searching for an escape route. “They’ll never catch me alive.”

Before any of them could stop him, Jake tore for the door, struggled to turn the knob, and then sprinted through the lobby area and out onto the street, his teeth clenched and his head down to reach Olympic speeds.

“Man,” Sam sighed as he watched his older, very drunk brother disappear from sight. “We’re gonna have to spend the rest of the night looking for him, aren’t we?”

“No,” Josh shook his head. “He’ll be in the park hiding in a bush. This isn’t his first time running from the ‘peelers.’”

“Do you think they’re gonna make me pay a fine for property damage?” Danny had to ask as he stared between the broken microphone laying on the ground and the decent-sized crater that had formed in the wall.

“Not if you move to Brazil and change your name,” Josh joked.

“Danny, we’re loaded after that last tour,” Sam reminded him. “This is the kind of shit we can pull now that we’re world famous rockstars.”

Danny was feeling too disoriented to argue with Sam that he doubted they were that famous, so he let Sam lead the way out of the private room, through the lobby, and out the front door that Oliver Reed had just rushed through.

While they strolled to the park to retrieve their brother, Sam placed a hand on Josh’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry things kinda turned south,” he apologized. “This must feel like a shitty birthday.”

“Are you kidding me?” Josh let out a hearty laugh. “Anytime Oliver Reed comes out, it’s a party. Hell, I’m just glad that we were able to get out and do something. And I got to hear Danny rap? C’mon, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate 27.”

“Arr,” Oliver Reed agreed from inside a bush they had just passed. The three men abruptly stopped and then turned around to try and find where the sound had come from. Slowly Oliver Reed revealed himself, his head just barely poking above the juniper shrub.

“Jesus, Jake,” Danny had to catch his breath. Josh gave Sam a smug grin.

“I told you he was going to be in a bush.”

“And a fine bush at that,” Oliver Reed declared as he struggled to untangle himself from the complex pattern of branches. “Ah, fuck,” he cursed as he stumbled around and fell back in the foliage. Josh lurched forward to help pick him back upright. “Cheers,” Oliver Reed grunted as he brushed twigs off of his shirt and pants. “Nice to see the pigs didn’t come to round you up.”

“Nice to see that you’re still alive and well, Oliver,” Josh commented back.

“Ay,” Oliver Reed let out a few barking laughs. “I can never die!”

He walked a few paces ahead of Josh, Sam, and Danny, and then turned in a confused circle.

“Where does a guy have to go to get a fucking drink around here?” he complained.

“Back at my place,” Sam was quick to answer. “You shouldn’t be in public right now.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Oliver Reed huffed, and then started trekking back towards Sam’s Tesla.

“Hey!” Josh called up to his brother.

“WHAT?” Oliver Reed hollered back.

“Happy Birthday, brother!” Josh shouted.

“Ah, ha ha ha!” Oliver Reed let out his signature cackle. Then, he started to do a drunken jig up ahead on the sidewalk.

“They say it’s your birthday, well it’s my birthday too, yeh…”

“I think he had a good birthday,” Danny decided as he watched Oliver Reed air guitar and scat to The Beatles song.

“In that case, we did good,” Sam said, wrapping his arms around Danny and Josh.

“Right-o,” Josh agreed, grinning around at everyone. “27 feels good so far.”

“I’m glad it’s your birthday, happy birthday to you,” Oliver Reed screeched ahead.

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Invisobang: Portal Safety

Summary: Danny can’t stop the thoughts, the constant intrusion of thoughts saying he should be doing more. He’s endangering them.

He steps into the portal to get rid of Phantom forever. That’s the only way to protect them, the only way to get rid of these thoughts, right?

It turns out recreating the accident that half-killed you isn’t the best method to bring yourself back to life. It’s far more likely to kill you fully. The wonderful @norman-smsl-guidancecounselor and @amaxeart collaborated to create three art pieces for the fic. Check out their tumblrs or the Ao3 to see their incredible work! Ao3 link in reblog. Content warnings and chapter one after the cut.

Content Warnings:

Chapter one specifically: Obsessive thoughts, accidental death following suicidal thoughts, descriptions of corpses, burn injuries, grief and loss, major character death, unlawful arrest.

Fic as a whole: Death, obsessive thoughts, obsessive compulsive disorder, accidental death following suicidal thoughts (borderline), bodies/corpses, grief and bereavement, jail, unlawful imprisonment (including of a character of colour), panic attacks, court-ordered mental health treatment, murder, medical treatment. Chapter One - The Road to Hell is on a railway line (or in your parent's basement)

It started slowly, subtly, and at the same time it was like a punch to a gut. It started when he first defended his friends from ghosts that had come through the portal. The portal that he'd opened. It hadn't worked when his parents tried it. It had been Danny who had opened it even if it was just by accident. Back then he probably would have wanted to if he’d thought about it. He would have wanted to help cheer up his parents and help them be less disappointed that their amazing invention hadn't worked. He wasn't sure when he started to wish that he hadn't opened it. Protecting people seemed so obvious at first.

This was his home. Ghosts were coming through and attacking people because of him. He had to make a stand. He wasn't gonna let anyone else get hurt. He wasn't gonna let anyone else get hurt like he'd been. This was his home.

It wasn't like he set out to be like a superhero. At first he was just trying to hide his ghost side from his parents, and then he didn't want the ghosts to hurt anyone. He was trying to keep it secret.

He'd read superhero comics and he'd seen superhero cartoons. Now he found himself looking to them for inspiration with dealing with his problems. It didn't help as much as had hoped, but he could get some comfort that he was at least trying to do the right thing.

If you have the power to protect people, you use it. Someone had to do it, and Danny was the only one who could.

That might have been when it started. He couldn't be sure.

He fought the octopodes. He had to, right? He had powers and his friends were in danger and somehow it just happened.

Then it kept happening. He fought ghost after ghost after ghost, a never-ending conveyor belt of villains that never stopped coming for him.

He had to protect Amity. This was his home. This was his responsibility. He had powers and he should use them.

He wasn't sure when the thoughts darkened, but they were incessant, biting at him that it was all his fault for opening the portal. That the damage ghosts like Skulker did was only because they were here for him.

Danny had failed to recognise Spectra for what she was. She wasn’t the last one. He'd failed over and over.

He kept putting the people he loved in danger.

It didn’t help that people started to assume that it was his responsibility to protect them.

“Phantom will do it.”

“Danny, you have to.”

The fact that Sam had forced — even made — Danny to go into the portal a second time after her wish overwrote reality was pretty telling.

It was his responsibility to protect the town from ghosts. To make up for the fact that he’d been the one to open the portal. To make up for the fact that all of it was his fault.

His parents had spoken to him about ghosts.

“They’re driven by obsessions— twisted fantasies which they didn't manage to fulfil in life. they'll do anything to fulfil these obsessions now. There's no limits. That's one of the reasons they're so dangerous. That and the fact that they're born of malicious cruelty. They simply don't have the capacity for anything else.”

Danny knew that his parents were wrong about some, alright, most of their theories about ghosts. He himself was evidence that they didn't know it all. But something about what she said struck a chord because this wasn't exactly wrong. Well, the bit about the obsessions, not the innate cruelty.

It seemed to match up with the facts. There was the lunch lady and her reaction to the change in the school menu. There was Technus and technology. There was Skulker and his obsession with hunting the most difficult prey. Box Ghost (‘nuff said).

It took him a while to figure out that he was ghost enough to have an obsession himself.

“If all ghosts have obsessions, what’s yours?” Jazz looked concerned for him. Maybe she was worried he’d lose himself.

“Space, right?” Tucker suggested. Then he frowned. “Actually, you haven’t gone on one of your space rambles for ages.”

Danny shrugged. “Guess ghost stuff sorta took over.” He felt a pang of distress, but he almost couldn’t be bothered to react. He knew his passion for space was waning, or rather he hadn’t had time to indulge in it. It was impossible to find time between school, parents, ghosts and trying to still be a good friend to Sam and Tucker.

“Well, that sucks.” Tucker said. “Is it healthy for a ghost to ignore their obsession?”

“Space isn’t Danny’s obsession.” Sam scoffed. “That’s just something he likes. Like if you were a ghost and someone said your obsession was meat instead of technology. It wouldn’t be too far off, maybe, but technology still wins out.”

“Well, what do you think Danny’s obsession is then?” Tucker demanded.

“It’s obvious. It’s protection.” Sam spoke with absolute certainty. “Protecting everyone from the ghosts, right Danny?”

“Huh.” He said, not quite able to respond. “Maybe? It’s definitely what I spend most of my time on. But I’m still half-human, remember? I probably don’t have an obsession.”

Bitterness churned in his stomach, but he ignored it. He was good at that.

Jazz was still frowning, but she nodded. “Maybe it’s a more human obsession, rather than a ghostly one.”

“What do you mean?” Danny asked, but he never got an answer. A poorly timed scream and an exhale of cold air diverted his attention, and by the time he’d defeated the ghost (Technus again) the conversation about obsessions was far from everyone’s minds.

Danny didn’t know when he realised that he could no longer name all the astronauts who had been to the moon, or remember what the most recent space missions were. He didn’t have room for it in his mind anymore. At least he could still fly a space shuttle when he needed to make a getaway from the GIW.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how he needed to protect them.

He had to stop Skulker from hurting innocent people while trying to hunt him. He had to make up for opening the portal. He had to make up for not just dying properly like he should’ve when electricity and radiation and ectoplasm poured through him. It still felt like the pain should have killed him. The agony that shot through his body, burning him till he was aware of pain in every part of him. A thousand bolts of lightning and a thousand fires, all inside him. The torture of knowing this was it, not able to think through the pain that was unlike anything else. His nightmares taunted him with the fear that it would happen again, that the portal would destroy him for good.

Staying up at night watching videos on fighting instead of videos on space. Sleeping through the launch of a space shuttle that he once would have tracked eagerly with any means available. Missing a school trip to a planetarium because it wasn’t in town and he couldn’t leave the city. What if a ghost had attacked while he was gone?

“You can’t be everywhere, little brother.” Jazz had told him, kissing him on the head. “You’re doing great.”

He was? Good. That meant he had to keep doing the same thing and never, never, never stop.

Danny had control. He knew he had to prioritise saving people. Any other life, any life, was more important than his.

Saving people and keeping his secret. Those were the priorities.

The Master’s Blasters changed all that. Sure, they were funded by Vlad, but they were doing a much better job of protecting Amity Park. All Danny was doing was failing and humiliating himself. He hated that he was seen and photographed in just his underwear, not once but three times. Everyone could see his vulnerabilities, everyone could see how he looked. He was lucky, he thought bitterly, that his parents didn’t pay enough attention to realise who he was. They pored over those pictures of Phantom in a way that made Danny’s skin crawl, looking for weaknesses or identifying marks to give them clues. They wanted to see if there were any signs of how Phantom died.

There were, but they weren’t visible on the pictures. He wasn’t sure why. A natural ghostly instinct to obscure his cause of death? Bad photography? Perhaps it had even been photoshopped to hide his scars.

They weren’t that visible, not truly.

He’d been lucky. He’d come so close to blowing his secret.

Not that his parents had ever seen most of his scars. Still, they might have figured out how he died, and he never wanted to have that used against him.

He’d been lucky.

The Masters’s Blasters were far more competent. He was just a stupid kid, fumbling around and making mistakes until he finally did something right occasionally. He failed again and again and again. He was lucky the Master’s Blasters were there to protect everyone, because he clearly couldn’t. He could barely protect himself, and he didn’t even matter.

Then there was the incident with the parade balloon.

It felt like there was a ghost nearby, his skin cold and his breath catching, and he’d seen it and just reacted. He hadn’t thought. And where a ghost might have dodged or controlled their fall, the parade balloon did not. It fell, nearly hitting Sam and Tucker. It would have hit Sam and Tucker if not for the Master’s Blasters. He could have killed his best friends. He had failed. He couldn’t protect them. In fact, all his being Phantom had ever done was endanger them. Dragging them into situations like fights with Skulker or Technus, bringing the dangerous ghosts to Amity by opening the damned portal, and now by nearly killing them himself. His future self had even consciously tried to kill them. His ghost self.

He had to stop this, find a way to stop Phantom from putting everyone he loved in danger. He had to keep them safe. He never should have even tried.

All he did, all he’d ever done, was fail.

Danny’s mind was going around in circles. He couldn’t help anyone anymore, couldn’t protect them. All he did was endanger them and risk his life.

“I always knew that Phantom kid was a menace!” Jack proclaimed. “Not only did he nearly kill Sam and Tucker, but he destroyed a perfectly good parade balloon and that’s just plain un-American.”

The words repeated in Danny’s mind.

Nearly killed Sam and Tucker.

Not only did he nearly kill Sam and Tucker…

He’d nearly killed Sam and Tucker.

He’d wanted to protect them, but he wasn’t needed and all he was doing was causing problems. He nearly killed them! Sam and Tucker!

He felt a shiver through his whole body. He tried to grab hold of the feeling, like something crawling through his skin and through his blood, but he couldn’t force it down. He could barely hear the things his parents and friends were saying. Something about the Fenton Portal being back to the way it had been back at the beginning.

It did look like it had back then. He tried to push the memory away, push away the feeling of electricity burning through his veins.

He’d survived it once. All it had done was make him into a monster, a monster who couldn’t protect any one and only endangered them.

He’d nearly killed Sam and Tucker, and how many times had he endangered them and everyone else? Vlad had hurt the town because of him. Skulker had come because of him.

He failed to protect them. All he did was make things worse.

“Can we stop talking about my powers, please?” He begged, aware his voice sounded angry. “They’re causing me nothing but problems lately.” Causing everyone problems. He nearly killed Sam and Tucker. “I’m starting to think that maybe we’d be better off without ‘em.”

They would. They’d all be better off without him. Better off without Phantom. If he was just Danny, and no ghosts hunted him and hurt his friends or kidnapped people to hunt them. If he was just Danny and he didn’t have dangerous powers and he didn’t have to swallow down everything he felt because if he screamed like he wanted to, he could destroy everything

If he was just Danny, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone. All these thoughts, all these feelings, they’d go away, right? He wouldn’t be able to protect them—but they wouldn’t need protecting. He’d be protecting them by getting rid of Phantom!

He’d nearly killed Sam and Tucker.

“This thing gave me my powers. I wonder if it could—” He couldn’t believe he was actually saying it. He’d thought so many times that he could try to rig the portal to get rid of his powers, but now it looked so much like it had before. A little pain ( a lot of pain, a devastating amount of pain ) and everyone would be safe!

He had to do it.

“Name one good reason why I should keep my powers.”

“You’re the target of hundreds of evil ghosts. Oh, wait, that’s a bad one. I’ll go back to rhyming Phantom.”

Tucker’s words just reinforced the cycling words in his head.

He was the target of evil ghosts, from Skulker to Vlad. Ghosts came here because of him. He couldn't protect anyone.

He couldn’t protect any of them.

The doorbell rang. Pulled briefly from his swirling thoughts, brain buzzing like a wasp's nest, he watched as the Master’s Blasters entered.

He watched as they shot a net at Danny’s parents. And he didn't stop them.

“Jack and Madeline Fenton, our readings indicate an ectoplasmic entity on the premises.”

“By order of the mayor, you’re both under arrest for harbouring a ghost.”

Another time, Danny might have wondered why Vlad was arresting his mom as well as his dad. He didn’t care. He was too furious.

They didn’t even know he was a ghost and they were still being arrested because of him. How could he protect them if they were in jail? If Vlad could get them arrested, if they were trapped and imprisoned?

No. Phantom was a danger and he needed to protect his family, his friends, his town, from everything that Phantom caused.

“That does it! I’m going ghost! Can’t catch ghosts anymore, almost hurt my friends—”

He transformed. It made no difference to the buzzing in his brain, even as he flew downward. He wanted to yell, wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. That would hurt everyone.

“Now my parents are arrested because of me?”

All the danger they’re in, all the danger everyone has been in, is because of me.

He powered up the portal. His skin scrawled and he couldn’t breathe—he didn’t need to breathe, why did it feel so awful—

He just had to do it. A little pain ( a lot of pain ) to protect them.

If he did this, they'd be safe. Just a few minutes. Just a few minutes, and then it would be over and he wouldn’t be endangering anyone anymore.

“Sorry, guys.” A lump in his throat, with his mind almost throbbing with the overload of thoughts, endless echoes and insistent pushes towards what he was going to do. It was a physical thing, the feeling of urgency spreading like ants swarming and through his veins and body, crawling up his arms.

He pressed the button. He pressed the button. He pressed the button on purpose.

Then it was the pain. Ancients, had he forgotten how bad it was? What could compare to this? Everything hurt—he screamed— no, he can’t scream, he can’t, he’ll kill them —he swallowed as much as he could but someone was screaming, a human scream, pain shooting through him like every wound he’d received fighting ghosts all at once. Worse.

This was worse — he was burning, and his ghost form wavered, and he was human, and he was ghost, and he was human—

Pain. Then nothing.

Danny was screaming. It was so loud, it felt like the house should come down from the power of it. The room shook, and for a second Sam’s heart was in her throat thinking he was going to use his wail, but he swallowed it back. He screamed and screamed, and it was so loud and so awful and she’d hoped she’d never hear him scream like that again—

He stopped.

He didn’t come out.

“D-Danny?” Jazz called. “Danny?”

Sam stepped towards the portal, careful not to touch anything, and nearly screamed herself.

Lying in the middle of the portal, human as could be, was...

Sam had never seen an electrocuted body before. Never seen a body before at all. Maybe he was alive, maybe he was—

A small light next to him, growing brighter, forming into a humanoid figure.

Phantom blinked at them, scars glowing, and fell out of the portal, pushing the body before him.

The body. Burnt. Not breathing.

“Oh my god.” Sam whispered. “Oh my god, oh my god, Danny!”

She leant down to the body—no, Danny. He couldn’t be fully dead, that wasn't how this was meant to work, it couldn’t have killed him, it wouldn’t have—

Danny wasn’t breathing. Phantom’s form kept changing, bits flicking and vanishing. Sparks shot from his skin and he whimpered.

Sam didn’t know if it was safe to touch Danny. Would she be shocked too? He wasn’t in the portal or touching the portal anymore. Surely any electricity would be grounded, or at least she thought so.

“Danny. Danny. Danny!” Jazz knelt down next to her. Tucker was next to Phantom.

Sam took his pulse. She bent towards his face.

He wasn’t breathing.

“Danny, how do you feel?” That was Tucker, talking to Phantom. Phantom who was separated from Danny, Danny who was a dead and burnt body on the ground.

All that came from Phantom was a groan.

“Maybe there’s some ecto-dejecto somewhere. I don’t know—”

The door to the basement opened.

“Greetings, dude. We’re here to, like, police the premises for—oh my god! Ew ew ew! Is that a body?”

“I did not sign up for dead bodies!”

“Phantom killed someone!”

“Vid, get the ghost!”

“NO!” Sam moved to stand in front of Phantom. “You can't! If you want him, you have to go through me first!” Her eyes were stinging, her cheeks felt wet and raw —

“And me. You’re not hurting him!” Jazz’s eyes burned with fury. “We won’t let you!”

“Step aside or we’ll arrest you as well! Mayor Masters doesn’t want anyone harbouring a ghost — ”

“You aren’t hurting him!” Tucker stabbed at his PDA, fingers moving rapidly. Something flashed on Download’s suit, and Tucker cursed.

“You trying to hack our stuff, nerd?”

“You’re definitely under arrest, right after we destroy that ghost.”

“No… no…” Phantom whispered, voice tight. “No.”

The Masters Blasters shot the net at Sam and Jazz. Jazz rolled out of the way, Sam dodging in the other direction —

And the net hit Phantom. Phantom whimpered again, not seeming fully aware of what was happening.

Tucker whirled to face a computer and typed at what seemed an impossible speed.

“Get him into the Zone! They can’t get him there!”

Sam tried to grab Phantom, but the net seemed to glue him to the ground.

“I can’t move him! He’s tangible, the net — ”

“There’s no getting through that net.” Download gloated. “Now get out of the way or I’ll shoot through you.”

Sam paused. She held up her hands.

“You would shoot a poor, defenceless kid? I don’t think that will help Mayor Masters in the polls, especially after he shot Danny that time. You really want him mad at you?”

They paused.

“Get him in the thermos!” She whispered.

Jazz fumbled for the thermos on the side, and pointed it at Phantom. There was a moment when nothing happened, then a shriek of pain and Phantom was gone.

“There, we got rid of the ghost for you. It’s gone. We did your job for you so you can just go! Get out!”

“You wouldn’t let us kill the ghost so you killed the ghost? Dude, that doesn’t even make sense-”

“They didn’t kill it. It’s in that thing. Besides, you can’t kill what’s already dead.” Download sneered. “Hand over the ghost or we’ll get you charged as accomplices to murder as well as harbouring the ghost.”

Sam grabbed the thermos from Jazz.

“Okay, we’ll hand him over — ”

Tucker stopped typing.

Sam whirled and tossed the thermos towards the portal, towards the button that Danny had pushed, and she hoped with all her heart that it would work —

The thermos hit the button and bounced- the green swirls of the portal came back into existence — and the thermos fell through.

Phantom was in the ghost zone.

A net wrapped around Sam. She struggled, hearing two thumps as Tucker and Jazz fell to the floor. Tucker fell against the console, managing to press buttons through the net as he did.

The portal closed. The green swirls vanished.

“He’s safe.” Tucker said in a choked voice. “Phantom is safe.”

He couldn’t say Danny. Not when he’d fallen on the floor next to Danny’s charred body.

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Face to Face - Chapter 48

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

First -> Last -> Next

Word Count: 4,081

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Note: It's been so long since I've updated this story! But it was my birthday on Monday so have a special chapter to celebrate!

“Other Danny said he’s coming.” Tucker said, putting his phone away.

Fenton gave a nod from where he was splayed out on the grass. His eyes flickered to the sky, nebulous worrying swirling through his insides. And…. his mind drifted away.

While his body was in the park laying between his two friends, his consciousness was in his room at home. His, or rather Phantom’s, gloved hands reached for his jacket.

“Hey, Fenton.” The ghost acknowledged, sensing his presence.

A wordless question, a wisp of a curious thought, was projected by Fenton. Phantom answered, bringing the memory to the surface.

The human remembered. The plan to make ecto-infused cookies. The frozen butter. Phantom’s panicked confession. Mom’s comforting words. Fenton had slipped away and the woman had just hugged him tighter. They’d cleaned up the butter. And… the last question. Why did you take so long to come home?

“Mom said we need to talk about that later.” Phantom said what Fenton already knew.

Alright. I guess… we’ll have to. Fenton’s stomach dropped at the thought.

His ghost gave a shrugged, pulling the hoodie over his head. “Yeah.” He muttered, shoulders low.

Human Danny winced in sympathy. The worry seemed to double, anxious butterflies swirling in both his body’s. But… Fenton pressed forward, focused more on being here, with Phantom.

Illusionary lungs breathed deeply. Ghostly arms tightened over his chest. “It’s gonna be okay. Let’s just… focus on having fun with Sam and Tuck. We can worry about this later.”

The human felt himself smile, both his mouths. “Alright.” That was just Phantom, through the ghost’s mouth. “I’ll see you soon.” The hands touching his crossed upper arms squeezed. “That’s me hugging you back, dork.”

You’re a dork. Fenton rolled his eyes fondly. See ya.

With that, the human let himself pull away. He sighed, opening his eyes to the sky.

“-nny. Danny? You with us man?” That was Tucker’s voice.

Fenton pushed himself up to his elbows, looking at his friend. “Yeah. Sorry. I was with Phantom.”

Sam raised a brow. “Is everything alright? That’s the second time in like five minutes.”

The human Danny almost wanted to roll his eyes. Of course, when he’d just told his other half to not worry about this right now, now he gets asked.

Instead, Fenton sighed. “Yeah. It’s…” He sat up fully, running fingers through his hair. “Phantom accidentally told Mom about…” He trailed off, eyes widening in realization.

“About?” Tucker asked, motioning him to continue.

“About…. Well…” Human Danny coughed, blushing sheepishly. “We hadn’t told you guys but… Phantom accidentally cold-burned me the night before we told Mom and Dad about him.”

Sam opened her mouth, hard eyes wanting to press. But Fenton held out his hands, interrupting. “Yes. We probably should have told you guys earlier. Honestly, it kinda skipped my mind but the point is… that made her wonder where Phantom was the first week after we split. She asked why… why it took a week to tell them. And now we’re gonna have to talk to Mom and Dad and tell them about… about…. How…” He shook his head, pulling his arms to his chest. “You know…. You know what Phantom thought that first week. What he said, when I…reintroduced him at Sam’s….”

For just a moment, both friends’ brows furrowed in confusion. Then…

“Oh.” The goth’s expression softened.

“He tried to say you and him weren’t the same person.” Tucker added quietly.

Human Danny shivered, frowning. He didn’t exactly need that clarification. Or want to be reminded. But…. the boy nodded. “Yeah. I guess…. We’re just worried about having to have that conversation.”

“I get it. I’d be nervous too. But…” The technogeek put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know it’ll be okay.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed. “As much as I’m shocked to say it, I’m sure they’ll listen to you. They were really great last weekend.”

“I know.” Fenton nodded, still frowning. “They’ve been doing a lot better, especially Mom. But…” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m still nervous.”

His friends gave him understanding, sympathetic looks. Just their presence was a nice comfort. Still… the bad feelings were hard to shake.

Just then, human Danny shivered but for a different reason than before. A touch of cold brushed the edge of his consciousness. He looked up, eyes falling to the seemingly empty air beside one of the trees edging the playground. His lips quirked up, the beginning of a smile.

Visible, Phantom stepped out from behind a tree. He waved, hurrying over to the small group. The ghost stopped beside Tucker, his hands on his hips. “You were just telling me not to worry.” He glared at Fenton, completely without heat. “I could feel your anxiety the whole way here.”

Human Danny rolled his eyes, half-smiling. “It’s nice to see you too.”

The ghost shook his head, half smiling. He stepped forward, pulling his human to his feet. “Hey Sam. Hey Tucker.” The other two waved in greeting. “Let’s play frisbee or something.”

Sam stood, whipping grass off her skirt. “You’re on.” She jogged across the field, towards a pole holding a basket and bright, multi-colored plastic discs.

Tucker groaned. “No. I don’t wanna run.”

Both Dannys laughed.

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“Over here! Over here!” Human Danny waved his hands enthusiastically.

Sam crouched near the trees, body tense. Her eyes searched rapidly. To Tucker and Phantom…. They both had her pinned. Her eyes flickered from the technogeek, to Fenton, and then… “Danny!” She fiend, flicking her wrist towards the ghost.

Phantom smirked, jumping forward. “Ready to hand it over?”

“Nope.” The goth threw the disco over his head.

“Hey!” Tucker protested.

At the same time. “I’ve got it!” Fenton ran.

The technogeek and ghost turned, running towards the frisbee. Human Danny’s eyes widened. The disc was falling fast, Tucker just the smallest bit closer. Fenton jumped, reaching up. So did Tucker, leaping towards the prize.

“Got it!” Human Danny’s hand grabbed the frisbee. He landed, stumbling slightly.

Tucker’s landing wasn’t as graceful. “Umph!” He groaned, landing on his stomach.

“Sorry Tuck.” Phantom grinned, a little sheepish.

The technogeek pulled his head up, spitting out a mouth full of grass. He glared at Fenton. “You cheated!”

Human Danny’s brow wrinkled, hand out. “How did I cheat?”

“You’re not supposed to use your powers.” Tucker complained, voice lowering.

Fenton just felt more baffled. “I don’t exactly have any powers to use right now?” He motioned to his ghost. “They’re all over there.”

Phantom grinned, waving. “And they’re all on your team.”

The technogeek just huffed, muttering something into the grass.

Sam jogged over to the three boys. “You’re just a sore loser.” She leaned forward, grinning at Tucker teasingly. “Upset that you haven’t caught the frisbee even once.”

The glasses-wearing boy sat up. “We’ve been playing for at least thirty minutes. And. Not. Even. Once!” He held up his hands. “You guys have to be cheating! Or…” He glared at Sam. “You’re doing this on purpose. This is bullying!”

Ghost Danny also leaned down, grin less teasing than Sam’s but still full of mirth. “You know, you have to actually run if you’re going to catch it.”

“I did run!” Tucker argued.

“You have to run more than one time.” Fenton countered, an eyebrow raised.

The technogeek opened his mouth to reply but then closed it, seeing he was caught. “You got me there.”

Human Danny chuckled, offering a hand to pull his friend to his feet. “How about we take a break? Get a snack, something to drink?” Tucker nodded, taking the hand.

The friends walked over to their bags. Fenton flopped down beside his, quickly grabbing his water bottle. He drank several gulps before handing it to Phantom, who sat beside him.

This was nice, Human Danny thought, eyes falling over the scene. There was the playground to his right, full of laughing children. The basketball courts to the left, with a few kids from their school. To his back, the soft splashing of the fountain, in the middle of the paved paths crossing the park. And in front of him…. The grassy field, set up with baskets for frisbee golf. Trees marked the other end of the space, a small patch of woods trailing to the other side of the playground and blocking the views of the surrounding buildings.

Fenton sighed, whipping his sweaty forehead. That had been fun, even if he was a little tired now. Just hanging out with his friends, doing something so normal and mundane. His muscles relaxed, freed from their prior tension. He’d… he’d really needed that.

The friends talked for a bit, laughing and gossiping about school. Finally, Sam stood. “How about another round?”

“I’m game.” Tucker agreed, standing.

Phantom nodded, just catching himself before he floated. Instead, he pushed himself up. “Me..too.”

Fenton tensed, taking in his counterpart’s wide, uncertain eyes. The boy started to turn. What was he-

Oh.

The sky over the field rippled, like heat wafting off of concrete in summer. But… it was green. Human Danny pushed himself up, mind spinning. The green darkened and swirled. His mouth dried. A ripping sound, like thunder. And…

“That’s a portal.” Phantom sounded as numb, as shocked as he felt.

Just like in the basement at home….. A song, a quiet buzzing, both pushed and pulled him. But…. the rift shimmered, sharp and jagged, more chaotic than the one his parents had opened.

“What’s that?” Beside him, Tucker pointed.

“Phantom just said.” Fenton’s brow furrowed. “It’s a-”

He blinked, cutting himself off. That was a claw. His stomach churned as a pale blue scaly paw, nearly the size of his whole body, exited the chasm in the sky. A whole arm. Then in a blink…. a mouthy maw, reptilian snout, curled green horns. A head, attached to a serpentine neck.

Human Danny stared, uncomprehending as the beast… ghost?....Pulled itself through. What…. What was this?

“That’s a dragon.” Sam’s voice, not scared but… awed, excited. “That’s a dragon!”

The creature… the dragon… seemed to register the words. Its head turned, pulling itself farther through the portal. A red eye, the size of his head, fell on Fenton. The pupil narrowed into a slit.

Silence. Just the sound of his short breaths. Then… the puff of smoke from great nostrils.

“Run!” Someone yelled.

Chaos fell. Pounding feet. Screaming. Shouting. Human Danny didn’t register, numb and shocked, held captive by the gaze.

“Danny! Danny!” Someone, maybe Sam, maybe Tucker was calling him, pulling him along.

The dragon pulled itself the rest of the way through, the portal disappearing with a pop. The scaly head whipped back. An angry snarl rumbled the empty air.

Hands pushed him down. He was on the other side of the fountain. When had that happened?

“We need to call his parents.” Sam was saying.

“A dragon, Sam!” Tucker waved, pointed to said reptile. “How are they gonna deal with a dragon?!”

“I don’t know!” The goth pulled at her hair, rapidly swiping on her phone.

Deep, rumbling growls echoed behind them. “Ball. Want ball.”

“Is it… talking?” The technogeek gasped out.

Fenton’s head whipped side to side, a cold dread falling over him. “Where’s Phantom?”

“Ball? Are you saying ball?” His own echoing voice.

Human Danny whipped around, peering over the wall of the fountain. There was his other half, floating right where they’d left him.

“Ball!” The creature roared.

“Danny!” Fenton hissed.

The ghost hazarded a glance back but didn’t reply. Instead, he faced the dragon again. “You want a ball?” He floated sideways, eyes pinned on the creature. He landed in front of a round, pink object and squatted. “Here. Here’s a ball.” Phantom held out the rubber ball.

The dragon narrowed its eyes, breathing another puff of smoke. Fenton felt his stomach drop.

His ghost half, his stupidly brave ghost half, wound back his hand and threw. “Fetch!”

The dragon’s eyes flickered to the ball, following it. The object bounced, rolling back towards the playground. Human Danny held his breath. Could that… maybe… maybe that would work?

The massive head whipped back. “Toy? I don’t want a toy!” The dragon roared, the back of its throat starting to glow.

Fenton’s eyes widened. Oh, no. A stream of green fire spit from its mouth, setting the patch of grass in front of Phantom a blaze.

The ghost boy held out his hands, flickering backwards. “Hey! There’s no need for that.” His voice shook slightly but he forced it steady, calm and placating. “Let’s just talk about this.”

Another plume of fire. “I am no child!” The dragon lumbered forward, towards Phantom and…. the playground.

Fenton’s heart pounded, eyes flickering to the wooden climbing structure. The sound of crying children increased in volume. There were… there were kids hiding over there….

“Just calm down.” The dragon stepped closer, ghost Danny floating in between it and the playground.

Fenton took off running.

“Yes! I said a dragon!” Sam hissed into the phone.

Tucker yelled. “Danny! What are you doing?!”

The human ignored the call. The dragon was getting closer and those kids….

“Mommy! Mommy!” A girl’s voice hiccupped.

The boy skidded to a stop, throwing up mulch. There! Between a small climbing wall and the slide. Half a dozen kids huddled in the dark corner.

“Run!” Human Danny motioned behind him. “Get out of here.”

A thud, followed by a yelp. “Stop! I’m trying to help!”

Fenton winced at the bruise suddenly forming on his back. Phantom….

Another roar. His gaze jerked to the noise. Flames licked at the edge of the mulch.

“Hurry!” The teen insisted.

The kids didn’t have to be told twice. A brief glance at the other kids and the oldest, a boy of about ten, grabbed the hands of a younger girl and boy and ran. Another pair followed quickly after.

But the crying girl in the corner stayed. “Mommy! Mommy!”

Human Danny bent down, hurrying inside. He frowned, noticing her bloody knee. Then he blinked. This girl… he remembered. Phantom saw her, the day after they’d split, in this same park.

“Sophie, come on.” Her name appeared, just there in his head. “Let’s find your mom.”

The four year old looked up, brow wrinkled in confusion. Then…. Recognition. “Why’s your hair black now?”

Fenton didn’t have time to puzzle out the reaction. Smoke wafted, the air heating up. The boy didn’t think, pulling the girl to her feet and picking her up. He ran, carrying her with a strength he didn’t normally possess.

Cold suddenly swirled through his veins. And in his head. Ice! Ice! Come on! His own gloved hands, glowing with blue light. Yes! Ice surged forward, snuffing out the flames.

No. Both thought at the same time. I need to be here.

Fenton jerked back. He needed to focus on getting Sophie to safety.

Half a minute later, his feet hit the concrete of the parking lot.

“Sophie?! Sophie?!” A woman called frantically.

“Mommy!” The child answered, wiggling in human Danny’s hold.

The mother turned sprinting forward. “Sophie! Thank you! Thank you!” She careened to a stop, scooping her daughter out of the teen’s arms. “Are you okay? Mommy’s got you.”

“She hurt her knee.” Fenton quickly added, panting slightly from the exertion. “She was hiding under the slide.”

The woman’s gaze flickered to him, shining with gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you so much!”

Something in him buzzed pleasantly at the praise. He gave a nod. Then…. more screams behind them. Fenton glanced back, eyes widening. He turned and ran.

“Wait! Where are you going?” The woman yelled after him.

“There’s more kids!” Human Danny glanced back but didn’t stop. There were more people who needed his help.

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“Just calm down.” The dragon stepped closer, ghost Danny floating in between it and the playground.

Fenton took off running.

Phantom glanced back. What was his…. The crying kids. Oh right. The boy sighed, never more relieved to be stuck in two bodies at the same time.

The ground shaking brought ghost Danny back. Right, the dragon. It was getting closer. The teen darted to the side, towards the trees at the end of the grassy field. If he could get the creature away from the wooden structures…

“Let’s just talk about this, okay?” He held out his hands, placatingly.

The dragon turned to him, growling. Its tail whipped to the side. And…. oh no. Phantom’s eyes widened, letting out a yelp as the scally appendage knocked into him. The boy fell, rolling over the grass.

He jerked up, back twinging unhappily. “Stop! I’m trying to help!”

Another roar. Heat wafted off the creature, flames surging towards the edge of the mulch.

No. No. This was bad. There was too much fire. People would get hurt. If he could just freeze it, like the butter at home.

Phantom’s eyes widened, pushing on his core. Cold suddenly swirled through his veins. And in his head. Ice! Ice! Come on! His gloved hands glowed with blue light. Yes! Ice surged forward, snuffing out the flames.

For just a second, he was with Fenton, running across the mulch and carrying his charge to safety.

Then. No. Both thought at the same time. I need to be here.

Phantom jerked back. He needed to focus on dealing with the dragon.

“Too… tight.” In front of him, the creature grumbled, clawing at its neck.

No. Phantom’s brow wrinkled. Not at its neck.

“Get it off.” Glowing blue paws yanked at a golden collar, inlaid with a large green gem. “Get off!

“So it doesn’t like the collar.” Ghost Danny muttered. “Maybe if I get it off, it’ll calm down.” He darted to the side and up, flying behind the dragon’s neck. He reached, a hand wrapping around the chain. “If I can just…”

The dragon whipped around, jerking its head back.

Out the corner of his eye. Fenton ran along the edge of the clearing with two elementary schoolers. The creature’s tail flailed, crashing into a tree.

The creak of wood. “Look out!”

The teen shoved, pushing a six year old boy out of the way. A flurry of leaves. Human Danny hit the ground just in time, rolling into a pile of branches and leaves.

Phantom yanked on the collar, ignoring a sudden sting in his leg. “Stop! I’m trying to help you.”

“Want to go to the ball!” The dragon roared, beating its wings. It rapidly rose into the sky.

“I don’t know what that means but maybe we can do something about-.”

The serpentine neck jerked, throwing him off. Phantom tumbled head over heel. The trees. Fenton was running away, a tear in his jeans and leaves in his hair. The playground. At least it wasn’t on fire any-

Car! Turning intangible, ghost Danny sailed through the parked vehicle. He pulled on his core to slow his momentum and rolled to a stop, half phased into the pavement.

“Look Mommy!” Phantom’s head jerked up. There were Sophie and her mom, hiding crouched behind a car. The child pointed. “It’s the glowy boy. You’re not as scary as I thought. But… your hair’s white again?”

The ghost boy blinked, mind spinning. “Thanks?”

Another roar.

“Gotta go. Bye!” Phantom flew up again, driving towards the dragon which was now flapping towards the basketball court.

He darted up, grabbing at the chain. “I know you can understand me. Stop struggling!”

Again, the creature jerked and flailed. But Phantom held tight, legs wrapped around the muscular neck. There had to be some way to get this thing off. With an angry rumble, the dragon flapped up. It turned its head down and dived. Nope. That wasn’t going to-

“What are you doing?!” Ghost Danny yelled, eyes wide with panic.

There in the middle of the basketball court was Wes Weston, staring at the sky with his stupid camera.

Phantom let go of the chain and leapt. Legs snapping into a tail, he darted and curved under the dragon.

“I knew it.” The red-head pointed, visibly awed.

“Get out of here!” The creature’s hot breath puffed on his neck, much too close. But… the jock wasn’t moving. “Run, you idiot!”

Wes just stared dumbly, face paling. His eyes widened.

Ghost Danny dived, tail lashing. A massive claw swiped. He swerved, dodging bonelessly. A rumble, right behind his head. Phantom glanced. Pointy white teeth barred. Faster!

So close now. Ten feet from the frozen red-head. Five. Three. The ghost reached, arms stretching a bit farther than was natural. He grabbed Wes under his armpits.

The other teen yelled. “Hey! What the-”

Massive jaws opened. Phantom’s core pulsed, twisting with panic and fear. Too close! Too close! But he turned intangible in the nick of time, effortlessly pulling the jock into the air. The scaly maw snapped close, right where Wes had been seconds before.

The ghost boy flew, eyes searching. Where to leave Wes…. There! Hiding behind the restrooms was Kwan. Phantom sprinted forward and dropped the other teen, for just a moment registering the shocked look on Kwan's face.

Ghost Danny circled back, annoyance flaring. “Let’s get this over with!” Ectoenergy sparked in his hands.

The dragon turned. “Ball!”

“I don’t know what that means!” The boy shot, neon green ectoblast sailing forward. With a soft hiss, it impacted the wing. “Yes!” The brief puff of smoke parted, revealing no mark. “Well that was a nat one.” Phantom grumbled.

The attack just made the beast angrier. It spewed more fire. This was bad. Ghost Danny pushed out with his core. More ice!

The dragon landed, shaking the ground. Again, it pawed at the collar.

Phantom darted back. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that but-”

“Annoying boy!” The creature swiped at him.

The ghost boy dodged. More fire. Ice shot forth. He was… he was getting tired. He needed to end this!

A crash. The creaking of wood. Screams. Phantom glanced back. They’d ended up by the bathrooms again. But now it was on fire. And… his core clenched, sudden icy fear coursing through his veins. Kwan and Wes were over there. And…. Fenton!

More ice. He had to put out the fire. His human self’s heart pounded in terror. He needed to get the two jocks away but one of the beams had fallen on Wes’s leg.

Phantom screamed, suddenly back in his body. A massive paw knocked into him, claws tearing through suit and skin. His back impacted the ground painfully.

The snoot hung, barely a foot over him. Those red, slitted eyes…. He scrambled backwards. Had to get away. He had to get away. Someone was running towards him. No. Why-

A pale blue paw slammed down, holding him in place. Phantom trembled. If he could just turn intangible…

“Hey!” A rock hit the side of the dragon’s head. “Get away from him!”

Ghost Danny dragged his head up. Tucker?

Another rock. “Yeah, Lizard breath! Stop tearing up our park!” Sam looked irate, almost as fierce as the dragon.

The beast lifted its paw off him, stalking towards his friends who both took off running.

“Sam! Tucker!” Phantom pushed himself up, hand outstretched.

Almost instantly, Fenton was at his side. Blood dripped from three long cuts across his forearm. “Go from behind the head, right between the eyes.” The human pulled him to his feet. “And stop telling it you’re there!”

Phantom stared, mind spinning. “What? How-”

“Go!” Fenton pointed, shoving on one of his arms.

The human’s eyes glowed green. And… he was seeing himself. And himself. And himself. A funhouse mirror. Fenton closed his eyes.

And they were Danny. Ghostliness and humanity intertwined, core and heart a fraction of a second from synchrony. Danny took off, a new determination coursing through him. He could do this. Protecting his friends, the kids, his classmates. Helped this enraged, probably confused and afraid dragon. It felt….right.

Silently, the boy darted forward, right between the dragon’s eyes. Hands wrapped around the collar. There was a clasp and…. He tugged, pulling the chain free. The collar, or maybe a necklace?, dropped into his hands.

Instantly, the dragon began to shrink, to change shape. Seconds later left a blonde-haired, green-skinned young woman kneeling on the grass, staring sadly at her hands.

Danny gasped, shocked. The surprise was enough to pull the almost-halfa apart.

#Danny Phantom #Split Danny #Double Danny #Face to Face #my fic #Prepare for some fun action!#Dragon attack!

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Writing prompt 04:

Reformed Dan who protects dimensions under the watch of ClockWork. He ends up in DC and ends up staying there for a long time, enjoying the peace and quiet compared to his home.

Walking through fights while dancing to music and confusing everyone as they slowly lose their animosity to each other. This results in less injuries and the Justice League are just.....

Confused.

They have no clue who this guy is but he seems to have no bad days and makes them all relaxed and happy when in a serious fight. They can't tell if darkside would be effected. However it's possible.

The younger heroes have latched onto this guy as they like his good vibes and can talk for a few hour about their day to him if they had a rough one.

268 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

Writing prompt 09:

Nightwing is close to dead when he suddenly stands on his own, his injuries healing as his voice become much deeper than it should be as he speaks. "You fools are disrupting the timeline. And you will be eliminated for these actions."

Dick can only watch from inside his head as fire flares from his hands and the people he is fighting turn white as his eyes glow scarlet. Trying to run but pulled back in by an unknown force.

A brutal fight ensures as he slaughters them all cold blood with superhuman ability only a Kryptonian can rival with good training.

Dick collapses when all have been sucked of their life force and M'gann braves venturing close to help him. They don't know who that was, but they don't want to get in their bad side.

The guardian returns to his watch tower and stares at the screen as Dick is taken away to recover, looking to his left to see the timeline where he doesn't intervene beginning to collapse like that. He sighs and gives the mercy of a painless to those he can.

Hoping to not have to do that again as it is dangerous to expose himself to his "children".

304 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

Writing prompt 19:

The Fentons are on holiday, traveling across the US to places Danny has always wanted to visit in an effort to repair their relationship.

Due to the distance he has asked Dan and Dani/Ellie escort them so there is more ghosts than humans in the camper. He doesn't feel comfortable around his parents so they don't stop him from bringing them. Though he does appreciate they turned off everything and locked the lab when they learned of what they had done to him. The key in Jazz's possession at all times so they can't do anything else to her poor brother.

They arrive in Gotham to see the heroes from their hotel that night before moving on. Danny doesn't go with them to get supplies and ends up captured by the Talen thinking he his Tim Drake.

Dan is first back and now raging, Jazz allowing her parents their weapons to storm the gates of the court to destroy everything.

And that they do. Very quickly. Too quickly.

Bruce doesn't bother stopping them because he ain't about to stop them.

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Green Lantern Jazz design? Sort of.

Her hair is up so it doesn't get in her face and she covers her whole lower face as she doesn't want to count on people being oblivious idiots for her identity. Her ring is "worn" in her hair so there is no clear source to her power. Or maybe she made it invisible? Who knows. All I know is she can punch away and not be suddenly powered down if someone takes it from her hand.

Not that she would be in trouble if that did happen.

Her suit is mostly dark green and black to not look like a green highlighter and the brighter bits can be turned down she blends into the darkness of space around her. Not going invisible but definitely camouflaging.

Also since she's ecto contaminanted she has some extra abilities no others have.

Situation: Guy isn't best pleased at the new lantern on earth being more powerful than him and she just got her ring. Hal is "quietly" shutting him up best he can. It doesn't seem to be working.

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Writing prompt 06:

A few of the bat kids have discovered a favourite private bar that doesn't care for their names or ages, just that they pay for everything. They don't even try to hide their identities or masked name as no one cares. Given one of the regulars is a human sized plant thing that Ivy likes to kick around with, they shouldn't be surprised.

The name of that bar? Phantom's room.

Edit: Phantom's room: the halfway point between dimensions (some really good ideas in the comments!)

The rules are fairly simple to follow:

- Just pay for whatever you get or things will be personal

- Do not bother anyone

- Do not be overly loud

- Pets are permitted and must be cleaned up after, some warning is appreciated

- If injured, don't bleed all over the floor

- Do not ask for alcohol if under 18

- Do not approach alternate/different timeline versions of yourself as they can't see you

- Parking is free unless you are intoxicated trying to go home alone

- State allergies when ordering and something will be made

- No fighting

- Do not ask questions

Jason seems to like the tall ginger bar tender who enjoys his antics and they share scar stories to pass the time. Her dark haired partner sometimes breaks the magic for fun.

Damian likes the large security guy always on duty, nice guy with a rough past and it's nice to talk out stuff with someone willing to listen. Has he become a minor father role to him? Maybe. Does he help with his homework? Yes.

Tim likes to play chess with the blue skinned guy who sits in the corner reading, he's a good talker when not more confusing like the riddler.

Everyone has their favourite and usually visit after a patrol for some water and food before going home. If they come in injured a mysterious gel is slathered over it and they are healed 10 minutes later. Asking to take a sample home is answered with a firm no, as the stuff to can become addicting to humans.

Fair enough.

Though there is nothing online and the "owner"/cook is a boy who died at 14 and somehow still kicking around town. Some family who worked for the criminals of Gotham and got their son killed when he turned on a device, Jason's love interest seems to be the same situation.

Despite that, it takes them a while to tell Bruce as they don't want him ruining it for him. Alfred coming along one day after overhead a conversation between Dick and Jason. Only to find his favourite brand of whiskey already poured for him and an old friend who died long ago waiting to chat with him over a bottle.

He was... gone for some time with that one.

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ooh what are you studying? im a med student, in my last year. im planning to do a masters of pharmacy and maybe psychology or education, i havent decided what ill double up on.

my timezone is in hell so eid was technically yesterday for me, we go to the prayer in the park then buy flowers for everyone, and visit my grandparents for breakfast and then all the aunts. one of my aunts lives across the road from a mcdonalds, so naturally the most important tradition we have is spending our eid money there. and then we watch a movie and uber maccas again when we get home. what do you do for eid?

daredevil is pretty good, i got into it mostly bc ive read a couple comics, and matt murdock is THEE most ridiculous character ever. i love him so much in a very, im holding him by the scruff of his neck and making him take a shower. blorbo emotions. its abt a blind lawyer who is a vigilante on the side, and is determined to singlehandedly take down an entire criminal empire all by himself. its really funny when u get into the other defenders bc like. jessica jones has super stength. luke cage is bulletproof. danny rand has whatever tf he has going on. and then matt is just there,,, his super power is catholic guilt and intense rage. mf has two sticks and ends up in garbage bins more often than he probably should. hes like a damn cockroach, he just doesnt seem to die.

i just fuckin love superheroes u dont understand i am holding myself back from going off into a tangent. esp street level heroes, they have a completely different vibe than like, bigshot heroes such as iron man or even a lot of the dc heroes.

if ur interested, theres a fic series i recommend to everyone based around team red (thats spiderman, daredevil, and deadpool) which is a. super long and will entertain you for ages bc its broken up into digestible parts and b. absolutely hilarious. its like, what if marvel was actually good. the iteration that author created of all the characters is chefs kiss, amazing.

im gonna shut myself up rip, ill talk to you soon <33

- z

omg, wow, that's so interesting! what do you enjoy about medicine? that is so cool that you're planning on doing your masters too! those all sound like really good options of what to go into. and my program is English! also thinking of adding History as a minor since I love it

this is so sweet omg. I love that you guys do prayer in the fast and do such a sweet gesture by giving flowers to everyone. it just sounds so comforting and cozy, how you and your family have all these traditions and spend so much time eating and hanging out together. for me, I unfortunately couldn't do much for Eid because my Wifi had just started back up and I had an assignment due that day that I hadn't been able to work on LMAO. but, usually, we try to get together with my aunt, one of our only relatives sharing the city with us. and my father wants to host something in our neighbourhood for Eid, where people (neighbours, relatives, family friends, etc.) will come by and we feed them and spend time with them.

omg that sounds so fucking cool! like, the entire concept of a lawyer who also simultaneously is taking down an entire criminal empire sounds do cool. and I love ridiculous characters, it's so easy to root for them omg. aksjkajs "catholic guilt and intense rage," LMAO. I really like when there's a group and all of them have an individual power and something they bring to the table.

you can totally go on a tangent! it's so cool that you're so into them and passionate about them! my sibling is the same about certain superheroes. I honestly don't know much about them, but I have friends who adore them. what do you like most about street level heroes? are they heroes that, like, are working in a specific spot as opposed to, like, saving the whole world?

you can totally send me the fic! even if I'm not a part of the fandom, I always appreciate a good, funny fic, hehe. I'll even send it to my friend who is really into Marvel!

(also, you don't need to shut yourself up! love that you're so into it)

#answered asks #z anon

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Danny Fenton, freshman year: oh man, I hope I don't accidentally use my freakish ghost powers in school. They're so scary and horrible, I just want to be normal.

Danny Fenton, senior year wearing a Ghostbusters t-shirt with a Fenton Thermos strapped to his belt: Oh my god, I can't believe I have to go literal hours without bending the laws of biology and physics.

#danny phantom #listen #the more comfortable danny gets with his powers the more hes gonna want to use them all the time #and when he cant? its homophobic #Danny walking down the halls of school vibrating: omg I want to float so goddamn bad Sam Tuck how do you live on the ground all the time #Danny clutching his desk resisting the urge to turn invisible when Lancer is looking for volunteers to read aloud #Dannys eyes twitching as he eyes the cafeteria line and thinks how much quicker it would be to go intangibly through the crowd #once hes comfortable he will (mostly benignly) misuse and cheat with his powers #its part of him and suppressing it almost hurts

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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Not Enough

has anyone else just wanted Danny to go completely fucking feral at Dash? anyone?

yeah me too

this is some truly self-indulgent shit y'all

"Hey Fenton!"

Danny slammed his locker shut, sighing as Dash clapped him roughly on the shoulder.

"I'm throwin' a huge ass Halloween party this weekend, ghosts are all about Halloween right? You should totally come!"

It wasn't the first party Danny had been invited to since being outed as Phantom, but somehow Dash didn't seem to get the hint that he wasn't even remotely interested.

"No." Danny snapped, he threw his bag over his shoulder and turned his back on Dash, walking away without another word.

"What's your problem?"

Danny stopped, turning back around with a face of utter disdain.

"Excuse me?"

"I've been trying to be nice, but all you do is just brush me off! Like you can't even pretend to be busy or something?"

Danny stared, mouth halfway open as he tried to find the words to respond.

"Are you actually serious?" he finally choked out, almost too bewildered to be angry.

Almost.

"You're not still mad about all that stuff from before right?" Dash asked. "Like, I don't even do that shit anymore, it's over."

"Is it?" Danny's eyes flashed brightly and Dash took a half step back as the air went cold. "Because I'm pretty sure it was just yesterday that I pulled Mikey out of his locker."

"Well, yeah but that was Mikey." Dash laughed. "C'mon man, I wouldn't do that to you. We're totally cool now, so why you gotta keep blowing me off? You talk to Kwan like it's not big deal, and he used to wail on you all the time!"

Danny took a deep, slow breath, then another.

"Have you considered that maybe it's because I don't like you?" Danny said through gritted teeth.

Dash huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring at the ground.

"Look, I get it, I was a jerk, but it's over! I'm actually trying to be nice, now you're the one being an asshole."

Danny looked as though he'd been slapped.

"You're such a fucking idiot Dash." Said Danny, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. "You can't just treat someone like shit every single day for two years and then expect them to get over it because you invited them to a few parties."

"Then how come Kwan gets to hang out with you?" Dash could feel his face heating up. "You're just gonna let him off the hook? That's not fair!"

"HE APOLOGISED!"

In one thunderous moment, every locker in the hallway slammed open, sending papers and books flying across the floor. The few students still packing up their things got the fuck out of dodge, whether this was a ghost thing or a Fenton thing (was there even a difference at this point?) they wanted no part of it.

Dash couldn't move, his feet felt heavy, he wasn't entirely sure if Danny had done something to him with his ghost powers, or if he was just afraid.

Because he was certainly afraid.

Even after everyone found out, Danny still didn't use his powers at school unless it was a ghost emergency. He didn't use them for pranks, didn't use them to get even, didn't even use them to show off.

But he was sure as hell using them now, and Dash suddenly realised why he was always holding himself back.

He was terrifying.

Danny took a few steps forward, stopping barely an arm's length away from where Dash was rooted to the spot, trembling.

"Kwan apologised to me." He said, quietly this time. "He apologised to my friends, he even apologised to some other kids, and when I told him that I wasn't ready to forgive him, he accepted that and left me alone until I was ready to talk to him again."

Dash wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to make his brain form the words he needed, it was too busy buzzing with danger run danger get out run run RUN.

"You made every single day of my life miserable for two whole fucking years, and that isn't even counting the bullshit you pulled in middle school. How do you feel right now Dash? Does it scare you to be around me? Does it scare you to be at the mercy of someone that you know damn well can hurt you?" Danny leant in, grabbing a fistful of letterman jacket. "I hope it does, because now maybe you'll have an idea what it was like for me going to school every fucking day knowing that you would be there, ready and waiting to hurt me. Every single FUCKING day."

Dash found himself being thrown backwards, his feet finally able to move again as he caught himself.

"I'm s-sor-sorry." he mumbled, his lips felt numb and tingly and his head swam with panic as he struggled to get the words out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Danny's voice cracked, his face wasn't twisted in rage anymore, his eyes were blue once again, and shining with tears. "Are you really sorry for hurting me? Or are you just sorry that the guy you were beating the shit out of turned out to be Phantom?"

"I didn't... I didn't know." Dash gasped out, he could barely hear his own words, all he could hear was his own heart beating loudly in his ears as he struggled to draw in breath. "I didn't know it was like that, I just thought-"

Thought what? What had he thought? That he wasn't really hurting anyone? That it wasn't that big a deal?

No, he hadn't thought that, because he hadn't thought at all.

"And you're gonna stand here and tell me I'm an asshole." Danny was almost sobbing as he raggedly spat out each word. "Because I won't forgive you for something you never even apologised for. This is the first time you even acknowledged that you were an absolute jerk to me, and you followed it up by demanding that I just get over it."

Dash stared down at the floor, it sounded terrible when Danny put it like that.

"I wasn't... demanding anything." he said, he was embarrassed by how whiny he sounded. "I was just trying to make it up to you, I was trying, I just thought... it's not fair that I can't have second chance. I was trying so hard and all I wanted was a second chance-"

"I DON'T CARE." Danny's eyes were screwed up tight, but it didn't stop the tears of fury from pouring down his cheeks, his voice so shredded with pain it was barely recognisable. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT. I DON'T OWE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. I DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING. YOU FUCKED ME UP AND YOU. CAN'T. FIX IT."

Dash didn't know what to do. Danny was openly sobbing, his breaths came out in grunts as he couldn't hold the rage and misery back.

He was still standing within arm's reach, Dash cautiously put out a hand, to comfort him? He wasn't sure, but he barely brushed Danny's shoulder before Dash found himself spinning violently and his cheekbone exploded with sudden pain as he hit the floor. Cold hands drew away from him roughly.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." Danny screamed. "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

Dash watched as Danny grabbed his backpack and his footsteps disappeared down the hall.

It was over, just like that it was over.

Dash sat up and touched his face, he wasn't bleeding but he knew it would bruise pretty bad. It hurt, he would be squinting through one eye for a few days.

Danny could have done this to him at any time, he could have done it to him every day if he wanted, and maybe he would, now that he'd done it once.

The thought made Dash feel cold as dread pooled in his stomach.

The next day Dash told people he'd gotten his black eye from playing football, his team knew it wasn't true, but they didn't ask. He kept his eye out for Danny, wondering if he would pop up invisibly and knock him off his feet, or drag him through the floor, or hit him when nobody was looking.

He clung to Kwan's side all day, afraid to be alone.

Phantom could be anywhere, he could get him anywhere, if he wanted to hurt Dash nobody would be able to stop him.

Nobody had been able to stop Dash, and he didn't even have superpowers.

But in the end, nothing happened.

Dash went through the day untouched. Danny didn't even look his way. Not once. He just acted like yesterday never happened.

But it did happen, Dash still had the bruise on his cheek, and the terror set deep in his bones.

In the following days, weeks, months, Danny still never touched him, never looked at him, never talked to him. Dash realised that Danny probably wasn't going to do anything else after all, that maybe he hadn't even meant to hurt him in the first place.

He was a hero after all, he protected people, even people he didn't like. The only time he had ever come into contact with Dash again was to haul him out of the way of a ghost, and he did so with the same care as he would with anyone else.

Danny wasn't like him, he didn't gloat about hurting him, he didn't revel in the fact that Dash was scared of him. He just went about his day, acting for all the world like Dash didn't even exist.

Dash never gave him a true apology, it was clear Danny didn't want one, it was far too late for that.

It left Dash with a sick feeling of unfulfillment. He understood now what Danny had been going through, the pain, the terror, he wanted Danny to know that he was truly sorry, that he really had changed this time.

But he couldn't, because forcing an unwanted apology on him would just make Dash the asshole all over again, he was trying to steal a forgiveness that he could never have.

So he had to find his closure somewhere else.

He stopped picking on Mikey, and Nathan, and all of the other nerds he frequently hassled. He even tried apologising to them, some forgave him, others didn't, and he had to be okay with that. He struggled not to lash out, it still felt unfair, the world had always told him that you were supposed to forgive people when they apologised. It always happened that way on tv, in the cartoons he grew up watching. The mean kid would apologise, the other kids would forgive him, and they would all become friends.

He was realising that the real world was a whole lot more complicated than that, he didn't earn forgiveness just because apologising was hard, he was learning fast that he didn't earn any brownie points for taking responsibility for his actions. He was just doing what any decent person should.

It took him a while to come to terms with that, to stop being angry at people for not letting him make it up to them. For not letting him prove that he had changed.

All it took was to occasionally pass by Danny in the hallways for him to cool his jets and think more clearly. To remind him that he was the bad guy, he was the one who hurt people, that his victims did not owe him anything.

In his last year of school, he had found himself watching the juniors below him falling into the same behaviours, the same struggle for power and control. Pushing other kids around without so much as sparing a thought to how it made them feel.

After a lengthy chat with Mr Lancer, Dash was given permission to pull out younger students from detention one day a week. He would talk to them, ask about their lives, ask about their feelings. He would ask why they lashed out, why they thought it was okay to treat people that way. Most of them didn't have an answer, or simply refused to give one, but he would push, he wouldn't let them hide in ignorance like he did.

Some of them did feel guilt for the way they treated people, and they only needed someone they could talk to who could understand what they were going through, so they wouldn't take it out on whoever was around at the time.

Others would take more effort, they need a far stronger push in the right direction, they were defensive and combative, selfish and unapologetic.

Dash had been one of those kids, he knew they would be hard work, but he did his best. He couldn't help all of them, some were simply unwilling to change.

So he contacted the school-board, he pushed for better protection for students, more programs to help troubled kids, he volunteered to keep running his own counselling groups even after he graduated.

It still never felt like enough.

After graduation he turned down his favoured college to attend one closer to home so he could continue his volunteer work. He joined petitions and rallies for change across entire school districts, he spoke at other schools' anti-bullying campaigns. He'd attended enough of them in his own childhood that he knew they did next to nothing, but it gave him the opportunity to reach out to kids for one on one support.

He found more volunteers for his counselling groups, he helped people start them up in other local schools. It was a lot of work, especially when he was also juggling his college studies. He was taking a major in psychology, it was brutal, Dash had never been good at studying, but he'd decided that this was what he needed to do, this was important to him.

It still wasn't enough.

It would come at him in the night, as soon as he laid his head down on his pillow. He would see the faces of all the kids he hurt, it felt so much worse the older he got, they just looked younger and younger every time the memories came back to plague him.

He had beat the shit out of children. Kids who were the same age as the students he now counselled. He beat them until they were bloody or bruised, he shoved them into lockers, pulled pranks that humiliated them in front of the whole school, and he had laughed.

He'd laughed at their pain.

When the guilt weighed him down, he would begin searching for new programs to volunteer for, new petitions or rallies to get behind, always finding another way to help protect kids like Danny from kids like him.

And to protect kids like him from doing things that would one day haunt them.

He had spread himself thin across every school in the district, barely keeping afloat at college, but it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Kids still slipped through the cracks, schools were still too lenient, there were too many kids, not enough volunteers.

Casper High was holding another anti-bullying assembly. It had been a few years since Dash had attended one at his old school. This year they had excitedly announced that they'd even secured an appearance from Phantom himself.

Dash's blood ran cold, his hands shook as he went over his notes, he was slated to do his speech alongside Phantom's, they would be sharing the stage for a solid 75 minutes, barely a few feet from one another.

When Danny showed up he was already in Phantom form, Dash spotted him discussing emergency exit plans with one of the organisers in the event of a ghost attack.

He was so different from when they were in school.

He was tall, and broad, he stood with confidence and had a good natured charm to him. He was a hero, he was strong, he was brave. He could fight monsters ten times his size with a smirk and a witty one liner. He could take on anything, he wasn't afraid of anything.

He was a kid, running down a hallway, screaming words that still pierced through Dash's mind every time he saw the hero's face.

"DON'T TOUCH ME."

Dash's hands clenched around his notes, shaking so violently that they barely even looked like words.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN."

"Dash?"

A deep voice cut through the chaos in Dash's mind as cold hands closed over his tremblings ones.

"It's good to see you again."

Phantom was smiling at him, his hands still closed around Dash's.

"Good... good to see you too." Dash mumbled, not able to meet the man's eyes.

Phantom paused before releasing Dash's hands.

"I've heard all about your work." Phantom grinned as Dash finally looked up and met his eyes.

"Yeah." he said, and then before his mind could catch up with his mouth, he blurted out, "I'm sorry, for everything."

Phantom's eyebrows rose for a moment, before he gave a gentle smile and clapped a hand on Dash's shoulder.

"I know." he said warmly. "Thank you."

They gave their speeches, Dash had told his story many times before, the victim that he'd pushed to breaking point, the boy whose words drove the change that made him the man he had become.

For the first time ever, that boy was listening.

After the assembly had packed up and the volunteers were heading home, it was Danny Fenton who approached Dash and asked if he wanted to go grab a beer together.

Dash thought it would be rather awkward, but Danny had plenty of experience socialising with the public, awkwardness slid right off him, and soon enough Dash found himself laughing alongside Danny as he told a story about the new misadventures of the Box Ghost.

He returned to his dorm that night, head still swimming from one too many beers, and he had the best sleep of his life.

He pulled back on some of his volunteer work, hunting for new people to take his place as he focused on college. He was falling far behind, but he would work hard to make his way back. As a volunteer he could only do so much, but with the right education and training, he could do so much more.

The guilt still haunted him, every so often when the pressure and the stress weighed heavy, it would creep back into his mind. It would probably never go away, not entirely, but at least now he had his closure.

Finally, it was enough.

#lula's fanfics #I'm still in a creativity funk so this isn't like #my best work #but I needed to get it out of my system #danny phantom #dash baxter #danny phantom fanfiction #tw bullying

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Hey! I really like your Batfam AU and was hoping we could maybe get another snippet? It's totally ok if not though. Have a nice day! 😀

Was gonna save this for later, but...

"Commissioner." Long practice had kept Jim Gordon from reacting. Though he'd had just as much opportunity for practice, Bullock still swore.

"What's going on, Batman?"

"A head's up. In three days a government agency intends to invade Gotham. They are going to be met with resistance. I won't ask you to stand against them, but you need to be ready. They're not known for avoiding collateral damage."

"What do they want and why shouldn't they be getting it?" Jim wanted all his facts in a row.

From underneath his cloak, Batman brought out a picture of a young boy who looked familiar.

"That's Wayne's new kid." Bullock recognized. "Danny Something. The one Masters was trying to get."

Batman nodded. "And Masters is indirectly the reason for the current problem. Masters obsession with the boy, as well as the boy's mother caused him to leave half his fortune to each other them. Which is what prompted Danny to come out of hiding."

"Hiding?" Jim prompted.

"He's a metahuman. His parents were...not as accepting as they pretended. He fled his hometown after his sister freed him from his parents laboratory as they prepped a procedure meant to 'cure' him, but would have ended with him dead. They apparently considered that a more acceptable outcome than leaving him as he was."

"And he choose the street of this city rather than going to the police because?" Bullock challenged.

"Danny exists in a grey area. Metaphysically and legally. His powers are linked to ectoplasm. The Metahuman Child Protection Act guarantees the same protections to a metahuman child as a normal one. However the Anti-Ecto Act states that being made of ectoplasm or able to create it are classified as undead, automatically lose all human rights, and are open season to be experimented on or exterminated. That is the law that the Ghostly Intel & Warfare agency are choosing to operate under."

"And Danny didn't have any guarantee which law the authorities would choose to follow." Jim concluded.

But Batman shook his head. "He knew exactly what would happened. His hometown has had a rash of problems with malevolent spirits. The go-to response of the authorities is to turn over all matters ectoplasmic to the two resident experts - Danny's parents."

"Ouch." Bullock commented.

"As far as he was concerned, his choices were disappearing or death. But Masters threw him one last curve ball. If he stayed in hiding, his mother would inherit all of Master's fortune. With a comfortable income, his parents have managed to create numerous weapons that would count as war crimes if they were effective against normal humans as well being the main crafters and proponents of the Anti Ecto Act. Imagine what they could do with a billionaire's resources."

"The only way he could stop the situation from escalating exponentially would be to claim his half and use it to counter theirs. But that would let them know where he was." Jim realized.

"They attempted to gain custody back so they could 'fix' him." There was no hiding the contempt in Batman's voice and the other two couldn't help but share the sentiment. They'd seen enough aftermath of parents attempting to fix their children. Some ended with the parent behind bar, some with the child. "Not only did they lose and get slapped with a restraining order, the judge removed their daughter from their custody, deeming them as unfit parents. In retaliation, they informed the GIW exactly where the ectoplasmic son was."

"I've managed to gain access to their plans." Batman slid a folder towards them. "I've already talked with Wayne and his family. I've convinced the rest of the household to leave town before the GIW arrive. Wayne was adamant in his refusal to leave Danny, until it was pointed out that taking him or Tim Drake hostage to ensure Danny's cooperation was written into their plan. And sadly they couldn't just abscond with him as the GIW can track Danny's energy signature, and any attempt to leave the country would likely be met with governmental resistance."

Jim passed the folder to Bullock. "This is stolen government information, I can't-"

"Read it Bullock!" Jim ordered in a tone that brooked no argument. "What's your plan, Batman?"

"Wayne's lawyers are working on making sure Danny is covered exclusively under the MCPA and well as preparing a publicity campaign ready to launch the moment GIW steps foot in Gotham. It shouldn't take more than a day for Danny to either become more trouble than he's worth to the government. At which point the GIW will either give up or go completely rogue, in which case we can bring in the hea-"

Batman was interrupted as Bullock smashed his fist into the wall. He pulled back to punch it again, but Jim caught his arm. "None of that Detective. We're going to need you in top condition in three days, not nursing a broken hand."

Harvey looked like he wanted to argue, but held it in. "Your right. Lotsa of governments agents are going to need their faces smashed in."

"I can't ask you to fight the government."

"You think we need your permission?" Bullock snarled. "Any sickos who'd do that to a kid aren't welcome in my city."

"Gentlemen," Jim came between them. "We have three days and a lot to do in that time. Rest assured Batman, anyone who's sit on the sidelines for this isn't fit to be in my force. Bullock, fill in Montoya. The two of you are in charge of starting to get the GPD prepped. Batman, I'm sure you have work of your own to do."

The dismissal was clear, and Batman stayed just long enough for the most heartfelt "Thank you" either of them had heard from him before disappearing. Jim grabbed his jacket and left the precinct. He understood why Batman had insisted he couldn't ask them to stand against the government. This was going to bite them all badly, but he couldn't not do it. And if the only way they had of protecting the kid was buying time, then what they were going to need was chaos.

He arrived at his destination, and made his request. Soon enough the person he had come to see looked at him from the other side of the glass. "Why commissioner, what brings you all the way out to Arkham to see little old me?"

"You're a criminal, yes, but not insane. Not like most of the others are. You also have your own sense of right and wrong strong enough that Batman trusts you, so let me ask you this. Selena Kyle, how would you like to commute some of your sentence to community service?"

#BatFam AU #Ghost Writing #Batman #Danny Phantom #Taking Flight

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baldwinboy5ive · 3 years

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I call this Cobra Drive. AU where a sad boy meets another sad boy in his building elevator and they just stare longingly at each other for extended periods of time. (Daniel LaRusso, who made the crane kick famous, gets to add to his repertoire of bird karate moves by stomping Mike Barnes to death in the same elevator like a secretary bird.)

I also wrote some crap for this AU, even though I am not much of a fanfic writer. However, it’s not that bad. It’s just regular bad.

“If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterward. I give you a five minute window when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down, I don’t carry a gun, I don’t do karate - not anymore. I drive. Do you understand?”

The well-rehearsed speech was delivered in an accent that was undeniably East Coast, but from a man who knew well the 100,000 streets of Los Angeles. Daniel ended it every single time with a secret tribute to his beloved mentor, whose life lessons were always punctuated with “Understand?”

And Daniel did. He always understood what Mr. Miyagi had told him, and replied “Yeah, I understand,” even if some of his lessons had taken awhile to really make their impact on him.

-----

Daniel moved frequently. It was routine now for him. Funny how things changed. He often remembered how monumental that first cross-country move had been, how the course of his entire life had shifted that summer of 1984. Now, his moves were quick, efficient, and all within LA.

On his second day in his newest building, Daniel returned to his apartment by elevator. Another building resident stepped in with him, hauling a basket of laundry from the basement.

He was familiar. Daniel kept his eyes trained at his feet while he felt the familiar man’s gaze on him for a moment. He allowed himself one quick glance, but didn’t manage to time it as well as he’d wanted. The golden-haired man who now shared a building with him was still staring back at him.

His eyes were beautiful and sad.

It was Johnny Lawrence.

-----

“You just move back to LA or something?” was the question Johnny finally settled on after he and Daniel hauled his groceries into his second story apartment. There was too much he wanted to ask. It had been 34 years. Something in those 34 years had hardened the look in Daniel’s eyes.

“No, I’ve been here for awhile.”

“So just new here?”

Daniel nodded.

“What are you up to now, LaRusso?”

“I drive.”

“Like, those internet car things?” Johnny asked, a touch of confusion on his face.

“No, for the movies.”

“You mean all the car chases and stuff?”

“Yeah.”

Johnny let out a soft laugh. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Daniel fully met Johnny’s eyes, and stared challengingly, the words “Oh, now you care about my safety and well-being?” hanging between the two of them unspoken. Daniel’s lips quirked into a slight grin. So did Johnny’s. Then Daniel knew. Johnny remembered it all.

The intensity of Johnny’s bright blue eyes and the pain they carried eventually became too much for Daniel, who was the first to drop his gaze. He broke the silence by saying placatingly, “It’s only part time. Mostly I work at a garage.”

“Where?”

“Reseda Boulevard.”

After a few more beats of silence, Daniel nodded his head towards the teen boy sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework, as if only just noticing him even though he’d rode up in the elevator with them. “He yours?”

“They sometimes just come with the apartment. Old place here is infested. Overrun with roaches, children, teens. You might want to check under your kitchen counters and shit if you haven’t already, LaRusso.”

The boy snorted, not offended in the least. “I’m Miguel,” he said.

A door in the apartment slammed open, and another teen boy wandered into the kitchen. “Who’s this?” he asked, pointing at Daniel.

“This is LaRu- Daniel. Daniel, this is Robby.”

Daniel stared at the two teenagers. Neither of them resembled Johnny. Perhaps Johnny hadn’t been kidding about them surfacing from under the kitchen counters.

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At the garage, a sly smile spread on the face of the man who’d given Daniel all of his jobs. “Oh, you and the kid know each other,” he said, gesturing rapidly between Daniel and Johnny while leaning over the open hood of a car he’d been working on.

“Don’t,” Daniel warned. He stalked off, but not without grinning at his employer.

“Uh…” Johnny began. A “He kicked me in the face when we were teenagers, but I did sort of deserve it a little, and it’s actually at least a 126 minute-long story” died on his lips.

“We’re neighbors,” Johnny said.

“Ahh,” said Daniel’s employer, as if that was all there was to know.

Johnny explained in more detail what was going on with his Firebird, and was told that the repairs would take a few days.

“Miguel, call us one of those car things from your iComputer.”

“It’s an iPho-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” cut in Daniel’s employer. “You and the kid are neighbors! He’d be happy to give you a ride.”

Johnny met Daniel’s eyes from across the garage. He did indeed look happy.

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“Hey, I know you. Come on, we met last year! Well - met again. It’s me. Snake. You drove me and Dennis back from Palm Springs. Hey, I got this sweet job planned out --”

Fury blazed in Daniel’s eyes. Someone both recognizing him and talking to him about his jobs was more than enough to make Daniel disappear for a few months, but this wasn’t just any someone. This was one of Terry Silver’s men. Over the years, Daniel had done everything he could to be free of Terry and his mob. But every time Daniel thought he was safe, eventually, Terry would always come back. And there would always be a job.

Terry’s man - and therefore Terry himself - reappearing in his life would have been bad enough before, but now? Now he had Johnny. He couldn’t just pick up and leave. He realized with anger burning up in his chest that he didn’t want to pick up and leave.

Daniel cut Snake off with a low whisper. “How about this? Shut your mouth. Or I’ll kick your teeth down your throat, and shut it for you.”

All Daniel had wanted was to finish his dinner and coffee in peace, until it was time to drive Johnny to the bar for his night shift. Daniel stared at Snake, never taking his eyes off of him until Snake quietly retreated from the diner. Only then did Daniel feel comfortable returning to his food.

-----

Daniel’s face took on a detached and aloof manner when he addressed the man Terry had sent.

“When you get your money, his debt’s paid. He’s out for good. And you never go near his family again. Do you understand?”

-----

Daniel did everything in his power to keep his voice even. Confident. Balanced. But that voice on the other end of the phone would always terrify him. Some things never changed.

“I’m going to give you a time and a place and you’re going to come and get your money. Do you understand?”

Terry barked out a laugh. “What do you get out of it, Danny boy?”

“Just that: out of it.”

Daniel hung up. For once he had the satisfaction of dictating terms with Terry Silver.

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“They came to my apartment. How did they know where I live?”

“I told you, I was going to call Kreese, I just wanted him to know that… that it wasn’t about the money… that you’re not interested in the money… that you just did it for him.”

Daniel exploded at the man who had been his longtime employer. So this was how Kreese and Silver and known it was him. “Why?! You told them about Johnny! Why did you tell them about Johnny?!”

“Calm down, kid. Just calm down.”

“I should fucking kill you - you told them about Johnny! That’s how they figured it out, you know - that it was me. You told them about Johnny and then they knew it was me.”

“I just wanted him to know… that as soon as you returned the money, that was the end of it, that’s all! I didn’t know. I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?! How was I supposed to know… that everything led to Silver!”

Daniel’s voice was breaking as he screamed at the old man. Daniel’s eyes were wild and he was breathing hard. Breathe in, breathe out, echoed the voice of his dear sensei in his head. Soon, his racing heart slowed just enough for him to calmly tell his employer, “They came for me, and now they’re going to come for you, too. You have to get out of here. Do you understand?”

-----

John Kreese pleaded with his lifelong friend. “Anybody finds out you stole from the family, we’re both dead. The money always flows up, Twig. You know that!”

Terry Silver fell uncharacteristically quiet amidst their shouting match. He looked at Kreese ruefully. “That’s why this driver’s gotta go, Johnny. That’s why he’s gotta go. He’s gonna tie me to this robbery.”

It was too bad. Terry had always been fond of Daniel.

-----

Daniel hoped he would never again have to fear for Johnny’s and his kids’ lives. He flicked his eyes up to the rearview mirror. Miguel and Robby were fast asleep in the backseat - and safe. Alive.

Daniel did, however, find comfort in knowing that he didn’t have to pretend anymore, didn’t have to keep his karate hidden and tucked away. If Johnny ever needed it again, Daniel would use it. He’d help Johnny remember his. He thought fondly of the way Mr. Miyagi had once insisted that only Daniel’s root karate came from Mr. Miyagi, and had urged him to make his karate his own.

If Daniel could do it, so could Johnny. Johnny’s Cobra Kai would be better - different, new. A product of the goodness Daniel was confident Johnny had inside of him. Johnny would use that goodness to teach Robby and Miguel. And Daniel vowed to be there with them.

If anyone ever again tried to hurt any of them, the four of them would be ready.

Another Mr. Miyagi lesson surfaced in Daniel’s memories as he continued driving. Back in 1994, Mr. Miyagi had returned to Daniel in LA after a long stay in Boston, and over the course of several days, had told him all about Julie Pierce, and the lessons he taught her. The final lesson had been: “Fighting not good, but if must fight - win.”

That was what Daniel had done.

Daniel smiled at the beautiful man in the passenger seat next to him, whose sadness never left his eyes, but who, despite this, could now smile back warmly at him. Daniel checked the rearview mirror once more, never taking his attention from the road ahead of them. Miguel and Robby were both still asleep.

Daniel turned his gaze back to the road for a moment, feeling the hum of the car around him and those he loved.

“I’m yours. No matter what. Do you understand?”

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OH SHIT i forgot to mention, the idea for the cobra on the back of the jacket AND for including Robby both come from @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy !!!! Thank you for your moral support and help on these concepts! I always knew I wanted Daniel to be the Driver, so it didn’t even OCCUR to me to have the cobra on his jacket, until @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy said it, and then she said he can give it to Johnny later (even though it won’t fit him haha!). Just a note - I changed up the cobra design from the Cobra Kai logo though because the original logo looked kinda goofy as a silhouette.

#lawrusso #my art #cobra drive #that read more thingy better DAMN work hahaha cause this is long but... if for whatever reason it didn't i am sorry #this does feel kind of empty without the Favorite though hhahaah #there is definitely a bird shaped hole in this AU and i miss my lil Hawk

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slasherbaby · 3 years

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Danny Johnson Kinky Alphabet

warnings: nsft, choking, knifeplay, stalking, consensual-nonconsent

𝓐 is for After-Care

‣ He is very big on aftercare. If there was any impact play involved (or anything rough enough to leave marks) he’ll insist on it. He’ll kiss every bruise, massage all over your body, and (if he spanked you) rub lotion on the more sensitive areas he hit. If you let him take some photos of you during it, it’s even better. Running you a warm bubble bath, massaging your shoulders, bringing you water and some snacks. Just let him snap a few pictures of your relaxed face as you enjoy the hot water. If you forgo the typical aftercare he likes to give and just want to be held, he’ll also be down. As long as it’s okay that he gets a few pictures of you in his arms, looking completely blissed out and comfortable. Seeing how trusting and reliant you look, especially when you’re in a vulnerable, post-sex space... it would be criminal for him not to capture the moment.

𝓑 is for Bruises

‣ Danny loves to mark you up. How else will people know that you’re spoken for? He doesn’t just want people to know that you’re dating, he wants people to know that he owns you. And it’s not like he can put a collar around your neck with ‘property of Danny Johnson’ engraved on it (though he’d love to), so he’ll bite and suck hickies all over your neck instead. He loves to see the physical marks of your time together, and he especially loves to photograph them.

𝓒 is for Choking

‣ He’s obsessed with choking. After all, what’s more intimate than holding someone’s life in your hands? Even if he’s not trying to asphyxiate you (in a kinky way, of course) he loves to hold your neck while you fuck, especially in the missionary position. It’s definitely a bit of a power/control thing for him, but also he loves how you react to it. Whether it’s the little look of fear you flash when he tightens his grip, or the way your pupils dilate in anticipation- he laps it all up.

𝓓 is for Dirty Talk

‣ This man will talk your damn ear off- it’s one of his specialties. More than anything, he loves to humiliate you verbally. Mocking you when you beg, calling you names. In general just being a degrading bastard. But with the mocking comes sweetness too, mostly sugary sweet words that make you feel like you're gonna melt right through the mattress. In one breath he’ll woo you with the most naughty (but sweet) compliments, but in the next he’ll be calling you a dirty whore, demanding that you beg for his cock.

𝓔 is for Electro-Stimulation

‣ He isn’t into electro stuff. It’s for the same reason that he prefers knives over guns, Danny needs his ‘instruments’ to be personal and intimate.

𝓕 is for Flogging

‣ It’s not his favorite thing in the world (he’d much rather spank you with his hand) but if you’re into it, he won’t deny you. Danny likes to start out with soft strokes, either on your ass or thighs. Just enough to give you a taste of pain, but not enough to really make it hurt. He’ll run his hands up and down the arch of your back between swats, acting like he’s worried about you not being able to handle ‘so much pain.’ Only once you’re good and frustrated (or begging for more, which he eats up) will he start to go harder. He’ll never draw blood (he’d much rather use his knife for that) and he’ll never actually push you to your breaking point via flogging.

𝓖 is for Gagging

‣ Yes. He’ll ball up your underwear and shove it into your mouth, or maybe even strip off one of his gloves and push it in to shut you up instead. He isn’t a big fan of ball gags, but he’ll gladly gag you with his cock if you need something in your mouth that desperately.

𝓗 is for Hair-Pulling

‣ Danny loves taking you from behind, but he also loves to watch your face as he fucks you. He gets off on your reactions, but also loves the way you arch your back and the moans you let out when he hits it from the back. A great solution to this is to grab your hair and pull until you’re forced to arch unnaturally, your neck straining against the position. He might even pull so hard that it lifts your hands up off the bed, all so that he can tower above you and watch your face as you struggle under his grip.

𝓘 is for Impact Play

‣ He loves to give it, especially with his bare (or gloved) hand on your ass. If you ask for it, he’ll even give you a few slaps to your face. Danny wouldn’t ask you first, however. No, he’d make you beg for it. Especially if you got flustered/embarrassed when asking. He’d definitely make fun of you for it as well, mocking you for asking to get hit (as if he doesn’t get off on it just as much as you do). He won’t slap you very hard on the face unless you’re really really begging him for it, and even then he won’t do it a lot.

𝓚 is for Knife Play

‣ Danny likes to hold his favorite hunting knife up to your throat while he fucks you, usually in the missionary position. He loves the way your pupils dilate now whenever you see him holding a knife, whether its the knife you know to associate with sex, or even if it’s just a simple kitchen knife during dinner prep. Either way, you’re like Pavlov’s dog when you see him holding his weapon of choice, automatically acting more bratty, flaunting around, practically begging him to use the knife on you and put you in your place.

𝓛 is for Lingerie

‣ Danny loves seeing you in lingerie. No matter your gender, seeing you get all dolled up for him is enough to drive him close to crazy. He doesn’t know which one he loves more, though. Watching you wear lingerie or ripping it off of you. To be honest, it’s probably a mix of both. It drives Danny crazy when he comes home from a long day at work to see you wearing nothing but the lingerie he picked out and bought for you. You both act like everything is normal while you finish cooking dinner. Eating will probably go just as smoothly, but there’s no denying what's going to happen when you go to take the dishes to the sink. He’ll bend you over the counter, rip the pretty lace to shreds, and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.

𝓜 is for Masks

‣ Ohhh boy, does he love masks. Wearing them of course. Well, one specific mask. The only type of mask he’d let you wear is a blindfold- he loves your reactions, after all. What good would it be if that handsome face was all covered up? If you don’t know about him being Ghostface, he’d love to tie you up, blindfold you, and then come out wearing his Ghostface mask and outfit. Run a knife up and down your skin, just how he knows you like, maybe even cut off your clothes as well. Before cutting off the blindfold. He wouldn’t ever actually hurt you, he just loves to see you scared.

𝓝 is for Neko

‣ You wearing cat ears and a cute, frilly outfit? As long as you let him rip the frilly little outfit off of you, he’s down. He’s totally gonna make fun of you for it, though.

𝓞 is for Outdoors

‣ BIG YES. If you bring it up first, Danny will 100% tease you. Making fun of you for being such an exhibitionist. What, you wanna get fucked where anyone can see you? He’ll call you a slut and mock you for being so dirty. It embarrasses the hell out of you, even though him mocking you always leads to great sex, so you don’t ask again. But that’s just part of Danny’s game, to watch you get all flustered and demure before springing what you crave on you without warning. So that’s exactly what he does. A little while after you first asked, you two will be going on a hike, maybe with the promise of a picnic at the top. He’s taller and faster (also he’s possessive and protective) so he always walks in front of you. At one point, there’s a sharp turn. When you catch up, he’s disappeared. You’re terrified for a moment, looking around like a lost fawn, but right as you're about to call out for him, he grabs you from behind and shoves you up against a tree. He’ll put an index finger up to your lips, flash you a grin, and shove his hand into your pants. He won’t just finger you, though. No, this man will give you a proper fucking, loud enough to scare away any other hikers that are nearby.

𝓟 is for Phone-Sex

‣ Ohhh yes. If you aren’t in a relationship with Danny yet, and he calls you up as Ghost Face, you might just get him in the mood for it. Depending on how you steer the conversation, of course. This works especially well if you have a fear kink, though it might just end with him busting in through your window and putting his money where his mouth is. If you are in a relationship, and you know about him being the Ghost Face, he’ll still call you up. But when you hear the voice modulator through the phone, you automatically know what you’re in store for ;)

𝓠 is for Quickie

‣ While he usually likes to take his time with you, quickies are great too. Especially if you have somewhere to be. If you guys are going to a party together, he’ll pull over a few minutes away from wherever the party is and toss you into the backseat before fucking the daylights out of you. He loves making you walk into public places looking freshly fucked, with your hair askew and your clothes wrinkled. He loves how everyone knows not just how well you were fucked, but that he was the one who did it. Which is obvious from the way he keeps his hand on your lower back for almost the whole night.

𝓡 is for Restraints

‣ Yes with a capital Y! Tying you up is one of his favorite things to do, especially when you're not expecting it. Sometimes he’ll tie you up and tease you for a bit before going and sitting down at his desk to do some writing. It drives you absolutely crazy with want, and sometimes he’ll leave you there for close to an hour while he works. If you’re lucky, sometimes he’ll use rope and tie you up, but then tie a vibrator right against your sex. It’s fun until the orgasms get to be too much, but he ignores you until you become a sobbing, sniveling mess on his bed. He’ll take some pictures before taking away the vibe and replacing it with his cock.

𝓢 is for Squirting

‣ If you can, this man will try his hardest to get you to squirt. He loves it if you get embarrassed or beg him to stop, saying that you don’t want to get the sheets wet. It won’t deter him at all, honestly it will only spur him on even more.

𝓣 is for Takedown

‣ He’s veryyyy into this. Though it’s something that he would make sure he knew you were into/interested in before proposing it as a possible kinky scenario. The scene would probably involve something Ghostface-related, knowing Danny. Like him calling you on the phone, threatening and scaring you, before jumping out from somewhere in your house and typing you up. Of course then he ‘has his way’ with you ;)

𝓤 is for Underwear

‣ Danny’s a stalker- of course he’s into underwear. He’s not the type to sniff your panties, but he definitely will steal your underwear and keep it with the photos he has of you. He also loves to use your underwear to gag you during sex or make you walk around in only your underwear when you spend time together. He loves seeing you in lace, so he’ll buy you loads of it specifically to watch your ass as you walk around the house. He’s super into being fully clothed while you only get something skimpy to cover up with.

𝓥 is for Voyeur

‣ While Danny has quite a few voyeuristic habits, he isn’t the type to get off alone while watching/stalking you. If you aren’t in a relationship with him, he’ll definitely get off to you masturbating when you think that no one is around to watch. He’ll try to time when he comes so that you both climax together, all while stifling his groans behind his leather glove.

𝓦 is for Wax Play

‣ He doesn’t really care for wax play unless you let him turn your kinky session into a photoshoot. Then he’d really get into it. Candles for ambient lighting, tying you up with fancy ropework, and then slowly dripping the hox wax over your body. The wax would definitely be colored red, and after he gets his fill (and filled his camera with pretty photos) he’d scrape the wax off with his favorite knife.

𝓧 is for X-Frame

‣ Eh… He’ll tie you up like that anytime you want (or anytime he wants), but Danny isn’t the type to have a kinky dungeon space or bondage furniture. So he’ll just use some rope or cuffs and tie you against the doorframe.

𝓨 is for Yes Sir

‣ Calling Danny Sir in bed? It usually isn’t his thing, but it would definitely give him an excuse to make fun of you if you called him that unprompted/by accident. As for names in bed, he loves hearing you say his name. Danny, of course, not Jed. As for titles, he'd mockingly demand that you ‘tell daddy what you need’ or ‘beg for daddy’s cock.’ He doesn’t have a daddy kink, but he definitely is a sadist. Whenever he makes you call him that it’s just to degrade you and make you squirm.

𝓩 is for Zelophilia

‣ Danny is more possessive than anything, so if someone else comes up and flirts with you, it’s more likely to send him into cold, calculating anger than it is to make him horny. Unless you go out flirting with other guys on purpose, in front of him. Just a little tease or a little smile at someone is enough to make him slam you up against a wall and leave his teeth marks all over your neck, maybe even rip your clothes up a bit and make you keep wearing them for the rest of the night.

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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So warm and tender

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

A/n: Hello! finally the last part of Ember. I hope you guys like it and sorry for making y’all wait so long for the confrontation lol)

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Y/n’s POV

“Aunt Pam?!” you say in shock as you stop struggling against the vine wrapped around your body.

“Y/n, is it really you?” your aunt said as the vine loosened its grip and gently lowered you on the ground. “ Where have you been? Everyone has been going crazy looking for you”

You don’t answer as you look at your aunt. You didn’t realise you missed her as much as you did but now all you want to do is throw yourself in her arms. So you did.Pam, sensing you needed comfort rather than an interrogation, wrapped her arms around you. “I missed so much my Petal.”

With those five words, all the hurt and pain you bottled up came out. and you cried.

As you cried, your aunt looked at the girl she hasn’t seen in eight years, and wondered what she’s been going through and if she did the right thing by giving you to your father all those years ago.

“Petal, I think you need to explain what’s going on”

You look up and sniff, “ Yeah, i think an explanation is well in order.” and you tell her everything. From the years of being ignored by your father, your last argument, the two weeks you spent in captivity, and your new powers.

“ And that’s when I found you.” You finish looking at the grim faces of Pam and the other woman, who now that you think about it looks really familiar.

“Oh, you poor puddin’!” you found your face being squished between two ands and then you were comically pressed against a body in a tight hug.

“Don’tcha worry bout a thing, me and Pammy will take care of everything, you just sit here and---” This seems familiar...

“ Harley, I don’t think she can breathe.” “Oh right, now you remember, it the blonde woman who used to sneak into the apartment”. You think to yourself as you struggle to get loose from her grip. You hear someone snicker and see Danny looking at the commotion.

“ Shut up Danny, where have you been?” You say, forgetting that you’re the only one who can see him.

“Exploring, do you thing she could hug me like that too?”

“ If you weren’t already dead, I’m sure they would kill you for that comment”

Pam and Harley look at each other in concern as it seems like you’re talking to yourself.

“ Hey kid, if you’re gonna talk to yourself, try an’ do it when other people can’t see you, like me.” The blonde says as if someone talking to themselves was a daily occurrence for her. You explain that with your powers, you were basically dead and can speak and see other dead people. Hearing that, Pam’s expression darkened

“He let you die?” she said in a grim tone. All the vines and plants in the room started whipping around angrily as if they were looking for the person who wronged you. It was then when you realized it wasn’t your Auntie Pam who taught you how to plant petunias you were looking at, this was Poison Ivy.

“ Men, you can never trust em’. Well, whadda say little flower, ya up for a little premeditated murder?” and that was the infamous Harley Quinn.

“ It would’ve been nice to know that you’re related to scary criminals y/n....” Danny said in a fearful voice. And if you were being honest you just found out that your aunt Pam was also the Poison Ivy but to be fair you haven’t seen her since you were like eight.

“I don’t want to kill him” you finally say. “ I don’t want anything to do with him. Nor his precious Spiderling.” The plants calm down as Ivy calmed down and was your aunt Pam again. “ What do you want to do?” she asks.

You think to yourself and say,” I want him to know how he made me feel, and then I want to stay with you.” Your aunt and Harley froze when you said that.

“Petal, there is nothing I want more than for you to stay with me again,” She started, “ But it isn’t safe for you to stay.” Your eyes started to water

“But I-I have powers now, I can defend myself! I won’t be any trouble, it’ll be like I’m not even here” At this point, anything was better than going back to being invisible. “Please...I don’t want to go back...”

Hearing the desperation in your voice broke Pams, Harleys, and Danny's heart. Pam because this was the daughter of her closest friend. She vowed to protect you from anything the day you came to her after losing your mother. Seeing you like this just reminded her how she, in her mind, has failed you. Seeing you so desperate to get away from the man who broke your heart reminded Harley of herself. The nights she would sneak into the tiny apartment you shared with Pammy, in hopes of escape only to get drawn back with empty promises. So yeah, she had a small soft spot for you. And Danny, you were the only person who saw him after months of being invisible. He felt like he needed to help you in your mission to get your father regret ignoring you.

“Hey Pammy...maybe we should call him...” Harley started to suggest.

“NO, I’d rather drink weed killer than go to that...orphan collector for help.” the red head spat. “ No. We’ll figure it out but she can stay here for now.”

Hearing that you had a place to call home now, gave you the motivation to go and confront your father. Not only for ignoring you, but for leaving you in that..cell for two weeks. He didn’t even attempt to look for you as far as you knew. You’d have thought at least one of the other Avengers would have came to save you. But no one came. After all those years, no one came.

“Y/n.. your eyes” Danny whispered, his cold hand touching your arm snapped you out of your mind. The neon glow of your eyes faded to your normal e/c.

“ Aunt Pam, Harley is there any way you guys can get me to New York and back?” You ask, finally ready to confront your father.

“ Well....” Harley say as with a smirk

~~~~~~~~~one terrifying ride on a stolen batplane later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving to New York you made Pam and Harley wait a few blocks away from the tower, as you really didn’t want the Avengers to find out your aunt was a wanted criminal. You “went ghost” as Danny like to call it and snuck into the Tower with ease. You then snuck into your room, seeing everything covered in a layer of dust as no one has been in there for over two weeks. You packed a bag and filled it with some clothes, books and a picture of you and your mother. You took that bag and walked to the door, looking around at the room that was both you prison and safe space. It was decorated with multiple trophies, medals, and ribbons all from the multiple sports and clubs you joined to impress your father. Not like that ever happened. Danny wander around looking at the multiple teams photos you had hung up.

“ You’re a volleyball girl?” he said, “ Huh. I’d never have had guessed.”

You rolled your eyes as you finished packing. “ Hey I have a job for you.” you say turning to him. “ I need you to go to the control room and turn off the power for thirty minutes. Then turn it back on and come find me in the common room.”

“ Yes ma’am” Danny says, saluting and disappearing through the wall before he comes back. “Ummm, wheres the control room?”

You roll your eyes and explain how to get to the control room and wait. When the lights go out and you’ll make your move. Your father would have to pass through the common room to get to the control room from his lab, which you assume he’ll be. There you’ll be waiting for him.

The lights go out. It’s showtime.

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Tony's POV

The team spent three more days searching for you. They followed every lead and half of the team even flew out to the building that collapsed an hour ago. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stood behind to look at more clues. It was a little past midnight, and both Steve and Natasha went to bed leaving Tony to tinker in his lab. Tony was making improvements to a certain spider suit as he thought about what his daughter said to him before she went missing.

“Sir, there seems to be someone in Y/--” FRIDAY started to say when the power cut out.

“FRIDAY??” Tony questioned as he walked out to check the control room, making sure to get his nano bracelet just incase. As he walked down the hallway he thought about waking up Steve and if he was brave enough to wake Natasha when he heard it.

“Hi daddy.”

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up in disbelief. The lights turned back on to reveal his daughter. Wearing a black halter top, spandex leggings, grey boots with elbow length gloves. She looked skinny, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in the weeks she was gone. And for some reason the air was cold in the room. But there she stood.

‘Y/n” Tony said breathlessly.

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Y/n pov

As you wait for Tony to walk in,you look around the common room and reminisce. You think about the time when you first moved in, and you got lost trying to find the bathroom and accidently walked into Natashas room. YOu thought she was going to kill you but ended up walking you to the restroom and back to your room. Or when you made the volleyball team way back in eighth grade, and you ran home to tell your dad but ended up telling the whole team, who were rarely all together, and they all took you out to get ice cream, minus Tony. You had to admit, even though your dad didn’t pay attention to you, Nat and Steve did. As well as the whole team, but those two really became the parental figures in your life. That’s why it hurt when not even they came for you. Even they had forgotten you.

“Hi daddy” you said in a mocking voice. Your father stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked you over in disbelief.

“Y/n”, he said in a breathless voice.

“Oh, you remember my name?” You say in an sarcastic tone. “ Didn’t seem like you did when you left me in a hydra cell for two weeks.”

Hearing that you were a prisoner of Hydra made Tony’s blood freeze.

“Hydra? Oh Y/N are you okay? What did they do to you?” He asked frantically as he walk towards you with the intent of checking if you were injured. You jerk away from him, avoiding his touch and say

“ Oh, I’m wonderful. Just so fucking fantastic. I was just experimented on and injected with various liquids that caused excruciating pain. No big deal”

“ Y/n..we spent days trying to look for you. Me and the team--”

“You and the team what Tony? I was there for two weeks. TWO WEEKS I WAS POKED AND PRODDED. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.” You scream, anger filling your heart as you remember the agony you went through. You think about the scratches on the wall of the cells, the taunts from the guards, and screams of the undead.

“ You have no idea what I went through. What I’m going through.” You say, feeling your body grow colder as you lose control and start to shift. “ You don’t care about me. If I were Parker, you would have saved mem within SECONDS.”

“That's not true. Y/N you have no idea how much I love you.” Tony tries to say. He’s filled with the need to tell you everything he didn’t tell you before. “I know I haven’t always been the best father. Trust me I know that now. But if you give me a chance, I want to make everything right. Please.”

You didn’t think it would go like this. In fact you were not at all prepared for Tony to say this. You expected to walk in on him continuing his life as normal, tinkering in his lab and such. You had always yearned to hear him say those words to you. But now, they just fill you with anger.

“You think you could just tell me what I want to hear and what? I’ll just act like nothing happened?? I know you’re not that stupid.” You spit, the room growing colder as you get angrier. “ It’s too late for all that Tony. I’m not the same girl i was two weeks ago.i won;t take it any longer.”

“Y/n..your eyes” Tony says as he slowly starts to put his gauntlet bracelet on, realising that you are becoming a threat.

“ Oh do you like them?”, You ask “ This is what happened when they injected me. I can also do this.” You shift, shades of blue taking over brown skin. Tony stared at you in awe and a bit of fear.

“ Y/n this isn’t you. I know you’re angry but--” “ Isn’t me?” You interrupt.” You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m like. And even if you did the old me died in that cell. Literally I died” You and Tony stared at each other. and that's when you heard the doors open. Two sets of footsteps started rushing to the commotion.

“Y/N some red head and beefy blonde are on their way” You hear Danny say as you realize you had to wrap it up. If anyone can convince you to stay, it’s Steve and Nat.

“ It doesn’t matter anymore Tony.” you say as you start walking to the window. “ I can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me. You win. Peter can be the child you always wanted cause from now on, consider me dead.” and with that, you phase threw the window and let yourself fall, knowing that you won’t actually fall as you can fly.

Tony freaks out and calls for his suit, only to see a blue blur shoot up and across the sky. Then he just sits there and stares. The footsteps reach the common room and he hears someone ask

“ Stark..what was all the yelling. What's going on?”

“she's gone” He says, and that's when he truly realizes his mistake. He became what he never wanted to become. He became his father. And now you were gone.

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