#Danny is practically a siren

[rboooks]

The bakery is a front!...Right? Part 2

Danny can practically feel Peter's glare through the small window between the front counter and kitchen, trying to melt his ice core. He isn't sure what he did to earn the man's ire but it was getting sort of old after two weeks.

Peter's brother, who almost always steals food and drinks between customers, wasn't nearly as bad. Danny didn't mind the loss, as he is beyond rich that he could fund his own country; he just found it odd that Alvin tended to put whatever he stole in test tubes.

He used to seeing street kids' having sticky fingers, but not ones with this particular habit. If he hadn't witnessed Alvin taking an entire bagel and stuffing it into a ziplock bag after another filling another test tube with the ghost theme latte- it was just color dye green and the foam shaped into a blob ghost- he would thought the guy was gathering samples of his merchandise rather then stocking up on food. Not that he could blame him.

Not knowing where their next meal will come from makes it understandable that they horde any food they can. Yes, the pair of brothers were close to his age but they been on the streets since Peter was fifteen and Alvin was thirteen. They had apparently took off in the middle of the night after Alvin was violently outed and his scum of a father tried to break the gay out of him.

They haven't spoken much about their past besides that, but Danny didn't need any more information.

Alvin is remarkably good at taking things without anyone noticed.

The only reason Danny caught on to what he was doing was because this was his haunt, and his ghost side had growled in outrage the first time Alvin swiped some samples of various coffees. His human side just thought it was hilarious.

After a while, the part of him that was Phantom recognized the two as new members of his haunt and now purred whenever they took stuff. Phantom's desire to provide for those under his protection made it hard for Danny not to slip and purr or rub himself against people like a creepy cat.

Phantom also had this mysterious allure to humans. Sam and Tucker let him know after the three came across the Phan Club led by his old classmates. Paulina wanting to marry him wasn't a one-time thing. Almost all his classmates wanted to marry Phantom because a part of him influenced their attraction.

Halfas were like that.

Frostbite said halfas were close to sirens and that annoyed him more than anything.

His ghost side wasn't mansplain, manipulate but rather manwhore. At least with enough exposure, people developed immunity to his allure, so Danny ignored all the love-struck eyes made at him.

Danny still very clearly remembered coming back for his junior year, walking into the hallways and causing multiple jaws to drop.

Sam and he had broken up at the beginning of the summer, so she only blinked at his sudden appearance, but Tucker had been blindsided.

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but you look delicious"

Danny had fallen for him just a little for that alone.

The two of them dated all junior year with Sam's blessing but agreed they were better as friends by the end. It was awkward, but the three got past that, spending senior year snickering as various people tried to ask Danny out.

Danny was petty enough to admit he enjoyed turning them down, citing their past treatment of him as a "never going to happen". Breaking the hearts of the A-listers was a special kind of joy, especially Dash.

After taking the time with Elle to further develop his ghost side, he hadn't realized the big difference between him and the other halfas.

Vlad's accident case him to form over time, after getting ecto-acne, and the years he spent in the hospital were him repeatedly dying only to be brought back seconds after, by the ectoplasm forced into his face. It is no wonder he lost his sanity and became violently obsessed with his parents.

In the creation of Dan, Vlad's mind had finally been accessible to his human side again. The future Vlad was more mellow sure, has taken him in with a kind heart but that was because he had been more human then ghost. The ghost side no longer had his parents around so its vengeance was no longer needed ans it cleared up the maddness.

It was like his image of a human hand been painted over by his ghost. It didn't blend.

Jazz had realized this, and then after speaking to his parents, they vowed to help him. Surprisingly it worked, and now Vlad was not a fruitloop. Unfortunately he may be something far worse.

Vlad was now his parents' boyfriend. Ugh. It didn't help that it had been Vlad that given his parents a grant all these years, who had taken care of the family from afar, and that he was a gentle soul. Jack had named him godfather of his son because they grew up together and had always know the sweetheart hidden within.

His coming back from the dead madness had rekindled old feelings, and his mom admitted she had felt something for him too.

Ew.

Ellie was influenced by her ghost side too. She was a clone, but her core form first, and unlike the other failed clones, she was more like a ghost who learned to be human. She gave in more to her spirit urges, only really eating and sleeping because she thought they were fun. Her ghost was painted over by her human side, but it was a well balanced collage.

Danny was a single painting with two figures side by side.

Since his accident perfectly split his two parts his human side kept his ghostly influence at bay until he was about sixteen, where slowly but surely, he allowed his two pieces to start to fuse.

That's why Dan had gone off the deep end when separated from his human side. There was nothing hold his urge to protect after his loved one's death and his ghost part saw his human half trying to get rid of him as betrayal, so it reacted by betrayung his protective obsession- by destroying everything it could and eating Vlad's ghost only fueled his crazy.

There had been times when both his ghost side and human side were separated that didn't cause this. When he was spilt by Fenton Ghost Cather, his ghost side took the responsibility while his human became even lazier than average. That didn't mean they had different personalities, just that some aspects of themselves were futher away.

It was like his soul multiplied rather then broken. It's why he was able to stay sane, he didn't reject any part of him.

It just didn't help with their fusing his ghost was affecting humans and him. He now had to deal with even more love-struck eyes. Worse, according to Vlad and Frostbite, Danny was now entering his mating stage, and he was honest to Acients nesting.

The building next door that he had bought and developed to have decent-sized cubicles with warm beds meant to house the homeless was now mostly occupied by children.

Phantom was almost always purring, seeing street kids slowly move in. He offered them food, work, a roof, and warm water. The cubicles could be considered dorm rooms-a bed, desk, and small cabinets that were savage from other kids who sold them to Danny enough for them to walk into and sleep when it turned dark. Some leave in the morning, others stay, but Danny doesn't mind.

Maybe that's why Peter hated him so much. Alvin was weak to Phantom's charm and Danny knew a thing or two about older siblings trying to protect thier younger siblings from parent's bigotry.

Jazz made a face when ghost hunters got near him before the reveal. They weren't in danger anymore, but knowing that and relaxing around what they saw a threat were two very different things.

Peter and Alvin Draper appeared a month or so after the whole Scarecrow's incident. He didn't mean to run into the supervillain, knocking the man over in the middle of his villian monologue.

He had been too busy trying to get Sam and Tucker- dated in senior year and the last two years- to agree on the main decor for their wedding. Even after they got engaged, it was still Danny who smoothed their bickering to notice that he had stop breathing again.

Sometimes he forgot.

It took the guy stuffing a needle into his arm, the liquid already being cleansed by his ectoplasm before fully settling in his bloodstream, to realize this wasn't another Gotham citizen casually wearing a gas mask.

This was the reason people wear gas masks.

He punched the creep away from him, effectively allowing the heroes to lock him up. But in doing so, he put all his goons out of work. He hadn't known until two days later Andres had nervously walked into his bakery with a resume.

Andres had been the Scarecrow's right-hand man trying to get money for his dying mother, who had cancer. Danny didn't know what to do with a guy whose only valuable skill at a bakery was speaking Spanish but if he wanted to get out of life of crime then who was he to stop him?

His resume was impressive, but it was mostly how to handle illegal chemicals and torture, so Danny set him up as his cashier and co-baker. A few days later, Andres had carefully suggested other goons from Scarecrow's crew who needed jobs, and Danny found himself fully staffed that same day.

More people began visiting him for work, and Danny didn't what to do with them half the time.

Sighing, he placed the newest batch of ecto-cookies in a box for Manolo to take to his mother. The kid is rocking on his heels by the entrance. He is new to the streets after getting thrown out by his mother's ex, but now that she was cleaning up her addiction, Danny hoped he wouldn't be seeing him around the streets as often.

"Peter is going to shoot you," Andres said, looking at the man with the streak of white in his hair practically foaming at the mouth when he saw the small boy arrive for his delivery run. "Want me and the boys to take care of him?"

Danny glanced up to catch Alvin ducking his head, face a healthy red hue. The guy had been staring at him again, which meant Peter was being overprotective again.

"No" He tells Andres, putting the boxes in a little red wagon for the boy to tug around. "I'll handle him."

He walked by the brothers, Alvin already trying to sneak a box away. Danny quickly moved the wagon away from him. When there was nothing to cleanse, ectoplasm worked like a potent energy drink, and honestly, Alvin did not need more of a reason to get less sleep.

Alvin pouted when his chance to steal a cookie failed.

Cute Thought Danny

Our children will be gorgeous Responded Phantom Make Alvin mate.

Danny ignores Phantom to smile at Manolo. He slips into Spanish, quickly crouching down to be at eye level. "Hi buddy. How is the new sweater treating you?"

Manolo's dimple shows as he pulls the sleeves over his palms. "It's warm. I like how fluffy it is."

Phantom cooed, and a soft purr escaped him before Danny clamped down on the sound. "I'm glad. Ready for another day of deliveries?"

"Yes!" The ten year old chirps snapping the list of names and address out of Danny's hand. The baker laughs, pulling our his wallet.

"I know I can count on you, so I'll pay you upfront. If anyone gives you tips, you can keep them," He says, handing the boy five hundred. Manolo beams, pocketing the money and scurrying away with his wagon.

I want a baby Phantom whines

I'll eat a bagel later, Danny promises.

( Part 1 ) (Part 3)

#dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #part 2 #Danny is practically a siren #hes in the middle of mating season #he and phantom are one but also not #Peter is Jason #alvin is Tim #the bakery is a front!...right?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Post

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

(Updated as of 02/10/2024: Master Post 2 has latest)

Multi-Parts

The Royal Consort: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Bakery is a Front!...right?: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Child Support: Part 1, Part 2

Alfred's Boy: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The Adoptive Son: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Phantom's Number 1 fan: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4

Passion for Fashion: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Danny and The Fan Blog: Part 1, part 2, Part 3

Congratulations! It's Triplets!: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Ghost King Summon dare: Part 1 , Part 2

The Dauntless Matchmaker: Part 1 Part 2

One-Shots

The Assistant: Part 1

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip: Part 1

Legal Compensation: Part 1

Love Among Fans: Part 1

Lex Luther's Youngest: Part 1

Misplace Baby: Part 1

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store: Part 1

Obsession Runs in the Family: Part 1

Farm Hand: Part 1

Vague Threats: Part 1

Game of Deadly Love: Part 1

Retired-Rouge: Part 1

The Real Blood Son: Part 1

The Kid of Candles: Part 1

Magic Older Brother: Part 1

Keep The God Kid Busy!: Part 1

Dog walker: Part 1

Clockwork's Cookbook: Part 1

Respawn and Relive: Part 1

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King: Part 1

Finders Keeper: Part 1

What's the rule again?: Part 1

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord: Part 1

Big Fish in Gotham Pond: Part 1

Immunity system: part 1

Wrong Number: Part 1

Timeline Prevention Squad: Part 1

Requests

The Masters are Aliens: Part 1

Ghost Zone Read: Part 1

Red Hood's Snow: Part 1

Jason Sees Dead People: Part 1

Ghost Dad: Part 1

Wayne Manor Ghost: Part 1

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge: Part 1

Single Dad: Part 1

The Orginal: Part 1

The Ghost King's Fibs: Part 1

Red ParentHood: Part 1

Woo thy Butler My Lord: Part 1

Jason's Doll: Part 1

Double Vision: Part 1

Dealeyed Soulmates: Part 1

Rescue Mission: Part 1

Danny's Online Persona: Part 1

Practice makes perfect: Part 1

Alley Boyfriends: Part 1

Demon and Angel Brat: Part 1

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #mun speaks #Master post

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 14

Tim was the best thing to ever happen to Danny.

He didn't mean that just because how much of a sappy romantic he was to Tim, but because he literally saved him from his own mind.

Danny was never going to leave Amity Park so long as the portal was open.

The portal would always remain open between his parents practically treating it like thier third child and thier ability to simply make another if anything would have happened to that one. Not to mention the super creep named Vlad.

So Danny would have stayed in Amity forever, cleaning up after his parents and being miserable.

Or ya know. Until they managed to kill him.

But then Tim came into his life and fixed everything. He befriended Danny over nightime rooftop rendezvous and groaning at his dumb (read awesome) puns.

As they got closer Sam and Tucker seemed to get both anxious and angry. Were they jealous? What right did they have after the Gregor incident?! Its true that they'd both been to busy to hand out with Danny for the past few weeks, leaving Danny with only Tim to turn to for company.

Tim pointed out that they may feel threatened knowing someone else knows his secret and Danny couldn't help but agree.

Tim pointed out that Danny was going to be stuck here cleaning up after his parent the rest of his life if he didn't find a way to stop the portal. Danny had nearly broke down at that and admitted he didn't know what else to do, so Tim devised a plan with that big beautiful brain of his.

They created a machine that ran on ectoplasm and magic that could wipe information from both technology and the human brain. They could remove all traces of ghosts ever existing in this town and erase 20 years of knowledge and research from Vlad and the Fentons minds, but it would come at a cost as magic usually does.

They would have to forget Danny existed as well. Tim offered that they could run away together.

Danny decided that was okay. The only person he had left in this town who had cared about him was Jazz and she was better off without him there to get her hurt.

Tim also had a plan to strip Vlad of his powers as well as his knowledge, and Danny was looking forward to not having to deal with him anymore

It was the day after everything went down, Tim was driving the GAV while Danny flew in the Ops Centers Jet form. They had made sure to swipe everything they could from the labs as well as everything the thought they needed to travel to Tims home dimension.

Danny had promised to help Tim uncover the secrets of his past and who he really was and to do that they essentially planned to travel around the Earth being wandering criminals.

Between Tims intellect and Dannys powers they were undefeated and unnoticed. They stole whatever they wanted and did whatever they pleased, making sure no one had to get hurt unless there was no other options.

Of course they stole cash from bank vaults as well as whatever else was in there. They couldn't stop Phantom from entering since anti-meta tech didn't affect him and couldnt track Phantom due to him being whatever he was plus the collar Tim had helped Danny design that covered up his ecto-signature.

They lived like this for over a year, breaking in to abandoned places, having waterfights in large city waterfountains (and running when they heard police sirens), tagging some of the places they'd hit when they wanted to leave a message, long romantic walks at night, lots of laughter, going on dates to restaurants (they never dine & dash. Some places make the wait staff pay which is bull and they might want to return to that establishment at some point), that one time they stole a $900 wedding cake from a homophobic bakery owner, lots of Fake out-Make outs to avoid getting sent to jail, ect.

They were having the time of thier lives up until they stopped in a little 24 hour diner in Bludhaven. They were doing what they usually do, flirting and laughing until the waiter takes thier order, when a guy approached thier table. Tim and Danny exchanged worried looks before the guy held up his hands in mock surrender, "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise, I'm Dick Grayson." The man held out his hand to Tim, who hesitated before shaking it, "Tim," he answered honestly.

Danny nudged him with his foot under the table.

The man smiled wide, "Like Tim Drake?"

Tim and Danny looked confused, "Like who?" Danny asked and Dicks smile faltered

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #tim drake #clone tim drake #criminal tim drake #technically #criminal danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #batman #red robin #partners in crime #clone tim has no memories from before waking up in a vat or glowing green water and doesnt know hes a clone #clone tim was super angry when he saw how poorly danny was treated by the people he loved and vowed to free him #they ran away together #danny is mentally planning thier wedding #dock is trying to figure out the situation #the bats think either danny is some kind of demon manipulating clone tim or that clone tim is evil and manipulating danny for his powers #i was planning for the plan with vlad to go wrong and them having to kill vlad. they talk about it in a room the bats had bugged and they #fight about it cause they both want themselves to take the blame if anyone in this dimension finds out so the other can escape #the bats rethink the manipulation angle and consider that this might genuinely be two teenagers being runaways and just acting out #*tim* is supposed to be a clone in this but its also good if this is Tim drake who lost his memories and ended up in another dimension #just for his friends and families responce to him turning to crime

[anonymousangstmonster]

Idea #39

The Fentons were a family of merciless mer hunters.

But when Jack Fenton found a barely-a-year-old, white haired, black scaled, green eyed guppy washed up on their private beach, he couldn’t just leave the little guy to probably get eaten alive by seagulls. He’d always had a soft spot for kids.

He somehow convinced Maddie to let him keep it, as long as he was responsible for it. Jack had to feed it, clean it and it’s tank, train it, make sure it didn’t try to eat people, entertain it, the normal things you have to do to take care of a pet. Sure Maddie was the one that made sure it was fed most of the time since Jack forgot, but he did all the other things! He even gave him a name, Danny.

They actually got to learn a lot about merfolk biology taking care of him.

Over time the pair of scientists grew more and more attached to the little baby mer in their lab. He was practically a son to them. He was so sweet and cute, who wouldn’t love him instantly!

They taught him how to talk(he had such an adorable voice!), they taught him about the outside world(his eyes always sparkled with curiosity and wonder when listening to their stories).

When an old mer hunting friend came over to visit, he told them to be careful, that the creature could be using its siren powers to make them love it. They assured him that Danny’s powers(if he had any) were disabled by the small and unobtrusive cuff around his wrist.

They arranged for a little boy Danny’s age to come for a playdate, since he always seemed so lonely by himself in his artificial habitat. That young boy was named Tucker Foley, and the two hit it off instantly. Playing in the shallow area of Danny’s ‘exhibit’ with beach balls and plastic boats.

More time passed and Danny grew, his aquarium growing along with him.

Sometimes other hunter and scientist friends of the Fentons would come see the lab, and they would see a teenage merman in a comfortable environment and not on an examination table.

The parents wanted to see their boy free and happy, so they released him into the ocean. It wasn’t until later that they realized they never prepared him for the outside world, they never taught him how to hunt for himself, to avoid fishing nets, he might get seriously hurt or even die out there because they were ‘so eager to get rid of him’.

One of their worst fears were confirmed when they found him washed up on their beach bleeding from his tail, abdomen, and arm, unconscious.

Mer au combined with “Danny has always been lab rat” au, and wholesome up until the plot.

“I also just want Jack to invent a ghost(mer) treat and make Danny do tricks for it.” -that applies to this as well. Also I had the idea for that when eating a soft peppermint for the first time in forever.

ALSO GUYS THIS AU IS SHARED WITH @doiyi-yt! GO CHECK OUT HER STUFF UNDER THE #fish boy au TAG!

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[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #4: Ghost Selkie

Disclaimer: references and facts about Selkies are based on Selkie folklore, true facts about seals, and stuff I just made up because it works well with the story

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Okay so Urban Fantasy inspired au where turns out there is some Selkie blood mixed up somewhere in the Fenton bloodline. As such Jazz and Danny exhibit a few Selkie-like traits but nothing too serious: a playful nature, a certain grace and agility, attraction to shiny things (stars and microscopes), a decent singing voice, being strong swimmers, and seeing in the dark better than the average person. After The Accident™️ and being more involved with the super natural world some of those aspects get a bit stronger for Danny but he just chalks it up to being a Halfa. That is until Skulker catches him on an off-day and manages to capture him by snagging the back of his jumpsuit. Phantom, in a moment of panic and desperation, decides to try and rip off his bodysuit to escape. The suit comes of alright but out tumbles Danny Fenton rather than a de-clothed Phantom. Skulker, in a moment of shock, drops the suit and Danny catches cradling it to his chest while every fiber of his being screams “MY COAT. MY PELT. MINE, DONT STEAL IT.” Skulked realizes what’s happened before Danny does and nopes out of there bc “ This is not what I meant when a said I would have your pelt whelp!” Danny is left sitting there feeling stunned. A quick round of experimentation leads him to figure out that he is now able to take off the suit in Phantom form, but it will de-transform him into Danny. Furthermore, the regular "going ghost" transition still works both with and without him physically holding the suit.

A quick consultation with Clockwork and Frostbite reveals the Fenton Selkie heritage and he goes back to report to Jazz and his friends. Due to Jazz’s instance the siblings get a crash course in Selkies through a community of Selkies and Part-Selkies in the Infinite Realms as well as having a younger ghost show them where to find the modern underground Selkie-Community. Which leads to them getting emotionally adopted by their (dead and alive) Selkie mentors. They learn about eating habits, behavior, culture and customs (including the in and outs of courtship and mating), and camflouge/blending into society.

Jazz learns to tap into her vocal magic/manipulation. Her voice has a deeply calming effect on others and they feel more compelled to listen to her. This comes in handy with some of her more rowdy patients at her internships and stuff. She’s also to taps into the physical aspects of her Selkie blood and gains enhanced dexterity, agility, balance and reflexes. She’s also working towards improving her strength and stamina. Needless to say her aim has definitely improved. Nothing too wild but as she gains more liminality, those aspects become stronger so she’s definitely a cut above the average human though not as crazy as Danny.

Danny on the other hand gets the ability to “shed his pelt” by being able to physically take of his suit and de-transform as well as how to disguise the suit as a jacket or something (maybe a romper or a cardigan?) so that he he can keep it on him for quick, more discreet transformations if he wants to. His ghostly form takes on more Selkie traits like fangs for a powerful bite and more muscle mass and fat in certain areas to improve his endurance and cold resistance. He also learns to manipulate his ectoplasm to be able to shapeshift into the seal version of a Selkie. He is able to practice and manipulate his Ghostly Wail and hone it into a Siren Song and Sonic Singing too.

So basically both the Fenton siblings get cool Selkie power-ups (and unbeknownst to the two, admittedly already quite attractive siblings, their looks take on an otherworldly allure too). As well as a new community eager to take them in and provide them with support. That's why when Danny decides he wants to get away from Amity for college (the ghosts have agreed to a truce as long as Danny pops in for a spar and some shenanigans every now and then. He acquiesces because playing and roughhousing is a part of building social relations for both ghosts and selkies) some of their Selkie contacts help him apply for the Wayne Scholarship at Gotham University and get him set up in Gotham.

Let’s switch gears for a moment here. Gotham has always been a weird place full of weirdos, magic, and cursed energy. Basically, overall chaotic, edgy, and somewhat rancid vibes. It also is entwined with the supernatural. Lady Gotham, the spirit of the city, has allowed many a supernatural community to remain well hidden in her realm including but not limited to fae, witches, gargoyles, vampires, and of course, selkies. There is a huge underground supernatural community in Gotham, part of which is the Selkie community. Most of the Selkies moved out of the harbor and onto land due to pollution. The luckier ones who managed to gain some quick wealth settled in the Upper East Side or Coventry while others ended up in Burnley, the Bowery, and Crime Alley. However, family is very important to Selkies, so there is little resentment between the areas. They try to help out each other and the other members of the supernatural community in Gotham whenever possible. The overall magical community is spread out over Gotham with a few hot spots like Old Gotham, Robinson Park, Crime Alley and the Bowery, and Chinatown.

Now enter: Jason Todd (or a different member of the batfam of your choosing but you’re on your own to figure out how that’ll change the story). Jason grew up around a large portion of Gotham’s supernatural community. There were plenty of fae, selkies, sirens, vamps, and various other magical beings within Crime Alley. He discovered the community early on when he found out that the abuela who used to feed him tamales was in fact a Bruja (witch). Her name was Señora Mariana Soliña and she swore him to secrecy and taught him some basic knowledge on how to recognize and avoid being screwed over by the supernatural.

When his mother died Señora Soliña revealed her surprisingly large amount of wealth to him. She chose to live in Crime Alley to be closer to magical friends and people who would seek out her services as a witch doctor (her cover bc the best lies have a hint of truth). She offered him a hot meal and some spare cash when she could but they weren’t able to run into each other as often as they liked. After getting adopted and becoming Robin Jason made periodic visits to her before his death.

Jason’s resurrection didn’t happen in a Lazarus pit but when he crawled out of his grave. It was due to the magical energy(read also high ecto-concentration) in Gotham he had been exposed to that he became a Revenant. He was able to develop a core through the latent energy and become a spirit/reanimated corpse that sought to avenge both his death and countless others at the hands of The Joker. His dip in the Pits (polluted ectoplasm) brought him out of his catatonic state but triggered his obsession and left him with Pit Rage. Yada yada yada, trains with the League of Assassins, yada yada yada, trains with All-Caste and gets the ability to wield the magical All-Blades, yada yada yada, returns to Gotham for revenge becomes a crime lord, etc., etc., you know the drill.

Fast forward to when he’s made up with the BatFam and is now an antihero. His pit rage has gotten more controllable as the natural ectoplasm and magic in Gotham is slowly filtering out the polluted ectoplasm in his system but it’s still a long process. The supernatural community, however, is happy to have him there. You see Red Hood is actually quite a popular vigilante within the supernatural community. Among his many monikers, they were the ones who gave him the nickname “Avenger of the Unavenged”, and nod to his nature as a Revenant, as well as the aura of the All-Blades (which are meant to defeat absolute evil) that most magical beings recognize.

Jason is fully aware of the presence of the supernatural community in Gotham, as well as members of it who live within his haunt. Once things reach a new “normal” for him he tracks down Señora Soliña only somewhat surprised to see her alive and kicking. He asks for her guidance in the supernatural past the basic knowledge she gave him as a kid. Señora Soliña recognizes his magical aura and status as a Revenant and agrees. (Note: Jason is aware that he has some magic in him, but he attributes it to the All-Blades. He is not fully aware of his status as a Revenant. Señora Soliña assumes he knows and thus does not inform him.) She teaches him and helps him start getting integrated into Gotham’s supernatural community. She offers to “adopt” him as her grandson "Jason “Pedro” Todd Soliña" so that he can take on a civilian identity and attend college. He agrees, eager to resume his education and take on a semi-"normal" life.

And thus we've reached the part of our story where two worlds collide. Jason and Danny first meet peripherally during orientation at Gotham U. They don't really have a direct interaction, just learning each other's names during the icebreakers and some eye contact during the tour. Danny is dorming and Jason commutes so the don't see each other much past running into each other on campus or in the dining hall. That is until they spot each other at an underground, supernatural beings-only, cafe called Xenia a few blocks away Robinson Park.

The two realize the other must have a supernatural connection and start up a conversation. The conversation is illuminating as they learn they're both fairly new to the supernatural community and mostly ghostly. Danny reveals himself as a halfa and of selkie descent and Jason uses his cover to introduce himself as the grandson of a bruja with magic, a brujo-in-training if you will. Upon being asked what a halfa is Danny realizes Jason doesn't know a ton about ghost culture and gives him a quick crash course leading them both to figure out that a) Jason is a Revenant and b) Danny could probably help the Pit Rage by giving him some ecto-supplements. Due to this newfound information Jason conveniently forgets that his new friend mentioned having Selkie blood.

The two meet up more after that, intentionally this time so that Danny can continue teaching Jason about ghost culture and just to hang out. (Note: Danny isn't teaching Jason about selkie culture as he assumes the grandson of a bruja would know that stuff already. Jason has been taught a bit about selkies but they haven't thoroughly covered the topic of courtship yet). As they hang out and develop a friendship with each other the seeds of romance are planted.

One day after they wrapped up lunch at Xenia, Danny left the cafe, accidentally leaving his pelt/jacket on his chair as he's still getting used to having to keep track of it. Jason not realizing the significance of his actions picks it up and takes it with him. Later that day Danny freaks out realizing he left it behind when he runs into Jason. Jason was actually looking for him to return the jacket. So he's like "Hey man you left this at the cafe so I took it and now you can have it back" assuming the redness on Danny's face is just embarrassment. Danny, while mortified, is also extremely flustered. Selkies typically only let close family and lovers have access to their pelts because it implies a deep and intimate bond built on trust that they'll give it back. For Jason, who should know about such Selkie customs, to not only take his pelt but then also return it so easily is some very straightforward flirting. But hey, Jason is good friend... and easy on the eyes too. He wouldn't mind if there was something more there. So Danny decides that he wouldn't mind courting/being courted by Jason.

Jason on the other hand has in fact caught feelings for his friend but hasn't realized he already initiated courting by doing this. He plans to do it the ghostly way engaging in some bonding through sparing and roughhousing and building up their feelings before asking him out. Unfortunately for him, there is a lot of overlap between Selkie courting and ghostly courting so Danny believes that Jason has been courting him for some time now. There are also some things that are specific to Selkie courting Jason unknowingly does, such as buying Danny a bracelet (shiny rocks as a courting gift), beating up a couple of guys trying to mug Danny (defending/showing off for your mate), and introducing Danny to his family/agreeing to meet Jazz (family is very important to Selkies).

That's why when they go out to dinner, and Jason embarrassedly corrects a waitress who thought they were on a date by saying "Oh we're just friends", Danny is understandably upset. He was under the impression that their courtship was getting rather serious since Jason had met Jazz and Danny had met Jason's family. When he asks Jason why he told the waitress they weren't dating he replies "Umm because we're not?" in an uncertain tone. Danny feeling hurt and upset takes his glass of water splashes it onto Jason's face and storms out of the restaurant. Jason is left there soaking, confused, and wondering what he did wrong.

That night Jason goes to visit Señora Soliña to see if he messed up some ghostly custom for Danny to get so upset. When he arrives one of the first things she asks him is how it's going with Danny. When he recounts what happened at dinner and explains his confusion, the bruja takes a deep sigh before smacking him upside the head. Jason is like “wtf abuela?!” And she just shakes her head at him and calls him an idiot. She then reminds him that Danny is part Selkie and explains all the ways Jason has been courting him during the past few months. Jason, realizing he screwed up grabs one of his leather jackets and goes off to track down Danny.

Danny has returned to his dorm to cry and eat ice cream in his pjs from the comfort of his own room. He’s about to watch some comfort tv when there is a pounding at his door. He gets to find a disheveled looking Jason standing at his door. Danny frowns and questions what he’s doing here. Jason’s like “Look I know you’re upset and understandably so but please let me in and I can explain”. Danny’s care for Jason wins out over his anger as he resigns himself to letting the other in. The first thing Jason does is apologize for hurting Danny, saying it was never his intention to do so. He then goes on to explain how he hadn't realized that he had been courting Danny in Selkie customs. Danny is understanding but still upset and voices his feelings to Jason. Jason allows the other to get his anger out and then continues to say that he was actually trying to court Danny through ghostly bonding, and he would still like to date him if he’s open to it. Jason then takes off the leather jacket that he brought with him and offers it to Danny, saying that he doesn’t have his own pelt to offer, but this is the next best thing. This gesture nearly brings Danny to tears and he throws himself to hug Jason, accepting the jacket. The pull back and look into each other's eyes before sharing a kiss and spending the rest of the night cuddling before Jason has to leave.

From then on Jason ramps up the courting to 12, determined not to mess it up again. He reasearches selkie and ghost courting customs in depth to properly woo Danny and personalizes dates to their personalities. Danny is happy to be lavished with the attention and returns the favor. The two of them also make an effort to make sure the have clear communication to avoid having misunderstandings again. A few months later Jason decides to re-introduce Danny to the batfam as his partner and brings Danny along to Wayne Family Dinner with a ring around his finger. It’s a promise ring not engagement ring, but what Bruce doesn’t know will surely give him a heart attack and Danny is happy to go along with it. Danny and Jason become the longest and most stable relationship in the batfam. Tim and Damian even come to them for advice when they try to romance their own partners.

The story kind of just finishes off with the two of them being happy with each other and leaves an open ending to add in small scenes that happened during a time skip or after the story (e.g gushing to siblings, an actual proposal, identity reaveals, batboys seeking advice, them engaging in pda, interaction with other supernatural beings, gossip surrounding their relationship, ect.)

[Edit: additional oc info now found here]

#dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #danny phantom #dead on main #jason todd x danny fenton #jason todd #danny fenton #selkies #urban fantasy #misunderstandings #long post #Ghost Selkie au #ghost selkie Danny Fenton #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

[chaoswarfare]

Over This Whole ‘School’ Thing

Dick leans on the railing of the school building's roof as he watches the building the deal’s about to go down in. It’s an abnormally quiet night, which is great, since it’s the first night he’s getting to take Danny out on patrol with him since he joined the bat clan.

It was pretty obvious that Danny had suspected them of being the bat clan the moment Masters dropped him on their porch, and finally getting confirmation that he was in the know and actually wanted to help was probably the best thing of Dick’s year.

Now, waiting on the Joker’s goons to show up for a deal, he’s glad he’s getting the chance to hang out with his newest brother(excepting Oracle on the comms, of course.). It was almost relaxing just sitting together on a quiet stakeout, and listening to the noises of Gotham and the occasional siren wailing in the distance.

“You know, I never actually liked school.”

Dick jumps when Danny finally starts a conversation. He’s been very quiet the entire time and it was almost startling how quickly he moved from dead silence to noise. It was almost a surprise that he decided to start a conversation at all, given how quiet he’d been since coming to the manor. Alfred is probably the only one he talks with regularly, now that he thinks about it.

“How so?” Dick asks hesitantly. God knows that he had a pretty rough time in school too, so he may not be the best person to talk with about the subject. “I thought Masters said your schooling was just fine? Your records didn’t say anything either.” Dick trails off a bit when Danny flinches at the mention of Masters. It’s not the first time he’s acted hesitant about the man, but nobody has been able to figure out the mystery or get any information about him yet.

“I wasn’t exactly popular, you know? Lotta bullies in small town schools, and my life outside school kinda kept bleeding over into class time. Sucked hardcore.”

That was new. Danny hasn’t really talked about his school experience before now, but it could be where they are at the moment prompting this, Dick thinks as he gazes out over the run-down neighborhood they’re watching.

“I wasn’t exactly ‘mister popular’ back then, myself.” He starts warily, smothering his words in fake cheer. “High society kids don’t take well to ‘circus freaks’ stealing their opportunities and invading their school. Couldn’t do much about it either because I didn’t want to tell Bruce I was struggling.” Dick drops a bit of the over-the-top peppy mask as he thinks about it.

“So what did you do about it?” Danny leans over, peering at the older vigilante as he waits for an answer.

“Got tired of it and beat them up after a couple months. They gossiped about it for months and refused to talk to me for a while. It was pretty sweet, actually.” He sighs in contentment at the memory. “Bruce and Alfred were pretty disappointed in me though. Practically grounded me for weeks.”

Dick preened as Danny let out a chuckle.

“Man, I wished my parents cared that much about my education. ‘A Fenton always gets A’s. Or in your Dad’s case B-‘s.’ was something Mom always said.” Danny seems to droop as he thinks of his parents. It’s obvious something happened there, but he’d usually shut down immediately if anyone brought them up.

“On top of the ‘out of school’ activities taking over my life, this dickhead named Dash made it his personal mission to ruin my day every time we interacted.” Dick busts out laughing as Danny considers what he said, before freezing and slapping his hands over his face. “Ancients, I didn't even think of that- sorry Dick. He was definitely an asshat though. Real piece of work, that one!” Danny chirped mock-cheerfully. “Did you know that if you’re really flexible you can fit in a half size locker?”

Dick freezes at the sudden question. “Uh… No?” He replies warily. The idea of someone being inside a locker that small physically pained him, and he really didn’t want to think about why Danny would know that.

Why anyone would shove his little brother into a locker.

He pushed the fear and guilt boiling in his gut down and turned to Danny with a smile. “How would you feel about online classes?”

Danny whips his head around to stare at Dick like he grew a second head. “Online?” He asks tentatively, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

“Online.” Dick agrees quietly.

Danny stares out over the dreary scenery and the sun just starting to shine light over the edge of the horizon. ‘The only time you can see it through the smog’ Dick muses as Danny thinks about his offer.

“I think I would like online school. It might help.” Danny admits in a quiet voice, hands gripping the railing almost painfully tight(For a second Dick thought he saw the metal give a big, but that must have been a trick of the light. Danny’s blood tests didn’t have the meta gene.). “And thank you… For offering to do that for me I mean.” Danny mumbles.

“Of course! What are older siblings for!” Dick beams at him, only faltering a little at the well concealed hurt in Danny’s face. It was pretty obvious that he was just about to shut down the conversation completely, when the batcom went off. Perfect timing.

Dick waves the com in Danny’s direction. “Looks like our clown friend got picked up across town on his way here.” Danny glances up in confusion as Dick hops off the railing he had been sitting on. “You want to race back?”

Danny visibly perked up as he hopped over the railing and pulled his grapple out of his belt pocket. He smirked Devilishly and took off before Dick could even hop over the railing.

“Get back here! I never said start!” Dick yelled out after Danny as they sped across the rooftop and swung between buildings chasing each other back to the cave.

Back home.

#danny fenton #richard grayson #dc x dp #crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #writing #batpham #mentioned joker #mentioned oracle #past traumatic school experiences #just a bonding moment #ficlet #not a whole thing #i’m not gonna lie it’s pretty sad #but i tried my best okay 🥲 #i’m not a great writer #and i’m only putting it out here because i’ve been vanished for a while #been a bit sick and ngl completely forgot tumblr #sorry #past trauma #online schooling(discussed) #dick doesn’t know danny is phantom #past bullying #an angsty idea in an awkward number of chapters

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 10

MASTERPOST

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Underneath the hot summer sun, Damian lay fat on Danny’s belly as the older boy lazily drifted underneath the water’s surface. Well, drifting was a strong word, as Damian estimated they were still going at about 20 miles an hour, but considering Danny’s top speed, it probably was like a peaceful drift.

The ocean water was crystal clear, all the way down to the shallow floor beneath them, as patterns shifted and ebbed with the movement of the waves. It was very much welcome change from the dark ravine they’d just evacuated.

They swam close enough to the surface that Damian could occasionally peek his eyes over the water. It was probably the first time he’d touched air since he woke up a changed being. It felt hot, quite hot in fact. Damian looked up to the sun, before quickly ducking back down as the harsh glare blinded his sensitive eyes.

“You’ll get used to it.” Danny had said. Damian resigned himself to idly batting away at the surface, watching the streaks and waves created by the speed of his hands pushing the water apart.

It was amusing. The peace helped to keep certain thoughts out of his mind for a little. But Damian was nothing if not decisive, and he would put the concerns that nipped at his fins to rest.

“I take back what I said. Earlier.” Damian muttered.

“Sorry, what?”

“About you being a poor excuse for a hero. All I have done is antagonize and belittle you, and yet you still choose to burden yourself with me.”

“Damian I feel like we’ve been over this.”

Damian crossed his arms. “No, that was for leading you into danger.”

“Well your forgiveness coupon extends to past grievances too this time.” Danny said, a ghost of a smirk gracing his translucent skin.

“You have shown a great heroic spirit. When I came to Amity Island, the reports of your character were confusing, and contradictory. Now that I have seen your actions with my own eyes, I can see the truth…”

“Aw, Damian…” Good grief, he was about to start getting mushy again. Damian had to stop this.

“You are just as much an obnoxious goody two shoes as my eldest brother.”

“You know? I’ll take it, backhanded compliment or no.”

Damian slapped his tailfin on Danny’s stomach. The older boy only laughed, that same obnoxiously contagious mirth that only Richard could produce. Damian lowered his head into his crossed arms, disguising any peeking grin with a pout.

Knock, knock, knock.

Bruce Wayne had made a note to visit Fentonworks sometime during their visit, but circumstances have moved that trip up his timeline. He took in the maddening contraption that was this building. There was no building code in the world that would allow this thing to stand. Above the brick and mortar, winding metal pipes lead into what appeared to be a huge radio tower complete with observation deck. Bruce could practically feel the stress those pipes had to take. It was so top heavy it was a miracle a stiff breeze hadn’t knocked the entire house down. He would definitely not want to be the poor sap who had to enforce building codes round here. Considering the Fenton’s penchant for shooting first, it would not be surprising if they had shot at them, likely yelling accusations of “collusion with the sirens!”

However, these people were his best lead, and he needed to follow it. For Damian’s sake, and for his.

The door swung open, revealing Maddeline Fenton in her signature jumpsuit, the hood pulled down and hair slightly disheveled. From the search, or out of worry for her wayward son?

It had been a good twenty-four hours since Damian had been dragged into the water by an unknown party. The moment Bruce noticed the beeping alerting that Damian’s tracker was going critical, he went into Batman mode right then and there, rushing to the scene of the crime. However, what he found instead was fourteen-year-old Daniel Fenton standing over the peer, a haunted look on his face.

Bruce had asked him if he was ok, before local authorities separated then and corralled them away from the scene, setting up tape and warning signs. Bruce verbally wrestled with them, demanding to let him see if his son was alright. However, as far as they knew, he was just a normal man, in no way equipped to dive into the depths and fist fight sea monsters.

It was at times like this that he cursed the need for secrecy.

Bruce didn’t see Daniel Fenton again. When he asked around, nobody had either.

Barred from joining the search physically, Bruce was given free access to the security footage in the area, searching in conjunction with other investigators, as per his insistence. While he recovered barely anything useful for Damian, it did show Daniel’s last appearance being around ten minutes after Bruce had found him. Daniel had slipped out of the crowd, last seen heading toward the cliff-face on the far side of town. Bruce sent off the info to the police and GiW as soon as he found out.

That lead him here. To console, but also to interrogate.

“Oh, Mr Wayne! We weren’t expecting you.”

She led Bruce into the living room, seemingly a very normal and domestic place, but a closer look revealed dozens of spare parts scattered around tables and desks and shoved to the side to make room for more unfinished inventions. The living room was adjacent to the kitchen, and Bruce could almost swear he saw glowing blue slime dripping out of it.

“Jack! We have a guest!” Maddeline called out, before inviting Bruce to sit down with some tea. “I’m terribly sorry, we weren’t expecting visitors. And I’m so sorry about your son. That close to shore, our preliminary bouy should’ve been able to detect the attack. We’re not sure what happened…” she trailed off.

All these facts Bruce knew well. He had been briefed on them in the early hours of the search, while there was still much hope to be hand.

“Actually, Dr Fenton, I was visiting to give my condolences about your own son. I know with all the talk about such a high-profile case, it’s easy for other cases to be swept under the rug, but that would be unfair for you.”

Madeline’s face warped not into sadness, or depression, but confusion. “Excuse me? Danny’s been staying at Tucker’s house at the weekend.”

Bruce opened his mouth to interrupt, but Madeline beat him to the punch. “Sorry, please give me a moment.”

She rushed over to an old landline hanging by the wall next to a pair of precariously placed prototypes for some kind of futuristic gun. Rapidly punching in what he recognized was the Foley house’s number, Madeline yanked the phone out of its receiver.

“Angela? Angela, is Danny there, I need to speak to him… What?!” Madeline’s face twisted into shock. Her left hand cradelling the landline, her right hand stroking her hair repteadly. “Danny told me he’d be staying at your house. Yes, yes. Please do so. Thank you Angela. I’ll call Pamela now.”

She hung up. Another rapidly inputted number later, and a second call went through. “Pamela, I’ve been told that Danny’s been staying with Sam. Is he there? I urgently need to speak to him.”

This time, the response was very audible. Bruce could hear a raised, ranting voice, a far cry from the sickly sweet dulcet tones ‘Brucie’ Wayne had been subjected to the night before. “Pamela I need you to listen to me. Danny told me that he’d be staying with Angela. Angela told me that Tucker told her that they’d be in your house. And now you’re saying Sam’s taken them all to a camping trip on the mountain? Yes… yes. I know.”

Just at that moment, Jack Fenton, barreled into the room, emerging from a set of stairs leading into the kitchen, a tray of chocolate fudge cookies steaming in his gloved hands.

“Brucie Wayne!” The man put down the tray of cookies and rushed over to Bruce, where Bruce’s hands were almost crushed by the vigorous handshake the man gave him.

“Listen, Brucie,” Jack Fenton’s voice lowered. “I really wanted to say we’re sorry abou-“

Before Jack could finish what he was saying, Madeline grabbed him by the collar. “We have to go, Jack! To the SAV!”

Bruce stood up. “I’m coming with you.”

That might have been a mistake. Jack Fenton grabbed his hand again with that bone crushing grip and pulled him outside. Madeline pressed a button on a remote, revealing a garage housing the scientific marvel and engineering horror of the Fentons’ hand-crafted and customised tank of a… duck boat.

The exterior was sleek white with silver lines, with reinforced tires on the bottom and a hull wide enough to float on water. The top sported a radar dish, and Bruce identified several seams all across the boat, likely where some of the numerous weapons the Fentons made were hiding.

Of course, Bruce had seen this thing in action before, and the only thing worse than Jack’s sailing was his driving.

“Come on Brucie, we can talk more on the way!”

Meanwhile, in the middle of the ocean…

“It is pitiful how much Richard adores that, that Jaws film.” Damian’s disgust is palpable in his low glare, a disgust mirrored by Danny’s own gag.

“Dude, no way. I hate that fuckin’ movie so goddamn much. Imagine making a movie where tiny puppies start mauling people to death for no reason!”

Damian nodded, sagely. “It is anti-shark propaganda in the finest, and its disavowal by its direct is incredibly telling.”

“I think the Dolphin Mafia were behind it.” Damian considered this thought. How he would love for that to be true, so he could sink his teeth into some dolphin flesh in revenge for what they did to him and to shark reputations worldwide. “Like dude! Sharks are the cuddliest fish on the planet! They don’t even fight sirens, let alone humans. Pretty sure sea urchins cause more injuries. Hell I think the siren attack numbers are about to overshoot them.”

“If the Dolphin Mafia do exist, I will make it my mission to hunt them down, and devour them all.” Damian said with fatal finality.

A beat passed. Danny blinked. “Dude, aren’t you a vegetarian?”

“… Perhaps.”

“Isn’t it like, a moral thing for you? Don’t tell me the siren instincts are messing up your brain chemistry. I literally wouldn’t know how to explain that to Bruce and I’m already fearing for my life.”

“I am of my right mind. It is just that I intend to slay them regardless, so why let their flesh go to waste?”

“You know stuff doesn’t go to waste in the ocean? Like, if you don’t eat it, there’s a million other tiny organisms waiting in line for you. That’s how the freaking ecosystem works.”

Damian considered these words. While yes, it was a relief that killing the Dolphin Mafia (if they did exist) would not necessitate their consumption to prevent wastage, it was oh so tempting to dominate them in the traditional fashion of supreme ocean animals…

“It is worth considering. I will ponder my decision at a later date.”

“I’ll pretend that isn’t utterly scary.”

Damian’s thoughts turned to another pod of dolphins… “That being said, I should like to relieve Skulker of his hunting dolphins.”

“You mean hunting… doglphins?” Danny said with another infuriating grin. Damian went to bad it away, only to get stopped by the older boy holding him back with a finger.

“Let me finish my point! If you intend to continue making inane puns, this journey will be difficult.”

Danny laughed.

“I am serious!”

Danny laughed again, provoking Damian to launch himself at the older boy’s face with a snarl. The boys tumbled and tussled through the water as they play fought…

Bruce was beginning to get nauseous.

His pleas for safer driving went largely ignored. “Sorry Bruce it’s an emergency!” Which left him to helplessly cling to his seat for dear life as Jack pulled sharp turns at top speed, and barrelled through barricades.

The SAV’s alarm sirens (how ironic) blared at full volume as Madeline’s voice blasted through a megaphone. “This is a siren emergency! Please be on the lookout for Sam Manson, Tucker Foley and our baby sweetkins Danny Fenton! HOLD ON TIGHT BABY BOY, WE’RE COMING FOR YOU!”

Scanning the streets for the teens while praying for God for safety from a civilian’s driving was not on his agenda today.

“You doing ok back there, Mr Wayne?” Madeline asked. Bruce grimly nodded.

Jack Fenton swerved through a roundabout, heading for the mountain.

If Bruce’s intuition on teenagers was worth anything (and it had to be worth anything, considering the years he spent wrangling some of the craftiest, most rebellious teenagers on the planet), those kids were definitely hiding something. He just had to find out…

#dpxdc #danny fenton #merman #damian wayne #dcxdp #merboy #mermaid au #less angst #fluff #jaws is propaganda #jack fenton #bruce wayne #maddie fenton

[high-king-of-ghosts]

Wailing Song!AU

Ghost King!Danny who regularly needs to purge all the excess energy he gets from the Realms. It doesn't hurt him if he doesn't, it just makes him even more restless then usual and amps up his already haywire ADHD.

Now there's plenty of ways to expel this engery: fights, practicing powers, longer patrols, or even taking Cujo for a walk. How does Danny get the job done? He sings.

He learned, through one VERY intense solo rock out session in the Keep, that if he trys (or is emotional) he can put the power of his Wail into his voice and words. When he focuses it like that it doesn't just outright drain him of everything he's got, but still is a massive release of energy and his powers. So when he gets that tell tale zing of too much energy though his blood or even if he just needs to release pent up emotions he goes to a deserted part of the Zone and just....sings.

It's become a type of comfort for him at this point, something he can do if he's feeling overwhelmed or that the world and the weight he carries is just TOO MUCH and he's needs to /get away get away get away/. Or even when beings around humans and ghosts alike just gets hard sometimes because he'll never truly get to be either one ever again, forever stuck in the barrier between Life and Death. Never Fading and never Dying, just adrift in the space between.

He always goes someplace desolate in the Zone, maybe a random uninhabited island or even just drifting along with the tug of some imaginary current with the wide galaxy of greens/purples/blues undulating around him as he sings. The Zone itself is what nudges Danny in the directions it needs healing the most, takes him to quiet areas where he can sing and heal all the damage from centrys of neglect under Pariah's reign and absence. He doesn't like the idea of people hearing him sing, doesn't even know if he's any good, just knows that it's one of the few things he can just...fully ENJOY with no strings attached. If it also helps him release anergy and heals the Zone along the way? Even better.

Little does the King know that his haunting voice echos throughout the Realms each time he sings. His Wail carrying it away to curl around the nearby ghosts as a healing caress, taking away pain and healing the area around it with the new energy. The genre is ever changing but the effect will always be the same, because even when if the lyrics he sings just end up being screams of anger, sadness, and regret it brings peace to the Realm.

The ghosts all know of The One Who Sings, the Siren of The Realms, The Healing King, or better know by all as The Guardian. They know yet never confront him, it's something the know deep in their core that they shouldn't mess with. A warning from the Realms to leave its King to heal, both the Zone and himself in the small moments of solitude he can claw out for himself.

#TheOneWhoSings #SirenOfTheRealms #Siren!Danny #WailingSong!AU

#danny phantom #Wailing Song!AU #dp au #dp headcanons #ghost king danny #no idea where this came from #you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands

[valiantsuitcaseskellington]

Weeping Siren

Inspired by this post, but not the same thing.

Had this amazing idea I couldn't let go.

So basically, Danny's home world was destroyed, and none of his friends or family are alive or even dead with him. I'm not sure what caused thus but probably some sort of dumb GIW plot. This act also damages, but not destroy, the ghost zone/infinite realms.

Danny becomes the ghost king, sure he might have a bit of paper work, but in this story the main job of the ghost king is to keep the ghost zone working/safe, and even protect it should he have to. Because the ghost zone is damaged, he spends most of his time feelings himself through the ghost zone and fixing areas, maybe this is why the Lazarus pits exist?

Anyways, since Danny's always stressed and is grieving/will always grief his home, the ghosts always feel the sorrow of their great king, whom they all grow protective of, and who they greatly love and appreciate.

Danny takes to singing to relieve stress, help him pass the time, and even let him grief in a safe way. Despite this and the love of his people, being in the ghost zone and effectively working even when he can sleep, it all starts getting to him. So he starts performing his songs to the ghosts, telling his stories, his wishes, his love and grief, what he wishes could've happened, and what he hope WILL happen, all through his songs.

Yet he is still in the ghost zone, and so the ghost suggests he performs to the many dimensions and universes that the ghost zone is connected to, it is infinite after all.

And so he does.

From here the ghost king gains a reputation for being a great, yet sad king. A being that could destroy dimensions without trying being in perpetual grief. His stage name becomes the Weeping Siren.

It continues like this.

My idea come from a story where the JL see Constantine being excited/ecstatic for once. They ask what's up and John says the Weeping Siren is going to perform in their universe soon, and he's excited to attend.

One thing leads to another and John or Zatanna convince the other members to join, or the other way around, the JL convinces the two to take them. Either way they tell the JL time and space and everything stops for those who attend, so there are no consequences, and everyone can have a chance to join. And they want the JL beings from different dimensions and universe will most likely be attending as well.

If you want to go even crazier you can add different versions of the Justice league or those they know, like many different versions of Jason Todd attend and things like that.

I imagine it like a bar/dinner kinda vibe, with a stage that Danny steps on to. He's obviously going to be dressed androgynously, and it's hard to say if he seems more ghost or human, as his forms have long since practically merged with eachother. Sure he could shift more to one of his sides, but he accepts hes both, so he becomes both.

Danny sings songs, even the happier songs have a wisp of sorrow or longing in them.

A song I'd add is Nobody by Mitski. Idk why, but it resonates with me, and I think It'd resonate with this Danny.

This danny totally wears dresses, and i imagine he wears darker colors, more blacks with chains, as well as have glasses that look perscripting perched on his head like you would sunglasses. With a certain flower in his hair. Nods to Tucker and Sam. Yes he wears pants and combat boots popular my many world's men. He'd wear biker gloves and all in all he'd change up his outfits, wearing a multitude of different things popular of both genders. Yet the flower, the dark colors, those glasses, they always stay consistent.

#dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #dp crossover #dp prompt #dp x dc #dp #dc #dc x dp crossover #im not sure i came up with the best stage name #i might even change it myself if i ever write this #so feel free to mess with that all you want

[airis-hunter]

Sneak peek at the DP x Batman fic I'm writing. I'm calling it (chapter 1 up now on my profile)

The Phantoms Bat

Summary: Danny has been the ghost king for quit a few years now, technically he was 20, but ghostly he was like 60. As Danny watches his loved ones die he wonders if he’ll ever feel that feeling of love that came with family, luckily a trip through a random ghost portal gives him the feeling again through an orphaned bat.

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Danny wondered through the ghost zone for what felt like the millionth time, but he still hadn’t explored ever nock and crany the his dimension had to ofer. It was a beautiful place, but maybe Danny was a bit influenced by the fact that he was its king, that didn’t stop him from loving it though.

As he floated absently looking around a portal opened right in front of him almost a if it was waiting for him. When the portal fully opened his core seemed to tug him in the direction of the portal. Never one to question his ghost instincts. He hovered hesitantly in front of the portal.

Approaching it he reached a hand through, he waited only a second to see if clockwork would show up and tell him not to go in, but he didn’t. Reassured that he wasn’t going to mess up and big timeline mambo jumbo Danny floated into the portal. Danny was not expecting to come out standing on a building roof top above an ally way.

The sound of someone crying quikly distracted him. Running over to the edge of the roof top Danny looked down and what he saw felt like it cracked his core. Down in the ally way was a child crouching over two larger forms Danny could only assume were the boys parents. Floating down behind the boy Danny fell to his knees.

The sadness, and ablolute despair the boy was sending out in waves practically broke Danny. “Hey.” Danny spoke in the most comforting voice he had, which he often used with the new ghost children that would manifest in the ghost zone confused and hurt and sad.

The boy wiped his head around Danny was afraid he was going to get whiplash, when Danny spoke.

“Who, who are you?” The boy asked with an obvious tremble in his words. It made Danny’s core and heart ace.

“I’m Danny, who might you be younge man?” Danny asked with a smile while sending waves of calm, and safety at the boy.

The boy sniffled before answering. “Bruce.”

“Thats a very nice name, now Bruce could you tell me what happened?” He asked with as much reasherence as possible, he did not want the boy to think he was going to hurt him, Danny would never hurt a child (not when they all reminded him of the child he wish he could’ve had)

“Someone shot mommy and daddy. We were just leaving the theater when a man attacked us.” Bruce sniffled before continuing. “He, he killed them.” He said with a sob.

Danny couldn’t hold back anymore. He floated over to Bruce quickly and scooped the child into his lap and hugged him. That seemed to be the hit that broke the dam as Bruce started ugly sobbing, Danny didn’t mind the small wet spot that started form on the front of his suit.

“Shuh, shuh, its okay no one’s going to hurt you now, you’re safe with me.” Danny reassured Bruce. The only response that Danny got was a small nod from Bruce.

As Bruce’s sobs turned to small sniffles Danny felt his breath even out. Looking down at Bruce he saw that he had fallen asleep. Danny’s core warmed in content at such a display of trust so quikly. At the sound of approaching sirens Danny turned invisible and floated up to the roof top that he first appeared on.

However, now he was in a predicament, Where did Bruce and his parents live? Looking down at the streets Danny saw a newspaper stand new by. Flying over to it in hopes of clues Danny was greeted with the image of the boy and his parents on the front page. Apparently they were the wayne family.

Looking at the description Danny instantly new they were very rich, so he just had to look for possibly the biggest house in the city, and he would drop Bruce off at home. A home that would now be empty.

Should I continue this or no???

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The Breaking Point of Ice

Based on the prompt: "The stars were very pretty tonight. But he was so cold." by @quishaweasley-blog for Phic Phight Word count: 9,027 Warnings: minor character death, suicidal ideation, panic attacks AO3 Link

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The sirens still echoed in Danny’s ears, a distant cacophony that resonated with the unsteady thrum of his core.

The firelight still flickered in Danny’s vision. Even with eyes shut, he could see the awful red glow licking skyward.

The smoke still choked his airway, squeezing at his chest until his lungs could have burst.

The heat still enveloped him, burning at his skin, raw and aching.

He blinked.

Silence lay around him. From up atop the hill, Danny could see practically all of Amity. Night had fallen— had fallen hours ago— and in the dark the lights of the city glowed. Not many cars were out on the street at this hour, and those that were went quietly, their lights slipping silently down the streets. Somewhere a dog barked, but the sound faded into the backdrop of crickets chirping and the gentle hush of the wind through the grass. 

The day had sweltered, a hot late spring day in its own right. Danny supposed the night was just as warm, but he struggled to feel it.

Beyond the fire still raging in the backdrop of his mind and the heat of the burns that blistered his skin, only the cold remained.

Danny shivered against it, hugging his knees tight to his chest. It did little to help, with the cold so close at hand. It lingered in his fingers and raced along his arms. It settled in his joints and found purchase in his chest. A wall of ice could have slid around his core— might have, for all it felt— and Danny could only shiver in its icy chill.

Frost had crept over the grass around him. His breath fogged, small puffs far too similar to his ghost sense. 

He could still feel how it coiled up his throat earlier that morning. A familiar chill that had him, as always, tensed for a fight. He never knew what to expect with that chill. It could mean something as innocuous and small as an ectopus, or…

The frost crackled as it spread, the sound a mockery of the fire still roaring in Danny’s ears.

A keening sound escaped his lips. Hands found their way into his hair, tattered gloves and raw fingers bunching in soot-stained white locks. Danny shut his eyes tight, rocking forward as the keening bubbled into a sob. Air couldn’t enter his lungs fast enough, each gulp stinging his scorched esophagus.

Danny could have plunged into the tundras of the Far Frozen, for how surely the cold gripped him. Icy hands clawing at his skin, tearing at the burns until they stung. The ice should have felt soothing in the wake of that burning heat. He should have taken solace in it, finding comfort in the cool of his core. After all, Danny had welcomed winter since that icy stone lodged itself in his chest. It was a part of him, as much as anything else could be— the cold as innately Danny as his name.

Yet it hadn’t been enough. 

Against the roar of fire and the flicker of flame, each rising higher and higher until it drowned out all else— that chill he bore in his heart and hands hadn’t been enough. 

How did a glacier melt so easily against tongues of flame?

The night was not as peaceful as it seemed. When Danny picked his head off of his knees, his eyes training on the spot he’d spent hours staring towards, he could still see the lights. After everything else had gone, the ice melted and the fire extinguished, the last hints of smoke fading into the atmosphere, those lights remained. A distant flicker of red and blue, the siren long-since quieted, though no less an echo in Danny’s mind as the crackle of flame.

If Danny squinted, he could see the blackened buildings the light circled. One was larger than the others, the epicenter of it all. The place where fire ignited and roared, chewing through wood and dancing over concrete as it spread.

Before the sirens, there had been screams. 

The lights of the city blurred as tears welled in Danny’s puffy eyes. He didn’t fight against them, letting them fall past his lashes and carve channels through the ash blotching his face. 

Danny hadn’t seen his reflection, but it didn’t take much imagination to know what he looked like. A mess. A raw wound. A failure, if anything.

A shaky, choked sob. A shiver down his spine, the motion causing aftershocks of ache through his body.

He deserved worse.

Shutting his eyes tight, unable to stymie the flood of tears that broke through, Danny almost wanted worse.

The familiar whine of an ectogun cut through the night, as if to provide that half-formed wish. Despite it, Danny couldn’t help but stiffen at the sound, each aching muscle tense with memory and instinct…

He didn’t bother to pick up his head.

“I finally found you,” said a familiar, raspy voice, each word raw and strained.

Danny didn’t answer. Still didn’t pick up his head.

He just waited, head bowed before her, accepting whatever came next.

Danny half expected her to squeeze the trigger right away. She had the perfect shot— the perfect target— and yet…

The ectogun didn’t fire. He could hear the barrel of the weapon rattling slightly in what must be shaking hands. Her own breath accompanied it, no less shaky.

“Get up, ghost,” she challenged, voice broken, straining on the last word. Danny couldn’t say if smoke or emotion had done worse damage to her vocal chords.

He still didn’t get up. Still didn’t lift his head.

The cold wrapped around him, more claws and teeth than anything.

“Get up,” she demanded. “Face me. Face me and—and what you did.”

Emotion choked those words, enough of it to squeeze at Danny’s own throat. Fresh tears welled in his eyes and he squeezed his knees more tightly as he let out a shaky sigh.

How could he face her? How could he face anything right now?

It had been nothing but a small mercy that the fire claimed his cellphone and any of the questioning calls it might have carried.

“Look at me.” 

Her voice cracked with a sob, the sound reverberating in Danny’s core like hairline fractures racing along glass. 

Despite himself, he lifted his head.

Valerie had been there too. Danny had seen her— had known— yet nothing prepared himself for the sight.

She wasn't wearing her suit at all. In its place, Valerie had changed into what he could generously call everyday clothes, though they looked more like pajamas. Loose, frizzy hair framed her face, without the usual band she pulled it back with. Her eyes were blood-shot, her face smeared with soot and her cheek bandaged.

It was the first of many bandages.

Danny’s eyes widened in horror as he took in the wraps spiraling over her arms and ankles, thickest around her hands and wrists. Her fingers poked through the tips of the bandages, raw and red as they held the ectogun with everything she had.

Danny tried to open his mouth to say something— her name, anything— but no words came out. He simply settled on Valerie’s eyes, vibrant green meeting bold hazel, each brimming with tears.

“Get up,” she said again, her teeth clenched, though chattering. Her hands shaking, though her grip was firm. She had the ectogun pointed squarely at his head. If she were to take the shot, Danny knew it would do awful damage at such close range.

(Enough damage.)

“Val…” he managed, the word a strangled warble through his wrecked throat.

Valerie’s eyes widened with surprise, the ectogun jerking slightly in her grip. Of course, Phantom wasn’t supposed to know who she was as a civilian.

Her surprise did not last long, easily replaced by a burning anger as her eyes blazed and her teeth grit with fury. 

“I don’t know how you know my name,” she said in a dangerous whisper tinged with as much fear as anger, “but I’m not going to let you trick me. Not like you tricked all of those people— those kids.” Her voice cracked on the word and a renewed jolt of ice rocketed through Danny’s chest.

“You’re a monster,” Valerie continued, hardly pausing to breathe. “Those people trusted you, and you— and you…”

Her voice trailed off, the tone hollow and shattered with emotion clawing at her throat.

Danny let the words roll over him, each insult falling in line with his own scattered thoughts.

“I know,” was all he said, his voice tinny and hardly there.

Valerie nodded, her chest heaving with unsteady breaths. Danny hadn’t even asked if she was okay— he knew she wasn’t. The burns, the red-rimmed eyes… Nothing about this was okay.

“I’ve known you were a monster from the start. You had everyone else fooled, but I knew. The Fentons were right not to trust you.”

A hollow ache lingered in Danny’s chest, squeezing with that awful chill of ice. Fractals of it coursed through his veins. Phantom had a tentative truce with Valerie, something new and hard-won.

Gone now.

“Get up, Phantom,” Valerie demanded once more.

Danny just stared up at her, wondering why she hadn’t yet pulled the trigger.

Val swallowed a lump in her throat, her lip quivering before reinforcing into that snarl. She kicked out her leg, striking him painfully in the shin with her boot. Danny tumbled back into the grass, swallowing down a hiss as his burns pulled.

“Where’s all that bravado now? Where’s your fight? You fucking coward. You made everything worse and couldn’t even have the decency to stick around. Y–you ran and hid and now you won’t even face me?”

Danny held her gaze, his jaw clenched, until it was too much. Shutting his eyes, Danny allowed himself to fall back along the hill, lying prone. The grass jabbed at the burns torn through his suit.

“If you’re going to shoot me, do it now and get it over with. I’m done,” he whispered.

A sharp intake of breath. A swear. Danny felt another sharp jab in his leg as Valerie kicked him again, 

“What is wrong with you? What game are you playing?” she said, her voice rising into a quavering shout. “Fight me.”

Danny opened his eyes, staring up at the sky overhead. It was a perfect night for stargazing, with hardly a cloud in the sky. Danny could pick out several constellations and, were it any other night, he might have lain there, finding as many as he possibly could. 

It was disquieting now, more than anything. The sky too vast and open. Too uncaring of the day’s events or the cold coiling in Danny’s chest. Frost continued to spread around him, the grass crackling in the wind with it.

“I’m not playing a game,” he said. “I… I wanted to help.”

The grass crunched as Valerie moved, her form swimming into view as she crouched over him, her ectogun still pointed at his face.

“Bullshit. I saw you. As if you ghosts weren’t causing enough harm— as if that fire wasn’t enough— what the fuck did you expect to happen with that ice?”

Her ectogun was so close to Danny’s face that he could feel the ectoenergy emanating from it. It burned against his raw, scorched skin. 

Danny swallowed, his throat tight and painful. His breathing picked up, chest heaving as he tried his best to force down the sob trying to well past his lips.

"I was trying to help," he repeated hoarsely.

If looks could kill, Valerie's would have given him a second chance at a headstone. She threw her ectogun aside and crouched down, grasping Danny firmly by the front of his suit. He couldn't help but flail in her grip, his hands landing on hers as she gave him a violent shake. Her eyes were mere inches from his now, reflecting the green glow of his own.

"You got people killed. Students— kids. My friends." Her voice broke and tears rolled down her cheeks. “D–Dash and Star are dead. Paulina and Tucker are in the hospital.” 

She gave him another violent shake and Danny simply went lax in her grip, letting go of her hands. Each word lanced his core. Ice struck through him— through his mind—

He could still remember, with far too much detail, the moment that ice had splintered, cracked, and fallen with far too heavy of a thud.

Tears slipped down Danny’s cheeks. He wanted to scream, to run, to get up and make things better somehow, but…

He couldn’t fix this. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I–I’m sorry.”

The words spilled out in a broken mantra, each word feeling far too hollow. Valerie swam in his vision, hazy and indistinct through his tears. 

“You don’t get to be sorry about this,” she snarled, giving Danny another furious shake, her nails digging into his chest like icicles. “Why are you crying? You don’t get to fuck up peoples’ lives and cry over it.”

Danny just shut his eyes, slowly shaking his head. He didn’t know what else to do, what else to say. There was nothing to say, other than those apologies that came too late and held too little.

He’d run. After Danny had made sure Tucker was stable, he’d simply run. The thought of lingering anywhere near people, even those he loved and who loved him, had sent that chill sparking in his chest. The cold had lingered for hours now, the frost persistent and biting. 

He could still see Tucker on that stretcher, his leg a bloody mess. He could picture Sam and Jazz, scrambling as they did what they could to pick up the pieces and cover for Danny's absence when he broke down and fled.

 Guilt coiled in Danny's belly, winding up his ribs and squeezing at his core.

Valerie let out a snarl and threw him backwards into the grass, hard enough to knock the air Danny didn't need from his lungs. He winced as the burns along his torso pulled and squinted open his eyes, expecting any moment now for the green bolt of an ectoblast.

It didn’t come.

Valerie paced beside him, her breaths shaky and stuttered with sobs. She kicked at the frozen grass with her boot and sank down into in. Running her hands roughly through her hair, she stared at him with blood-shot eyes.

“Why are you still here?” she demanded. “If you’re really sorry, why the hell are you still here? Haven’t you done enough harm?”

If the blazing rage in her voice had hurt, it was nothing compared to this flagging anger. Despondency. Valerie had never looked more like a child then, gripping at her hair like a lifeline and glaring at Phantom with glazed-over eyes.

It was all his fault.

Danny dragged himself up onto his elbow so he could look at her. Really look at her. 

She was shaking. 

“I lost two of my friends. We weren’t close anymore but… now we never will be.”

Another jab at his core, enough to sharpen the frost around him, a swirl of cold air ghosting over the hill. Valerie shivered in the chill, clutching herself tightly. She wasn’t looking at Phantom anymore, just staring, unseeing ahead.

 “I don’t even know if Paulina will be okay,” she said quietly. “I don’t… I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this— what they did. You play the hero, but you keep taking and taking from me and…”

Her voice trailed off as she glanced down at the grass beside her. The ectogun lay there, a layer of frost coating the barrel of the weapon. She picked it up with a shaking hand and stared at the thing, turning it over in her hands like a toy gun.

“I came looking for a fight. I told myself I’d finally end you, whatever it took.” Her hold tightened on the gun, the metal creaking in her shaking grip.

Danny listened with everything he had, the chirps of the crickets dying down until the only things that existed in the universe were him, Valerie, and the ectogun between them.

Valerie laughed, the sound a hollow mockery to its usual rich tone. She turned the ectogun back around, pointing it back at Danny.

“I still want to end you. I want to take from you what you took from me— from them…” 

The ectogun steadied in her hand, the barrel aimed right between Danny’s eyes. He resisted the urge to close them, facing Valerie and whatever judgment she had to offer.

Her words echoed in Danny's mind, his thoughts spiraling with memories of all of the times Dash had bullied him. How many times had he wished that the bully would turn over a new leaf, or somehow get his comeuppance for his cruelty? How many times had he joked with Sam and Tucker that Dash and his friends probably wouldn't amount to much in life?

The universe had a funny way of twisting his words.

“Then do it,” Danny whispered— almost begged for Valerie to balance the scales he'd tipped so drastically.

It would just take one good shot. 

Valerie's mouth twisted, her face crumpling as she looked away with another hollow laugh, this one more broken than the first. The ectogun slagged in her grip, the nose of it dragging into the grass.

“You couldn't even let me have this,” she said, her voice hushed and cracked, hardly louder than the wind. 

Danny’s chest heaved, each breath fogging the air with cold. He struggled up onto his knees, wobbling slightly. For one awful moment the world tipped around Danny, his mind desperately careening towards the ground. He dug his gloves into the frosted grass, clinging on with everything he had.

Valerie just glared at him, her eyes no less cold than the ice in his core. Though she didn’t raise the ectogun again, Danny could see her grip tense on the weapon.

Shivering, aching with the cold and emotions he couldn’t even put to words, Danny opened his mouth. Another apology danced on his tongue, mingling with the desire to goad Valerie into that shot. He knew how to get under her skin. With the right words, Danny could have that weapon lined up, Val’s finger on the trigger, and all of his worries one green blast from falling away.

He wasn’t sure he deserved even that.

Danny opened his mouth, but no words came out. His lips quivered, his breaths hitching with another sob. Sitting back on his haunches, he buried his face in his gloves, hardly feeling his fingers against his numb skin.

“I–I don’t know if I can go home,” Danny croaked, the words tumbling off of his tongue without permission.

A scoff, wavering and small. “The Ghost Zone is going to be the only place you can go now. After what you did? You’re lucky the Fentons are too busy helping at the school.”

A shiver ran the course of Danny's spine, his core stuttering painfully on the word Fenton.

He doubted they would have much trouble inciting a hunt against Phantom now.

Valerie was right. After today… There was no ghostly protector of Amity Park. No safe haven for the half of him that longed to protect and tried to with everything he had.

It was never enough. It had never been enough, and now…

For all the cemetery lacked a grave with his name, it would gain two by his hand.

"They'll kill me," Danny said quietly, his mind running over the shelves of glinting instruments that lined the lab. "I can't tell them anymore. I–I wanted to tell them. I was trying to. I was trying…"

Danny dug his nails into his knees, rough enough to dig through the torn material of his suit and draw ectoplasm to the surface.

Green and wrong. Sickly and dead, haunting his footsteps, dragging everything he touched down, down, down with him.

He should have never stepped foot out of that portal, never brought this taint with him.

"Tell them what? That they should have aimed better?" Valerie challenged with a sharp bite of anger.

Danny breathed out a shaky laugh. "Maybe," he agreed. 

Maybe that really would have been for the best. Maybe if they'd just known sooner, all of this wouldn't have happened. No deaths, no fire, no ice— maybe the broken body of their son would have been enough to shut that portal and all of the hurt that it contained.

Danny couldn't even blame the ghost and its fire. It had been an animal, just some sort of strange large cat that darted through the classrooms, leaving a flickering trail off of its flaming coat.

The hurt went deeper than that flame and instinct. It clung to the ice— to Danny's own hands.

He replayed it in his mind, a slow slideshow of ice skirting up the sides of the hallway, forming a shield from the flames licking the walls.

The horrific crack of it splintering.

The moment that wall of ice fell.

Danny dug furrows in his skin, hardly feeling the cut of his inhuman nails. The ectoplasm that dripped from his knees left icy rivers down his legs.

“Maybe things really would be better if they’d gotten me— if I was gone. If I’d just died properly the first time,” he quavered, the words bitten through teeth sharper than his nails.

Danny expected another scathing comment from Val, for her to agree and offer him words sharp enough to shred through the last of his resolve. When only silence greeted him, the wind too loud in his ears and the chill colder than the grave, he felt something inside him splinter and crack against that breeze.

“Everything’s my fault. If I’d just— if I’d just died in the portal— or never gone inside of it in the first place. I–I turned it on. I turned it on and it’s all my fault.”

The frost along the grass sharpened, growing to jagged points. The wind swirled in a haze, tearing at the frozen grass, whipping his hair up like flames. 

(Flames that had done less harm than his ice. Flames too similar to…)

A shout cut through the wind, the word lost to the roar. 

Danny choked back a sob, swallowing down the teetering sensation of a wail.

The shout came again, louder this time, but no less audible over the wind and the frantic thrumming of Danny’s core.

Screams danced on that wind, echoes of his own, memories made real each time the wail made its way past his throat.

New ones joined the fold.

A shout— a bellow— a word he recognized. 

“Phantom!”

It could’ve been miles away, against that onslaught of wind and the keening in his chest. A word lost to time and space, yet still more rooted to the earth than Danny felt in that moment.

He could have faded away. He felt that he might. Just one last choked sob or unearthly wail and he’d simply drift into the ether, tossed into the wind, little more than a bad memory.

An ectogun whined, a cruel accompaniment to his own name, bellowed like a battlecry into the night. 

One good shot. Just one good shot and maybe he’d find his peace. Maybe the town would too, without anymore salt to rub in the wound.

When the blast came, a green bolt that stained the dark of Danny’s eyelids, he braced himself for the hit. Whatever careless acceptance he threw at Valerie’s feet, Danny couldn’t help but recoil with fear.

The jolt never came. The blast never hit. Confused, Danny opened his eyes, frozen tears shattering on his lashes.

For all the snow and ice around him, the late spring could have turned back to mid-winter. It glared brightly in the starlight, flickering with something other.

A bolt of green ectoplasm burned through the ice in front of Danny, a green glint dancing across the white snow. It smoked slightly, a mere inch from his boot. A shot intentionally misfired. A warning.

And before him, silhouetted against the moon and covered with frost, stood Valerie. She had the ectogun trained on his skull once more. She shook, more from anger or the chill Danny couldn’t say. She’d been too close to the arctic blast— too close to him— and, like everything, his ice had bitten her too.

“Wh–what the fuck did you say about the p–portal?” she stammered the moment she finally had his attention.

If ever someone’s eyes could blaze with the same intense glare of a ghost’s, it was hers right then. Fire itself didn’t have such a burn.

The wind died down, the last strong gusts of it teasing at Valerie’s frost-peppered hair as it settled inward. The cold positively turned around his core, an awful spiral that wouldn’t abate.

Danny came back to himself, shuddering as he took in the jagged spires of ice surrounding him, each spike pointed to the cloudless heavens above. Amidst it all Valerie stood, waiting for her answer. 

“Val, I—”

“No,” Valerie snapped, the word as flinty and brittle as the ice beneath them as she took a step forward, her boots crunching down the spires. “Y–you don’t get to say my name. You d–don’t get to let this g–go.” 

Another step closer, the crunch of ice an awful mockery of how it had groaned and splintered…

“T–tell me about the portal,” she stammered, still shivering, her gritted teeth chattering. 

It was a command, not a question. The barrel of her ectogun pressed against his forehead: a promise.

Danny met Val’s eyes, digging deep for an answer, prying it reluctantly from his throat.

“I turned it on,” he said.

A slow shake of her head. Valerie’s brow furrowed. 

“You came through the portal,” she snarled. “All you ghosts came through that damn portal— stop lying and tell me the truth.”

The ectogun pressed into his skin, the warm metal stinging his cold ectoplasm.

Danny wasn’t sure if Valerie would believe the truth, but he’d let her have it. After everything, it was the least he could do. The only thing, without enough strength or will in his legs to stand and escape the line of her shot.

“I–I didn’t come through the portal,” he stammered, his core thrumming, his chest heaving as he threw everything into that admission. 

The barrel of the gun dug in, so much so it might as well have phased through. 

“Where else would you come from?” she said coldly.

Danny clenched his hands into fists, his grip sticky with his own ectoplasm. He wanted to pull away from the ectogun. He wanted to flee. He wanted to be anywhere but here. 

Anywhere. Anyone. Anything but Danny Fenton, the boy who couldn’t even die right.

“I turned it on,” he admitted once more in a hushed tone. “G–got electrocuted.”

Just speaking those words aloud took everything Danny had. Exhausted the last spark keeping him sitting upright, until he slumped, leaning into the barrel of the ectogun.

He could feel it shaking against his skull.

“You’re lying. You’re lying.”

Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. How she had any left to spare was beyond him.

Danny swallowed a lump in his throat. “I’m not. You know I’m not,” he said.

Her eyes danced across his face, lingering intimately on each detail. The line of his nose. The curve of his chin. The arch of his brow.

The shape of his eyes.

“Danny told me he turned the portal on,” she said, her voice so quiet that he could hardly hear it over the thrum of his own core.

The words sank in, the cold impossibly deep with it.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Yeah, I did.”

Time seemed to stop as Valerie took in a sharp breath of air and held it. Danny could practically sense Clockwork on the margins, their hands held over this scene, guiding it along with all of the disinterest of someone who had seen it play out a thousand times before in a thousand different ways over a thousand different lifetimes. 

“No,” Valerie said, voice hollow. “No, you— you’re not him.”

The ectogun jerked in her hand, pinging off of Danny’s forehead. Valerie’s gaze snapped to it, her eyes widening with horror. 

She tossed it away as though suddenly burned.

Danny followed the weapon’s course, watching as it skidded through the snow and ice, tumbling until it fell against a large stone with a clatter. It sparked slightly at the impact and lay still.

"You can’t be…” Disbelief. Horror. Fear. “You can’t… He…”

Valerie glanced back to the ectogun. Danny wondered if she regretted letting it go. Her hands curled into fists, the bandages flexing with her grip. Her eyes snapped back to Danny and it took everything in him not to flinch.

“Prove it," she demanded in hardly more than a whisper, as though she hardly dared speak it aloud.

She didn't have to ask twice. She hardly had to ask once.

Danny had to reach deep for his transformation. The cold was so absolute, so all-encompassing, that for one heart-wrenching moment he wasn’t even sure if he could go back. His hands dug through the frost-covered grass as he dug deep, searching for that spot of warmth at the heart of his core.

It lay beneath layers of ice, frozen over and quiet, like the torpid slumber of a burrowing creature. Danny had to coax it out, throw kindling on the weak embers, and build a fire against the raging blizzard of his core. It flickered tentatively, struggling to find purchase, before those faint spring rays of sunlight managed to burst through.

Light sprang from his core, stuttering on its course as it cascaded over him. 

It brought no warmth. It brought no comfort. It brought only bruised flesh and raw, bloody wounds. Ectoplasm traded for blood, an awful and dark contrast without the green glow. The hillside grew darker without it, lit only by the ambient light of the city below and the stars that shown overhead.

The ice persisted, the cold so much worse.

Valerie had no words. She fell to her knees, eyes wide and searching, head slowly shaking in disbelief. Danny would give anything in that moment to know what she was thinking. Anything for her to just speak.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say. He didn’t expect apologies or reassurances— he wasn’t even sure he wanted them, in any case.

He certainly didn’t deserve them.

But the silence yawned between them, as cold and biting as the frost coating the grass.

Danny found his eyes trailing skyward, almost absently. He picked out the Ursa Major constellation, tracing over each of its points. The stars always helped to sooth his wandering thoughts, but now they only served as an awful reminder.

Nights spent stargazing with his mother, before the world tilted on its axis. Making the most of late night patrols, fighting drooping eyelids just to soar higher into the clouds.

Each memory held a carefree freedom that was slowly slipping through Danny's fingertips, Times bygone and lost, without any time to mourn their passing.

“This whole time…”

Danny’s eyes wandered from the patchwork of stars to the blanket of frost. While his eyes had been glued to the heavens, Valerie’s own were locked on the frostbitten soil. She plucked at a blade of frozen grass, lifting it to her eyes.

“This whole time… you let me hunt you.”

Her nails pinched the grass, the ice fracturing. She kept her eyes on it, her voice shaking as she spoke.

“You let me hunt you. You… you let your parents hunt you.”

The ice shattered, the blade of grass drooping in Valerie's bandaged fingers. Her face crumpled, her mouth twisted into an awful grimace.

“You wanted me to shoot you. You asked me to— to…”

Her fist clenched around the limp blade of grass and she drove it down into the soil, her fist carving a path through the frozen grass.

Danny watched her quietly, waiting for her to look at him. Waiting for the moment her eyes met his and all of this became real.

Suddenly, Valerie pushed off against the ground and stumbled to her feet. Her knees buckled and shook but she managed it. Her chest heaved and her breath puffed out in fogging mist. 

Finally, her eyes met his.

There was anger there, but worse was the hurt. A pinched expression with tears welling on her icy lashes, her face still smeared with ash and blotchy with emotion.

She took two shaky steps towards him, closing the distance. Her boots crushing his ice with loud snaps and cracks that shattered the quiet night.

Her left hand dug into the collar of Danny’s shirt and binder, while her right wound backwards, curled into a fist.

Her punch struck him in the cheek, hard enough to snap his head back.

“Y–you were going to let me kill you,” she said, her voice a shattered, anguished growl. “You wanted me to.”

Her fist reeled back again, this time connecting with his jaw when it returned. Danny tasted blood on his tongue.

“Did you think that would make me happy?” she screamed, the sound raw and echoing over the hillside. “Did you even think how that would make me feel?”

She raised her fist once more, holding it shaking in the air. The bandages across her knuckles were dark with blood.

“Did you think it would make everything go away— that it would fix anything? That you’d just get to leave all of us behind, and that I’d somehow be o–okay with your blood on my hands?”

Tears rolled down her cheeks, falling on his face. Her hand stuttered in the air before she let it drop, instead fisting it into the other side of his collar. 

“Answer me!” she cried, shaking him as she had Phantom.

Danny had no idea what to do with his hands— himself. He tentatively closed one around her left wrist, just to hold himself up enough to keep his binder from digging into his throat. 

“I–I…”

“If you say you’re sorry right now, I really will end you, Danny. Give me an answer— an actual fucking answer.”

Danny swallowed, his lips quivering as he tried to put something— anything into words.

“I… I didn’t know what else to do,” was all he managed.

It wasn’t enough. He knew it wasn’t, not when the words first left his lips or when Valerie’s teeth gritted with renewed anger. 

“You don’t just get to make me your executioner when you can’t think of a fucking plan, Danny!” Her voice was so shattered, so broken and hoarse— from the smoke, from screaming, from the hurt cloying at her throat. “You never think things through. You never do, and because of it… because of it they…”

Danny took in a sharp breath of air as he caught her meaning. His grip on her wrist tightened and he couldn’t even bring himself to regret it when Valerie flinched. Danny struggled to get his legs back under him, pulling himself up onto his knees as he felt some anger bleed into the cold numb of his core.

“You don’t think I know that?” he shouted, his voice cracking, no less wrecked than her own. “I fucking tried, Val. I–I tried. I’ve always tried to help, whether or not anyone thinks that. Whether or not you think that.”

Each word shook. His jaw ached, with blood still on his tongue and a bruise no doubt forming on his cheek. He ignored the pain, grasping onto this flicker of anger. It felt good to feel it— to feel something other than the persistent gnaw of grief and ache.

Valerie’s eyes widened as Danny dug his nails in too rough, digging through the bandage on her arm. She gasped in pain, flinching, and it was only then that Danny realized just how close he was to snapping her wrist.

He let go suddenly and fell back as Valerie let him loose. She stumbled back too, hardly managing to stay on her feet. She stared at her shaking wrist where fresh spots of blood welled through the bandages.

Danny stared at it too, his core aching with regret. 

“I–I’m sorry,” he said, tentatively holding out his hand, reaching for her.

His core thrummed discordantly when she pulled back.

Valerie wouldn’t look at him again. Her eyes trailed from her wrist to the snow and ice around them. They skirted down the hill until she turned to stare out over Amity Park, her back to him.

She stood there for a long moment, silhouetted against the night sky with her hands balled into trembling fists.

Slowly, she crouched down, sitting on the hillside overlooking Amity. She wrapped her arms around her knees, her head bowed over them.

Silence. An overwhelming, pervasive silence, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and Danny's own uneven breaths. It was so much worse than the anger. So much worse than anything she could say to him.

Danny sat in that silence, drinking it in. He wondered if Sam and Jazz sat in a similar silence tonight. He wondered if Tucker was awake.

He wanted to go to the them and wrap his arms around them. Fall into their warm embrace and find some measure of comfort when he felt he deserved none.

He wanted it more than anything, even though he'd chosen to run.

Not that running had gotten him anywhere.

Danny stumbled to his feet, the world teetering around him as his head swam. He dug the toes of his ratty old sneakers into the ice and picked his way through it. Shaking, trembling— unsure above all else— Danny made his way to where Val sat.

She didn't move. She didn't so much as look at him. Hesitating, Danny waited for her to tell him to leave.

The crickets chirped in the silence.

Slowly, as though he were kneeling beside an immeasurably tall chasm, Danny sank down next to Val. He left enough space between them that she could easily move out of his reach.

Valerie's eyes remained fixed on Amity's lights. They were narrowed, heavy with dark bags that showed the depth of her fatigue.

That wasn't new. Ever since Phantom and Cujo tore through her old life, she'd always looked so exhausted.

Another regret he carried.

Danny followed her gaze down the hill. His eyes instantly locked on Casper High— blackened and battle-scarred as it was. The entire east side of the building was charred black, part of it collapsed where…

A shaky sigh left his lips.

"I don't even know what you are anymore," Valerie said, breaking the silence. It shattered around them, as fragile as his ice.

Danny picked at the knees of his jeans. They were red with his blood now and Danny could feel the furrows he'd dug into his flesh beneath the denim.

"I don't know either," he admitted quietly.

She shuffled uncomfortably beside him, pulling her legs tighter to her chest.

“You’re dead, though.” A statement. Harsh truth.

Danny nodded his head. “S–something like that,” he breathed.

Valerie lifted a hand to wipe at her face, sniffling.

“Did you… did you mean what you said about the portal?” she asked.

Danny glanced at her, but Valerie still wasn’t looking at him. She stared determinedly ahead, her eyes locked on Amity.

On Casper High or FentonWorks, he couldn’t be sure. Both were visible from the hill, neither a pretty sight.

Danny nodded. “Y–yeah. Electrocution. Don’t recommend it.”

His right hand rubbed over his left. The burns from the fire had started to heal across his hands, but his skin still bore a patchwork of scars that would never go away. One scar stood out above all else, a starburst from his palm that wound in fern-like spirals to his heart.

“It was an accident."

Valerie sniffed again. She pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes, taking shaky breathes.

"The portal or–or the ice?" she asked him, the last word strangled and drawn out.

Danny glanced at the ice still around them. They were at the edge of the worst of it, sat where the frost petered into rich spring grass.

"Both," he said.

Her eyes were on him now, hazel daggers that pierced through his soul. It felt like being scanned, as though each of Danny's sins were bared for her to see. For her to scrutinize and tell for herself whether he spoke a modicum of the truth.

"It was an accident," he repeated, not knowing which he meant. Both, maybe. "I–I always mess up. I got myself killed, and now… Ancients, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, Val. I just wanted to help."

She held his gaze, eyes half-lidded with sorrow as much as exhaustion. Her hands kept squeezing at her knees. Danny realized that she must be freezing in the chill that surrounded him, a misery made no easier by her own wounds.

She'd been hurt by the fire just as much as his ice and he couldn't imagine how to start treating either of those wounds.

When Valerie at last spoke her tone was careful and even, each word spoken with conviction. "Star and Dash are dead, Danny. That doesn't go away just because you didn't mean for it to happen… you know that, right?"

Danny nodded stiffly, clenching his fists. "I know. I know, Val. I can't… stop seeing it."

The fire. The ice. 

The blood that seeped like a slow river out from beneath it, reflecting the light.

Val chuckled, a dark and humorless sound that echoed in Danny's ears.

"That makes two of us," she said.

It wasn't just two of them. That hallway had been crowded, packed to the nines with students and teachers hurrying away from the flames. That only a handful of students had been crushed when his ice fell was nothing short of a miracle.

It didn't feel like much of one.

"Have you seen Tucker?" Val asked. There was something accusatory there, as if she couldn't believe that Danny would abandon his friend to sit up on this hill.

He couldn't help but agree with it.

"I made sure he was okay first," he said, his eyes sliding over the streets that led to the hospital. "He'll be okay, but… but his leg's pretty messed up."

Just imagining Tucker there had his core thrumming with unease. Tuck always hated hospitals. He didn't deserve to be there anymore than Paulina did.

(Anymore than Dash and Star deserved their place in its morgue.)

Danny only hoped Tucker and Paulina would be able to walk out of this one on their own two feet.

That hope was weaker than his own ice.

Val nodded beside him. "He's going to need you, you know. Whatever kind of pity spiral this is, you can't just abandon him."

Danny let out a shaky sigh. "I know."

Val's eyes narrowed, her jaw flexing as she grit her teeth. "Do you?" she challenged. "Just a few minutes ago you were trying to get me to… get me to…”

She trailed off, sucking in a sharp, wavering breath of air. 

“I know,” Danny repeated hollowly.

He could still feel the phantom press of the ectogun against his forehead.

Valerie pillowed her arms over her knees and rested her chin on top of them. She was shivering still and Danny realized that, for all the cold gripping at his chest, it must feel much worse for her.

After all, Valerie was still human. 

Danny focused on the ice around him, doing his best to try and call it back. He was getting much better at controlling it.

(Or at least he had thought he was.)

Slowly, Danny focused on the cold of his core, pulling that chill inward. He shivered with it, letting out a long, fogging breath as he forced the chill down. The ice went with it, melting into the air without a trace. 

The cold remained.

Valerie watched the strange process, her expression drawn. She ran a hand through the grass, as if testing to make sure it was real.

She opened her mouth to say something, closed it, and shook her head. The silence stretched on again, so much so Danny wasn't sure if she'd speak again. Finally, just when Danny was about to break the silence, she spoke.

"I have so much I want to say to you. I want answers. I–I want to hit you again, honestly."

She clenched her fists and Danny couldn't help but smile slightly at that. It didn't last long, dipping back into a deep frown as she let out a choked sigh.

Valerie picked at the bandages on her left hand, her eyes half-lidded as she asked, "Can you just answer one thing?"

Danny tensed. A hundred different questions rocketed through his mind, lingering most prominently on the dark tunnel of the portal and the glint of spectral ice. Valerie could ask him anything. About the Zone, about his powers, about his death—

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" she asked instead.

Danny's core thrummed uncomfortably, his chest squeezing tightly as a fresh wave of ice spread through his veins. It was all Danny could do to take a deep breath and push it down, fighting against that rising chill when the frost began to prickle at the ground surrounding him once more.

Lying back down in the grass, Danny's eyes skirted over the night sky. The moon was a bright crescent, nestled amongst the blanket of stars. He wished he could curl up in the curve of it and fall asleep.

"I was scared— am scared," Danny said, speaking into the star-studded sky. 

Valerie sighed. She shifted, lying back into the grass as well.

"You told Sam and Tucker," she said. Hurt.

Glancing at her, Danny found Valerie's eyes locked onto the sky. She'd always humored him when he talked about the constellations, asking him questions more so he could ramble than she could have answers. He wondered how much of them she still remembered.

"I never told them," Danny admitted, training his eyes back to the heavens as they were wont to do. "They were just… there."

A sharp intake of breath. Danny could feel Valerie's eyes on him this time, though now he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze.

"They saw it happen," she said, more a statement than a question.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Danny nodded. "August second, right before freshman year," he said quietly. "We were just messing around. W–we… we recorded it." 

Danny hadn't seen the tape— none of them had. He held onto the thin hope that the energy surge from the portal might have destroyed most of the recording, but the camcorder they used had been modified enough by his parents that it probably caught more than he'd ever like to see.

Not that Danny needed the reminder. The event replayed itself in his worst nightmares— in Sam and Tucker's too, they had reluctantly admitted to him last summer on the anniversary. 

Just the thought had Danny's stomach roiling. Part of him wanted to race home and dig the tape from its resting place inside the wall that divided his bedroom with Jazz's and tear it to pieces.

Another part of him still wanted to watch it.

The guilty, cowardly part of him would leave it there as a reminder.

(Danny’s mind trailed to another reminder, locked away in Clockwork's domain.)

"I'd say I was surprised, but I'm really not," Valerie said. "I don't think I've ever seen you think something through. You just— do it."

And then suffer the consequences, Danny couldn't help but think.

Valerie sighed, the grass rustling as she shifted. Danny couldn't help but notice that she winced in pain at the motion. He was about to ask her if she was okay when he felt the wound edges of a bandage press against his knuckles.

Turning over his hand, Danny let Valerie slip hers into his. Her hands were bigger than his— warmer, though not enough to disperse the chill in his own. He could practically feel the ice of his core sapping away her warmth.

"This doesn't all go away," she said. Her eyes were still on the stars, not meeting his own. "Tomorrow we're going to wake up and none of this is going to go away."

Danny squeezed her hand gently, too aware of the bandages pressed into his palm.

“I know,” he croaked. 

Danny wasn’t sure how he’d face tomorrow— or the next day— or the day after that. He supposed he was already used to living with regret, but nothing like this. Though Dan’s actions weighed on his mind, at the end of the day they were mere memory.

Nothing like this.

Valerie squeezed his hand back, more tightly. 

 “I haven’t forgiven you,” she told him, her voice tense but determined. “Not for anything. Not yet.”

Danny hummed in acknowledgement, unable to answer. He expected as much, but it didn’t hurt any less to hear. 

“I don’t know when I’ll forgive you— if,” she continued, Danny hanging on her every word. Though he’d wanted nothing more than to be alone, now Danny felt like the only thing keeping him grounded was the rasp of her voice.

“All I know is if you ever try this shit again— you ever give me a reason,” she gripped his hand with everything she had, hard enough to bruise. The bones in his hand groaned under the pressure and Danny had to bite back a hiss.

“Give me one fucking reason, Danny. Give up— run away. I’ll hunt you down. I’ll make you regret it.”

The tight grip of her fingers promised as much.

“I won’t run,” Danny promised back, matching a fraction of that squeeze.

Val let out a huff. “No giving up, either. I mean it. If you ever sit like that in front of an ectogun again…” Danny thought his hand might break under the force of her grip. “Promise me that’ll never happen.”

Danny’s eyes flickered across the night sky, the stars blurring into bright streaks of light as tears welled on his lashes.

“I swear it won’t.”

Val’s grip finally loosened, though she made no effort to pull her hand from his. Danny could still feel the faintest hint of warmth in her hand, the sensation buzzing against his numb skin.

“Good,” she said with a nod, her hair brushing over the grass. “You… you owe it to them. Not just to Tucker, but… Dash. Star. Paulina, too. They—fuck, they should still be here. They should still be here and I won’t let you forget that, Danny.”

Her words faltered and broke, powerful waves dashed against the rocks of an unyielding shore. Her grip tightened once more, though it shook too much to have the same force. Danny had no words or comfort to give her. Nothing he could say that wouldn’t feel too insignificant. Danny couldn’t pretend that he’d cared about Dash and Star anymore than he could pretend that his own actions were justified and right. A thousand what-ifs and could-have-beens paved the path that led to this day. 

A niggling voice in Danny’s mind told him, under no uncertain terms, that had he only faced his fears sooner, he wouldn’t have made such a costly mistake.

He’d never know. Clockwork themself would never turn back the hands of time for what they considered such a lowly lesson—

Though it was one that would haunt Danny until he drew his final mortal breath.

The stars were beautiful tonight. Too beautiful, with everything else crashing down around him. Danny’s mind wandered, thinking about the girl beside him and her two friends that she’d never get to see again.

Danny had seen what that sort of grief could do.

At least Valerie was stronger than him… Not that she deserved any of the weight bearing down on her shoulders, or the heavy secret of knowing who had caused the death of her old friends— accidental or not.

Danny hated knowing that Valerie would keep that secret.

He hated how easy it would be to keep it, burying that ice deep inside his chest.

Though his eyes lingered on the crescent curve of the moon, Danny’s mind continued to wander, thoughts drifting to the town below the hill. To Dash and Star, and the two families having the worst days of their lives. 

Even his own family, twisted and strange as it was, hadn’t had to suffer that hardship. They’d simply kept on moving, oblivious to how the green glow of the portal buried the tomb rested beneath it.

The crickets chirped, their songs renewed in full force without the icy breeze. If Danny strained his ears, he could hear the distant hoot of an owl and the chatter of frogs in the park. The earth breathed around him, heedless of the cold grief cloying at his chest.

Danny knew he’d have to pick himself up eventually. The night would end, and when the sun rose there would be no quiet darkness to hide himself in. Sam’s cover wouldn’t last forever. His guilt would only keep him from the hospital for so long. The school, once it reopened, would have two less students in its halls, a yawning echo where they should have been.

Not even ghosts. 

Certainly no Phantom.

If the portal remained, he doubted it would for long.

At least for a little while longer, Danny could stare up at the night sky, Valerie’s hand held in his. The stars above them were so bright and beautiful, but Danny couldn’t remember ever feeling so cold.

#phic phight 2023 #phic phight #danny phantom #dp fanfic #fanfic #danny phantom fanfic #phanfic #dogfics #quishaweasley-blog #valerie gray

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do you have any "they said it was a blessing. it's a curse." oc?

Love this question, and I’ve actually got a couple that I think would fit into this category! At least by a technicality.

I’ve got Siren, a shapeshifter who has a seer ability, giving them glimpses of the future. They predicted the Fall that killed most of their people happening but misread it as like, the end times and resolved there was nothing to be done to stop it. But when everything was settled and Siren was still alive along with many others, it fell into a deep downward spiral bc of it.

There’s also Kel, who is only half shifter, his mom was a survivor of the Fall, and his unnamed and deceased father was a very powerful witch, most of that power being power Kel ended up inheriting. He’s a v optimistic little guy but got stuck with a lottttttt of power and no idea how to control it, especially with a temper that can turn at the drop of a hat. I don’t rlly have any good art of him, apologies.

And the last one is Danni, I’ve talked abt her before, she’s one of the main characters in my planned comic Golden Dandelions, also a fairly powerful witch, and she’s a self described academic. She studies dark magic (doesn’t practice it, it’s illegal) and is one of very few ppl who actually knows a very ancient and very dead language used exclusively for magic, bc she taught herself. She also had to very quickly improvise a spell to save her best friends life (basically bring her back from literal death) and the entire event left her with horrific nightmares and lasting physical effect for the rest of her life. Hers is less of ‘they said it was a blessing, it’s a curse’ and far more ‘they said it’s a miracle I’m alive but I would’ve been better off dead’

I love answering questions and I love getting to talk abt my non-fandom related ocs, absolutely keep asking abt them.

#mason draws #mason talks #mason posts #mason ocs #oc story #oc lore #ocs #oc #my ocs

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 02/10/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 2. If there are many parts from Master Post 1, they will remain on that one.

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

The Bakery is a Front!...right?,

Child Support

Alfred's Boy

The Adoptive Son

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Passion for Fashion

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

Misplace Baby:

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

Single Dad

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Jason's Doll

Cass the Halfa

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

Alley Boyfriends:

Demon and Angel Brat:

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cave Boy

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

Freelance Inventor

The Audit

One-Shots

Red Yummy

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

One hell of a good bellhop

Mr. Flavor

Danny Fenton's Ex

Corporate Rivals

Requests

Why Ten?

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Super Robin

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Cluster of Cores

#dcxdpdabbles #Master Post Links #Master Post index #Mun speaks

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Pandora was right, taking baths out in the wilderness was great! He could see the stars and point out the constellations as he scrubbed himself and practiced his singing where no one could hear him. This did not stop him from wearing swim trunks, so hess a litte paranoid. Sue him.

Pandora had been very clear about going deep into the wilderness where no one could hear him sing, because if they heard the siren song of a halfa and fled they would be haunted by it forever or until he himself tracked them down and sang a song strong enough to free them.

Ancients she knew him so well.

He had been minding his own business playing in the water with his multitude of floating duck candles, a purchase he begged Sam for when he was drugged out of his mind after a very devastating injury, and practicing one of the songs Pandora put on the "study list" called The Fairy King. If he didn't know any better he would think she was making fun of him.

He scrubbed his arm with a washcloth as he sung watching as the ducks floated around in the little super hero costumes Tucker had 3d printed for them. "Huh. It almost looks like they're dancing."

A light bulb went off in his head. He began practicing with his telekinesis as he sang, making the ducks dance together in little twists and twirls. He doesn't think he's ever had this much fun in a bath before honestly.

----

Red Robin and Nightwing were sneaking through the foliage looking for a supervillians secret base when they heard it. The sound of a full symphony playing live off in the distance. They nodded at eachother before heading in the direction the sound was coming from. They were almost on top of it when they heard the singing begin,

"When the house is still i can hear his song, beckoning me out into the ga-ar-den" the boys froze, this didn't sound anything like thier villain, they turned back to the noise edging closer, "his lullaby- promises sweet- escaaape"

Nothing could have prepared them for what they saw once they parted the underbrush, a glowing white haired teenager was standing in chest deep water, haloed by the moon behind, offering them an ethereal scene "He says, 'come my drifting flower i will hold you tight. Listen to the chime of stars and moo-oonlight-'"

The teen lifted up a floating ducky that was dressed like Red Robin in one hand and placed the other of his chest as he continued singing, "take my hand-and feel here- my heaart"

Red Robin turned beat red and Nightwing moved to give him a comforting pat on the shoulder only to have a twig snap underneath his boot. The guy whirled around and locked eyes with Nightwing for only a moment before screaming and falling backwards into the water. Bubbles rose to the surface of the pond only for a few seconds before they vanished all together.

It felt like a spell was broken and the two vigilantes just stood there for a second before nightwing jumped in to save a possibly drowning teen. No matter how hard he searched he couldn't find any proof that the guy was ever even there, save for the duck candles (?) that Red Robin had already finished collecting from around the pond.

RR didn't seem surprised that the guy had vanished and was examining the ducks. More specifically the bottoms. Dick went to see what was going on only for his younger brother to show him the bottom of the Nightwing duck.

There, in messy handwriting, was the ducks name: Duckwing

Dick laughed and started going through the ducks names, Quack-Hood, Bat-Bill, Red-Drake (which was kinda concerning and brought up the question of whether or not this guy knew any of thier identities) and funniest of all, a Robin one with a little plastic katana simply named Stabby.

----

Danny hid his face in his pillow after accidentally teleporting home. This was awful.

He waited until the heat in his face disappeared before taking a few deep breaths and thinking about how he was going to handle this. He obviously needed to track down the two Gotham vigilantes (what were they doing out there?) and break the spell on them before they become obsessed with him.

Then he remembered his ducks, "Aw man. What are the chances they didn't take my ducks?" Teleporting back to the pond after a full hour of being away showed a dark and duckless pond, much to his disappointment.

Now he added "recue the ducks" to his mental checklist.

Unbeknownst to him the vigilantes weren't the only ones to hear his song...

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #Nightwing #dick grayson #red robin #tim drake #duck candle #duck candles dressed as vigilantes #and heros #this song is so dramatic

[thenightling]

I freakin' love this show a lot more than I expected to.

Wednesday is the Netflix series spin-off of The Addams Family. Unlike the original sitcom, this is more of a drama / comedy, dealing with an older Wednesday Addams (played by twenty-one-year-old Jenna Ortega) attending Nevermore Academy, a school for the "Gifted." And by gifted I mean supernatural.

It's a bit like Monster High. The students entail werewolves, vampires, Sirens (mermaids), and Gorgons, as well as some miscellaneous monsters like two faceless children.

Wednesday turns out to have some psychic / witchy powers that she inherited from Morticia so that is why she attends the school (That and she got expelled from ordinary school when she sicked trained piranas on the swim team for bullying Pugsley).

The showrunner is none-other than Tim Burton with music by composer Danny Elfman.

The first season is a murder mystery who-done it where Wednesday has to figure out who is the killer.

There have been some whiners insisting there was nothing supernatural about the original Addams Family but I urge those people to pay more attention to previous incarnations of The Addams Family because they have...

Psychic visions come up in multiple incarnations.

A disembodied sentient hand

Cousin It

The Broadway musical had a conga line with ghosts

Their front gate and house is self-aware

Uncle Fester is immune to electricity

Grandmama and Morticia were practicing witches along with Aunt Ophelia

Aunt Ophelia has plants growing out of her scalp.

Santa Claus is real in The Addams Family 1960s TV series.

Wednesday can read minds in the animated movies.

Uncle Flambe has flame hair.

Grandmama has successfully cursed people and brewed potions.

There's a sentient tree on their property named Ichabod

"Their Goth game is just that Good."

Anyway, here's the opening title sequence of the show Wednesday. I loved this show a lot more than I expected.

#Wednesday #Netflix's Wednesday #Netflix's Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Addams #Netflix #Youtube

[canyoureallygetlostinheaven]

wednesday characters as songs from my on repeat (spoilers!!)

enid sinclair - the loneliest time by carly rae jepsen ft. rufus wainwright

ok not only does this song fit enid, but i feel like she would also love it! it matches her bubbly & bright presence, and discusses repairing a previously broken relationship. i mean, enid and wednesday had “the loneliest time” being apart, both longing (maybe enid more outwardly) to reunite. it connects to the theme of wanting to try and repair something because such a strong bond exists - romantic or platonic. not to mention the moon being a huge symbol in the mv!

wednesday addams - ain’t it funny by danny brown

despite being one of the most developed characters, i had difficulty finding a song for wednesday. while there are some differences, like the song centering around drug addiction, it has the theme of self-destructive habits AND being aware of those habits. wednesday seems to be aware of how her comments can hurt others, but she is likely doing because she believes it’ll protect her emotionally. she’s got difficulty being vulnerable which i feel. of course, she also has many strengths, but out of the limited song choices i only really seemed to have one connecting to her weaknesses.

bianca barclay - girls on film by duran duran

i mean, she is a girl on film (very funny, i know i know). the song is about the mistreatment exploitation of models. bianca may not be a model, but she is judged unfairly and only valued by some for her looks. she even states that she never knows if people truly like her for her personality, as well as not being trusted due to her siren song ability. she is practically the definition of Misunderstood. set up to be the classic Popular Girl but ends up having depth and being a genuinely good person.

tyler galpin - tell me a joke by quadeca

man :( i am not necessarily a full fledged tyler apologist, but his arc was tough to watch. he had been neglected by his father, had vital information withheld from him, and then found someone who he thought cared about him but only used him to further her evil goals. i hope we get a redemption arc honestly. anyways, tmaj is about a ghost new to the afterlife, saying: “all i could hear were the crickets/funny the joke is on me.” the “joke” was on tyler, he was unknowingly being manipulated. i think this is one where listening to the song is really key to understand.

ms. thornhill/laurel gates - Psycho Killer by Talking Heads

mmmmmmmmmm [hatred]. this one seems almost too obvious, but the song was on my on repeat & i had to take the opportunity. the song is about the thoughts of a serial killer, and despite not doing the killing herself, thornhill definitely has that mentality. she feels no remorse killing outcasts & manipulating tyler. she is the true mastermind behind the resurrection plan. need i say more?

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday spoilers #enid sinclair #tyler galpin #thornhill #bianca barclay #carly rae jepsen #danny brown #music #quadeca #talking heads #duran duran #Spotify