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stealingyourbones · 5 months

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Submitted Prompts #144

*shakes a bag of bird skulls I found in the woodsI and places it on your desk like it's a bag of gold*

I had an idea:

What if the Fenton parents are, in fact very competent Hunters, but they love their children more than their work?

Say the first shot Maddie ever fired at Phanton actually lands, and the scream he makes sounds too much like Danny's voice, to a point even with any ghostly distortion, his own still recognizes the voice.

I can see her pulling Jack to the side, making a ruckus about how the "darn ghost got away just as her blaster ran out of juice". Mostly as a way to get Danny her darling son to leave and go somewhere safe, while his parents have a whole breakdown in the GAV about their dead son.

And so begins the stealthy studies on how Phantom's "human disguise" works, the Revelation of Horrible Truth, keeping tabs on Danny's growth and revising their whole attitude on Ghosts to account for the fact that Danny himself is, at least in some part, a Ghost himself, but all he's done is live his life (and be the little hero Mom always said he'd grow up to be).

Jazz stumbles across his secret and is immediately pulled aside to join the secret "Protect the Baby Ghost" family group chat.

"And what about all the times they shot at him in canon" I hear you ask?

They're damn good shots, but while Maddie can train herself to aim just so that the shot misses just enough it looks like Phantom dodged it, Jack has the Fenton Bazooka outfitted with a tracking HUD that purposely fails to hit everyone's favorite Ghost Boy.

Danny picks up on that, but not on the fact that They Know.

And so begins the single most convoluted training arc ever.

Next time Skulker's in town, Phantom has become untouchable. Not a single shot or electrified net reaches it's target.

(The electrified weapons in particular send the Fentons into a rage when Sam and Tucker finally can't keep hiding it, and come clean about what happened, since the Fentons have proven themselves to be trustworthy)

When Red Huntress comes about, and Valerie Grey becomes barely a distant acquaintance after having only just now started becoming more than a friend, and with the GIW sniffing about, Maddie and Jack pull Danny to sit between them and finally tell him they know, and they want to prove that they'll love him just as much as before, whether Human or Ghost.

Danny breaks down in the safety of his family's love, and takes some time off as Phantom to help his parents establish a proper line of communication with the Ancients, considering they've kinda adopted themselves into the roles of Aunts and Uncles towards their little Ghostling.

Which is a good thing, because in Phantom's absence the GIW make a giant spectacle of destroying several houses while chasing some blob ghosts. They're chased out of town by brick, stone and metal bat.

Next time Red Huntress actually manages to hurt Danny, the Fentons pack up and leave. The Portal can be transported somewhere else. It can be rebuilt.

Their baby boy can't be rebuilt, no matter how much he likes to be a little shit and ignore Reality to quote Shakespeare at his own head (thank you Mr Lancer, for not giving up on him) or "give them a hand".

As Fenton takes the last tour of Amity, Phantom disappears. The Protal has been left seemingly unguarded.

The Ghosts decide to have one last hurrah in Anity Park before Danny closes the Portal, as per their deal. They won't hurt anyone, just cause chaos, but in return Phantom won't stop them. It's not like poor Red has the energy to chase them down, now that she's been "upgraded" into Amity's sole defender (the one time Lancer compares her new lack of sleep to Danny's, horrifying pieces start lining up too well in her mind)

The Fentons move out. Into a quiet farm neighbouring the land that belongs to the delightful couple that are the Kents, and their darling son, little Clark, who stares at Danny mildly horrified whenever he comes by to babysit, or help out with fixing the stubborn tractor. One day under Danny's clever hands, and Jonathan Kent's eagle-eyed gaze, and that damned tractor has never worked so well before. The boy's alright in the old man's eyes, and he makes sure they kid knows it.

After quiet rooftop admissions of one small boy's growing powers (I know Adult Clark is a brick house of a man, but what if he was a little twig while young) and the reveal of Something More Than Human from his honorary older brother, the course of Time sets into it's best version, and an Old Clock smiles, as Superman rises, only to be scolded by Spectre for recklessness.

(Dunno how well it came across, but I'm envisioning Valerie's feelings towards Danny to go from bitter resignation because she " had to" push him away, to horrified despair when the truth starts falling into place. He's her "the one that got away". And it's not like she gave him much of a reason to trust her with his secrets.

Maybe older and wiser Red Huntress gets invited to the Justice League, and has to deal with not just Fenton, but also Phantom flirting with her, after a good long conversation on how dumb they both were as kids, and a mutual vow of "I think I can do better now, and I want to prove it to you")

#dpxdc #bones submissions #I started thinking 'what if the fentons were good parents'#and then the 'what if their skirmishes in canon were just playfighting and training' met 'Fenton-Bad-Aim'#and then when I thought where one might put a Ghost Portal where it won't be a bother #the thought 'put it in a fam shed' struck me #and so i had to bring Baby Clark and Ma and Pa Kent into it #Clark jumps off one roof and Danny thinks he knows a little better what he put Jazz through when it was his turn #later whenever Superman mentions his older brother and eveyone expects a Kryptonian #early-days Batman absolutely expects another spandex and cape hero #maybe some superman ripoff #until the Zeta activates for a Guest and in walks a man in black armor #and starlight cape #with a fur collar #and everyone thinks 'ooooh Supes is this one's ripoff'#and then the regal image is shattered because Danny coos at the heroes #many of them are babies when compared to his own experiences as as Hero and how long he's been at it #the Green Lanterns feel him pass by in the way a diver feels a whale swim by singing at them

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scarletsaphire · 7 months

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Tucker enters an inventing competition with his newly finished Ghost Suppressor. Unfortunately, the non-Amity Park judges don't recognize its value until they see first hand just how helpful it is.

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Ectoberhaunt day 9: robot

"A three out of ten?" Tucker said in shock, looking down at the paper the judge had handed to him. "Why is it a three out of ten?" Tucker looked up at the judge, whose face was stone cold. "You all said it yourself, it's the best feat of underage engineering this contest had ever seen!"

"While it may look technically impressive," the judge snuffed. "...it is completely impossible to verify your claims. Furthermore, it does not fill the brief."

"It totally fills the brief!" Tucker protested. "I use this thing, like, every day back home!"

"I'm sorry, but I fail to see how you could possibly use a 'ghost suppressor' every day," the judge replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other entries to score. Ones that actually meet the qualifications."

Tucker gripped the paper with his score on it almost hard enough to tear it. "Dumb non-Amity Parkers. Don't understand just how useful this thing is." He turned back around to the "Ghost Suppressor" he'd entered into the contest. Tucker had first built it from one of the Fenton's Specter Deflector's; it was a useful device, but its electric shocks and limited range made it much less user friendly. Especially when that user happened to be a physically inactive best friend of a half ghost. His new and improved Ghost Suppressor was able to detect ghosts in a radius, and dissuade ghosts from using their abilities through a much more humane means: obnoxious, remixed, Box Ghost declarations of fear. (It did not work against the Box Ghost himself, but that was ok. No one needed help dealing with good ol' Boxy.)

He'd brought the Ghost Suppressor (her name was Rebecca) with him to school to show off to Danny and Sam, but Tucker's long term friendship with Danny had infected him with the terrible Fenton luck. Skulker had decided that that was a wonderful time to bust through the wall during lunch, activating the Ghost Suppressor in front of the entire student body. And the lunch lady. And half of the teachers.

Luckily, it had been highly effective! (Danny transforming to lead Skulker away may have been an additional deterrent, but there were definitely a number of statements about that "infernal cardboard cretin sticking his nose where it didn't belong" so Tucker counted it as a win.) His invention had been effective enough, in fact, that Mr. Falluca had immediately started bombarding him with questions, the main one being "Would you be interested in joining a highly competitive statewide robotics competition?"

Tucker's answer had originally been a resounding "No." After he heard that there was one hundred dollars of prize money on the line, along with an all expense paid vacation during the school week? Tucker simply had his priorities in check.

Which led him here, to the Illinois's capital, Springfield, at the Junior Inventors Competition, getting his incredibly helpful invention absolutely ribbed on by uneducated judges who didn't have to deal with ghost attacks at least twice a day. Tucker picked up the Ghost Suppressor, which looked a little bit like a radio, and turned it around in his hands. "I'm sorry that they don't see your talent, Rebecca. You deserved more than this." He sniffed and wiped away a tear. "We both did."

Rebecca flickered to life, and the beginning beats of Tucker's own remixed track "Fear Me!" started to play. Tucker looked down at it in shock for a moment, before looking around the large building frantically. Rebecca wouldn't act up on him for no reason. Somewhere, there was a ghost.

The wall only a few feet away from Tucker's booth was blown away in a shower of splinters and debris. Luckily for him, it wasn't one of the more subtle ghosts. That would've been a pain to deal with.

"Behold! The master of all things wired, Technus, is here!" In fact, it was one of the least subtle ghosts Tucker had ever had the misfortune of meeting. Most of the crowd began to panic, running wildly towards exits and under tables. It had been a long time since Tucker had seen such a complete failure of ghost attack evacuation techniques. Most people in Amity Park had it down to a science, when they evacuated at all. It wasn't uncommon for the more common, less harmful ghosts to be dealt with by anyone. (Boxy, for example.)

Over the sound of the panicking crowds, Technus continued his monologue in normal Technus fashion. "The Great Technus heard through his extensive network that there was to be a gathering of all of the greatest technology created by the youngest geniuses of your time! When I heard that such a technological treasure trove was gathered here, I knew what I had to do! I, Technus, must become master of it all and integrate it into my already expansive collection! Now, cower before the might of-"

Technus's already loud and obnoxious voice was drowned out by the familiar sound of an even louder, more obnoxious voice, this time with some mediocre dubstep behind it. Rebecca had finally made it to the beat drop of "Fear Me."

Technus turned from his place in the air to meet Tucker's eyes. Tucker waved. Technus sighed. "I see that I was not the only technology wizard who heard of this place. And I see you brought that... thing with you."

Tucker didn't bother trying to yell over the sound of Rebecca. Technus might have the special ghost gene of "yell really loud" that they all seemed to have, but Tucker didn't. Instead he just nodded.

"I fail to see why you would want to bring a reminder of that crazy cardboard caretaker with you everywhere, but I get enough of him in the Zone. I'm certain that there will be another chance for I, Technus, to amass this technology when I am not haunted at every step by that ." Technus shuddered, then turned invisible, presumably flying out of the hole in the wall he had made and back to Amity Park.

The remaining panicked people began to calm down, with many of them turning to stare at Tucker in various states of awe, confusion, and fear. One of these individuals was the judge, who had taken refuge from the attack (Tucker was hesitant to call it that, honestly) underneath the neighboring booth.

"So, now that you've had a live demonstration, would you care to reevaluate my point total?" Tucker asked, holding Rebecca out in front of him with a smile. He couldn't wait to show his parents the first place ribbon he was about to win.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #tucker foley #ectoberhaunt23 #day 9 #eh science

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charcoalhawk · 2 years

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A single Boulder Cannot Bear the Weight of an Entire Mountain

Summary: Danny decides not to tell his friends about his new ghost side hobby in an attempt to keep them safe. This has consequences.

Written for Dannymay 2022, for the no one knows au

Danny can do this.

Sure, the whole being kinda dead thing was freaky at first, but he’s got this in the bag now. The disappearing body parts only lasted for the first two weeks, and his fighting has gotten good enough that he can mostly end fights now without getting the shit kicked out of him.

It's tough hiding this new part of his life from his best friends, but they’re better off safe away from this part of his life.

He still remembers his first actual ghost fight, and his desperate thought of wanting his friends' help when he had absolutely gotten his undead butt handed to him. The terror that had snaked its way down his spine immediately afterwards had been all the assurance he needed to know he would never tell anyone.

A mechanical laugh brings Danny back into the present just in time to dodge the swipe of Skulker’s arm blade.

“Growing tired child?” Skulker mocks, “finally realized you are no match for the greatest hunter in the ghost zone?”

“Oh shut it you big hunk of scrap,” Danny snipes back, dodging the next barrage of attacks. “All I’ve realized is that your comebacks get really boring after hour two.”

With a burst of speed he shoots down to where his thermos had been knocked to at the beginning of the battle.

He hefts his prize and with a wicked grin finally catches the irksome ghost with the thermos.

“Man,” Danny grumbled in the resulting silence, shaking the thermos to truly get across his displeasure. “You made me bail out the one time in weeks I was able to set aside and hang out with Tucker and Sam. Hopefully they’ll at least still be at the mall, and they won’t be too mad at me.”

That second hope is unlikely, but Danny refuses to acknowledge it as he speeds back to the mall where he, Sam and Tucker had gone to hang out at. He de-transform’s two blocks from the entrance and rushes over to two familiar figures he can see on the nearby bench.

“I’m so sorry that it took so long guys! Things just got really busy and I totally lost track of time.”

Danny grins his ‘I’m sorry I abandoned you guys for almost three hours at the mall and did not come back with the Dairy Queen I promised’ smile. That fight with Skulker had gone on so much longer than he had intended. He really needs to invest in some kind of strap to keep his thermos from getting knocked away somewhere.

His grin fades when he sees his friends' troubled expressions.

With a glance around he sees the mall parking lot is almost entirely abandoned, and with a start he realizes that it’s already nightfall.

“I’m, I really am sorry guys. I promise next time I won’t bail out. Can we, maybe, head over to my place and play some Doom before you guys have to go home?”

The two share a long, complicated look while Danny tries and fails to keep from fidgeting.

With a sigh Sam stands up and turns to face him fully, her eyes sad but sharp in a way Danny has always admired.

“Listen Danny… we, I don’t think we can keep going like this. The constant flaking, the excuses, you barely even hang out with us anymore without leaving abruptly ten minutes in and you can never offer anything but empty promises about doing better the next time.”

That was another thing he always liked about Sam, she always got to the heart of the issue without trying to spare your feelings.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry this keeps happening. You guys have got to know I don’t do it on purpose.”

Danny glances at them both, and he knows, deep, deep down, that he’s hit their friendship’s breaking point. But he can’t just not hang out with them. Sam and Tucker are his oldest and only real friends. He’s doing everything, all of this, to keep them safe.

“Please, can we just forget this and try-“

“No Danny! We can’t just forget this!” Sam looks like she is about to cry, “You’ve barely hung out with us in the last few weeks, always saying you’re ‘busy’ and never even telling us when you go!”

“I’m sorry Danny. we just, we don’t really know you anymore.” Tucker’s first words are quiet, but they cut Danny just as deep as Sam’s.

“Listen, just give Sam and I some space for a few weeks. We aren’t, we don’t want to stop being friends with you, but it’s hard when you never seem to have the time for us like we try to make the time for you.”

And with that Tucker stands up and gives Danny one sorrowful look before reaching out for Sam and leading the two of them away.

As the two of them walk away Danny is left alone, again, just like he’s been alone since he stepped into that stupid portal.

Danny can’t do this.

#dannymay2022 #danny phantom #no one knows au #hurt no comfort #teenagers and their bad communication skills

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mightydragoon · 2 years

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Thought process behind SOAB and a bit on Amity Park and the Ghosts

Something I found interesting in a lot of Harry Potter and Danny Phantom fics is the lack of focus on Amity Park itself even early on ,we just immediately move to the wizarding world in England and Scotland. I have a time period where I want Danny and Harry to meet. (It’s 3rd year)

Amity Park is weird is not a new thing but the impact of it helped with the concept of the Blur/Glitch/Blip with how I wanted to see this weird ass town and how it makes it impossible for people to be detected for magic in both good and bad ways, just spiralled and evovled.

It was a simple thing and it would make sense but things and ideas just jumped from it and including that was the Witch community in Amity Park which I reckon would be a decent size, epecially in a country like America. All because I thought to myself with how big Amity Park is there was bound to be mroe than a few witches here and there. And with the natural blur in memories and magic, it was bound to mean there was people who lived or currently living in a place where magic couldn’t be detected and MAN did that have potential, especially for a future story and how it could connect with Canon.

But I also had concerns about how Danny himself and how he might appear OOC or Harry and the others. Like with his accident and him being MUCH younger at eleven might seem like a stretch at times.

So I decided for a complete rewrite but I knew rewritting it wasn’t the only issue. It was what I was going to keep, edit or just move on. We all know about Skulker and Technus and those episodes while fun didn’t interest me or I find suited the wider story, not to mention I already have around 103890 words for this fic currently (as of CH15)

It also meant any romantic endeavour will be held back on and rather trauma and other pyschological aspects explored upon.

Because of that it made sense to focus on worldbuilding and character development, which was partially why I wanted to do the rewrite.

I wanted to focus on episodes and build on character developments and story beats that would’ve been interesting to delve into. Like Sidney Pointdexter and Dora, since they had a friendship going in Regin Storm I wanted to incoporate in that early

Or in Sidney’s episode rewrite the conclusion and moral into something a lot more satisfying and fitting. Because of how hypocritcally the original moral was from both Sam and Sidney. Rather “Where do you draw the line.” Seems more appropriate, a warning, how far are you willing to go and where should you draw the line.

I also wanted for the ghosts to have a world beyond just Danny and their own friendships and dynamics going. We haven’t really gotten to that yet but we will soon.

It was one of the things I was working in during my hiatus too, as well as something I’m suprised hasn’t been even considered in regards to Ghosts and Harry Potter but just like the witches the Ghosts will have their own stories and lives to tell, if they lived them.

Along with any other potential Allies in the Zone and while a lot of time the mundane perspective might be ignored I hope I can do a storyline that might cover something a little different.

I also didn’t want Danny to purely just a be a hero, but just a kid trying his damned best to keep existing, keeping a bit more of his inital reluctance and is why he tries to make peace with his demons partially so they’ll leave him alone.

Since I am going to spend some time in Amity Park, I also wanted to show a world beyond Hogwarts and use Amity Park as means to do so with its secret witch community. I have no plans of them overshadowing the main cast, rather I want them to show a different perspective and story beyond what is known. Along with the different ways magic can be seen and viewed.

Like Felicia Corey for instance as a magical leader, she’s not Dumbledore but she is a foil in ways not obvious yet. She honestly could have gone onto greener pastures due to her talent and abilities, but because of her connection and dedication to Amity Park, she stays for the people and her duty there. She just an unoffical secret Mayor who helps people with their day to day business, is in her 70s and is herself helpless depsite her power in the face of many of the ghosts.

Or Ovid Baines just a guy who escaped the war in Britian and is just trying his best to be a music teacher and secretly teach kids in secret about magic, despite the limitations.

Point is I want to enhance but not completely overwhelm or bog down the place with OCs nor creating them simply to make them centre stage. There will be interludes with them but they are there simply to build ideas and introduce future plot elements.

#soab #storms of a butterfly #my fics #my post #not an ask but technically yes #my posts #my work #My writing #Danny Phantom #dp #writing #my writings #harry potter #hp #dp au #dp and hp #crossover #my stuff

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madametamma · 2 years

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6.) Sam starts seeping dried ghost nip and makeing ghost nip tea. She puts it in small viles in the first aid kit for when Danny is really bad off. It basically works like laughing gas. And boy does Danny say some weird shit.

@floralflowerpower Okay!

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He downed the entire vial of tea in a few gulps and in less than a minute’s time, Danny’s breathing slowed from a heaving, pain filled rasp to a soft even intake. His head lolled back and he was gone. In his mind he was laying down on a comfortable raft rocking back and forth on the gentle waves of the open sea, nothing around for miles, just like his thoughts. Splotches of light and color danced across his vision and he felt warm and cozy. He was vaguely aware of the voices of his friends, Sam, and tucker calling out from somewhere, but their calls were so low and distorted. They sounded funny to him. Everything was just so funny and mellow.

Sam and Tuck stared at their friend in concern. He sat between them in the middle of the specter speeder, his body went as limp as noodles as he reclined against the seat. He stared up at the ceiling completely blank faced, pupils noticeably dilated.

“Danny... Hello? You in there dude?” Tucker joked as waved a hand in front of the boy’s face but a worried feeling in the pit of his stomach started to grow when the only response he received from his friend was a slow lethargic blink.

“You gave him too much!” Tucker immediately snapped at Sam.

“I’m not a doctor! I don’t know dosage! I thought making the ghost nip into a tea would LESSEN the effects!”

“Don’t tell me you used WAY more of the stuff than last time to make this dumb tea because you thought ‘the effects would be lessened’!”

Sam stammered, red faced in both defensive anger and embarrassment. She discovered “Ghost nip” a few weeks ago in one of her old books and decided to grow some in her green house to see if it were true. Cat nip, but for ghosts.

She gave Danny just a little to try. Just one whiff of the stuff had the kid acting weird. He’d suddenly shoved it into his face and began to inhale the scent so deeply, it was like he couldn’t get enough of it. For a few minutes after it was pried from his hands he seemed to be a bit mellow and spacey. Then he returned to normal, asking what had happened.

That gave Sam the idea to brew the stuff as a tea. Possibly use it as a pain reliever for Danny if he ever got hurt in a fight. She kept a little vial of it in the back of the specter speeder’s first aid kit. She had no idea the effects would be THIS strong. Hopefully, he’d come back to his senses soon.

“Just help me with his shoulder!”

After a rough fight with Skulker while the three of them were exploring the ghost zone, Danny got more than a little banged up. As they two of them put the boy’s dislocated shoulder back into place, and he showed no reaction, they began to get a little worried.

“Next time, how about we just give him a little ibuprofen, huh Sam?” Tucker sneered.

“Skulker only managed to find us because he tracked your stupid tech!”

“My tech didn’t turn Danny into a zombie!”

“At least I was- mmph!”

Sam was cut off when Danny suddenly put his hand up to her face. He pet her head like he was stroking a cat.

She pried his hand away. “Danny! Are you okay? Say something!”

Danny lazily opened his mouth to speak but what came out was no human language. It sounded like the distorted shrieks of some demonic beast echoing up from the bottom of a dark pit. The two humans knew the “words” (If they could be described as such) were coming from Danny, but the sounds didn’t match up to his lip movements and the voice seemed to be reverberating from inside their own minds like a form of telepathy. Danny was speaking to them in ghost speak.

“//><**<**>//>/***><!!!!>>>><>!!!!” He went on until suddenly he burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter.

“TEe HEe HAhah AHahahHA! AH HAHHAHAHAHAH!...” After a few moments the boy calmed down and fell back into silence

“H-hey buddy... W-whatcha laughing about?” Tucker asked

“.... I dunno....” Was Danny’s slurred reply.

Not knowing what else to do, Sam and Tuck decided to leave their squabble there and just focus on getting their friend home.

The ride back to the Fenton Portal was in complete silence for the most part. Sam and Tuck didn’t say a word and Danny just sat slumped between them. Occasionally their friend would mutter something they didn’t understand in ghost speak. He’d go on some tirade in the dead language and occasionally slipped some English words in.

“!!~=~XgsgfdX~*-_=ljkl=~~XX//Xkljhg//X*ljg*>,>>lkgj>~_*jhg*<<kgdhdj<*((*<><hfdsjkhjy**!!~X~ an da show ran fer five months! *((jhghj!!`~~>>XX(*.g*))+”

Then he slipped back into a dead eyed zombie stare as his head rolled back onto his shoulder.

Danny’s still body gave Sam the creeps. He looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open. She had to keep looking at the subtle rise and fall of his chest to be sure he wasn’t a corpse.

“Hey, Danny.” Sam cooed. “You wanna maybe try and sleep it off?” She reached over to his face to close his eyes for him so she didn’t have to keep seeing her friend like this, but his eye lids would just rise up open again. After a few attempts Sam gave up.

“No? You wanna just sit there like that, being the stuff of nightmares?” She asked not expecting an answer.

The trip back to Fentonworks was only about 15 minutes but felt like eternity. They parked the Specter speeder back where it was supposed to be so as not to draw suspicion from the Drs Fenton.

“Hey, Danny, we’re home.” Sam whispered as she tried to pull his limp body out of the speeder.

“I can bury za nasty burgers in zuh garden... Zen it’ll grow into a nesty burger tree and I can eat za burgers alla time...”

‘Well at least he’s speaking English now.’ Sam thought to herself. Danny was like a rag doll in her arms but at least he wasn’t heavy. Actually, he felt TOO light.

He started giggling to himself again. “M’head’s all ... fffffffloaty... Em I floating?”

“Actually, I think you might be.” Sam let go of her friend and took a step back. Instead of falling to the floor he remained in the air just how she was carrying him.

“Huh...” Was all Tucker could think to say at the sight of his levitating friend. Today was just one of those days.

“Hello? Kids?” Mrs. Fenton’s voice called out from upstairs.

“Hellooooo!” Danny called back before Sam slapped a hand over his mouth to quiet him. Panic shot through Sam and Tuck like a bolt of lightning. They couldn’t let Danny’s parent’s see him like this! They positioned their friend so that his feet were on the floor and it looked like he was standing. In a hushed tone Sam told her friend, “Why don’t we stay grounded for a little while, huh?”

“But I finished ma chores zis week! Why do I hafta be grounded?” Danny loudly whined before Sam quieted him again.

“THERE YOU ARE!” Jack Fenton’s voice boomed as he made his way downstairs with Maddie right behind him.

“Hey Danno! Check out your mother and I’s newest invention! The ghost grater! How’s about a quick tutorial?”

Danny slurred in gibberish. “JJJjUhhH~MmmMM~FFFffNnYyyEE~gEhnnNNn...”

“That’s what I thought you’d say!” His father replied, far too into his invention to pay much mind to his son.

Jack went on for nearly ten minutes, while Sam and Tucker propped Danny up between the two of them. His knees buckled and he almost collapsed twice. He began to float off the floor three times, all the while Sam and Tuck held on to his waist and shoulders trying to keep him still. Not once did his parents notice, too excited over their new device. When the gadget sparked in the ghost hunters hands and caught fire, they took that as their opportunity to leave.

“Well we have so much homework to do, why don’t we just leave you to your work!” Tucker said in a rush as he and Sam were about to drag their friend upstairs.

Suddenly Danny jerked himself free and stumbled drunkenly towards his mom. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned into her side while she was talking to Jack about working the bugs out of their new machine.

“ ~I luv you, mum. Is suh good ya din es-plode at da Nasty burger~”

“Aw, Love you too, sweetie.” She responded without missing a beat. She gave her son a quick kiss on the top of his head and patted his hair without ever taking her eyes off the invention in front of her.

Sam and Tuck grabbed their friend by both arms and rushed him up the stairs. It wasn’t hard, considering he was levitating again.

When they got him up to his room, they practically tossed him onto the bed and locked the door behind them. Danny let out a little bit of muffled gibberish into his pillow and turned over, about to say something when suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head and he was out like a light.

“Next time, Ibuprofen.” Sam muttered.

#Danny Phantom #fan fic #ghost nip #Floralflowerpower writing prompt

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ecto-american · 3 years

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Stuck (Stubbornly)

Phic Phight Oneshot for @deuynndoodles : Jack and Maddie are stuck in the Ghost Zone. Fortunately for them, Phantom's around and willing to help out. However, they'll rather be arrested by a ghost warden and put in ghost jail before they'd allow some teenage menace to help them. Oh wait...

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"Should we call Jazz or Danny?" Jack suggested.

Maddie stared out into the unending void of the Ghost Zone. It hurt to think that their voyage, a trip that they had been planning out for months, would end so soon already, but they had barely made any progress when they realized just how much fuel the Specter Speeder was guzzling. Something was wrong.

"...Not yet," she determined. "We should have emergency fuel. We should be able to get back without any problems. Can you refill?"

"You got it," Jack replied, and he got out of the co-pilot seat. She could hear him go to the back, and shuffling around. He didn't say anything for a while, and that immediately began to unnerve her, but she kept her attention on the dashboard, trying to think of what went wrong when building. Was their fuel lines loose? Was there gas leaking everywhere? "Uh, Mads? I'm not seeing it?"

Her blood froze, but no need to panic. Maybe he just didn't see…

Maddie walked to the back and checked. And checked. Moved some stuff around, checked some more.

They had no emergency fuel.

"Why don't we go outside and check the engine?" Jack suggested. "Maybe we can figure something out." With a dry mouth, she nodded, and they hesitantly went outside to check.

There were no ghosts around, thankfully, just an endless green void. They knew that they would be safe breathing in the GZ air, thanks to their prior tests and experiments. They hooked themselves to a rope using a carabiner clip, the other end tied tightly to the speeder. Floating unnerved her, and she kept a hand on the speeder as they went to the front of the speeder. Jack popped the hood, and smoke floated out, making Maddie's heart sink. This was definitely not a good sign at all, or something that could be a simple fix.

"Need some help?"

Maddie looked over her shoulder to see…

"Absolutely not," she scowled. Phantom was floating nearby.

"Are you sure?" he asked. He floated up a bit higher to glance at their vehicle. "Looks like you got. Well, uh, basically car trouble."

"Leave. Now."

Phantom opened his mouth to say more, but Maddie pulled her ecto-gun out.

"We don't want help from some lowlife ghost!" she hissed. Phantom put his hands up in surrender and flew away.

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An hour passed, and they decided to take a break working on the engine. Every possible problem that she could think of had been exhausted, and she had to take a break to both cool down and think. She sat on the steps leading into the speeder, with Jack deciding to lay on the floor of the inside.

"Fuel line wasn't broken, none of the lines were cut or had knicks. There's no reason it should be draining so much gas," Jack thunk aloud. "There shouldn't be anything besides the engine that the gas is going to, and there's no weird random connections to anywhere else. The battery's still good."

"And we forgot the emergency fuel," Maddie slumped over. Jack sighed.

"It's my own fault," he replied. "I should have checked to make sure Jazz and Danny had properly put all the supplies in. A proper exploration team always triple checks before a voyage."

Maddie could only give a low hum of agreement as she stared out into the zone. She felt somebody pat the side of the speeder, and she scowled as she saw Phantom grinning at her, giving a half way.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed.

"I brought help this time," Phantom told her, and he jerked a thumb behind him. It was finally then that she noticed the Red Huntress. Maddie raised an eyebrow.

"How in the world…" she murmured, only to trail off as she stared at the two of them. Jack sat up, and he poked his head out of the speeder.

"Oh dope! It's my favorite huntress!" Jack boomed. Red seemed bashful at the comment, shifting her weight onto her other foot and rubbing her upper arm.

"I mean, if you don't trust me or want my help, I figured you'd be willing to let a human help," Phantom explained, motioning towards Red.

"So, do you need help?" Red finally spoke up. She reached down to pat her left calf. "I have some tools with me, but I can always go and fetch more."

Something in Maddie's gut told her that this was very, very odd. Humans and ghosts working together so...willingly like this. She had taken note that Phantom and Red hadn't hunted each other down or fought like they used to, but she just assumed that they didn't quite run into each other that much anymore. Both were unpredictable with odd schedules and routines.

She glanced at Jack, who despite his initial enthusiasm, seemed to share her feelings, and she shook her head no.

"We'll be fine," she insisted. "You two should leave."

Red stared at Phantom, who shrugged his shoulders.

"So, wanna just go get some boba tea?" Phantom asked.

"And just leave them here?" Red scowled, motioning to the Fentons.

"They don't want our help," he replied. Red glanced from Phantom and the Fentons, who studied the two of them. She finally shrugged as well.

The two began to idly chat as they flew off, their conversation becoming more and more distant.

"That was weird," Maddie mused.

"Yeah, I thought she and Phantom were rivals," Jack mused. Maddie shrugged. Right now she wasn't too invested in the mystery. She'd worry about that later when they got home.

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Judging by their phones (which they had worriedly learned that they oh-so-helpfully had no reception in the land of the undead), another hour passed since Phantom and Red had left. Jack was deep into the engine, fiddling with a possible solution to the problem as Maddie stood nearby. She continued to think as she looked around. She was surprised that they hadn't been bothered by now.

"Trespassing in an unauthorized vehicle that is also a real world item," a deep southern voice boomed. Well, she absolutely spoke too soon.

They whipped their heads to see a huge, hulking figure, an all white man with a black hat, black gloves and wearing a suit of white.

"Ghost!" Jack squawked. He scrambled to grab his gun, Maddie already having hers drawn. The ghost frowned deeply. Maddie was finally very aware of just how many ghosts were surrounding them. Too many to count, but they all looked exactly like the ghosts that terrorized Amity Park years before, all identical and matching in uniform that resembled a SWAT team. There was also vehicles resembling police cars and police vans.

"Resisting arrest. That's against the rules," he continued. He opened a large green and white book in his hands, flipping to another page. "Assault and battery with a deadly weapon." He glanced up at them with an angry glare. "Y'all are going away for a long, long time."

"We're not going anywhere," Jack frowned. He charged up his weapon.

Maddie looked around, and she shivered anxiously. There was no way they could take on all these ghosts. She nudged Jack, and he side-eyed her curiously. She lowered her weapon, and she used her head to motion around them. Jack blinked as he looked himself, and all of his confidence left him. He also lowered his weapon.

"We'll go," Maddie finally spoke. The ghost smirked, and he knocked on the side of a police van. The back opened up.

"Surrender your weapons," he ordered.

One of the SWAT ghosts came forward with his arms outstretched. Reluctantly, the adults handed their weapons over, detaching themselves from the speeder and getting into the van.

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Their cell was a lot like a normal cell, and it was just them. Iron bars, no windows, single toilet, and four bunk beds. Jack was laying on one of the beds, facing the fall, as Maddie laid on the one across from him, staring up at the bunk bed above her.

Of course. Of course they ended up in ghost jail. It was just their luck. Though a scientist part of her was giddy at knowing that ghosts had some kind of legal system! Who would have known!

As she tried to start figuring out what on earth to do, she heard something banging against the jail bars.

She immediately sat up, staring to see Phantom making the noise by banging something in his hand on the bars. He was staring at them with a bright smile, and it only made her mood drop even more.

"Phantom!" Maddie hissed, standing fully and going up to the bars. "How did you find us?"

"We came back to check on you guys and see if you changed your minds," Phantom explained. Jack got up from his own bed to come over, looking surprised to see the infamous ghost teen. "Technus and Skulker were looting your speeder, and they said Walker arrested you. So we came by as quickly as we could."

The Fenton adults could see Red nearby, glancing around the corner. She was keeping watch.

"We're not going with you," Jack replied. Phantom rolled his eyes.

"Okay, and what? Stay here forever? Never see your kids again?" he asked. Their faces instantly dropped. "So do you wanna go home or not?"

Maddie narrowed her eyes at him before noticing that he was holding a metallic-looking cup of boba tea and raising an eyebrow.

"You brought a snack with you," she said. Phantom shrugged, offering it to her.

"Want a sip?"

"No! Just!" Maddie glanced at Jack worriedly, and he mirrored her expression. They, unfortunately, knew that they really...didn't have a choice. "Get us out of here!"

"Danny, you may wanna hurry it up," Red's voice called out softly to them. Maddie did a double take. Oh yeah. Danny Phantom. Huh, she kinda forgot about that.

Phantom nodded, and he dropped the boba tea, letting it float in the air as he phased them out of the jail cell. Maddie stared at him.

"Wait, you can just phase through?" she asked. Phantom shrugged.

"Uh, sorta yes, sorta no," he replied, grabbing his tea.

"Danny!" Red's voice hissed. Phantom glanced to her.

"Okay, so super quick rundown of Ghost Zone rules. In the Ghost Zone, you guys are the ghosts, so you basically can fly and phase through objects, so Red can phase through objects and you guys too, but this is also a human cell that only I can get you out, and speaking out getting out, we need to leave. Now," Phantom quickly explained. As soon as he finished, he motioned for them to follow him.

He began to fly towards Red, and they jogged after him. Phantom peered around the corner before pulling back. Red did too.

"How's our escape route looking?" Phantom asked. He took a sip of his drink as Red pulled up a map on her suit. She studied it for a bit.

"Hmm. We may run into some trouble," Red mused. "Best bet is for me to take Mr. and Mrs. Fenton and phase with them out of here, and…" She gave a weird pause. "We'll uh. Wait for you to escape on your own." Phantom sucked on his drink, and the sound of air coming through as he ran out of boba tea grinded Maddie's nerves.

"Oh would you just!" Maddie scowled, and she slapped the cup out of Phantom's hands.

"Hey! I paid for that!" Phantom cried out. He scrambled to pick it up. "They were having an unlimited refills special if you got that cup!" Red snorted in amusement.

"Danny, they kicked you out for getting too many refills anyway," she reminded him. Phantom made a face.

"Well maybe they shouldn't advertise it as unlimited refills then," he retorted.

"Most people don't drink twelve cups of boba tea," she replied.

"Maybe I should be rewarded for being able to drink that much then."

"Hm, we'll debate it later," Red replied. "Look, I'll get them out and meet you on the other side. Got it?"

"Got it," Phantom replied. To Maddie's horror and shock, Red lifted her visor up, but not all the way. Just enough to expose her lips, and she leaned into Phantom to give him a light peck on the lips.

"Be careful," she told him. Phantom nodded.

"I will," he promised. "If I'm not with you in five minutes. Just." He paused. "Leave without me, get the Fentons home, and then come back for me." Red nodded as her visor went all the way down.

"Grab my hands," Red instructed the Fentons. Maddie blinked, reluctantly taking one of her hands. Jack took the other. Red summoned her board, jumping in the air and allowing it to manifest beneath her. She held onto them tightly and flew through the walls.

Instinctively, Maddie closed her eyes as she flew through. Only to feel no impact. A blur of walls impaired her vision with constant flashes of the darkness of being in a thick jail wall and the light of the prison rooms and hallways. She blinked as the neutral green skies of the Ghost Zone finally greeted her, and Red continued flying until they were a decent distance from the prison. And now that she had a moment to think…

"What the hell are you thinking?" she exclaimed to Red. The huntress snapped her attention to her in confusion.

"What? You would have died if we let you stay in there!" she scowled.

"No, not that!" Maddie clarified. "I mean, thank you so much for helping us, but you? And Phantom?"

"Exactly!" Jack agreed. "He's an absolute menace! He's a danger! Don't you guys fight? What happened to all of that?"

She could see a glimpse of Red's face under her heavily tinted visor, and Maddie was sure that the girl looked embarrassed and was likely turning as red as her suit.

"Oh man, it's a looong story," Red sighed heavily. "Uh, best and easiest and quickest way I can explain it is; a lot of the things that made me angry with him was a misunderstanding, and I found out that he's...actually a really sweet guy. I know it's weird to say, but, um. Well, I've never met a guy who was so kind, thoughtful and romantic. My life's kinda hectic, and he just...he really goes out of his way to make it easier on me."

"How so?" Jack wondered.

"Well, like. He does a lot of my household chores and stuff like laundry, bringing me lunch when I have long shifts at work, listening to me when I have a bad day," she explained. "He makes life a lot easier and better."

How cute. If it wasn't between a dead teenage menace and this poor, obviously manipulated girl. It honestly reminded Maddie a lot of her own Danny and his little girlfriend, Valerie. Valerie told her a few times about Danny doing some of her chores at home since Valerie was so busy working and doing school. It kinda pissed Maddie off, since Danny never seemed to remember his own chores at home, but she never felt like bringing it up to him because, well, at least he was really good to her. She'd be ashamed of him if he was any lesser.

"Hey!" Phantom called out as he zoomed towards them. "Let's go! Quick!"

Red nodded. She passed Jack off to Phantom, and the two teenagers flew the Fentons home.

#phics #my phics #phic phight 2021

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skarlettskwrl · 2 years

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Not Really Gone: Chapter 2 - Hope

Jazz decided to take a break from her studies and was down in the kitchen. It has been a pretty slow day no ghost as far as she could tell. Maybe she'd make Danny and his friends’ sandwiches while she was down here. Yeah, that's what she would do. he really needed to eat more he was too skinny. Then she heard it, a strangled scream. It was coming from Danny's room! Jazz dropped your sandwich that she was making end quickly bulleted up the stairs taking two at a time. Then Jazz heard a second scream. It was horrible, completely blood-curdling. It was coming from Sam, of that she was sure. She was now just down the hall. she heard sobs and dry heaving coming from her little brother's room. She made a quick stop at her room to grab the Fenton peeler because she thought something was very wrong.

With some trepidation, Jazz opened her brother's door and nearly buckled at the sight. Tucker's stomach seemed to still be trying to empty itself even when there was nothing left. and Sam was curled in on herself bawling hard. But worst of all was Danny lying on the carpet. There was ectoplasm splattered all around him and pooling beneath him. his eyes were gone and he looked half-deflated like all that was left was his skin like all the bone and muscle tissue had dissolved. Jazz immediately rushes to Danny’s side and falls to her knees which quickly soak up the ectoplasm. But, she doesn't care about that right now. That's not important! She calls out to him. He remains unresponsive. She feels his wrist but he has no pulse. She begs him. And still nothing. She holds onto his corpse tightly.

Minutes pass, the room is all mostly silent. Tucker has stopped dry heaving. But Sam has not stopped crying and Jazz had begun crying. But then, the window shatters the silence. and there stands skulker. a wild grin on his face. He knocks Jazz off of Danny's body leaving her in a slight daze. He then proceeds to pick up Danny and wring out his corpse. Jazz watches in horror As the remaining volume leaves Danny. Now, he is quite literally an empty pelt ready to be treated. Jazz realizes this must be what's Skulker wanted all along. He's always been going on and on about finally getting Danny's pelt. And now he's about to. Her little brother's dead!

Skulker then throws Danny over his back. This seems to jerk Sam out of her daze. She gets to her feet. She readies her wrist blaster. Her aim is true. It hits skulker square in the chest causing him to stumble back. Then Sam barrels into him as she screams, “You killed my best friend!”, causing him to stumble even more. All the while he jostles the hide. Jazz watches the hide. Something small and blue slips out of its mouth and rolls over to her. She recognizes it for what it is and quickly pockets it. It trembles in her hand. She has to keep her emotions passive on the exterior. Skulker then throws Sam into a wall, knocking her out cold. He proceeds to laugh end Phases down through the floor. Likely to exit through their portal.

Tucker tries to shake Sam awake. Now that both the threat and their friend are gone. But, Sam is definitely down for the count. She'll also have a nasty concussion. He would just have to wait for her to come to.

“Jazz, can you help me get Sam on D-Danny’s bed?” Jazz nods wordlessly. She also didn't want to end on the floor. Jazz reaches over to grab Sam's legs, while Tucker grabs her shoulders while cradling her head. And they both hoist her up on Danny's bed. And try to make her comfortable.

“I can't believe he's just gone! I couldn't even do anything! Jazz, he was fine one minute and gone the next! All because of that fucking dart! And that deranged hunting-obsessed maniac! I can't believe he finally got his pelt. We’d always joke about it, but we never actually believed it would really happen! I just can't believe… I can't... I" Tucker's lamenting soon melted into sobs. Jazz walked up to him end gently grabbed his shoulder. Tucker looked up at her.

“I couldn't say anything earlier; I couldn't let him know; he might have shattered it. I couldn't let that happen. I just couldn't.” Jazz mumbled. A stray tear rolls down her cheek. A few more follow. Tucker looks up at her with a wary expression. Then Jazz pulls out the orb. It had gotten a little dimmer, and its glowing faded a bit. But it still quivered as if afraid. It had every right to be after what happened. Tucker looks at it. Then his eyes light up and recognition.

He asks, “ is that…”

“Yeah, yeah, it is. It fell out of his mouth and rolled over to me when Sam tried to attack Skulker.” Jazz's lips quirked up in a sad smile.

"I bet Sam would get a kick out of that.” Said Tucker distractedly. But, Jazz ignored her and continued.

“We need to do something, and we need to do it fast! it's dimming and quieting!” Jazz shoots up and rushes down to the lab, Tucker stumbling after her.

Jazz is already rummaging through the lab drawers by the time Tucker gets down. There has to be something! There's going to be! It's fading! Jazz looks up and notices him. She looks at him desperately.

“Tucker, can you think of anything that can help. Anything!” Jazz is shaking his shoulders. Tucker thinks on it.

“There might be something if it's still around. I know Danny kept the original formula for emergencies. I don't know if Danny told you about how Vlad tried to clone him. But one of the clones was unstable. He used your parent’s experimental serum To make her stable. It healed her. it might just work.” Tucker explained; his eyes were filling with determination. It gave Jazz something to latch onto. And by God, she was going to make sure this worked! It had to!

“Jazz, grab a jar! I remember now! he keeps the vials he makes in his wall! Darn it, Danny! And grab purified ectoplasm. We might need it!”He shouted at her as he rushed back up the stairs taking two at a time. Jazz rushed over to the cabinet and the fridge. First, for an empty jar. Then for the purified ectoplasm samples. This will work! She soon ran after Tucker to Danny's room.

Jazz hands both jars to Tucker. He immediately starts to work. “Jazz, do you think you could get his room in some semblance of order while I prepped the jar?” She looked down at the carpet. Well, that's completely trashed. There’s no way we’ll ever get the ectoplasm out. She rolls up his carpet. And proceeds to bring it to the curb. When she comes back up, she returns with cleaning supplies end scrubs the ectoplasm out of his floorboards. Then she vacuums up the shattered glass from the window. She's not really sure what to do about that. Maybe Sam and Tucker have an idea? She then moves his dresser to hide the gaping holes left from where Tucker was hunting for the vials. She looks around and thinks it looks pretty okay aside from the broken window. Jazz pulls of the orb and looks at it; it flickers. They were running out of time!

“Jazz, you have it, right? It’s ready! It needs to go in!” Jazz walks over to the desk. She proceeds to drop it in the jar. They both watch it nervously. It brightens. Danny’s core was going to be okay. Danny would be OK. They would get through this. Now all they had to do was wait. They both look over to Sam to see she is still asleep. It's been a stressful day. The core shuttered.

To be continued

~SkwrlettSkwrl

#danny phantom #Not Really Gone

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terrific-togekiss · 4 years

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Some Danny Phantom Headcanons of mine

That I may or may not use in future fanfictions.

During his time as a human on earth, Walker founded the Guys in White as a means of "efficiently" dealing with ghosts. Walker would die during a prison riot in the year 1916. He never got a chance to meet his grandkids or grand nieces.

Ghosts that had lives on Earth, hold very little recollection of their time. The vague memories build most of their personalities, influencing their powers, ghost cores, planes in the Ghost Zone, etc. It's unknown (or is it!? ;)) what exactly happens to ghosts that gain all their lost memories, but most don't desire to learn them.

The strongest power a ghost can have is reflective of how they died. This is known as "Ghost Core Breaking". Hence why Danny's strongest ghost power is the Ghostly Wail. He was screaming while inside the Ghost Portal. It's also why he passes out when using it sometimes.

The first known ghost portal was invented during WW2. The research was lost and most files were destroyed. Until some were found again one day by Jack Fenton.

Ghost hunting technology increased during WW2. With a project labeled "Sojurn's Tempest" being only known to a select few individuals.

Sam and Tucker had only a 70/30 chance of dying versus becoming half ghosts of they were in Danny's place. Danny on the other hand, had only no chance if dying fully in the Ghost Portal. A fact that carries over to Vlad Masters. And Jack Fenton in an alternate timeline. Neither are aware of the fact yet.

Ghost hunting technology has been around since the 1880s. More mystical and magical practices have been around since early civilizations.

Casper High has actually a very low mortality rate.

Other halfas have been around throughout human history. Some due to the natural Ghost Portals, some due to other reasons.

Why do natural ghosts coexist with ghosts that had lives on Earth? The Ghost Zone is the remains a dead universe. For example, Time itself "died" and Clockwork came into existence.

Johnny 13 and Kitty both died during the 1950s while on a ride on Johnny's motorcycle. Shadow is a natural ghost. Who may or may not be responsible.

Freakshow did in fact know Lydia during her human life and shared a romantic relationship with her.

Jazz doesn't believe any of Danny's adventures with the Nicktoons for a second.

Maddie has a couple of cousins, but they are in very little contact with each other.

Nicholai Technus had a Tech company during his life on Earth. His grandkid has some interest in reopening up the company.

Ember not her real name, just a theme for one of her songs and Mr. Lancer did in fact go to Casper High together. They weren't exactly "friends" but he was nice to her. He feels some guilt over her not finishing High School and being largely ignored by teachers. Influencing his position as a better teacher than the ones they had.

Danny has yet to "summon" his place in the Ghost Zone, due to not coming to grips with who he is yet.

Dani has been on some adventures of her own around the world. She's decided to change her name after realizing she needs an identity outside of Danny. She's even befriended Youngblood.

The Ecto Black Holes are to blame for all the natural Ghost Portals, due to their destructive nature.

Sojurn and Clockwork are friends.

The Unworld is inhabited by ghosts that slowly fade into nothing more than words and thoughts. Once completed faded, the ghosts reincarnate.

The Elsewhereness is immediately reached by people that have no ties or anything holding them back when they die.

Lunch Lady did in fact work at Casper High during her human years.

Jazz would've been a halfa if she was in Danny's position.

Box Ghost's death was being crushed under a bunch of boxes. During his time as a human, he was trying to find someone in a box.

In terms of halfas being able to produce children, there's a high chance they would die. They already use enough energy to stabilize their bodies.

Or maybe halfas can choose to pass on their ghost half or not. It's very up in the air.

Poindexter's parents did sue Casper High when he died. The high school is not the most popular in America.

Sam's parents might not be hers.

If Danny were to get his own realm in the Ghost Zone, it would be a floating city surrounded by moon sized planetoids. Each Planetoid would house something something relating to Danny on a personal level.

The Ghost of Space is intrigued by Danny, but tells Clockwork repeatedly that he has yet to be fully impressed by the Ghost Boy. A meeting in the future?

Yes, Danny has powers relating to space. He has yet to awaken them yet, as his status as a halfa never made him think if he had two ghost cores.

There used to be multiple Ghost Kings and Queens, but Pariah Dark made sure to dispose of them.

The Fright Knight used to be in charge of transporting souls to the Ghost Zone, but he has since left that duty.

Valerie's mom is a very... tough subject. Mostly cause Valerie isn't aware she faked her death.

Skulker was a ghost hunter in his youth during his human life.

Youngblood during his human life, grew up in an orphanage watching other kids play and get adopted. Pretending to be a pirate to take his mind off of things. Fueling his resentment and obsession as a ghost.

Danny is obsessed with saving and helping people. He's not aware of it yet.

Ghostwriter died choking on a Christmas sugar cookie, just before he got a chance to finish his masterpiece.

Vlad's obsession is perfection and ruling over everyone with an iron fist.

If Danny were to ever get weapons, they would definitely be knives (or some variant) as he is more of a close range brawler.

Magic definitely exists in the DPverse.

Danny's ghost half is purely ectoplasm from the Ghost Zone. Not from another ghost. Little does he know, he's giving it a bit more sentience each and every day.

Or maybe he's secretly related to another ghost we have yet to meet. Maybe the Ghost Zone is secret sentient? Who knows?

#danny phantom #phandom #danny phantom headcanons #headcanons #nicktoon #nickelodeon #terrific togekiss

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dragonsdomain · 3 years

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Christmas Wish

“Who brought a human kid on the sleigh?” Ember asked with a tinge of annoyance.

@floating-pisces here’s your Christmas Truce gift! Sorry to keep you waiting! I went with your prompt “dp villains” and wrote this one-shot, which is set immediately after the episode “The Fright Before Christmas” and inspired by a certain strange thing we see in our last glimpse of the ghosts’ sleigh. I hope you like it!

“I still don’t understand why you wanted the sleigh.” Johnny 13 glanced up at the red and white accessory on his head. “Or the Santa hats.”

Kitty turned to Johnny, looking playfully offended. “Well, if we’re going to be granting kids’ Christmas wishes, we’ve got to do it in style! Flying around, delivering people’s presents? It’s like we’re Santa’s elves!”

Johnny’s mouth curled up in a smile. “Whatever you say, babe.” He leaned in for a kiss.

“Ew! Gross!” Youngblood said, holding his hands in front of himself as if to ward off the impending mushiness.

The skeleton parrot on Youngblood’s shoulder sighed in exasperation. “At least follow that with a threat like ‘Cleave him to the brisket’.”

“Cleave ‘im to the brisket!” Youngblood commanded, waving his hook in the air. He looked suddenly doubtful. “What does ‘Cleave ‘im to the brisket’ mean?”

Desiree chimed in helpfully, “It means-”

Kitty slapped a hand over her mouth. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it.”

There was a moment of silence. Perhaps some of the ghosts were using it to reflect on the lightness of heart each felt after helping Danny that night and to ponder the joy of service. Some may have even decided to change their troublesome ways if that moment had not been interrupted. “Who brought a human kid on the sleigh?” Ember asked with a tinge of annoyance.

Ember’s comment caused the majority of the sleigh’s inhabitants to stare in bewilderment at a small human child who was inexplicably in the back of the flying sleigh with the ghosts. The boy looked bashful under the scrutiny.

The Box Ghost was the first to speak. “Who is this human in our Christmas box of flight?”

The boy perked up. “My name’s Jimmy. I’m four!” He did indeed look like a four-year-old. He was short and chubby, with a smattering of freckles across his face. A disheveled mop of blonde hair was covered by a Santa hat not unlike the ones the ghosts wore.

“What are you doing here, child?” Skulker questioned, raising a mechanical eyebrow.

“I wanted to go outside and see the ghosts, but Mama wouldn’t let me go outside because it’s dark out,” Jimmy pouted. “And I was wishing I could go outside and see the ghosts, and then I was here!”

All eyes turned to Desiree.

“What?” She said defensively. “You know I can’t resist granting wishes!”

“This is so cool! You're all so cool!” Jimmy said, “I get to meet the bad guys Danny Phantom fights!”

“‘Bad guys’?!” Repeated Pointdexter, sounding offended.

“Sweetie,” Spectra began in the honeyed tone she tended to use with children, “You have to go home. Your mommie’s probably worried about you.” That wasn’t the real reason she wanted him gone of course. She couldn’t care less about how his mommie felt.

Jimmy’s face fell. “I wish I could stay here with you guys...” he confided to the floor of the sleigh.

Desiree chimed in immediately, magic leaping to her fingers, “Your wish is my-”

“The truce.” Bertram reminded her.

Desiree deflated.

The Lunch Lady frowned at Jimmy’s sadness. “It would make him so happy.” She remarked to her fellow passengers.

“It would mean so much to him, and cost us so little.” Desiree said.

“Plus, it’s Christmas!” Ember added, “We should let the kid have a little adventure.”

“Yeah!” Youngblood added with an admiring glance at Ember.

“Would it really be so bad to bring him along?” Kitty looked around the sleigh imploringly.

Johnny looked conflicted. “But babe… we already worked so hard tonight to help that Phantom kid.”

Kitty rolled her eyes at him. “That took ten minutes tops.”

“But Spectra’s right!” Pointexter protested, while the aforementioned ghost looked surprised someone was actually taking her comment seriously. “Jimmy’s mother is probably worried about him.”

“She’ll be fine.” Ember said, rolling her eyes. “We’ll have the kid back before morning.”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine!” Youngblood added helpfully.

“I do suppose it wouldn’t cost us much,” Skulker said thoughtfully, who may or may not have been swayed by Ember’s opinion. “I’m all right with the boy coming along, as long as he promises not to cause trouble.” He looked questioningly at Jimmy.

The boy was sitting there with an amazed expression as if this seemed all too good to be true. At Skulker’s implied inquiry he jumped to his feet and testified “I promise I’ll be super good! I’ll be so good. I’ll be as good as Danny Phantom!” He said, with such sincerity that all present almost believed Phantom was the flawless angel of kindness Jimmy seemed to think him. Whatever the case, Jimmy’s conviction to not be a bother was clear. Any uncertainty that might have remained was rapidly squelched by Technus, who felt the need to clarify what every ghost present had already realized.

“While we, being his enemies, do not fully agree with your view of the ghost child, your promise to behave is well appreciated,” Technus decreed.

“If that is the case, we shall gladly welcome you to our portable box of Christmas cheer!” The Box Ghost said, receiving an approving nod from the Lunch Lady.

Aside from a grumble from Spectra, who was still unenthused about the concept of toting a child around with them for any period of time, as well as a hesitant Johnny, who needed a little persuasion from his girlfriend which was tactfully shielded from Youngblood by Johnny’s shadow, it was agreed unanimously that they would bring Jimmy along for their Christmas festivities, at least for a little while.

“Are we there yet?” Youngblood asked, before scarcely a minute had passed.

“No,” Responded the undead bird on his shoulder.

The Box Ghost, who was steering the sleigh, was driving it in circles above Fentonworks, high enough to be safe from ghost-hunting weapons, but low enough to have a good view of the conspicuous house, not that that was particularly difficult. The Fenton portal to the Ghost Zone, their best way to return home, was within that house, which was unfortunately closed off from the ghosts in the sleigh by a shining green ghost shield.

“It seems we shall have to wait until the shield comes down before we can return to the Ghost Zone as well as our usual Christmas festivities,” remarked Technus, to a sleigh full of ghosts who were already thinking the same thing.

The only one who would have benefited from this remark, Jimmy, was currently being distracted by Spectra, who had immediately decided to take advantage of her current situation. She usually worked with teens, not four-year-olds, but she’d been sure it wouldn’t be much different with younger children. She was mistaken.

“Are you afraid of your parents fighting?” Spectra asked.

Jimmy seemed ecstatic at this idea. “They should fight with swords!”

That wasn’t going to work. Spectra tried something else: “Are you afraid of monsters?”

Jimmy’s eyes widened. “Like bad ghosts?”

Spectra nodded, an eager smile on her face, wide enough to expose a good number of fangs. “That’s right, like bad ghosts.”

The boy assumed a solemn expression. “Danny Phantom will fight the bad ghosts.” He shook his little fist for emphasis.

Spectra groped, “Danny Phantom won’t always be there to fight the ghosts, you know.”

“Yes, he will.” Jimmy said, with enough stubbornness to remind Spectra that he could and would spend the entire night arguing his point with that exact same sentence if he had to.

“Honey, the truce.” Bertram reminded her.

Spectra sighed. “Desiree, I wish we were at the Fenton portal.”

Johnny sat up. “Wait, I thought we were-”

“Your wish is my command!” and suddenly they found themselves flying through the portal into the Ghost Zone.

Jimmy let out a long gasp as they flew through the portal into the green expanse. He clung to the arm of Ember, who was lucky enough to be sitting next to him, as he looked around himself in awe.

“Cool, right? It’s the Ghost Zone.” Ember commented.

“Cool.” Jimmy repeated, drawing out the word well past its usual length. “Does Danny Phantom live here?”

Ember rolled her eyes at the boy’s incessant admiration of the halfa. “‘Course not. He’s a human. He lives in Amity Park.”

“Uh huh.” Youngblood confirmed.

Jimmy frowned and knitted his eyebrows. “No, he’s not. He’s a ghost.”

Ember smirked and shrugged. “Whatever you say, kid.”

They flew along quietly for a little while, aside from Youngblood periodically asking “Are we there yet?” with a long-suffering look on his face, to which the answer was always a blunt “No,” from his skeleton assistant. Jimmy gazed in fascination at the simple green blob ghosts floating about them until he got bored and started pantomiming a gun shooting them. “Pew pew. Pew.”

This drew Skulker’s attention to the boy. “Child, what are you doing?”

Jimmy looked up. “I’m shooting the little ghosts!”

Skulker scoffed. “If you want to join in the hunt, you’ll need a weapon.” He pulled a vicious-looking gun out from somewhere and held it out to the boy, who reached out to take it reverently.

“The truce.” Bertram barked.

Skulker grimaced as he reluctantly took back the gun. He patted Jimmy’s head in approval. “You’ll make a fine hunter one day.”

“Are we there yet?” Youngblood groaned, tugging on the Box Ghost’s shirt sleeve.

“Just like I’ve told you a half dozen times,” His parrot began. “No, we are- oh.”

Because at long last they were there. Before them stood the pavilion where the Christmas festivities for this group of ghosts were to be held, the doors hanging welcomingly open with glittering decorations of a plethora of colors visible through the door.

“At last! We have finally returned to the celebration!” Technus said.

“Thank you, Technus.” Spectra said sarcastically.

Jimmy eyed the banquet laid out on a table in the back of the room. His eyes landed on a bowl of peppermints. He tugged on the Lunch Lady’s sleeve. “Can I have some candy?”

She looked down at him in concern. “Oh, sweetie. You know we can’t have dessert before dinner! We need to eat the healthy food first.”

“I already ate my dinner!” Jimmy declared quickly.

Whether or not that was true, it did the trick. “Well all right then honey. Let’s get you some dessert.” The Lunch Lady looked pleased. “Good job eating your dinner!”

And so it was that Jimmy was found only a few minutes later with his cheeks crammed full of peppermints, likewise his pockets and his hands. A sparse trail of dropped peppermints was also left in his wake, having fallen out of hands and pockets that had been overenthusiastically filled. The Lunch Lady seemed to be enjoying Jimmy’s treat as much as he was, she was so filled with satisfaction about the healthy meal Jimmy had surely eaten, and which definitely hadn’t been stubbornly left on the table despite being declared by his mother an obstacle between him and going outside.

As Jimmy proceeded with his sugary feast, Walker entered the building. “The prisoner has been detained.” He said as he straightened his hat.

Pointdexter looked up. “Ghostwriter?”

“That’s right, son,” Walker said.

Pointdexter nodded, glaring at the wall. “Serves him right for using his powers to bully someone like that.”

Walker’s eyes, which had been scanning the room, landed on Jimmy, who was currently discovering a collection of discarded cardboard boxes, which were sitting in a corner after being emptied of Christmas decorations.

“Who’s this little one?” Walker asked.

Pointdexter followed Walker’s eyes to Jimmy before answering, “He wanted so badly to see us ghosts as we were going around helping fix Christmas, but his mother wouldn’t let him come outside.”

Walker’s eyes narrowed. “His mother is his legal guardian. Disobeying her is against the rul-”

“I am the Box Dragon!” A voice at Walker’s feet bellowed.

He looked down to see a large cardboard box with legs standing before him. The box’s corner bumped against Walker’s legs as grunting and growling sounds came from within the box. Now not many people know this - it’s a very closely guarded secret - but Walker has a soft spot for small children. And frankly, this behavior was too adorable for him to handle. His heart melted, and all thoughts of broken rules and sending the child home vanished from his mind. All this happened in an instant, and thankfully Walker was self-possessed enough to show absolutely no sign of this in his countenance.

However, the prison warden was not the only one who’s attention was drawn by Jimmy’s antics. Across the room, the Box Ghost’s face had slowly lit up with astonishment, then morphed into ecstasy. He flew quickly across the room to Jimmy’s side. “Box Dragon! It is an honor to make your acquaintance!” He stuck a hand under the box to heartily shake the small hand of its occupant. “It is always a pleasure to meet one who shares my appreciation of these fine cardboard squares! Perhaps you and I, united in our love of boxes, could prove formidable in combat against our foes!”

“The truce,” Walker said in unison with Bertram, who had somehow known this statement was called for despite being halfway across the room.

“Oh, right,” the Box Ghost relented. He quickly perked up again, gripping Jimmy’s hand and pointing dramatically. “Then let us return to the corner where I have placed many boxes and we shall gather a cardboard army!”

However, a yawn sounded from underneath the box and the small hand held in the Box Ghost’s blue one seemed to lose some of its enthusiasm. “I’m sleepy…” Jimmy mumbled, pushing the cardboard box off of himself.

Kitty, who just happened to be nearby, snapped her head around at the quiet statement, as if it had been as loud and attention-grabbing as a fire alarm. She dropped a slightly confused Johnny’s hand (he hadn’t been astute enough to hear Jimmy’s last sentence,) and rushed to kneel at the young boy’s side.

She let Jimmy slump onto her shoulder as she asked “Do you want to go home, honey?” With all the tenderness of a mother.

“Mmhm…” Came the barely audible reply, with Jimmy seeming to be seconds away from falling asleep on Kitty’s shoulder.

She gently stood up and turned to her boyfriend, who had been left to shadow her curiously. “Can you take him home on your motorcycle?” She whispered.

“Uh, okay.” Said Johnny uncertainly. Kitty gently handed over the boy to Johnny, who held him as awkwardly as though he’d never carried a child before and had no idea where to put what. He did his best though and managed to transport Jimmy to his motorcycle and situate him in a fairly safe-looking position.

The ghosts at the party gathered to see the boy off. He was thankfully just awake enough to receive the goodbyes most present eagerly began to give him.

“If you ever need anything, just say the words, and your wish is my command,” Desiree told him with a kiss.

“Always be nice to people. Don’t be a jerk.” Pointdexter advised quickly.

“Follow your dreams, kid!” Ember said.

“Yeah, do that!” Youngblood agreed with Ember readily.

“Eat well!”

“Be sure and stay on the right side of the law.”

“Always remember the power of technology, I, Technus, included-”

“May you always find nice boxes!”

Walker repositioned the now-sleeping Jimmy into a slightly safer position as he said to Johnny, “Don’t test my patience. You better not break the speed limit again.”

Johnny revved up the engine and responded, “Dude, there’s no speed limit in the Ghost Zone. You made that up.”

As Johnny drove off to deliver the child home (no one realized until later that he didn’t know where Jimmy’s house was), there was a moment of silence. Perhaps some of the ghosts were using it to ponder the night they had just had. How their small acts of kindness towards Jimmy had filled him with such glee. How somehow, despite having seemingly gained nothing from the experience, each felt happier, more contented, lighter inside even than a ghost with the power to levitate usually felt. Perhaps they were drawing near to a change of heart, or at the very least a change of obsession, that might allow them to experience the bliss of helping others on a more regular basis. Perhaps some of them would have even reached it if that moment of silence had not been interrupted.

“Let’s never do that again.” Spectra moaned.

#Danny Phantom #Christmas Truce 2020 #'Self-possessed enough'?#Get it???#Haha ghost puns #Fluff #Not angst for once #My Fanfics

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lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love · 4 years

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DP Prompt Danny walks into his bedroom to find a clone of him, not Danielle but one he's never met, asleep in his bed.

Notes: I’d like to thank @dp-marvel94 for the prompt! Hopefully you like it.

Also, I don’t own the gif used in this prompt.

Masterlist | Masterlist pt. 2

It had been a very, very long day. The day started out normal enough; Danny was able to get through school without a hitch, and it seemed like today would be one of those rare days a ghost didn’t attack. But, of course, he spoke too soon.

Skulker and Ember decided they were going to cause some trouble around Amity Park — scaring people, destroying things; the usual. Danny managed to sneak out of his final period to go fight them, and it ended the way it always did, with Skulker and Ember in the thermos. School had already ended by the time Danny managed to get back, so he quickly got his backpack and hurried out. Jazz and the others were waiting for him at the front of the school, and Jazz drove everyone home.

By the time Jazz and Danny made it home, it was late in the afternoon. Their parents were busying themselves with their latest ghost-hunting gadget, so they hardly took notice of their children.

With a heavy sigh, Danny made his way upstairs. He wanted some time alone, and the sounds of his parents working was already giving him a headache. Jazz looked at him worriedly, wanting nothing more than to make sure he was okay; but he insisted Skulker and Ember did no real damage to him.

“I’ve fought them a hundred times before,” he said, “I know all their tricks, I know what to look out for.”

Despite her better judgment, she chose to stay downstairs. If Danny insisted he was fine, the least Jazz could do was distract their parents until the thermos was emptied.

Once Danny reached his room, he closed the door and threw his backpack on the ground. He was utterly exhausted.

I’ll just lay down for a little bit, he thought.

Kicking his shoes off, he nearly jumped on his bed, ready to get a little sleep...

...until he heard something — someone — that shouldn’t be there, on his bed of all places.

“Ow!” The voice sounded young, feminine almost, maybe around Danny’s age. Whoever it was, it was hidden under his covers, Danny failed to even notice the lump at first. He immediately jumped onto his feet, his eyes glowing green, ready to attack. The covers were shoved back as someone sat up. It was... a girl? She had his dark hair and blue eyes, even the same skin color. He noticed her wearing an oversized t-shirt, one that almost looked like the one he usually wore. She was glaring at him, lips pursed into a thin line.

Danny’s eyes quickly changed to the usual blue, his cheeks burning as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Why’d you throw yourself on me?” she exclaimed, scurrying out of the bed. “I was sleeping.”

“How was I supposed to know someone was in my bed?” he snapped, his brows furrowing. “Who are you anyway?”

“You’re Danny Fenton right?” she asked. “The ghost boy?”

Confusion and fear bubbled in his stomach. Who is she? “Yes,” he responded. “How did you...?”

“I need your help.” She squared her shoulders. “My name is Y/N. I’m... I’m your clone.”

His eyes widened at that, as he tried to sputter out something — anything.

“My father is Vlad Plasmius.” Her voice was trembling, her eyes watering. “He made me in the hopes of having the perfect half-ghost son, but... he said he was tired of always getting female clones. He wants to kill me to construct the perfect son.”

Danny’s blood boiled. He dealt with Vlad’s experiments before — clones the fruit loop deemed “failures.” The only one Danny knew wasn’t a failure was Danielle, but she was out exploring the world, having finally gotten the stability she needed.

This clone, there wasn’t anything wrong with her, at least from what Danny could tell. She wasn’t melting, she wasn’t showing any signs of instability. Maybe she was different than Danielle.

“Can you help me?” she asked; begged.

His hands curled into fists. Danny thought he had taken care of Vlad’s lab the first time, stopping him from making anymore clones. Turns out he was wrong.

“Let’s go.”

#danny phantom #danny phantom x clone!reader #danny phantom x reader #fanfiction #danny phantom fanfiction #jazz fenton #clone!reader #sam manson #tucker foley #ember #skulker #jack fenton #maddie fenton #danny phantom one-shot #one-shot #prompt #danny phantom prompt

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kimera20 · 4 years

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Doors

Dannymay 2020 day 19

Also in AO3 and FF

Jazz got home after a study session in the library with take out food, her parents where out in a week long paranormal conference two states away. That means that she was in charge of keeping her brother and herself feed, she didn't trust any of the food in the fridge hence the take out.

When she entered the kitchen to leave the food in the table she noticed that the door of the lab was wide open and she could hear loud bangs coming from there. Curios and a little wary, she made her way down, hoping it was an invention and not a ghost. The sight waiting down there wasn’t something she expected.

The lab was the same mess as always, inventions lingering on the floor and test tubes full of ectoplasm, all of that was normal except for two things. The first thing she noticed was the portal was active and open, the strange thing was the three ecto-guns pointing at the opening. Jazz was wondering why it was arranged like that when an octopus appeared, the ecto-guns shooted at the ghost immediately, making it went back into the Ghost Zone.

The second weird thing was Danny he was hunched over the doors of the portal doing something with the cables, he was also surrounded by empty cans of energy drinks and two cups of coffee.

“Danny? What are you doing?” Jazz asked confused at the scene in front of her.

“Working” Danny said absent minded, not even looking at her.

“Working on what?” Jazz asked frustrated with the lack of real response.

“On fixing these doors” Danny said looking intensely at the cables in his hand.

“Ok… and why are there ecto-guns pointing at the portal?” Jazz asked, those were new and she didn’t think Danny would ever use them.

“Because I don't want to be interrupted. What’s up with all these questions?” Danny asked finally looking at her, he had huge eye bags and looked as dead as he was.

“Well, you never work in here, much less in the portal” Jazz said giving him a look, demanding answers.

“Remember two weeks ago when Skulker blow up the doors because he wanted to hunt me, and mom and dad where there and chased him down” Danny said sounding very tired.

“Yes, they were very proud of making a ghost run away from them” Jazz nodded.

“Well it turns out they didn't fix the doors, I don't know why, probably because of the convention. The thing is that without a door there are a lot of more ghosts coming and I get a lot less rest” Danny said.

“And you just decided to fix it so you could rest?” Jazz asked finally understanding the situation.

“Jazz, I haven't slept for three days straight” Danny said.

“Do you need help?” Jazz asked worried for Danny’s health.

“Yes please” Danny said in relief, he was too tired to think with a clear head, he really needed help.

“I brought take out, do you want to come up and eat?” Jazz asked.

“Please bring it here. I feel like if I sit I’ll pass out” Danny said.

“Alright” Jazz said before going up the stairs.

They spend the whole night working on the doors, the amount of energy cans doubling at the end of it. They could finish only because Jazz got the bright idea of looking for the blueprints, it was very messy, lucky they could decipher the draws and fix the doors. To install them Jazz deactivated the ecto-guns and Danny had to go ghost to put them in their place, they were very heavy after all. With the portal finally locked down Danny could relax, he ended up passing out on the sofa in the living room, Jazz put a blanket over him before going to her room to sleep, good thing it was a weekend.

#Danny Phantom #dannymay2020

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Doppelgänger (2/?)

Previously on Doppelgänger ~ Masterlist ~ Next time on Doppelgänger

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were just 14 when they took a look inside the portal Danny’s parents had built. From there, everything changed. They woke up with white hair, green skin, and powers they could learn to control. They were hybrids, halfas.

They were the hero Doppelgänger.

{Parental Bonding}

“We can possess people!” the trio said, Tucker bouncing in midair. Sam crossed her arms. “That seems really wrong. We didn’t do it on purpose. Imagine how many dates we could get this way. We don’t need dates. We know we want to go to the dance.”

Sam turned human, dropping onto Tucker’s bed with a scowl.

Danny floated closer to her with an apologetic expression.

“Sorry,” he and Tucker said.

“It’s okay. I know you guys aren’t intentionally prying. It’s just kind of annoying sometimes.”

“We’re getting better at keeping things separate,” they said as Tucker sat down at the end of the bed. “Maybe we’ll be able to figure out secrets as we work on it. Do we need to have secrets though?”

“Yes, Danny, we do,” Sam said, poking the boy. “You might have loose lips, but I like my privacy.”

Danny pouted and transformed. “I don’t have loose lips. I just don’t get why anything has to be a secret between us. We’re best friends.”

Sam grabbed his arm and tugged him onto the bed with her.

His pout immediately fled as he curled up in her arms, his head tucking beneath her chin.

Tucker gasped and turned human. “It’s a cuddly Sam day!”

She shot him a glare. “Not for you it isn’t.”

He ignored her and joined them on the bed, pressing up to her back and draping an arm over both his friends. She grumbled, but relaxed back against him as Danny poked his head up to give them both kisses on the cheek.

They rested together for a while before Sam’s phone went off.

She nudged Danny, who’d been dozing. “Come on, it’s getting late. We should get home before someone realizes we aren’t in our beds.”

“No one will check on me before morning,” Danny said with a nuzzle.

She pushed him off the bed.

“Well then.”

Tucker sat up as the two stood and transformed. “Sam, wait.”

They turned to him.

“Uh, you know, since neither of us have dates and you really want to go, the two of us could go to the dance together as friends.”

Danny smiled and Sam tilted her head.

“Really?” they asked.

“Sure. I’ve pretty much struck out with everyone in school anyways and someone has to keep an eye on Danny.”

“Hey! True. HEY!”

{One of a Kind}

Skulker looked between the human boy he was tailing and the ghost child glaring down at him. He could have sworn the half-ghost was the child of the hunters Plasmius had paid him to investigate, not the boy's female friend.

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No, that can’t be. He was sure the girl was the ghost child. He knew he had seen the technology-boy asleep with the hunters’ child!

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Skulker gaped at the three ghost children surrounding him. “What are you?”

“We are Doppelgänger, and you are done here,” they somehow said together while sounding like only one.

At least he'd still accomplished the job Plasmius required, Skulker thought as he was pulled into a cylindrical device.

{Attack of the Killer Garage Sale}

“You’re not going to go to the party?” Sam asked as Danny tossed the invite Dash had given him in the trash.

“Sam, I don’t think we’d need our bond to feel your hatred for this entire situation,” Tucker said.

“Sorry.” She’d really been trying to hold back her more jealous and controlling nature since the accident. It wasn’t fair to her partners.

“It’s fine,” Danny said, knocking their shoulders together with a smile. “It’d feel weird without you guys anyways. Who would talk trash about the A-listers in our heads or get turned down by every person in the room?”

“Rude,” Tucker said.

“Besides, what would happen if a ghost showed up. Dash’s place is too far from either of yours for our mind link.”

“That’s true,” Sam agreed.

“You could always just call our phones,” Tucker said and his partners paused, surprised.

“Phones,” Sam chuckled. “How did we forget phones exist?”

“We might be getting too dependent on the mind link,” Danny laughed, rubbing his neck.

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Sam and Danny looked up as Tucker dropped down onto the couch between them.

“You guys could have helped,” he huffed, passing the thermos to Danny and turning human.

“Tech’s you thing,” Danny said with a shrug, tossing the thermos into his Space Fold.

“Did you need help?” Sam asked, handing Tucker a bowl of popcorn.

He snorted. “Technus, master of technology and destroyer of worlds, was running an old version of Portals XL. It was easy to slip through the cracks with my powers. That’s not the point though.”

{Splitting Images}

Sam and Tucker watched Danny’s parents run off, then turned to their partner. “Watch it, Danny. Your parents almost c-” they stopped, then glared. “Who are you? Where’s Danny?”

The boy who was mostly not Danny frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sam grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the lockers, her eyes glowing yellow.

“Tell us where our partner is now?” she and Tucker said as one and he stepped up next to her, his own eyes purple. “We can feel you’re not him!”

Poindexter immediately caved. He was smart enough to know he’d have a hard time taking on one halfa on in a fight, let alone two.

Sam was a lot more willing to hear out the old school nerd once her own nerd was safely in her arms and the three decided to let Poindexter stick around, so long as he agreed not to hurt or humiliate any of the bullies he went after, only spook them away from their targets. Especially when Danny told them about how Poindexter was treated in his own version of Casper High.

And they thought Dash was bad.

{What You Want}

You said she’s a genie ghost? Why didn’t you just wish her into the thermos? Sam asked.

Tucker and Danny shared a look from where they were hovering over the sick girl’s home.

You both are idiots. Get out of here before one of my parents spot you.

We’re invisible, they pointed out, but said their goodbyes and left all the same.

“Why didn’t we think of wishing her away? Because only one of us got all the common sense when the portal mashed us together. True. Oh, man! What? We forgot to share about the plasmablasts! Shoot, we’re dead. No puns right now, this is serious!”

{Bitter Reunions}

“Bad news,” Danny said as soon as he picked up the group call. “My parents are dragging me and my sister with them to their college reunion in Wisconsin.”

“That sucks,” Tucker hissed.

“Yeah, but our news is worse,” Sam said. “Knock knock.”

Her words were matched with a knock at Danny’s window and he opened the curtains to find Sam floating outside.

“Who’s there?” Tucker asked.

“Sam,” Danny said, gesturing her in.

“Sam who?”

“Sam’s at my window,” Danny snorted as she floated through intangibly. “What’s going on?”

“Wait, she’s at your house? Why? Do I need to come?”

“No, we took care of the problem for now.” Sam reached into the bag she’d strapped to her belt -- Danny could open the Space Fold for her and Tucker from a distance, but they only really did that for the thermos -- and pulled out a torn picture. “Look familiar.”

“Is that my dad?” Danny asked, taking it. The man in the picture certainly looked like his dad did in his collage pictures.

“That’s what we thought too.”

“What’s going on?”

“We took on this group of vulture ghosts just now and they had a picture of Mr. Fenton,” Sam explained. “They said they were on a search and destroy mission.”

“They want to kill Danny’s dad?”

“Why?”

“We don’t know,” Sam sighed. “They got away from us before we could interrogate them properly. We could have used our speed.”

“Sorry, my parents are in an inventing lull so they’re actually paying attention to my curfew,” Danny said, still looking at the picture.

“I still don’t get why Danny’s faster than us.”

“Tiny.”

“You mean smol.”

“No.”

“Yes. And it’s not fair.”

“You take hits better than Sam and I,” Danny pointed out. “And Sam’s stronger than us. It balances out. Now can we get back to the fact that someone put a hit out on my dad?”

“Sorry, we don’t know anything else.”

“At least you guys are going out of town. Hopefully, Sam and I can track down the birds before you get back.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

Sam took her partner’s hand and pulled him into a hug.

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“Holy crow.”

“Tell us about it,” Danny groaned.

“We should have been there,” his partners said.

“We’re kind of glad we weren’t,” Danny said, poking his head into the RV for a second to make sure his parents and sister were still asleep. “Who knows what Vlad would have done if he knew about us? He thinks we use the royal we.”

“We can’t believe there’s another halfa out there. And he’s such a creep. Do we think he’d want us? Or only one of us?”

Danny frowned, rubbing his chest. It was weird being in ghost form, hearing his partners in their ghost form, and yet not being a part of the mind link. “We don’t know. And we don’t want to know. He doesn’t need to be anywhere near us. He’s a fruit loop.”

“Agreed.”

{Prisoners of Love, Part 1}

The trio floated back to back as they looked around the Ghost Zone. Danny pressed closer to his partners, eyeing a group of small blobs that he swore was following him, while Sam vibrated with excitement and Tucker snapped pictures with his phone.

“Can we just find the gift already? This place is amazing. No, it's not. It's creepy. And it goes on forever. We don't even know where to start to look! Maybe we can ask for directions?”

Tucker flew up to one of the doors. He knocked and opened it.

“Excuse me,” they said. “Would you be able to -”

“Get. Out. Of. My. ROOM!”

Tucker shut the door.

“Well, that won’t work. This is hopeless. We’re never gonna find that present. Our folks are gonna get divorced and it’s gonna be all our fault.”

Sam wrapped her arms around Danny.

“We’ll figure this out. Maybe we just need to think like a box. Think like a box? Well, the box isn’t a ghost. It’s from the human world.” Danny’s head popped up. “Yes, maybe the ghost zone’s gravity affects human world stuff differently than ghost stuff. If we can track the orbital paths, then we can figure out where the box went. But how would we figure out these orbital paths? We know one way. No.”

Tucker flew down to one of the floating islands, then transformed.

“Stop!” Sam and Danny shouted, flying up to him. “We don’t know how the Ghost Zone will affect a human. Our parents haven’t run any tests yet!”

“I’m fine, see,” Tucker said, gesturing at himself. “I can even breathe just fine. Everything’s okay.”

“For now.”

“I think it’s a little too late to worry about ectoplasmic radiation, so what are you two so worried about.”

“Only one of us is worried. We’re both worried.”

Sam shoved Danny, then shoved Tucker when he started laughing.

The boy yelped and braced himself when the shove knocked him towards a tree.

He passed right through it.

“What the heck?” the two said.

Tucker stood up and set his hand on the tree. Then he pressed down and his hand slipped through the tree, coming out the other side.

Danny dropped down next to him and tried to do the same, but couldn’t get his arm to go through the tree even when he turned intangible.

Sam snapped her fingers.

“Ectoplasm. Everything here is made of ectoplasm. Maybe being in the ghost zone naturally puts everything in a semi-intangible state, which means humans can pass through it if they try.”

“So we’re the ghosts here!” Tucker cheered, bouncing. “Sweet!”

“It’s definitely something to keep in mind.”

Tucker smiled and held up his arms. “Now that that’s settled, let’s see how this human gets affected by ghost gravity.”

Danny hesitated, but Sam shrugged and picked Tucker up and threw him into the void.

He flew a few yards before slowing down until he was just floating in place. They waited a moment, but nothing else happened.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Tucker said then transformed.

Danny and Sam flew up to him, all three saying, “That should have worked though. There has to be some sort of orbit or else the box would have just been right outside the portal and we check right after it got knocked in.”

Tucker shrugged and pulled out his phone. Danny’s eyes locked onto it. He grabbed it out of Tucker’s hand and tossed it.

“Hey! Look, it’s moving!”

The trio watched as the phone’s trajectory slowed, then started again slightly to the right of where it had been heading before.

“Humans might just be too heavy or dense for ghost orbit. Or maybe it’s a consciousness thing, like with the intangibility. Whatever it is, let’s just get going. If we lose our phone, we’re going to regret it.”

The three set off drifting a short ways behind the phone. They stuck close enough to be sure they didn’t lose it, but far enough that they wouldn’t accidentally alter its course. Eventually, the phone floated intangibly through one of the doors, this one looking like a rolling warehouse door.

The trio shared a look then opened the door and flew inside.

The lair was just a purple void filled with a variety of random items.

“So this is where all that stuff ends up. It’s like the void of lost items,” they said as Tucker grabbed his phone.

“Yes!” the trio turned to see the Box Ghost flying up. “It all ends up in the possession of THE BOX GHOST!”

“Ugh, this guy. What are you doing here? Don’t you have a cardboard box to haunt.”

Boxy blinked looking between the three before pointing at Sam, who was floating in the middle.

“I am The Box Ghost! Where do you think we go when you release us from your round, cylindrical trap?”

Danny looked unimpressed, Sam crossed her arms and started looking over all the junk, and Tucker ran a hand over his face.

“It is not our turn to deal with this. You mean the Fenton Thermos? The gift has to be here somewhere.”

He looked between them then threw up his arms menacingly. “I am the Box Ghost!”

“We know.”

“And beware! For I am merely ONE of your foes who reside in this realm! In fact, you might say,” the box ghost snorted, “we’re a PACKAGE DEAL!”

“I swear if we laugh at that, we’ll punch us. We’re not laughing at that. It’s the Box Ghost. We would laugh at that. That was a bad pun even for us.” They groaned and Danny floated closer to Boxy, holding his hands up in a show of good faith. “Look, we’re looking for something important, we don’t have time for your box puns.”

Suddenly police sirens sounded and the trio looked around.

“Flee!” Boxy shouted. “Lest you be hermetically sealed and shipped to your doom!” He tried to fly off, but a blast of green energy hit him, causing his wrists to be bound in handcuffs made of energy.

Sam and Tucker flew up to grab Danny’s arms. “Hey, what’s going on? We need to get out of here! Let’s -”

A blast hit them and they were bound together.

“Unauthorized duplication. That’s against the rules.” The trio looked up to see a large white ghost hovering over them. He pulled out a green book. “Or at least it is now.”

“Duplication? Like Plasmius? Wait! This is all a big misunderstanding! We’re not -”

The ghost moved so it was like he was crouched on invisible ground and shoved his face into Tucker’s. He grabbed Tucker’s phone and said, “There may be chaos everywhere in this Ghost Zone, but there’ll be order in my prison.” He stood up and turned to a group of ghosts in riot gear. “Merge them and ship them off.”

One of the ghosts smiled and pointed a police baton at them.

“Hold on! You’ve got the wrong -”

He shot them with a blast and a ring of energy wrapped around them and squeezed. It grew tighter and tighter and their bodies were pressed closer and closer.

“Stop! Wait! Please!”

And then there was a snap. It wasn’t audible. It wasn’t even physical. It was just a feeling as three bodies became one.

Doppelgänger looked down at their hands in shock, their mind a whirl of emotions and thoughts. They barely noticed as the ghost police grabbed their arms and threw them in the back of a prisoner transport van.

“We’re one?” they whispered, staring at their hands.

They certainly didn’t feel like one. They could feel Sam's and Danny's and Tucker’s minds rioting against one another in their head. It was like the trio were all trying to overshadow each other at once. Their body shook with hot and cold and lightning. They tried to pull apart, but the bands on their wrists, ankles, and waist kept their powers dulled and their ectoplasm merged.

The police returned and Doppelgänger shuffled into the corner of the van to keep away from the monsters. Thankfully they only shoved the Box Ghost inside and shut the doors.

Doppelgänger turned to the wall of the van. “If we transform, we can slip out. Can we transform with these bonds? Better question, what would happen if we transformed like this?” They shivered at the idea of being merged in their human forms. “Yeah, no. We need to figure out how to separate, then we can transform and get away from these psychos. Seriously, as if living corrupt police weren’t bad enough. We need to focus. Can this situation get any worse? Our folks are splitting up, our sister’s a basket case, and we’re going to ghost jail.” They curled up, trying to hold themselves as best they could with their bonds. “It will be okay. We’ll be okay. They’ll have to remove the bonds at some point then we can get away. It will be okay.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #Doppelgänger au

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littlemisswolfie · 4 years

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A Midnight Run

AO3

The woods are dark, this late at night. Sam knows the moon above her is full, but its light is hidden behind the leaves of the trees looming over her. Her legs burn from the force of her feet pounding over the grass and dirt, and her lungs ache with all the air they’re pulling in and pushing out as she runs, but she can’t stop running. Not now. Not yet.

A few hundred yards to her left, someone yelps and something else growls. Heart pounding, Sam veers right and pounds her legs harder. She thinks that was Tucker. That means she’s the last one standing. The realization sends a shot of adrenaline through her system.

He wants a chase? she thinks. I’ll give him a chase.

There’s a creek nearby. Maybe she can hide her scent if she runs through it. That’s his primary means of tracking, after all. She has a chance if she can take away his sense of smell. If only she hadn’t left her bag in the truck; she has all sorts of nifty plants in there she could have used.

But there’s no use dwelling on that now. She has to keep moving.

The sound of running water hits her ears. She’s close to the creek. The ground is uneven here, and though all she wants is to sprint to the water, she has to take it slow. Tripping and falling would make too much noise, and then all hopes of escape would be dashed. And she refuses to let him win this time.

Her boots hit the creek with a splash. She bends at the waist to scoop water up and wet her face and arms as well. The water is freezing, but she can deal. In a few minutes, she’ll either be back in the warm truck, or she’ll be caught. Either way, she won’t be cold for long.

She backtracks a little to muddle the scent before taking off again. Sam knows these woods as well as she knows her bedroom by now, and she doesn’t need light to navigate. If she can make it back to the big pine tree they parked the truck by, she’s home free. Getting to the tree means the chase is over. And it’s less than a quarter mile away.

She takes one more deep breath to steel herself before she runs. She runs faster than she’s ever run in her life. Hell, she could outrun Dash Baxter. She’ll run as hard as it takes to get her to that tree. Because the tree means she wins.

She can just see the trunk of the tree when a twig snaps behind her. Her spine goes hot, burning white like a supernova, and that’s all the warning she gets before she’s being tackled to the ground. A hand comes up to keep her head from hitting the ground, but the rest of her body absorbs the shock, and suddenly there’s something heavy and warm over her, and a set of teeth pressing at her throat. Not biting, but the threat is there in the points of the fangs. “Gotcha.”

She groans, irritated, but rolls her head to the side in submission. “Only because you won’t let me use any of my herbs, you ass. Not all of us have night vision and super speed like you do.”

Danny chuckles, the sound much darker than it is during the day. Suddenly, Sam finds herself shivering from something other than the cold. “Are you, Sam Manson, saying you need help to beat me at something?”

“You wish.” She puts her palms against his chest, feeling fur where his shirt is ripped, and nudges, and he sits back without protest, though he’s still straddling her hips. She can’t see much of him in the low light, but she knows he can see her, so she wipes at her face to get some of the dirt off. Sam never used to be so aware of her appearance. In fact, she openly mocked girls like Paulina and Star who were so obsessed with their looks.

But that was before Danny changed.

They’re still not sure how, exactly, the change happened. It wasn’t like he was bitten or anything. It was probably something they messed with in his parents’ lab last September, but they’ll never be sure, now. What matters is that Danny isn’t human anymore. Sam can’t see him now, but she’s seen him often enough in the past few months to know exactly what he looks like. His body is larger, taller, more muscular. Black fur sprouts from his skin. His nails are sharper, more claw-like. His ears have moved to the top of his head, now pointed and fuzzy. And his eyes, usually the color of the sky on a clear day, are like liquid mercury—silver and burning.

“Now that you have me,” Sam says with a quirked eyebrow, “what are you going to do with me?”

Danny growls low in his throat at the obvious provocation and dives in, slanting his lips over Sam’s in a heated kiss. His hands, large and hot, grab her wrists and pin them above her head. She moans into the kiss, and though she very much enjoys his weight on top of her, she wishes she could wrap her legs around him to hold him to her. But when Danny’s like this, more wolf than man, he has to be in control. He has to have the leverage. “Part of the curse,” he’d grumbled once. “The wolf would rather die than submit.”

Lucky for them, Sam found herself more than happy to submit, if only to Danny.

“Tucker?” Sam asks when Danny pulls back to let her breathe.

Danny leans down to kiss and lick his way down her neck. “He went back to the truck to watch our phones. The woods are all ours.”

Good enough for Sam. She cranes her neck up to kiss Danny again, and he releases her hands so his can nudge her jacket away. “Next run,” he says against her lips, “try shedding some layers. It muddles your scent.”

“Giving me advice now, wolf boy?” Sam asks, trying to pretend he’s not leaving her breathless.

His fingers work their way under her tee shirt and brush against her belly. “Yes. The sooner you get away, the sooner you’ll let me mark you.”

One of Danny’s many new instincts is the drive to claim anything that’s his. In the day to day, he does it in both human and animalistic ways. He writes his name on the tag of all his clothes and scribbles on the covers of all his notebooks and he has a million decals on his cherry red motorcycle. He’s constantly touching Sam and Tucker at school, and he’s scent marked them at least once a day since their first run in with Skulker, a rival alpha who thought Danny would be easy pickings when he first changed. He’s drawn the line at peeing on things, thank god, but the one way Sam hasn’t let him claim her yet is by marking her.

Marking is permanent. Danny marking her would result in a bruise that would basically telegraph “Mate of Danny Fenton” to any supernatural creature in the immediate vicinity. And it’s not that Sam isn’t ready for that commitment—she’s been in love with Danny for years—but she refuses to be a damsel in distress any time some hunter or rival supernatural wants to get one over on Danny. So Sam decided she would refuse his mark until she could get away from him on a full moon on her own merit. If she can outrun a werewolf on his own turf at the time he’s at his strongest, she can do anything.

And Danny, the wonderful guy that he is, respects her decision, and he never holds back.

Just like he doesn’t hold back now.

Forty-five minutes later, they return to the truck. It’s Sam’s truck, a sixteenth birthday gift from her grandmother, and it’s the group’s primary form of transportation aside from Danny’s motorcycle. Tucker’s sitting in the passenger seat, blaring Ember’s new album over the Bluetooth radio, and he gives him an impressive eye roll when he sees their rumpled clothes and tangled hair. “Next month,” he says when they’re situated in the cab, Sam on the hump and Danny behind the wheel, “I’m asking Ember to come, too.”

“She’s gonna be in Mexico on her tour next month,” Danny reminds him.

“Damn.”

Sam leans her head on his shoulder. “Buck up. Maybe I’ll get away next month.”

“You guys will just be even worse if you do.”

Neither of them brings up the option of Tucker simply not coming at all next month. Danny wouldn’t stand for it. He needs them both on full moon nights. No exceptions.

Danny puts the truck into drive.

Tucker gets dropped off first, and Danny, as he always does, waits until he’s safely climbed the fire escape up to his window before driving away. Sam could move over to the passenger seat, but that would mean moving away from Danny, so she stays put until they get to her house.

They climb out of the truck and Danny cups her face with his hands and pulls her up for one last kiss. “Text me when you get home,” she tells him, even though he’s probably the most dangerous thing in Amity Park, at least for the moment.

“I will,” be promises, laying his forehead against hers. “I love you, Sam.”

Butterflies explode in her belly. “Love you, too.”

She feels Danny’s eyes on her as she clambers up the flower trellis leading to her window, and when she’s safely inside, it’s her turn to watch, silent, as he lopes off into the night.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #fanfic #ao3fic #amethyst ocean #my writing #my post #mine

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ghostsray · 4 years

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Ch5: Moon

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The siblings met on top a peeling billboard at the edge of town, which had become their sort of unofficial meeting place during Ellie's stay. Niel had suggested some other places nearer to human civilization, especially since Ellie continued to make him buy food for her, but Ellie had insisted that this was the perfect place because the lights were dim enough and they were high enough to see the stars--stars that were visible on this particular clear night.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Ellie said, gazing up dreamily.

"Who is?" Niel asked.

"The moon, of course!" Ellie replied, gesturing widely at the sky. "Of course, the stars are beautiful too. Venus is shining especially bright today. That's a planet, but she still looks like a star from this distance, so whatever."

"You're really enthusiastic about space."

Ellie stared at him like he'd grown a second head and said, "You mean you aren't?"

Niel shrugged. "Dad tried getting me into astronomy for some reason, but it never caught my interest that much."

"And you're sure you're a clone of Danny?"

Niel frowned at the incredulous look Ellie was giving him. "Come on, an interest in astronomy can't be genetic, can it?"

"Maybe not, but it sure as hell is the core of being a Danny."

This wasn't the first time she described herself as a version of Danny. Paired with her old nickname, Niel wondered if she felt the opposite way he did about being a clone: she wanted to be like Danny. He couldn't for the half-life of him understand why, but that was how she acted.

Niel ignored her statement and instead looked down at the comic book in his lap. Just like she had promised, Ellie was trying to get him into Marvel by bringing him issues in exchange for the food. When he asked her if she stole these comics, she didn't reply. (She stole them.)

"This makes no sense," Niel said, referring to the comic. "Radioactivity doesn't give you superpowers, it just gives you cancer."

Ellie chuckled. "It's fiction, dude. It doesn't have to be accurate."

"But they're spreading misinformation! What if a new ghost forms because some kid decided taking a swim in a radioactive vat would be fun?"

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Nobody will swim in a radioactive vat. You're sounding like an overbearing boomer."

Niel gasped and clutched his chest. "You take that back."

Ellie hummed like she was mulling it over, then said, "Nope."

Niel hid his grin by bringing the comic up to his face. He squinted at the page and tilted it slightly, like that would help him understand it better. "Seriously, though, this doesn't make sense. Spiders don't have a "spider sense"."

"You're just a boring science nerd."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you're not, even though you like astronomy?"

"I am a nerd, and that's my point! What kind of nerd isn't interested in space?"

He shrugged. "I'm not saying space isn't cool, but studying it? Too much math."

A smirk formed on Ellie's face, and she swung her legs and said, "Speaking of math, how was school? Is it really true that you started a rumor about Vlad and Jack having an affair?"

Niel grimaced. "I didn't say anything," he said, then coughed into his fist and quickly muttered, "but I might have accidentally convinced the entire student body of that."

Ellie laughed and punched his shoulder. "Like I said: favorite brother."

"Even though I'm boring and don't like astronomy?"

"Hey, everyone has flaws."

A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the wind rustling the comic book's pages in Niel's lap. He took a break from reading Spider-Man to look up at the night sky. He had to admit, the moon did look beautiful.

"Vlad," he heard Ellie mutter contemptuously after a while. Then she whispered a string of insults that were much harsher than the names of English pastries.

Niel winced and fidgeted. "You know," he said hesitantly, "maybe...maybe Vlad might be able to change his mind about you." He shriveled under Ellie's glare, but he continued, "He told me he could fix unstable clones now."

"Really? Did he actually say he would fix any clone, or just you?"

"...Just me," he admitted.

The girl sighed. "Niel, you beautiful, naive baby brother--" baby brother?--"even if Vlad could change his mind, I won't. I'm much happier travelling around the world than being stuck inside some depressing mansion."

Niel glanced at her. The moonlight made her hair shine gray. He rubbed his neck and asked, "Don't you ever get tired from travelling? Or...lonely?"

Ellie turned her eyes away. She lowered her head and didn't speak. This time, the silence wasn't so comfortable.

Just as the tension between them was starting to become unbearable, Niel's breath suddenly misted over. Next to him, Ellie's breath was the same. They met eyes briefly, any hard feelings between them forgotten, then tensed their bodies and leapt to their feet.

"So this is where you've been?" a voice said. Niel turned and saw a metallic ghost with a flaming mohawk phase through the billboard.

Niel's jaw tightened. "Skulker," he greeted.

Ellie inched back. Skulker's attention turned toward her, and his steel features contorted into a grin.

"This is a pleasant surprise. I was sent by Vlad to find his kid, and instead, I find two."

"You brought him here?" Ellie breathed behind Niel. He turned around and saw her blue eyes wide and filled with horror and--betrayal. His heart squeezed.

"No! Of course not!" He faced Skulker and demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Skulker scoffed. "Did you really think your dear old dad wouldn't notice you sneaking off at night? He wanted to know what you were doing behind his back, and of course, he couldn't find anyone else to babysit you besides me." He snickered and said, "He was worried you might be sleeping in with that animal rights girl."

"He thought I was with Sam?" Niel said, blushing in spite of the situation.

"Oh, but this is much better. A family reunion?" His optics zoomed in on Ellie, who had backed up so far she stood on the edge of the billboard.

Niel placed himself between the ghost and Ellie and said, "I'll go back to Dad, but leave Ellie alone."

"Ellie? So the thing has a name now?" Skulker cackled. "No thanks. If I bring Plasmius two duplicates instead of one, maybe he'll pay me better."

"Why would a ghost even need money?"

Skulker's faceplate twisted into a scowl. "He pays me with materials. Do you think metal is easy to come by in the Ghost Zone?"

There was a flash of light from Ellie's direction, and Niel didn't need to turn around to know she had gone ghost. He didn't have time to. A net shot out of a compartment in Skulker's armor before Niel could blink.

In the span of one tense heartbeat, Niel lurched out his arm and blasted ectoplasm from his hand, shoving the net aside. It landed harmlessly out of range from Ellie.

Niel hadn't had much training in using his ghost powers in human form, and so his flesh felt like acid as his skin smoked where the blast was released. He bit back his pain and met Ellie's now-green eyes. Neither of them spoke, but a psychic message seemed to pass between them: Run.

Ellie pushed herself into the air and flew away. Niel yelped as Skulker's cold metallic hands wrapped around his neck and lifted him up.

"Not so fast," Skulker growled. "I've gotten close to catching the whelp many times--I'm sure I can mange to catch two knockoffs."

He held Niel to the side, where he dangled out of reach from Skulker's machinery. The ghost took aim at Ellie and released a missile. Niel shouted when he heard a small explosion go off and Ellie's cry as she was hit.

Ellie fell. Niel was certain she would descend all the way down to a painful impact with the ground, but apparently, Skulker hadn't run out of nets yet. He released another green mesh that snatched Ellie mid-air and reeled her in toward him. She wasn't struggling. She must have been unconscious (or dead--but Niel didn't want to think about that).

Niel thrashed in Skulker's grip. He tugged on his core and transformed into a ghost. Immediately, the pain in his hand receded. Skulker only had time to turn his face toward him before Niel fired an ectoblast right at his face.

Skulker yowled and let go. Niel hovered in the air with balled fists.

"What is wrong with you, you rip-off halfa?" Skulker snapped. "I'm working for your father."

"Let Ellie go," Niel demanded.

Skulker growled. "Don't let me go back on your father's orders and hurt you."

"I'd like to see you try," Niel taunted.

In retrospect, that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say. Yes, Niel trained everyday, but Skulker had existed far longer than him and was also the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter. Vlad wouldn't have hired him if he wasn't confident in the hunter's skills. Niel lasted about a third of a minute before he found himself tangled inside a net like Ellie's.

"Finally," Skulker grumbled. "You're as troublesome as the original ghost child."

The jetpacks in Skulker's armor fired up, and the ghost flew across the sky with two half-ghost clones in tow.

Niel tugged at the netting furiously. Of course, phase-proof. He glared at Skulker and shouted, "I'll tell Dad that you hurt me!"

"Oh, really? So you'd admit that you were unwilling to return to him?" Skulker replied. Niel hesitated. Skulker grinned and said, "I thought not."

Hopeless, Niel looked at the other net dangling beside him, where Ellie's form lay still. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Ellie did not respond.

#oh you thought that last chapter was lighthearted? yeah that was just a breather before the real angst starts #Danny Phantom #dannymay #dannymay2020 #niel masters #dani phantom #fic #fanfiction #writing #mine

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frightgothcar · 5 years

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Typical Soulmates AU, first words said to you by your soulmate is tattooed on you. Wes X Danny, just a really stupid thing I wrote last night because I thought it would be funny. I was right though!! I like it, at least.

“I remember it like it was yesterday,” Danny Fenton’s Mother started her yearly monologue, “18 years ago today I gave birth to the most amazing young man in the world.”

“Mommm,” Danny groaned, even though he knew it was useless, nothing would stop his parent’s seemingly endless quest to embarrass him.

“Now hush, Danny, I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” Maddie Fenton shot back.

“Yeah, Danny!” His best friend, Tucker Foley added through a mouthful of chocolate cake, “Let her finish!”

“Thank you, Tucker.”

Danny rolled his eyes, but let his Mom finish her continue. After all, she could be as stubborn as a bull and twice as mean.

“I hadn’t been feeling good all day, so your father brought me Chinese, which was my go-to pregnancy food. I was having cramps, but the due date was about a month away to the day so I was sure it was nothing. Jack went down to the lab to work on the Fenton Portal and I tried to eat, except, nothing looked good. Actually, it was making me feel kinda sick. So I started to realize something was wrong and I shout for your Dad, but he’s in the lab. I stand up and waddle down there, I didn’t know it at the time but I was already in labor. He looks up and knows immediately I need help. He tried to go upstairs to call an ambulance, but I grabbed onto his arm and started pushing. A few minutes later we had a beautiful baby boy.”

“But the best part was,” Danny’s Father, Jack Fenton, stood up, sending his half-eaten chocolate cake icing-first onto the floor, “his little pink butt with ‘I know your fucking secret, Fenton’ written on it!”

He smiled proudly as Sam and Tucker choked on their cake.

“Seriously, dude?” Tucker asked once he’d started breathing normally again

Danny crossed his arms, his face was lit up in a tomato colored blush.

“Oh my GOD!” Tucker snorted Danny’s reaction confirmation enough. “And I thought I had it bad!”

Tucker unconsciously ran his fingers over the words ‘I can and will break your kneecaps’ scrawled in blocky handwriting on his wrist.

“Well it’s not my fault you decided to be such a weirdo,” Sam scolded, their tattoo read ‘Hello there, M’lady’ across their shoulder blades in beautiful calligraphy.

Usually, Danny would be annoyed at his best friends bickering, but today he was relieved to have the attention off him and his embarrassing soul mark.

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The next day at school was more or less normal, other than a little extra teasing from Sam and Tucker. He was actually in a pretty good mood, Skulker had agreed to a truce, Dash and half the other A-listers were sick with Mono, and the cafeteria was serving pizza. His carefree mood wasn’t even thrown off when he entered the cafeteria and saw a red-haired boy standing on a table. In fact, he didn’t even give him a second look, after snagging the last piece of cheese pizza and sitting down to wait for his friends. They both had Mr. Lancer for 3rd period, and he was notorious for keeping students late, so he began eating as soon as he sat down. He was about halfway done with his slice when a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“Hey, guys-” Danny’s words froze in his throat when his eyes met a strange boy’s. It didn’t take long for him to realize it was the same boy standing on the table earlier. His fairly pale ad freckled face was pulled into a scowl, his bright green eyes blazed with anger.

“I know your fucking secret, Fenton.”

“Who the hell are you?” They said at the same time. The boy’s anger drained from his face, replaced with a look of pure shock. Danny wore a similar expression, his mouth opened and his eyes frozen open.

“Well, this was unexpected.”

#danny phantom #soulmate au #wes x danny #Danny x wes #unidentified flying ship #i really hope noone i know irl sees this #hehe

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