#Tucker and Sam just want to live rent free

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP: Professional Protector of Love

Danny Fenton moves to Gotham to start a second branch of Fenton Works. At least on paper, in reality, he is there to try and fulfill his obsession now that Amity Park has become too peaceful once he was officially crowned king.

His parents had been overjoyed he wanted to help the family business grow. They had been super supportive the day Danny revealed he was a halfa to them.

His dad even sat him down to apologize for all the hateful things he said about Danny through the years. His mom had been a little less vocal emotionally but she had also given him a deeply severe apology.

When they learned that Danny had been the one to save the town over and over again from invading ghosts, Jack jumped for joy that his son was a ghost hunter and a darn good one at that. They joined Team Phantom, keeping the world safe, and helped Danny hide his hero activities.

It really felt like Danny was part of the family business. It was a blast, even though they remained the town quacks for the first time Danny didn't mind. His parents knew he was a Halfa and they loved him anyway. That's all he needed.

When Clockwork came knocking when he was sixteen to explain that ghosts had chosen to follow the rules of conquest thus Danny was next in line for the throne, to be crowned at twenty, the Fenton's celebrated like Danny had been selected to the best Ivy schools. It meant a lot since realistically Danny didn't think he was getting anywhere with his grades.

His grades were terrible but Jazz helped him get his high school diploma by the skin of his teeth, and he was content with it. Once he graduated high school Danny felt adrift.

Amity Park hadn't been attacked in years due to him being announced as heir of the throne and no ghost would disrespect him by attacking his haunt. It was poor manners to attack the King. Ghost cared a lot about etiquette. Many of them existed because of etiquette.

The thing is Danny's ghost's existence depends on his obsession with Protection so when the ghost stops giving him something to protect Danny falls into his sub-obsession: love.

Sub-obsessions were like a secondary focus for ghosts. It was something that could grab their attention and even help them keep form but not as strongly as their main. It had its cons and pros like most things in life.

For one it wasn't as straightforward as the main obsessions. Protecting someone weaker in any situation was easier to physically do than trying to explain love and get it to appear in life. There are multiple versions of love, which makes things a little better, but Danny still has to depend on others for that to fuel him.

Danny likes to think of main and secondary obsessions in terms of running and jogging. Both got you to where you needed to go. One was just faster, and much more draining to do in the long run. The other took patience and tenacity but was rewarding over time.

The other notable characteristic of sub-obsessions was that they only appeared to ghosts who had an elemental core. Most had their common core- a core portraying to how a ghost came to be, either by death or being born in the Zone.

Danny was a rare few that had an ice core form around his common core. Most elemental ghosts were considered nobility in the zone and their rare appearance granted them special privileges.

One such privilege was attending high-class galas in the zone where he dined with the most important of beings. This was before he even knew he was going to be Ghost King.

It was at one of these Galas that he met Cupid- yes that Cupid- the ghost of love happily explained his Sub-Obession after his own core recognized a kinder spirit. Cupid said that if Danny could not be part of the love he could help others find the different ways love worked and that would help hold him over.

It was a challenge but Danny figured he could use the Greek words of love to help him satisfy his obsession.

He found that if he let his core guide him, the answer to any form of love issue would appear to him. Like his ghost breath activating, it was his sight of people who glow in different colors, telling him what type of love they were currently feeling.

Eros: romantic, passionate love colored red.

Philia: intimate, authentic friendship colored yellow

Storge: unconditional, familial love colored green

Philautia: compassionate self-love colored blue

 Agápe: empathetic, universal love colored white.

Danny wanted to keep his secret identity as Phantom under wraps openly told being he could see "auras" that explain what to do.

Some called him crazy like his parents, but that changed the day after Danny spotted the soft red mixed with a chipper yellow glow around Dash and Kwan. He had pulled both individually to the side to talk about it- Kwan had been less hostile than Dash on his meddling- and only after successfully making them confess and start dating did people notice.

He became known around Casper High as the go-to person whenever they needed advice in any relationship. He even helped Sam finally connect with her parents.

Danny had a gift for it- and whenever he made them feel more love of any kind the more powerful did he feel. It was the same rush as rescuing someone but darn if it didn't have a kick to it. And everyone in Amity Park starts tripping over themselves to talk to him and hear his opinion on the issue.

Sam jokingly told him to start charging people. Tucker took the joke as gospel and created him an email and an online store. He had linked Danny's store to Fenton Works- since the business license was so open-ended- and Danny Fenton, Professional Protector of Love worked under Fenton Works before they finished their junior year.

Danny adored working as a protector of love, but his main obsession needed fulfillment so Jazz suggested a move. Take his love work to the most dangerous city in the county. Protect people by night as Phantom and by day give the downdraught citizens some help in bettering their relationships.

His parents helped him pick out a store with an apartment on the top floor, Tucker as both tech support and a clerk for his small store section of Love Charms, while Sam joined up as a receptionist.

His two best friends were going to be his roommates while they studied at Gothum U for their degrees. He would pay them but until he had a solid client base it wouldn't be a lot.

Both seemed fine with the arrangement since Danny was letting them live rent-free with their own rooms.

Jazz and his parents remained in Amity Park but they swore to visit whenever they could.

It took seven months of work but the store was ready- he styled it to look like ancient Greek Cupid-inspired decore. He also had to get all the legal work out of the way and get familiar with the city before he tried to depute as Phantom.

He figured that for now he could stick to protecting humans from ghosts, vengeful spirits, and the busload of curses that cluttered Gotham. Danny would leave human crime to the Bats while he settled. He would step in if he happened upon a situation but he wouldn't go out of his way to find it.

"Danny, do you need anything for the aura reading?" Sam asks typing away at her desk computer. She took her job seriously. Tucker was typing away on his personal laptop, likely working on some homework. "The first customer is already in the consultation room."

Danny adjusted his pure white suit with small colored lines. He had it specially made to have all the colors he saw in love as his uniform. He wanted to give off the Prince vibe of his ghost status.

"I'm good!" He calls back to her, walking down the soundproof room- to give his clients the privacy they deserve- and giving his best professional smile at the boy sitting on the plush couches inside. He designed the room to look like a Greek palace and he hopes the others appreciate.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne. I hear you need professional help with protecting the various types loves in your life?"

"Tsk." Damian Wayne, in all his twelve-year-old glory, raises his chin. "I am capable of protecting them just fine. I merely... need further information on how to show my fondness is all."

Damian glowed green- which meant he needed help connecting to his family or at the very least learning how to talk to them. Danny's smile widens. "You came to the right place for that. Let's start the ready yeah?"

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Professional Protector of Love #happy valentine's day #Danny is a love guru #In a way #Took some liberties with Ghost cores #Damian found out about someone who can explain love and went Sign me up #None of the bats know Danny is here #Danny out here to fix relationships and and kick ass #Tucker and Sam just want to live rent free

[zillychu]

I’ve gotten a WAVE of asks about this AU, so I decided to flesh it out some more and answer some of those questions!

I’ll probably polish this extended summary up at some point and submit it to AO3. But for now, here’s a rundown of my thoughts–please feel free to send more questions! I’ll update this post if I get any more. But if you’re someone who wanted to write fic for it, don’t worry, you don’t need to take my headcanons as gospel. It’s a pretty basic AU honestly lol

Summary:

The portal accident results in a violent explosion that wipes out the whole block, and condemns all of Amity Park. Danny haunts the city for 100 years, before Sam and Tucker find him. 

Setup:

In the 1920’s, 19-year-old Danny went into the incomplete portal on his own, hoping to help out his parents. Ripping the portal open through unnatural means created a huge burst of energy that resulted in a massive explosion. A good portion of the Amity Park population died, many were injured, and the ones on the fringes relocated–Amity was quickly deemed too dangerous due to the excess ectoplasm in the area that attracted ghosts. 

While the disaster was in Amity, the fallout was seen around the globe. Before, natural portals were rare, short-lived, and rarely allowed ghosts to fully slip into our realm (the most severe cases being on par with poltergeists that most people didn’t believe in). Now, natural portals pop open frequently around the world, large enough to allow the entirety of a ghost into the physical plane. They’re more common the closer you get to Amity, but they happen enough elsewhere that this change was something of a small apocalypse before people settled back down and found out how to combat at least some of their new, permanent neighbors. 

Danny is unaware that he’s only half-dead, believing he’s a full ghost. He ends up sticking around Amity, unintentionally making it his haunt. His grief and guilt over causing the death of his loved ones (and many others) makes him isolate and avoid human contact. Though he has, at times, scared nosy people away from the city in a mix of territorial instinct–and to get them to leave before a less friendly ghost finds them. 

Ghosts are much more of an uncontested danger in this AU. Lesser ghosts are practically mindless, and while stronger ghosts are capable of reason, their interests are limited. They’re highly territorial, possessive, and often destructive. Most worrisome is that they also like to snack on the life force of anything alive. No one is sure what dictates a ghost’s propensity to attack or hunt the living for their life force since ghosts don’t exactly experience hunger. At least, not the way we do. If a human is rescued before their life force is fully drained, they can make a full recovery–though humanity has still not yet found what this “life force" is. 

And since the Fentons’ research died along with them, there aren’t many tools available to the public to protect them from ghosts. Most homes have standard ghost shields and some weapons are available on the market, but certified ghost hunters are required to take care of anything more powerful than your average spook. 

Sam and Tucker met in high school, and are now rooming together for college very close to the Amity border. Rent is surprisingly cheap when you’re a stone’s throw away from a condemned area crawling with ghosts. Sam is the one who drags Tucker along with her fascination over finding out more about the city, and its largely mysterious demise. Sam is aware of the danger, but feels ghosts have a place in this world just like everything else, and does exercise caution–like one would while foraging in the woods with a known tiger population. 

What she and Tucker weren’t expecting was to run into a ghost that felt almost human. One that hasn't hurt them, not for lack of trying–while being powerful enough to walk past ghost shields without so much as a flinch. The long white hair is familiar in the whispers of the ectobiologist community, but there’s no way it could be the rumored ghost king Phantom, right?

About Danny:

He has very long hair, claws, and black sclera. His hazmat suit is more torn and ragged, with exposed hands and feet that fade into a burnt black.

His hair tends to float a lot on its own. It can start morphing into fire under duress. 

He does still technically have gloves and boots, they've just charred and melted into his skin towards the ends. He can't take them off in his ghost form. His hands and feet have a leathery texture that's tougher than the rest of his skin.

The white of his hazmat suit is both supposed to look like flames, and also a battered look representing his more violent, explosive death.

Overall, he appears rather listless and sad, with an unnerving air of danger around him–even for a ghost. 

Danny’s “ghost sense” comes out as white smoke.

He does breathe black smoke at times, usually when agitated. 

He's already fought and defeated Pariah Dark by the time Sam and Tucker find him, technically making him the Ghost King. This is heavily speculated by ghost experts, despite there being no real proof beyond a massive battle that scarred Illinois. He has not donned the Ring or the Crown, and captured sentient ghosts are hesitant to answer questions surrounding him. Danny basically has the throne but doesn’t do anything with it, and finds it meaningless enough to routinely forget he has the title. He only fought Pariah because he knew otherwise, humanity would have perished. A lot of ghosts are scared of him because he's so hard to figure out, and he's strong. 

Danny is usually very quiet and speaks softly, because his lungs were damaged in the blaze that half-killed him. He's technically healed since becoming a ghost, so it's more of a compulsion due to the traumatic memory. That, and he’s just… very forlorn and distant, shy around humans who don’t seem to understand how dangerous it is to keep hanging around him.

His memories pre-accident are extremely fuzzy. He knows the very basics of who he was, but specifics have been muffled due to trauma and isolation. He routinely forgets human habits, etiquette, etc. and tends to act more like a full ghost with some odd quirks. 

He does try to scare Sam and Tucker off numerous times. Unfortunately for him, they realized they shouldn't have been able to escape a ghost that strong–but they did, because he let them. 

Sam and Tucker think he's mute at first! He doesn't speak a word to them until several encounters later, when he fumbles his whole scary act and saves them from another ghost. 

He’s still half-ghost, though he doesn’t figure this out until Sam and Tucker come along trying to unravel the mysteries behind the Amity catastrophe. Physically and emotionally, he’s been stuck for 100 years–so his human form is still 19. It’s unclear at this point if he can age normally like a human as long as he stays in human form, or if he’s immortal. 

Danny's family did not turn into ghosts, though he sometimes worries he'll find them in the afterlife as shells of their former selves. He doesn't know if it's better or worse that he's not sure he'd recognize them. 

(Danny also still has some living family. Take a guess.)

Yes, he knows how to Wail. Understandably, he very rarely uses it. You do not want to witness this.

Danny :) is not immune :) from the allure of eating a human's life force :)))

#danny phantom #au #zilly art #I just wanted to draw a boy with long hair and claws how did this happen #fire core au

[ectokelpeigh]

No One Knows AU is so great for so many reasons but I have this one scenario bouncing around in my head and given today's DannyMay theme it seems like a good time to slosh it into the hellsite blender:

Phantom and Danny Fenton hate each other.

We're going with my favorite flavor: Sam and Tucker don't really know Danny Fenton and befriend Phantom separately/first. (Maybe the Fentons are new in town or something. Not important) Also @artistfingers's Undercover Phantom AU lives rent free in my head so if any of this looks familiar... yea

-Once Danny befriends Sam and Tucker as Phantom, he avoids them as much as he can when he's human. Less opportunity for them to make the connection, especially since knows he has the finesse of a baby giraffe in roller skates. Because Sam and Tucker are Good Guys I'd love to assert that "of course they'd see Danny sitting alone at lunch and invite him over!" or something. And I think they might! But it's not a given IMO.

-Anyway as Sam and Tucker bond with Phantom, it becomes more evident that there's some kind of connection between Phantom and Danny. Maybe something makes them suspicious of Danny. For example the Fentons come up in conversation and

Phantom: I'd steer clear of that family if I were you

Sam & Tucker: ok yeah if we were you we'd avoid the parents too, but the kids seem harmless? their son is actually in our grade and we can't tell if he's lonely or just tired

Phantom (because I love Danny but can be stoopid): No! Especially avoid their son!

Danny was trying to cover his own ass and they interpret it as Phantom being afraid of Danny and assume there's unsavory history.

-Sam and Tucker happen to ask their good buddy Phantom why he and the rest of the ghosts suddenly showed up in Amity Park one day when Danny happens to be in a terrible mood. Just had one of those days. His life is falling to shit because he's living two lives and even his two new friends can't support all of him, you know?

In canon he has a strong sense of duty to protect AP but IIRC they never make the connection to him triggering the ghost influx and any consequential guilt/blame. I think not having Sam and Tucker as a support system from the start would push this over the edge.

-So he's feeling down on himself. Inadequate. But he can't say exactly why he's requesting an 'F' in the chat for respeccs because it's all very human drama and he's not a great liar, so he just rants about his human self in the third person.

It's cathartic. Too cathartic. He gets a liiiiiiiiiittle carried away. He gets to admit to (perceived) responsibility without the pitying looks and cold comfort. Most people's automatic response to "I messed up" is "no you didn't!!", and sometimes that's not what you want/need to hear, you know?

-...remember how I said he gets "a little carried away"? By that I mean he reveals (as Phantom) that Danny Fenton turned on the ghost portal and let all the ghosts loose in Amity Park, and now he (Phantom) has been cleaning up his mess all by himself while Danny has done nothing.

-Of course the subtext here is that Danny feels like he's only useful as Phantom. He never felt particularly remarkable before the accident. Since then he's been struggling with grades more than ever, his family is worried because he's been distant, etc. And of course he finally makes friends but they don't like the real him.

We all know Phantom is also the real him, but to Danny the "him" that goes to school, lives with his family, has actual connections to society did not make these friends. And as you recall in this scenario Danny was actively avoiding Sam and Tucker once they became friends with Phantom. But. Y'know. Brains aren't always logical

-Back to the scene: Phantom barely lets Sam and Tucker get a word in through his rant, and then a ghost attacks and he has to fly off. That was... confusing, to say the least, and that's the last they see/hear of Phantom that day.

-So the next day at school Sam and Tucker sit at Danny's usual lunch table and Sam pokes him awake from his daily nap. They try to broach the subject with a smidgen of tact but of course Danny has a lot more context than they know.

-Danny's not sure how to deal with the situation he created for himself besides digging in his heels + it felt so good ranting the day before that he hardly hesitates before he (as Fenton) launches into a rant about Phantom.

-Even though he's technically dissing their buddy, Sam and Tucker actually walk away with some sympathy for the kid. They come to three conclusions: 1. Turning on the portal was an accident and 2. Danny's beef with Phantom is personal. He doesn't have his parents' animosity towards all ghosts and 3. He's... weirdly easy to talk to? It's like they already know him wow crazy ha ha ha hA hAH AHAH aha. (haha)

-Unfortunately this outburst happened in the cafeteria of a high school and people overheard this extremely juicy development wherein the local loner child of two mad scientists has a personal feud with the controversial town hero/menace. Word does not take long to spread because students and faculty agree that even in a town overrun with ghosts this is the most insane thing they've heard. And everyone has a theory. People spot Phantom patrolling the night sky and shout to him, asking if he'd like to comment on the latest rumor from/about Danny Fenton. Danny routinely forgets he can ignore them, fly away, turn invisible, anything other than dig himself deeper. But hey, it helps him keep his cover at least?

-Fun fact: Jazz knows they're the same person but Danny doesn't know she knows and she's freaking the fuck out over all this apparent self hatred but even she doesn't know where to start to break it down

-All the while Sam and Tucker have been making more of an effort to hang out with Fenton. Danny is... confused by this, to say the least. Figures they're taking pity on the kid since they triggered the blowup that made him look like even more of a freak, and/or they're mining him for more Phantom secrets. A small part of him is also petrified he'll slip and they'll find out he's been lying to them. But he likes them and self restraint has never been his strong suit. Even if they can't really like Danny (Fenton) that much they're nice to him and he has fun with them, and even if he has to keep track of which memories/info he should have access to as his human or ghost self it's nice to always have friends.

-If you want some extra layers of irony: Sam and Tucker keep it a secret from Phantom that they've been hanging out with Fenton, and they hide their friendship with Phantom from Fenton. But Danny can't call them out on it without revealing that he's been lying to them about being Fenton and Phantom. It's the Mexican standoff from the Ghost Zone hell.

-I'll let you all decide just how far the miscommunications go. Maybe Tucker lets it slip to Phantom that he and Sam are friends with Fenton now and instead of taking this prime opportunity to come clean himself, Danny panics and reacts hurt or outraged (and really sells it, even if the real fuel behind his distress is guilt). Orrrrrrr Danny loses track of the half-truths and references something Sam told Phantom as Fenton. Etc.

-Don't worry guys I'm all about the wholesome endings: One day Phantom is going off about Danny Fenton, and Sam and Tucker do their best to validate Phantom's frustrations, but Danny is totally blown away when they finally stick up for Fenton. To his face. They say that's it, they've heard enough, those two obviously have a complicated history but some of the things Phantom says about Danny are just unfair. As the only two people to know Danny and Phantom both personally, Sam and Tucker have concluded that they have the authority to declare neither are menaces, or useless, or have "stupid hair", thanks. ("Both your senses of style, on the other hand..." "Hey!") Opening the portal was an accident. Fenton doesn't need to be useful, he's a kid. A kid in a tough situation doing his best just like themselves, like Phantom, like anyone else. Sam and Tucker don't have powers, are they useless? No. And Danny and Phantom might even get along if they can just cool down (LOL) and talk it out. But he has to stop. Danny Fenton is their friend.

-Phantom's standing there with his jaw on the floor. They said everything he needed to hear, having no way of knowing it's what he wanted to hear. Quite the opposite, actually. His feet touch down on the floor, his voice has lost most of its haunting echo when he says, "I'm your friend?"

This confuses Tucker and Sam: yeah?? but that's not the point?? We're saying DANNY is also— OH FUCK

(Phantom just turned into Fenton)

#you could definitely make this work in canon with Danny ranting to literally anyone besides Sam Tucker and eventually Jazz #but no one knows is FUN #and we see Sam and Tucker going up to bat for Danny against.... Danny #danny phantom #danny phantom headcanons #danny phantom au #dp au #dp #no one knows #no one knows au #this is just slightly less wholesome #I have a lot more hc's for this au (this is a threat) #klo #this has a happy ending under the cut #promise!!

[channajen]

Chapter 3: “Batman, Meet Amity Park” is up!

Chapter 3 of “Batman, Meet Amity Park” is live. Read it HERE.

This is story 5 in the series “Ghosts in Gotham” Series link HERE

Story 1 HERE   Link to first chapter in this story is HERE.

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Chapter Summary:  Danny and Jazz are safe in the hands of the Justice League. What about Sam and Tucker? This is what happened that fateful day, from their perspective.

Teaser: They hadn’t really expected that safe place to be Gotham City, despite the fact that Jazz was determined to go there. While they had more than enough cash to see them through a couple of months if they were careful, having a safe, rent-free place to wait things out was very appealing. The only issue was deciding if they could trust their benefactor. The pair had only met with Jason for a short while, and they thought he was pretty cool. Unfortunately being cool didn’t mean he was looking out for their best interests. Something had happened between the man and Jazz that made her believe in him, though. Still, taking his help meant trusting him with their lives–with Danny’s life. That was a big step. They carried the communicator that Danny had given them that morning, anyway, but they hadn’t used it yet. Tucker hadn’t had time to take it apart and look for hidden tracking devices. The single reason they kept it was because it was the only way to contact Jazz. She trusted Jason, and that was enough for Danny. Now it had to be enough for them as well.

Tucker’s thoughts were a scattered whirlwind, and he jumped when the communicator began beeping. Sam was driving, so Tucker cautiously took the call. He pressed the device to his ear and clicked the button. “Hello?”

“Hey kid, this is Jason, Jazz’s friend. Remember me from yesterday? I’m the one who gave these com units to Danny in case he ran into trouble he couldn’t get out of. I didn’t expect him to need it so soon, though.”

Tucker could hear the dude sigh through the coms. “Yeah man, I know what you mean.” He replied. “Things are crazy right now.” He realized that he hadn’t introduced himself. “Um, by the way, this is Tucker, Danny’s friend. I’m with Sam. We’re headed out your way—at least that’s the plan.”

“I know; I talked to Jazz. She was worried because she hadn’t heard from you guys.” Tucker grimaced. His lack of trust had made the hard situation worse for Jazz. They should have used the coms as soon as they were out of Amity Park.

He was broken out of his thoughts when Jason continued. “My dad is sending people to pick her and Danny up and get them taken care of. He has an extra apartment in Gotham that he wants me to take you guys to stay at. No one would ever suspect you being there. You’d be safe.”

Tucker really wished that the communicator had a speaker attachment. “Hold on, let me talk to Sam.” He turned to his friend. “It’s Jazz’s friend, Jason, on the communicator. He says his dad has an apartment in Gotham where we can stay if we want. What do you think?”

Sam looked ragged. Her hands were stained green with Danny’s ectoplasm and her clothes were flecked with ruddy brown spots from when she kicked Jack Fenton in the face. She knew that as soon as those monsters were found that the police would be on their trail. If they were found. They should have just chucked the pair into the Ghost Zone. She realized that they were going to have to alert the authorities at some point so that their crimes didn’t extend to murder.

She turned to Tucker. “Tell him that we’re probably going to be in trouble with the law for what we did rescuing Danny. Make sure he understands what he’s getting into. He may not want to get involved.”

Tucker relayed the information to Jason, who, surprisingly, laughed. “I wouldn’t worry about that. They’re the ones who are going to have to face Justice, not you guys. Besides, my dad has connections. We’re not worried about what you had to do.”

***Read the rest on A03***

#danny phantom #batman #jason todd #dp x dc #jazz fenton #anger management #justice league #dcu #ghost king danny #identity reveal

[fuckthisappinparticular]

There's next to no Danny Phantom and Teh Magnus Archives crossover! I think that's sad, so I'm thinking of writing one, but I have no single clue. About anything.

Like, yeah, the ghost zone or infinite realms or whatever is a great "somewhere else" for Martin and John, we have them both in one place and with all their trauma and arcs in place (if I write, I want it to be about healing, not inflicting more damage! Not that that's likely to happen...), so it might be better, because their characters are pretty figured out.

So the placement is pretty clear. Both of them, lost, afraid, angry and deeply in love, lost in a scary green place reminiscent of just another fear realm. Maybe Jon's connection to the eye is lost? Maybe he not only has that connection but all the dread powers living nearly rent free in his head all the time? Nearly because maybe he gets cool powers. What about the world they left behind? Do they want to get back? Their former friends and the former avatars, are they involved or did they leave all that behind?

Then we have the trio. Is Danny the ghost king and feels responsible for these two traumatised disasters? Maybe Jon and his powers scare him? Being known and not accepted by his parents, the ghost or the town, heck even himself is one of his biggest fears, right? Maybe the three are just figuring themselves and their relationship out and try to (not successfully) distract themselves?

Is Jazz involved, trying to help these two, but failing and feeling her own limits harshly? Or are they maybe not even letting anyone close, for pretty obvious reasons?

On one hand, I think Jon would actually be the one to be positive towards Danny in some shape or form, because, I imagine, he projects not only on all the scared and desperate children in the apocalypse (whose fears he could feel all the time and he didn't even have the mental capacity to feel empathy towards them? WHAT THE FUCK?), but also on himself as a child. A traumatic experience shaping an otherwise neglected and hated child's life? That child seems obviously already in need of help? (Be it queer and/or neurodivergent, Danny needs more accomodations in his life, at least in my head).

On the other hand, Martin has already been shown to react with anger or manipulation as defense mechanism against unknown or feared variables, even if they're children. I think he would have outgrown the murder we saw with Callum Brodie, but he stated himself that he would be willing to do nearly everything to keep Jon safe and with him, especially in an environment he perceives as dangerous. Martin would be a Problem. Sam and Tucker would also react negatively, Sam because she sometimes has an issue with generalisations and having troubles changing her mind, once she has an opinion, Tucker because he deals heavily in knowing the enemy and keeping his patterns and would be scared if both aren't available. It's a fact both Jon and Martin would be difficult to read after all their time, especially since communication wasn't the focus during the apocalypse, and the fact that both are from a different dimension with a completely different timeline and no other records would freak him out. It's not ghost, but is it human?

I just realized, I fleshed this out way more than I thought I did. Huh. Who would have thought?

Might add more later, or maybe even start writing it? Who knows. Not me.

#danny phantom #dp #tma #the magnus archives #crossover #tma x dp #dp x tma #Maybe they could show each other beauty #both foreign and known #i don't even know if danny is spending all that much time in the fenton household in this #or if we're going this quit neglected route #where he mostly spends time around other people #and distrusts adults #because he learned that he can't depend on them #sometimes he crashes with his friends #or most times he does #sometimes at clockworks #or another ghostly allies place #and he is aware the situation isn't great #but doesn't see a way out #but doesn't blame his parents #because he understands #also ectoplasm exposure made them obsessive #and he doesn't really see the need for change #this his situation isn't ideal #but he knows it #and is able to work with it #what more do you need in life? #he has food a room and clothing #WHY IS THERE A TAG LIMIT?!??

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#5

A thought I cannot get out of my head.

Since the Fenton parents use guns a lot and the kiddos use them plus the Thermoses, they have pretty damn high marksmanship. Danny even more so with the use of his ectoblasts. So anyways, I really just want all the moments where Team Phantom is cornered as a civilian and they whip out guns. Fully under self defense but they just amaze people around them. They can hit all of the non vital spots, are able to make the shots to knock the weapons out of the assailants’ hands, those kinds of things.

Like I just want them to show off their marksmanship. All four of them, Sam, Danny, Jazz, and Tucker, all have concealed carry permits. I just want them to whip out guns and the batfam are not entirely sure what to think about them.

Idk. This sounded way cooler in my head. -_-;;;;

1,804 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#4

Dick seeing Tim on his phone waiting outside of a store and tries talking to him. Gets ignored but continues talking anyway.

Tim walking up to Dick: Hey I didn’t realize you were coming here too.

Dick stops talking and stares at the other teen. Then looks back to the one he had been talking too.

Dick, in all his vintage meme knowledge: Wait a minute, who are you?

Gothic girl walks out of the store and the teen in question walks away, hand in hand, with her.

Tim: Did you just mistake a random stranger as me? Again Dick?

Dick: I’ve been bamboozled again. You know what? It’s been a long day and I probably haven’t slept in as long as you.

Tim, grinning: I doubt that but ok.

In the distance;

Sam: Did you just get mistaken for a Wayne by one of the Wayne kids? Again? It’s been only a week since we came to Gotham.

Danny: You know what? I stopped questioning it after two failed kidnappings, five reporters trying to talk to me, and at least another dozen people trying to get my autograph. At least there aren’t any ghost attacks here.

Sam: Amen to that.

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A continuation of this post. Thanx for the support everyone!! X3

2,037 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

Me in the shower: imagine if Danny just went and offered Jason a ecto friendly snack and was like;

Danny: You’re not you when you’re hungry.

With Jason just being wtf? Where did this child spawn from???

Danny: Please just eat the snack. You’re making me hungry just from looking at you.

Jason: *accepts the snack but is very concerned and confused.*

Based on that one head cannon/post about how pit rage is caused by hunger.

2,256 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#2

Adding to this post.

Danny now has several different recipes that he regularly cooks for Jason. He also stops by at least once a week to drop off food and snacks. And at this point the eldritch teen king has kinda just adopted the vigilante. There are times where Jason ends up forgetting to eat so he sends a text to Danny basically ordering food/snacks.

Batfam chilling on a roof. Jason on his phone texting Danny.

Jason: I forgot to eat again, could you bring me some of those pastry puffs?

Danny: Yeah sure, be there soon.

One of the batfam: Who you texting?

Jason, not looking up from his phone: Ordering Grubhub. Should be here soon.

-portal suddenly rips open next to Jason. Danny pokes his head through and hands Jay a paper bag-

Danny: Here’s the puffs, I also packed some normal foods cause I know you didn’t bring anything with you.

Jason, pulling out a puff and eating it whole, eyes glow a bit from the ectoplasm intake: Thanx.

-Danny goes back into the portal and it closes. Batfam is extremely confused at the exchange and is completely baffled at what just happened. Jason just shrugs and continues to eat his ecto-infused pastry puffs-

2,432 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bat kids all going to the mall and agree to meet back up later.

Dick gets to their meeting spot and sees Tim on his phone: *chatters on about random things he saw in the stores*

Other bat kids joining. Casual civilian conversations start up. They’re just waiting on Steph.

Steph walks up with a black haired blue eyed teen: Hey guys sorry we’re late. Timmers here just had to go into the pawn shop to look at the antique cameras.

Everyone staring at Tim and then looking back to the other kid, who’s still on his phone. Then looking back at Tim. Before anyone can say anything;

Sam yelling from the other side of the food court: Danny!

Danny looks up and pulls his headphones out: Yeah?! *notices the group surrounding him* Uhh, hi?

Much confusion but Danny still just gets up and walks away.

Tucker: Dude! Why were you hanging out with the Wayne’s?

Danny, continuing to walk away: How the hell am I supposed to know?

Batfam: *confused noises*

3,206 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

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[ladylynse]

DP AU that is living in my head rent free:

Maddie and Jack didn't abandon Vlad after his accident and stayed his friends, even though they know that he's not completely human anymore.

(honestly, I just want them to be happy)

Honestly, I think this is what would have happened if Vlad had told them. The focus wouldn’t need to have been on how do we fix this? but what is this and what does it mean? There would have been more exploratory study than what Sam and Tucker do with Danny--not just testing the limits of powers and trying to strengthen and control them but also figuring out why, as best they can. Jack and Maddie wouldn’t willingly abandon their friend--I like to think that Vlad was the one who cut off all ties in canon--and even if it was rough at first, with Vlad blaming Jack but not saying that, just acting on it, I think they’d get through it and actually be good friends in the end of it.

#danny phantom #ladylynse #asks #musings #Anonymous

[q-gorgeous]

One Halfa Two Halfa

fanfiction

ao3

Word Count: 1132

What if Danny were the first halfa and vlad the second? Phic Phight prompt by @frootysparkycakes

phic phight lets gooooooo

Danny stood in the lab, glaring at the dark portal that sat in the wall before him. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that his parents had continued working on this project, even after all this time. Not only that! But it was still in the house where anyone could just walk right up to it. 

Jazz would always talk about how their parents and Vlad were always negligent. How they didn’t take care of them like regular parents were supposed to. Danny never thought much about it until the sight of the ghost portal brought back deeply hidden and almost forgotten memories. 

He had only been about four when they tried it the first time. They built the proto-portal in the kitchen of that apartment the five of them had all lived in back then. They must’ve thought that setting up the tv and closing the door to their bedroom would be enough to keep Jazz and Danny’s attention while they did their thing. And it did for a little bit, but eventually he got hungry and wanted a snack. 

He stepped into the kitchen, about to ask for a juicebox, right as a beam of green light started bouncing around the room. His dad tackled his mom and Vlad to the floor, narrowly missing the beam, and it slammed into Danny, pushing him to the ground. The last thing he remembered was his mom shouting his name and the movement as he was picked up and rushed outside, leaving Jazz behind in her room. 

He was lucky the accident hadn’t happened when he was any older because his parents kept him inside and away from prying eyes for a year until they were sure his new ghost powers were no longer acting up and he knew not to use them in public. 

The first time he walked out the front door again was his first day of kindergarten. He was nervous about going and his crying nearly made his mom take him back home again, but once he got there he was bowled over onto the ground by Sam and Tucker. They had been his best friends before the accident and they spouted question after question at him. He hadn’t even realized that they would still want to be friends with him after so long, but it was the first time he had felt free, like himself, in over a year. He had grabbed onto them both and pulled them into a hug. 

And now, they built another portal. Danny still glared at it. Were his parents that dense? Did they not care about hurting someone else in the name of their science? 

He remembered that terrifying feeling he had as he watched them plug it in. He dreaded a repeat of what had happened to him. What would happen if he got hit again? Would he actually die that time? He hadn’t wanted to find out, but his parents had forced him and Jazz to stand and watch in the basement as they turned it on. 

Luckily, the portal only let out a spark before going dark again. Danny let out a breath he was holding and Jazz rolled her eyes and headed back upstairs. Danny wished he could say the disappointment on his parents' faces made him feel guilty, but that wasn’t true. It had been a huge relief. 

He stood in silence, looking at it, for a few more minutes before he could hear the sound of soft footsteps coming down the stairs behind him. 

“Ah, little badger. Are you doing alright? Disappointed it didn’t work?”

Vlad. Danny scoffed. “As if. If I had any say in it, this thing wouldn’t even be here.”

“I agree, these aren’t really the best conditions for a portal. Amity Park has always had some ghostly activity, but this particular area isn’t-”

“Are you kidding me?” Danny stared at Vlad, interrupting the other man. “That’s what you’re concerned about? The location?” Danny waved his arms angrily. “How about, I don’t know, the fact that it’s in your house? Where your children are?”

Vlad sighed. “Daniel, this was the best solution. We would have otherwise had to rent or buy another place and we already had enough space here. Plus they wanted you and Jasmine to be able to see their work regularly.”

“I don’t care to see their work regularly! Or at all! Their work is what nearly got me killed, if you didn’t remember. It kept me in isolation for an entire year of my life. I didn’t go outside for a year, Vlad!”

“Daniel-”

“No.” Danny said, stepping forward, shoving a finger into Vlad’s face. “You do not get to keep justifying this to me.”

“You are being childish.”

“No I am not!” Danny shouted. “All my life I have been terrified of what you and my parents do! Because I was in a serious accident involving it! And it was your guys’ fault!”

“Well, maybe if you had stayed in your room like you were told-”

“MAYBE!” Danny pushed against Vlad. “You guys shouldn’t have been working on some volatile experiment where the snacks are. Where a hungry toddler can wander into.”

Danny pushed Vlad again. “You guys are negligent.” A push. “Irresponsible.” Push. “Terrible.” Push. “Stupid.”

Vlad shot him a particularly wounded expression at the last one but Danny kept pushing forward. 

“I hate you guys for what you’ve done to me. For what you allowed to happen to me. I hate you!”

Danny gave one last, hard push against Vlad which sent him falling back. The anger disappeared from Danny’s face and was replaced with a wide eyed look filled with horror. Before he could do anything, Vlad fell into the portal, trying to brace himself against the wall before he landed on his back on the ground. The click of a button pushing rocketed around in his ears and before he knew it, the whirring of the portal came to life and a flash of bright, radioactive green blinded Danny.

Danny shielded his eyes at the flash, but Vlad’s screams echoed around the lab. When they stopped, Danny brought his arm down and looked at the portal, which swirled menacingly. Looking down at Vlad, Danny hurried to him and grabbed him by the ankles, pulling him out of the swirling portal.

Upon seeing Vlad, Danny covered his mouth in terror. Vlad’s aging hair and clothes had inverted themselves. His clothes were fried and he looked like he was covered in burns. Danny sat there for a few moments trying to figure out what to do when a familiar ring appeared around Vlad’s waist. 

A sickening feeling sunk into his stomach and he stared at Vlad as his hands went numb. 

What has he done?

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 21 #phic phight 2021 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #phic #danny fenton #vlad masters

[dp-marvel94]

Face to Face- Chapter 2

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul?

Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did.

First -> Next

Word Count:  2641

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Note:Thank you so much for all the likes, reblogs, and comments. I am so happy people are interested in this story and I am always happy to here your opinions and prediction so feel free to leave a comment! Happy reading!

The self-dubbed Phantom soon found himself flying away from Amity Park. He...he just needed to get away from everything. Buildings and roads blurred around him until buildings became sparse as more trees popped up. At this speed, the increasing distance was exhilarating...until it wasn’t. The ghost paused, floating over a road. A sign in front of him read- Amity Park 20 miles. The name of his home sent an ache through his chest. But...it wasn’t his home. 

Phantom kept flying, the wind stinging his tear-stained face. The ache in his chest flared again, increasing with every mile. Finally a sob burst from the ghost’s lips as he hovered to a stop. His head turned side to side and let out a laugh, realizing where he was. Lake Eerie, about an hour and a half from Amity Park. He and Dad went fishing here last summer. Both of them had fallen out of the boat and got covered in mud. They hadn’t caught many fish but it had been a fun day. 

Then Phantom frowned. That hadn’t happened to him though. That was Danny’s, the real Danny’s memory. The experience belonged to the human boy who was sleeping in his bed now. No, not his bed. It wasn’t his bed, his house, his family, or his life. The thought of the family, friends, and home that wasn’t his sent another pang through the ghost’s chest. A shaking hand went to the throbbing pulsing organ in his chest, the feeling that had replaced the comforting, ever present heartbeat. An almost physical ache rested there, an ache that had just grown since he left Amity Park. 

He shook his head, trying to push the pain away as he continued floating around the lake. His eyes fell on the shack where Danny and his dad had rented the little row boat they fished in. They’d eaten a picnic lunch and gotten milkshakes on the way home. Phantom smiled again at the memory, though he soon clenched his fists. Why was this happening? And how, how did he remember any of that? It felt...so real. All of it, a thousand memories of growing up at Fentonwork, of being Jack and Maddie Fenton’s son, Jazz’s brother, and Sam and Tucker’s friend, all of it felt undeniably real. But it couldn’t be, it wasn’t.

The ghost stayed at the lake for what must have been hours until the ache in his chest and the accompanying homesickness overwhelmed him. Part of him wanted to fly farther way, to never go back to Amity Park but the emptiness, the pain in his chest seemed to draw him back. At some level, Phantom knew that he couldn’t stay away,

So he turned around, flying back to the small town. The ghost paused in front of the large Welcome to Amity Park sign, observing the smiling family proclaiming how it was a nice place to live. He turned his eyes to the town in the below- the park, the mall, Casper High, the Nasty Burger. And to his left, along the horizon, he could just make out the Ops Center on top of Fentonworks. All of it sparked familiarity in Phantom’s mind. As the sun rose, he debated where to go and what to do. But there was nowhere and nothing. He didn’t have any friends and family and as a clearly inhuman creature, the ghost couldn’t just hang around town like a human teenager. 

Phantom bit his lip. Maybe he could go through the Fenton portal to the Ghost Zone? That’s where ghosts belong, right? But what was the ghost zone even like? With a start, the ghost realized he didn’t know. He didn’t remember the ghost zone at all. Shouldn’t he remember it if he was there before he was…..what exactly had he been doing before this? He remembered everything of Danny Fenton’s life both before and after the accident. But nothing else... Why? And how? What did all this mean? No answers came so Phantom found himself wandering back to the park. He glimpsed a familiar teen on his way to school and instantly turned invisible. 

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Danny blinked awake, sunlight flitting over his eye lids. With a sleepy groan, the boy squinted his crusty-feeling eyes. Had he been...crying? Yeah, he had. But why? Why had he been sad? Rolling onto his back, Danny stared up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes, racking his brain but he couldn’t remember why he had been sad. And now his stomach churned with unease, a lost feeling he couldn’t place.

His brow furrowed. And there was...something else his sluggish brain was trying to remember. Last night, he’d seen a glowing figure floating over him, though the being had disappeared in the blink of an eye. He’d sat up and called but received no reply. At the memory, Danny shook his head. No, that couldn’t have happened; it was definitely a dream.

With that thought, the boy sat up with a groan. He yawned, huffing. As much as he really wanted to go back to sleep, he needed to get up and get ready for school. After a quick trip to the bathroom and getting dressed, Danny headed downstairs to find his parents in the kitchen.

“But it got away Madds!” His dad was yelling. “We need to go after that monster!”

“Our containment devices aren’t even ready yet! What are we supposed to do when we catch it?“

Dad clenched his fists. “I don’t want to catch it.”

For some reason, the sinisterness of the statement made Danny shiver.

“What good will destroying the ghost do Jack?” Mom spread her arms, pointing. “We need to capture and study it, find out its weakness so we can exploit it with any other ghosts that came through the portal.”

“And then we can make that scum pay.” Dad smiled.

Danny’s unease just increased, making his stomach flop; there’s no way he’d be able to force any food down this morning. Not bothering to grab breakfast, the boy sneaked out the door. He hoped his parents wouldn’t notice for a while; the teen definitely didn’t want them hovering over him.

Once out the door, Danny started walking towards the park which he would cut through to get to school. His body moving thoughtlessly as his mind wandered, dreamlike. The boy sighed, studying his surroundings. It was really pretty today- the mild temperature, cloudless sky, the plentiful sunshine. And the sunrise had been gorgeous this morning. 

Danny stopped in his tracks at that thought, eyes blinking more awake. He hadn’t been awake to see the sunrise? Heck, he was barely awake now. The air shifted around him and he shivered. Had it gotten cooler? 

“Danny. Danny.” Someone was calling his name. “Danny!” 

At the sound of Sam and Tucker’s voices, Danny jerked up, suddenly feeling more awake. Sam frowned, noticing the strange look on his face. “What’s up with you?”

“Oh.” Finally noticing his friends, the boy shook his head, trying to get out of his funk. “I was just...thinking.”

Sam looked at him questioningly but didn’t comment. At the same time, Tucker looked up from his phone. “Hey Danny! How are you doing, man?”

Danny furrowed his brow; how was he doing? The boy shrugged. “I’m good, I think.”

Sam studied his face. “So did you go through with it?”

Danny nodded, staring down at his hand as if waiting for it to turn invisible. “Yeah, I haven’t turned invisible or intangible since last night. No symptoms.”

“So your parents’ invention actually worked?” Tucker asked. “What did they do anyway? Spray you with some goo.”

Danny cringed at the mental image but laughed. “No, they made this thing called the Ghost Catcher.”

While Tucker chuckled, Sam asked with a grin. “Do you think they’re going to use it to catch ghosts?”

Danny’s laughter quieted as he apprehensively half-grinned, remembering his parents' conversation this morning. “They just might.”

Sam and Tucker also quieted as they turned to look at him questioningly, clearly thrown by his change in tone. “What do you mean?” Tucker asked.

The black-haired boy bit his lip. “Something weird happened when we used the ghost catcher.”

“Weird? Weird how?” Sam ventured with a little wariness. 

“Well… Dad passed the Ghost Catcher over me. And I passed out at some point. It hurt, it hurt a lot. And when I came too, Mom and Dad were freaking out about some ghost that showed up after I passed out.”

“Wait, are you serious? They saw a ghost, like an actual ghost.” Tucker waved his hand that wasn’t holding his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t see it though; I was still unconscious. Mom and Dad said the ghost flew off before they could get a good look at it.”

“Wow.” “That’s…” Was all the two friends managed to mutter with wide eyes.

“And that’s not the weirdest part.” Danny then wrung his hands, suddenly feeling nervous about how his friends would react to the last part. “Mom and Dad...they said that the ghost had been ...possessing me since the accident.”

“Possessing you...like...like there was a ghost controlling your body for the last month!” Tucker seemed to pale while Sam’s brow furrowed.

The girl shook her head. “But...you weren’t acting weird...other than the powers. You acted like yourself.”

Danny shrugged, eyes flitting nervously between his two friends. At the same time, Tucker waved his arms. “Come on Sam. Really though? What if the ghost was a really good actor?!”

“Why would a ghost want to act like an angsty teenager?”

“Hey!” Danny protested.

But Sam ignored his offended look. “Danny’s parents were probably confused...or seeing things. There’s no way you were possessed, right Danny?”

“I mean… I didn’t feel like I was possessed.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And Mom and Dad said if I was overshadowed, I shouldn’t remember anything that happened. But I do….I think.”

“See.” Sam put one hand on her hip, pointing towards Tucker with the other. “So there wasn’t a ghost.”

Tucker’s shoulders feel and he sighed in an odd mix of disappointment and relief. “I guess not.”

Silently, Danny nodded in agreement, though he wasn’t completely sure his friends were right. He shivered, remembering his weird dream last night ...or was it a dream? Doubt balled in his gut but the boy did not dwell on it, distracted by friends who were quickly walking away and chatting about school. He ran to catch up and barely thought about the cold, yet familiar presence he sensed watching him.

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As Danny and his friends walk away towards the school, Phantom remained invisibly floating in the park. Part of him wanted to follow Danny, half hoping that being near the human would help him figure things out, even if he didn’t want to make himself known. The rest of him felt guilty. He’d been possessing someone, for a month and hadn’t even realized until the words came out of Danny’s mouth. How could he hurt, violate someone like that and not even bat an eye? Maybe he was a monster like Mom and...the Fentons said.

Before he could think of anything else, the ghost was distracted by a rustling behind him. He turned and with a gasp, came face to face with a little girl, around 4 years old. The child’s eyes widened with shock, mirroring the ghost’s expression.

Phantom put his now very visible hands in front of him in a placating motion. In the most calming voice he could muster, he whispered. “Hey, it’s okay.”

The girl instantly let out a high pitched scream. She turned and ran away, yelling. “Mommy!”

The ghost cursed and then went rigid as he heard a panicked female voice answer. “Sophie!”

If Phantom had a heart, it would be pounding out of his chest. He stared at his hands, trying to will them invisible. Why wasn’t it working?! Abandoning that, he twisted around, looking for a place to hide. No! No No! The trees and bushes weren’t thick enough. And why did he glow like a freaking firefly? His hands gripped his hair as the sounds of voices drifted closer. His eyes flickered around the surrounding. There! Those were the bathrooms! The information drifted through his mind. 

Phantom fled, panic flaring at being out in the open for a few seconds, before he slammed the door to the single-person stall. He took an unnecessary but still very satisfying breath and locked the door. He was safe from being discovered… for now. 

The ghost then clenched his fist, the fear giving way to frustration. “Damnit, I didn't even do anything!” He gritted his teeth, berating himself. “I somehow managed to terrify a little girl without even trying! Way to go, Fenton!”

Phantom froze, cringing at the thoughtless, automatic phrase. No, he wasn’t Danny Fenton. He wasn’t any Fenton at all, or even human. He was a ghost and it was normal for humans to be afraid of ghosts. And they should be; ghosts were dangerous, destructive creatures. At least that’s what his...Danny’s parents said. Phantom frowned. But...he didn’t feel dangerous and destructive. And he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want people to be afraid of him. He wanted to be a good ghost, if that was even possible.

Pushing those thoughts away, Phantom finally turned away from the door. His eyes surveyed the dirty room, finally falling on the mirror. The neon green eyes meet those of his reflection. The ghost silently floated forward, finding marginally familiar ectoplasmic green eyes, snow white hair, and black and white jumpsuit. A memory of seeing that reflection, those green eyes wide with fear, in the dirty mirror in the Fenton’s basement, passed through the ghost’s mind. He turned his attention back to his reflection and his frown deepened. The reflection was the same as then, as after the accident. Meaning….the layout of freckles, the nose inherited from Maddie Fenton, the checks and jawline with hints of baby fat but showing signs of hardening. Though the coloring was different, all his facial features were identical to Danny Fenton’s.

His glowing gloved hand reached forward to meet his reflection. Yes, that was in fact his face. And it felt like his face, not like a foreign mask or an illusion, but like this was what he was supposed to look like. But why? Why did Phantom look like he could be Danny’s twin, if he was human? At that thought, the ghost removed his hand and made a confused face in the mirror. Was that the answer? Had he been Danny’s twin in life? Or maybe another relative that happened to closely resemble the boy? Phantom shook his head. No, he just knew that wasn’t it. Plus, it wouldn’t explain why he’d thought he was Danny Fenton just hours ago.

Turning away for that cursed reflection, Phantom balled his fist, frustration flaring again. “I still have no idea what’s going on!” 

The ghost then gritted his teeth; even his voice sounded like Danny’s! What was Phantom supposed to do when he had no idea who he really was?

With a huff, Phantom shook his head. There was no point in driving himself crazy trying to figure this out when answers seemed unreachable. With some effort, he flickered invisible and floated up through the roof. He briefly surveyed the town below him; maybe he could find something to do to distract himself, from his questions and his guilt.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #double danny #Face To Face #split danny #Ghost Catcher #my fic

[spooky-the-owl]

Homeless au Point 3

Amity park was in chaos.

The fact that Daniel Fenton had disappeared was just a small part of it. Because before now ghosts had only been spoken of in campfire stories and, on the occasion, history books (spirits had made an appearance before in their small corner of the world).

Now they were spoken of in school, during lunch breaks at work, and even more in fire and police departments as they discuss what to do to ensure the safety of the town.

It had started with mindless ghost attacks but soon after a clearly sentient ghost had appeared to ward these monsters off. They'd have a showdown and no matter how banged up the white haired ghost would get, he'd keep going until the other surrendered. This ghost looked like a teen and had shown up closely after Danny Fenton's disappearance.

Speaking of, Maddie and Jack had freaked out when the school called about an absent student and their son hadn't come home the next day. They asked his friends, his sister, looked through his stuff for any kind of clue but could not figure out where he'd gone or what had happened.

They blalantly ignored what the students and teacher from Danny's last class told them. About how the boy had fallen into some kind of depression. How quiet he was. It was almost unsettling. How he'd just up and left the last class. They wouldn't believe his friends when they came up to them, very afraid, and revealed that the tired boy had told them he was unhappy with his life.

No. They needed some REAL conclusions to jump to. GHOSTS. Danny's disappearance was the fault of ghosts. It had happened only a month after the ghost portal started working and ghosts started appearing. Danny lived way too close to the ghost world. He'd payed for it and they would find him. But they couldn't let the same thing happen again.

Jazz was sent away. She finished school even sooner than was planned at first and left to college.

There. One child was safe. Now to find the other. The Fentons hurried to make a vehicle and launch themselves into the green void in their basement. Nobody knows what they see on the other side but the two ghost hunters spent more time in that flip dimension than on Earth.

The villagers know they won't find their lost son though.

Nobody talks about it but they would look at the ghostly teen flying around town with sadness and compassion.

The teen ghost hadn't told them a name but everyone called him Danny.

He didn't correct them.

Danny had never felt more alive.

Now that he had left his old life he was so much better. He had to settle first, though. He hadn't taken anything from his room or even any belongings other than what he was wearing and didn't dare go back to get anything. He didn't want to bump into his parents and have to explain himself. Moreover, he didn't want any of his old stuff.

The first two nights he spent in the small forest nearby. It wasn't much of a forest. It was a field of grass with a few trees here and there. It was perfect stargazing spot, but the animals got very loud, especially the crickets.

He spent daytime practicing his ghost powers. By now he'd encountered a few ghosts. And he realized how much he didn't about them.

One time he'd spotted one in the field. He'd been sitting there in between the long grass. And at one point it was just. There.

They'd stared at each other for some time. Danny could only see the head. It glowed softly, but the grass was so thick and tall he couldn't see the rest of the body. But he knew it was gigantic. Like. A grass plain dragon. It would've been terrifying. Danny only felt calm as he looked at the slitted eyes of the giant snake. It disappeared.

These encounters showed Danny what ghosts could do. What he could do. He practised and learned. He thought he'd find his limit very soon. After all, he wasn't a giant dragoneske creature. He was a child.

But the more abilities he saw, the more he obtained.

It was after the second night, when he'd figured out invisibility, that he dared go back in town. Danny spent hours walking around, looking at everyone, wondering.

He was free.

He could do what he wanted.

Whatever he wanted.

But.

What did he want?

This is how he spent the third day. He very much enjoyed watching people go on their business. Sometimes he walked around as a ghost. However he didn't show his face again until he figured out how to fly because of the weird looks he got. He figured they were scared of him. All he wanted was for them to feel safe with him.

He'd never felt this way before. This place. It was his. And he didn't want anything bad to happen to it.

Danny supposed this is what it felt like to be a ghost. To think like a ghost. He felt like he could connect more with ghosts he encountered. But there was still something that separated him. He was different.

He wasn't as...fixated on one thing as them. Wasn't grounded with one set of powers. He had other dreams than what his ghost half told him to do. He didn't only want to protect. He wanted to play, look at the stars, talk to people. He was still a social being. He needed at least a bit of social interaction. Unlike ghosts, who were loners by nature.

He was still different. Just as in his human life. But he wasn't an outcast anymore. This time, he knew his place.

The fourth night Danny slept in an empty apartment that hadn't been rented yet. His neighbours upstairs had children and eventually they got too loud for him and his sensitive hearing so he found a house for rent a few streets down.

He didn't see his parents often. When they spotted him they would look at him with narrowed eyes until he flew away. He didn't know wether they were angry at him or just saw him as an experiment.

He'd also watch search parties look for him or his body. He watched as they stopped and eventually declared him dead.

Danny snorted. As if they could decide whether he was dead or alive.

He watched astonished when his school held a small memorial for him. They taped a picture of him on a tree in school grounds and placed many candles around it. They didn't hold anything big. Sam did a small speech, which had Danny crying. Tucker was there as well, but he didn't talk to anyone or anything. Students threw some flowers they'd picked from school. Then they were gone.

Danny stayed. He stood there invisibly, staring at his memorial. It was the closest thing he'd probably get for a tomb. He knew how his parents were.

The ghsot boy didn't move as teens from all ages came back during breaks and left something behind. Some asked about Danny and the boy wasn't surprised to hear the first thing to come from the others' mouths was that he was the son of those ghosthunters. The ghost kid, one called him.

What did surprise him was when a group came and placed a blurred picture of his ghost, white haired, glowing self under the tree. They didn't say anything, but looked around as if expecting him. Then they left.

And Danny stood there.

He stood there as the wind picked up and blew a few candles out and the rain started. He frowned up at the sky. This it wouldn't touch. This was his. This here under the tree.

The ghost boy didn't know how long he had been standing there when the final bell rang. Students ran out to get in the cars or on their bikes.

One of them, though, only waved another off before trudging towards the tree. They didn't seem to care they were getting soaking wet, but continued walking until they saw a figure by the memorial. They stopped. Then picked up the pace.

The moment they took a step under the tree everything stopped.

There was no rain, no wind and no time when the person stared at the back of the boy standing in front of the memorial. The candlelight reflecting the dry grass. Some of the candles lit up green instead of yellow.

Everything made it seem like he had entered another reality. It had to be. Because there was no way.

"Danny?"

The teen turned and froze.

"Tucker."

It was a breathless reply and echoed as if they were in a cave.

Tucker couldn't compute. His mainframe was glitching and nothing processed. Because what he saw didn't add up.

It was Danny. Plain old Danny. Coal black hair. Pale face. Light blue eyes. As if he hadn't changed. As if he had never left. As if he had never been declared dead.

It was Danny. But it wasn't.

Tucker ran and slammed into the boy, throwing them both to the ground in a crying, confused, overjoyed pile of reunited friends.

Amity Park wasn't a nice place to live. But nobody ever left. Because it was a safe place to live.

Ghosts came and went. Some very violent. Some out to get control of the humans. There was a lot of colateral damage. Streets had holes. Stoplights were bend ninety degrees. Trees were burnt off.

But you could walk with headphones, looking at your phone in the middle of a squabble between ghosts and not have to worry about a thing.

The ghost vigilante of Amity did everything to his ability to make sure nothing happened to Amity's citizens. And boy, his ability went far. He was a very powerful specter and when the people thought they'd seen it all he would pull another power out of his sleeve.

They loved him. He'd hang around town and talk with the people as they went to work or school. He'd stop by the bakery and they'd throw him some bread. Oftentimes he'd stay and talk. If there was no danger he'd have too much free time in his hands, he said.

He was a nice kid. He was a powerful kid.

His aura was that of a shield. A warm hug. Protection. They wouldn't feel safer anywhere else.

New people who moved in wouldn't say the same. Some stayed anyways. Ghosts made for an interesting life.

Despite all the ghosts flying about, Casper High was still circulating with ghost stories.

They told of the ghost dog that had appeared a few times. According to legend, it was a werewolf. And if you'd believe stories Ember McClain, a known ghostly rock star, was the ghost of what Avril Lavigne had wanted to be. And if you listened to that girl from fifth grade all the ectopi wanted was to get to the ocean.

But if there was one story nobody doubted. The oldest ghost story since the start of the haunting.

It was about the son of two ghosthunters. An outcast. A weird kid, they said. Neglected by his parents and low on the social ladder he committed suicide. It happened right after the first ghost attacks. And some believe this was what saved the boy. For he somehow found the will, the power to stay behind in a world that he detested. He despised. He became a ghost. But fear not because this isn't a scary story. It won't keep you from sleeping. It won't make you check all dark corners in fear.

Because this boy stayed behind to protect Amity Park.

Danny phantom was the hero of Amity Park.

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