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fangirlwriting-stories · 5 months

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Prologue

Chapter Two:

Maddie was more than a little surprised about where they ended up, after finally arriving back at Amity Park. Yes, she assumed when Danny said there were “people or well, you know,” that could help her, he’d meant ghosts. But somehow, her brain hadn’t made the connection that “help from ghosts” probably meant the ghost zone until they were flying— flying— up to Vlad’s mansion, and Danny was explaining that they were here because Vlad had a ghost portal, and because it wouldn’t be safe to go home and use theirs.

It wasn’t exactly a surprise that Vlad had a ghost portal. He’d been just as passionate about ghosts as she and Jack had back in college. She was a little surprised he hadn’t told her or Jack about it. She was also a little surprised that Danny seemed so willing to take them there, because in watching him, he also seemed less than enthusiastic.

Though granted, if it was the only other ghost portal Danny knew of, that made a little more sense.

Danny didn’t bother with any kind of knocking, instead phasing them both in through the wall, and then immediately pulling them right down through the floor. They ended up in a lab Maddie hadn’t known existed.

Then, as soon as Danny let go of her hand and landed on the floor (Maddie couldn’t quite get herself to stop floating), alarms started blaring.

Maddie looked around nervously, but Danny just gave a loud groan of annoyance, then flew right in front of her and pushed her back towards the wall.

Before Maddie could ask why he did that, a ghost she was vaguely familiar with flew through the ceiling— a ghost with black horns and a white outfit and red cape. She’d fought it a couple times, but it wasn’t a regular around Amity Park.

Danny, however, seemed very familiar with it.

“I don’t have time for this Plasmius,” he says, still staying in front of Maddie and holding his hands up in a protective stance. And wow, that felt more than a little strange. She was most definitely not used to seeing her son (as a ghost) protecting her from another ghost.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a rush,” the ghost, or Plasmius, said. “Let me just head back upstairs and let you do who-knows-what down in my lab.”

His lab?

Danny made some kind of growl in the back of his throat, but took a deep breath and looked back up at the ghost.

“You know what, fine,” he snapped. “I still hate you, but can I please use your portal.”

“Oh, of course, let me just get that for you,” Plasmius said. “Would you like a complimentary gift basket as well?”

Danny looked back at Maddie, and now he looked a little nervous.

“Who are you looking at? Are you harboring someone? If it’s that brat Danielle again I can’t imagine why you think I’d help you both—”

“Sorry,” Danny said to Maddie with a wince, and then flew to the side, still keeping his arm firmly in front of her but allowing her to be seen by Plasmius.

…Who was now gaping at her.

“Like I said,” Danny continued, “Still hate you. But you have this… ugh, thing for my Mom, and she’s kinda— um. Well, you can see? So she’s not safe from Dad but we also can’t use our portal because we’d have to get past him, and— ugh, I would ask this of literally anyone else if I could, but. Yeah. Can we use your portal.”

Maddie’s brain was going a mile a minute, and the picture the pieces were lining up to make wasn’t exactly one she was crazy about. But Danny had said this was the ghost’s portal. And he’d also said this ghost had a thing for her.

And well, at this point she already knew it was possible, so…

“…Vlad?” Maddie asked.

Vlad gaped at her for another second, then turned back to Danny and waved his hands at her in an exasperated way. “Since when is your mother a ghost, Daniel?”

“I mean obviously really recently, Fruitloop, that’s not the point—” Danny snapped.

“How did she even die?!”

Danny grit his teeth, and clenched his hands into fists. “Skulker blasted her in the chest. Into the brick wall of a building. Which then collapsed on her. So, you know, take your pick on which of those it was exactly, I guess, what does it matter?”

“Skulker did this?” Vlad asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Danny snapped, glaring up at him. “Can we move on?”

“Oh of course, I’m sorry, let me just adapt to this information in a timely manner for you. What do you mean Skulker did this? Where the hell were you?”

“Getting shot at by my dad, you dumbass, now answer the damn question!”

Vlad opened his mouth, and it hung there for a minute. “…Sorry, what was the question again?”

“Can we use your portal!”

Vlad looked over at the portal, then back over at the two of them. “…One moment,” he said, and then, instead of flying over to the portal, he vanished back up through the ceiling.

Danny squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in frustration through his teeth. Then, after a second, he turned back to Maddie. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Maddie, for her part, felt a little faint, and she hadn’t even known that was possible as a ghost. But she’d had a bit too many revelations for one day, and apparently it was catching up to her.

“…Vlad’s a ghost,” she said finally.

Danny winced. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “Sorry, I probably should have given you a heads up on that one. Especially when the alarms started going off.”

“You,” Maddie said, thinking back on everything she can remember about Phantom and Plasmius. “You and Vlad have fought to the death multiple times?”

Danny winced again. “Kind of?”

“Kind of? Danny—”

“Alright,” came Vlad’s voice, and he flew back down through the ceiling. “The answer is no.”

Danny spun back around to Vlad. “What are you talking about?” he snapped, back to angry.

“No, you cannot use my portal,” Vlad said. “Because Maddie is staying here.”

“Oh, like hell she is,” Danny growled, flying right up to Vlad’s face. “Vlad, if you know what’s good for you—”

“It does matter, Daniel.”

Danny blinked. “What?”

“Which of those three things caused her death. It does matter, because each of those things would result in a different kind of ghost. She’s going to develop according to whichever one killed her, and she’s going to need help in learning how to do that. Now you could send her off into the ghost zone to fend for herself, which sounds like such a heroic thing to do, or you could let her stay here with me. I have just a tad bit of experience with this kind of thing.”

“I’m not going to let her fend for herself, you moron,” Danny snapped. “I’m taking her to Frostbite.”

“Frostbite?” Maddie asked hesitantly.

Vlad threw up his hands. “A frozen wasteland! Oh what a lovely choice I’m sure Maddie will love! But more than that, the residents of the Far Frozen are not ghosts in the same way that you and I and Maddie are ghosts. They will not be able to help her with personal experience like you or I can. I am not speaking from a place of emotional attachment to your mother. It makes far more sense for her to stay here with me. I can help her.”

Danny clearly didn’t like that idea, and Maddie could tell. His hands where shaking where they were balled into fists at his side, and he was still glaring at Vlad, though it was wavering in the way it did when acknowledging you didn’t like the good point someone just made.

But as much as Maddie had her issues with Vlad, and as much as it was obvious Danny wouldn’t like it, she was very tempted by Vlad’s offer. She might have her issues with the man, and she might also have a few more since recently learning he regularly tried to hurt her son, but she knew his mansion. She understood him a little bit better than she knew she would a ghost zone she’d never set foot in.

And that frozen wasteland part didn’t sound too appealing either.

“Danny,” she said hesitantly, and Danny’s anger melted away as he looked back at her. “I think Vlad makes a good point.”

Danny looked torn. “But Mom—”

“Sweetie, I wouldn’t know what to do in the ghost zone, and you couldn’t be there to help me all the time.”

“Yes I could—”

“No, you couldn’t. You have school, and your friends, and a life you still need to live. And Danny…” Maddie hesitated, and then she sighed. “I don’t think you should wait much longer before going home to your father.”

Danny’s eyes widened in panic, and Maddie knew that was something he hadn’t yet thought of.

“I’ll be asking for your help too,” Vlad said to Danny, not nearly as warmly. “It’s been a long time since I was a fresh ghost, I’ll need your experience at being terrible at everything.”

Danny glared back at him again.

“You can come by to visit whenever you want, is what I’m saying,” Vlad said, glaring back at him. “I won’t keep you out. You can bring that sister of yours too. But you have to let Maddie stay here. I won’t give you access to my portal indefinitely if you insist on taking her to the ghost zone.”

The thought of getting to see Jazz too made a lump in Maddie’s throat. How much did her daughter know too? How much had Danny and Jazz kept from her and Jack? With good reason?

Danny seemed far from happy about it, but finally, he forced out “Fine,” through gritted teeth.

“Excellent,” Vlad said with a smug smile that Maddie could tell Danny absolutely despised. “Come back upstairs then, we can help Maddie pick a room.”

Maddie felt faint again. Vlad gestured to follow him before flying up through the ceiling. Danny turned to her with a nervous look, but held out his hand.

Maddie gave him as reassuring a smile as she could manage considering she had no clue what was going on, and took it. Then they both followed Vlad upstairs.

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Chapter Three

#danny phantom #maddie fenton #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #my fic

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kizzer55555 · 6 months

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How Vengeance protects

Inspired by this amazing fanfic

Basically this fanfic had some background on how Danny and Dan’s relationship worked but they were in small snippets and didn’t seem like they would be developed that much and I’m like “that could be it’s own fic!” So I want to use it and develop it more than the original story had. So here’s this idea, basically, Danny gets caught by the Fentons in Phantom form and they vivisected him. They are extremely thorough in their ‘research’ of taking out organs, and basically ripping Danny apart little by little (with him refusing to turn human because if he did, he would die. No human could survive what was being done to him) and eventually, Danny is forced back into his core. Somehow, Dan comes to the Fenton house (and this is redeemed Dan who isn’t out to destroy everyone but doesn’t really want to help anyone either.) He and Danny (and Ellie) have developed a sibling like relationship at this point. Dan comes to the Fenton house to find Danny (his little brother) strapped to a table and cut open. And when Danny is forced into his core, that was ripped apart too with various cracks and even entire chucks ripped out. A ghost core is like the personification of their soul. He sees his brother’s body parts spread out on various surfaces, blood covering the lab, and his brother’s soul torn apart. So Dan rescues him and places him in the only place he can think of, within his own body. Using his own core to try and attempt to heal Danny by letting him feed on access ectoplasm. His core felt so weak, it was room temperature. Something an ice core should never be. So he takes his little brother and he runs. Dan has no idea what to do and no idea where to go. So he flies around and just tries to find a safe place for his brother to heal…but Danny doesn’t wake up. He can feel that his brother is alive in some way but he’s not conscious. (If he was he wouldn’t be in his core). So he tries to do whatever he can to help Danny but he has no idea what that is.

However, he knows that various spirits can gain strength by fulfilling their obsession. Danny is a protection spirit but in his current state, cannot protect anything. (And wither that’s his obsession or spirits are classified into various categories and Danny happens to be a protection spirit) and so Dan realizes that he’s going to have to feed Danny somehow…by….saving people…

Oh joy.

The thing is, Dan is a spirit of Vengeance. And thus begins Dan’s various attempts of heroism against his will. He is incredibly efficient and powerful but he looks like he hates every moment of it and might even be scowling at the people he saved. Moreover, he can’t even kill anyone! It wouldn’t help his brother heal so he has to restrain himself. (And when he attempts to smile, it looks so forced and with such sharp teeth that people become even more scared). The ustice league have no idea what to do with this unknown.

He’s not a villain (they don’t think?). Just some overpowered guy who is saving a bunch of people (and even the heroes themselves) but has the prickliest personality you can imagine. Dan is not a people person. Add onto that him trying to escape Vlad’s attempts to ‘help’ (he doesn’t trust that fruitloop as far as he can throw him). And resisting going anywhere near the Fentons. As much as he wants to give into his spirit of vengeance instincts, he doesn’t want them near Danny and there is nothing that could make him drop his brother’s core somewhere else. It’s safest with him. The Fentons haven’t even realized Danny is missing. So this is basically just Dan forced to be a hero and he hates every second of it (but would do anything to protect his baby brother). And Dan maybe sort of befriending rogues and heroes (or them trying very hard to befriend him).

He is a loner. He does not like company, and he is incredibly self conscious when powerful people get near him and his precious cargo.

If Constantine identifies him as a spirit of vengence and asks why he’s helping people (because normally they don’t do that) and Dan says that he’s doing it because he’s selfish, which just confuses everyone.

Later, much later, something happens where Dan takes a hit that affects his core/ectoplasm and he freaks out. The Justice league might not understand why until he takes out a second core and checks it over like a mother hen, hissing and snarling at anyone who gets close. This core is unlike anything the magic users have ever seen. They know what a core is, they know it’s a soul. To see one so damaged, it’s nauseating. (Dan is either freaking out for nothing or is actively trying to save the core that was dying in his hands and has to trust his magic user teammates/sort-of-maybe-but-not-yet friends to save him).

When everything is over, they ask who the core belongs to. It has to be someone Dan cares about. Ghosts don’t normally protect or try to care for other cores (it’s usually survival of the fittest) especially not spirits of vengeance. So they ask despite Dan trying to ignore their questions or brush them off. Eventually, he caves and drops the bombshell that it’s his little brother (and either admits it was their parents who did this to him or just the ‘Fenton’ scientists) and that he became a hero to try and replenish his brother’s strength since he’s a spirit of protection.

The Justice league’s hearts break.

Also, Ellie is in this and also has a sibling like relationship with Danny although is a bit distant with Dan (since they remind each other too much of Vlad to be comfortable) and they work together to try and bring Danny back and care for him. Ellie knows how to make e to dejecto and tries to bring some. Also, in this au, Danny isn’t the ghost king. He’s just a normal ghost. So Dan will fight other ghosts to keep him safe.

#DPxDC #dpxdc prompt #Redeemed Dan #Dan is Danny’s older brother #Ellie is Danny’s younger sister #They both love their reckless idiot.#Protective Dan #Dan is forced to be a hero and he HATES it #The Justice league is so confused #Dan is not a people person #He strikes fear into the papariazi #Dan is a mother hen #Ellie has no mercy for people her hurt her brother #Jazz is called.#She keeps the two phantoms from killing anyone #Jazz is the only reason they have not killed someone yet.#Danny’s core is injured.#Unconscious Danny.#Attempts at making ectodejecto.#The first few attempts were…not that successful.#Ellie may or may not have blown up a few buildings.#One might hav been the watchtower.#Dan is overpowered but literally could not care less.#Danny isn’t the ghost king in this. GASP!#Vlad is a fruitloop.#Dan and Ellie have a kill on sight mode when they see Vlad.#They also have a kill on sight mode when they see the Fentons.#They try to avoid the Fentons for Danny’s sake. Vlad gets no mercy.#Ellie treats Dan as if he’s pregnant. He hates it with a passion even if he understands why.#When the Justice league learn about Danny they also treat Dan as if he is super fragile (Dan can take on an army single handedly).

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ourtearsofrain · 3 months

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Chapter 7- Catching the Stars

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre: angst

Word Count: little over 1 k

Warnings: minor violence, once again talking about death of parents

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“You know her, Polaris-?” Danny starts, hurt dripping from his words as his mind scrambles, hoping his worst fears weren’t true.

Helena whips around, stalking over to him and slapping him across the face, hard. Her nails have been sharpened into claws, leaving three clean cuts against the smooth skin of his left cheek.

“You will speak when spoken to.” She spits.

Samuel lunges forward, attempting to shake off his captor’s grasp to get to Helena. This earns him a blow to the stomach, and he doubles over in pain as he wheezes to regain his breath.

Helena turns back towards you, ignoring the events that just unfolded as she grins at you.

“How long has it been since I last saw you, hm? Oh right, when I plunged a sword straight through fathers’ stomach.”

She laughs as angry tears come to your eyes, threatening to spill over as you looked at her with all the hate you had in your heart. Jake, Danny, Samuel, and Joshua’s jaws drop as they realize your connection to Lady Helena; rage overtaking Joshua and Samuels features as Danny and Jakes expressions contort into ones of hurt and deceit.

“Was Helen not good enough of a name for you? Or did you just not want to slander mother’s name, as you were named after her.”

“Lady Helen just doesn’t have the same ring to it as Lady Helena, don’t you agree? You’re one to talk, Polaris. Isn’t that what they called you? Consider your sister, Helen, dead. Lady Helena killed her when she killed our father.”

“Was that before or after I gave you that scar? Heard you have told people it was from a ruthless pirate lord. Barely able to escape with your life, right?”

She grabs your chin, intentionally digging her nails into your skin.

“You will say nothing more if you know what’s good for you.”

You control your expression, not allowing the pain to appear across your features as you look down at her. She lets go roughly, using it to push your face backwards as she turns towards the others.

Helena knows exactly how to hurt you most, and she grins as she looks between the four men.

“I would love to know how you all feel about Polaris and I being siblings. I assume they didn’t tell you that crucial bit of information by the looks on your faces.”

Samuel is the first to speak, each word hurting you far more than a blade ever could. “Fucking traitor. I knew we should never have trusted you. Didn’t I tell you, Jacob?” He looks at his brother with rage burning across his face.

Jake says nothing as he stares at the planks below him, trying to blink back tears and keeping his gaze away from you, knowing the second he allowed himself to look, they would surely spill from his eyes.

“Jake, I swear, I had nothing to do with this. I haven’t seen Helena in years, I have no loyalty to her.” You beg, trying to keep your own tears at bay as you watch his heart break.

“Liar! You suggested this island, you brought us here to die!” Joshua yells, equally enraged as Samuel was.

Helena rolls her eyes. “As much as I’m enjoying you berate them, you give them too much credit. They aren’t lying, they are no ally to me. They are, however, a fucking hypocrite.”

She stalks over to you, her expression one of almost hurt as she looks at you.

“I offered them a place by my side, to be my right hand. And they fucking turned me down like I wasn’t offering them the best opportunity of their life.”

She turns back to the others with anger in her words and across her face. “Only for them to jump at the next opportunity to join someone’s crew.”

“I didn’t fucking choose this!”

Your yell causes her to turn to face you once more with shock written on her features.

“You attacked my town, destroyed my home! They saved me from the attack, I had nowhere else to go.” Angry tears roll down your cheeks as you breathe heavily, surprising everyone with your outburst.

Helena looks past you at the pirate preventing you from lunging at her.

“They’re coming back with us to my ship.”

She turns towards the others, sizing each man up.

“Now, what shall we do with you all?” She makes her way over to Jake first, and she tilts his face up to make him meet her eyes.

"You must have been the one to save them, huh?" He says nothing as she grips his skin. "How's that knee holding up, by the way?" She flashes him a grin before swiftly kicking the side of his right knee.

He screams in agony as his leg gives out, the pirate behind him preventing him from dropping to the deck for any relief as he holds him, forcing his weight onto the leg.

Helena grasps the front of his shirt, yanking him forward until their faces are an inch apart. "Still glad you saved them?"

She releases him roughly, shoving him backwards towards the man holding him as his step falters, his right knee still weak from the blow.

She walks over to Samuel next, bringing her hand up to caress his cheek as she slyly smiles.

“Oh, I quite like this one, I think I’ll keep him.”

Samuel spits in her face. “I would rather die.”

Her face contorts with rage as she wipes it away. “I think we can arrange that.”

Before anyone can process what’s happening, she nods slightly to the man holding Samuel, her face serious and cold.

The man raises his fist, bringing it down hard on the back of Samuels head. He sags in his arms, crumpling to the floor.

Both Jake and Joshua try to rush for their brother, the large pirates holding them preventing them from doing so.

“SAM!” Danny lets out a broken sob as tears began streaming down his face. He lunges for Helena, earning him the same blow to the back of his head. He too goes limp, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

“YOU MONSTER!” You scream, struggling in the pirates’ arms to reach any of them; Helena, Samuel, and most importantly, Danny.

She rolls her eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Oh, don’t be melodramatic. They’re not dead, only unconscious.”

“Why not kill us?” Joshua spews angrily.

She walks towards him, stopping only inches from the man with a sweet grin.

“Because, killing you all is too easy. I would much rather have my fun with Polaris and Samuel, leaving the rest of you driven mad not knowing their fates.”

Jake speaks next. “We will hunt you down.”

“With only the three of you? Your crew is dead. You’re not leaving this port for a very long time, Jacob.”

With that, she nods to the pirates holding the twins, and the last thing you see is Jake and Joshua joining their brothers on the ground before everything goes black.

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A/N: the title, of course, is taken from the lyrics to The Indigo Streak

#greta van fleet #gvf fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake gvf #josh gvf #daniel gvf #sam gvf #jake kiszka x reader #pirates #pirate jake kiszka

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chaifootsteps · 1 month

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Log Anon here

Now, usually when I talk about other anons I act like some sort of god. Case and point that unending search threat. But now, I’ve been inspired to use my shitty writing skills to make lyrics about how much that anon’s song sucked.

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ANON! Let’s start with the fact that this Rapper thought he was a genius.

Sitting there on a chair hoping that Viv would touch their penis.

Man, the whole thing is unreadable, agreeably irredeemable.

I’m filled with laughter that they didn’t think that grammar matter, making it damn unappeasable.

Here’s a lesson, never randomise where capitalise letters, it doesn’t make it better, make sure you fix this error.

Anon coming in here thinking their Chai’s terror, but you’re a joke so just give up the endeavour.

The damn block you wrote makes you a damn dope

As well next time you write keep the swears out or do you need some bloody soap?

Here’s things you should’ve realised before you started to theorise.

Chai speaks about Viv because Anon’s bring it up most of the time.

“to Survive or to live”, yo, Mr Potatohead, that line should’ve been cut in half since they don’t rhyme so I’m charging ya for this lyrical crime.

The irony of bringing up witch when you fail to spell.

The hell Chai getting caught for? Revealing pedophiles and workplace abuse?

I hope you know what you’re doing because hating that has no excuse.

You’re the damn fool, you drooling tool, for getting all blue because someone can live both on and off the wifi.

Honestly your likability is so low that when you visit, all of South Africa cry.

I’m seeing lines so unrefined, so horribly designed, that would make Shakespeare want to die.

I think the real freak is the one posted a mediocre rap to defend a bad show.

Every argument you bring up blows and annoyingly disrupts the flow.

Poor attitude? At least be brave and show your true account if you gonna diss.

You tried your shot at internet fame but too bad that by next month no one will know this exists.

The reason no one leaves the hate is because there’s still people who still need to learn.

Now where’s your next burns, oh wait, you playing favourites this turn?

Aw man, this is weak, you think you’re making them meek, you’re one weird freak.

Rhyming must be tough for a kindengartener, butthey know how to rhyme different words.

The logic you bring for Scienceservant name is worse than the smell of a pile of turds.

I ask the same question, is it worth it to do this when you’re nothing but absurd?

Damn, only a cuck can bother someone while trying to suck off another.

ANON! Why the fuck can’t you write?

You say Chai’s hiding but you are too, coward.

You act like you’re the best when your personality, scent and everything else are soured.

Boy, you’re the ending of Danny Phantom, bad, confusing, and an insult to creation itself.

Now go put on your diaper before you go pee yourself.

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At least this won’t the worst rap on this blog

From the ballpit we come and to the ballpit we will all return.

#Anonymous #log anon #image reply #viv stuff #actual blog post

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hannahmanderr · 1 year

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DannyMay Day 5 - 10 min vs. 1 hour

Words (10 min): 259

Words (1 hour): 1613 (FFN)

Summary: They say your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. Dash discovers that his brain has other ideas - namely, focusing on his bisexual awakening (post-reveal Danny/Dash)

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~10 min.~

Dash thought dying would involve more reminiscing of his life. All those golden memories that flash before your eyes, like in the movies. His first touchdown, his first kiss, that sort of thing.

And yet as he plummeted towards the ground and time seemed to move in slow motion, he found himself annoyed. Of course he wouldn’t get to relive his life’s greatest hits.

Of course he’d be forced to think about the one person he didn’t want to think about, the person who was supposed to be saving him right now.

He hated the thrill that ran down his spine when he thought about that person swooping down, sweeping him up, and flying off with him into the sunset.

Stupid Fenton. Stupid wind-swept dark hair. Stupid endless blue eyes.

Stupid bisexual awakening moments before death.

Dash closed his eyes. If he was going to die, he might as well just suck it up and face the music. At least then he could die knowing he wasn’t such a coward that he couldn’t finish what he’d started.

Alright Fenton, he thought to himself. You got me.

The ground was getting closer and closer now. He tried to ignore it.

Then, just seconds before impact, he was jolted to the side and he started falling sideways. No, wait. Not falling sideways.

Being carried.

“You’re an idiot, you know that, right Baxter?” Danny’s voice came through the rushing wind.

Dash could only nod mutely and wonder if his racing heart was because of the near-death experience or because of the rescue.

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~1 hour~

Look, no matter what anyone tries to claim, I wasn’t trying to fall off the building, alright?

I mean it wasn’t even my idea to have the junior prom on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Amity Park. I was only on the roof ‘cause that’s where prom was, end of story.

No, I wasn’t sloshed. And I wasn’t high either. I’m not an idiot; I’m not gonna do something that’s gonna get me kicked off the team. People just sometimes fall off of buildings, especially in cities that are literally haunted by ghosts.

God, I swear none of the teachers at Casper have a clue how to handle themselves and all of us around ghosts. Like come on, us students have been involved in way more ghost stuff. We saved all the adults that one time!

Ugh, whatever. Not important. The point is, I didn’t fall off the building on purpose. The ghost that came and crashed the prom just happened to fly right towards me. As I was just standing there, doing nothing.

… near the edge of the roof.

It caught me by surprise, alright? Like it wouldn’t happen to anyone else. I’m the most athletic kid in school, if a ghost can knock me off my feet, it can happen to anyone.

So yeah, I was basically falling twenty-six stories at breakneck speed.

Heh. Breakneck. You know, ‘cause landing on the ground would break my - you know what, forget it.

But yeah. Whoop-de-doo, this was how the King of Casper High goes, apparently. Being knocked off the building in a random ghost attack. During junior prom of all things.

Aw man, everyone was watching me, weren’t they?

I saw a flash of light from back on top of the roof. Thank God, Fenton was finally getting up off his -

Nope. Nuh-uh. We aren’t going there, Baxter.

… oh, who was I kidding. If I was gonna die, I was gonna face it like a man. Face everything head on, you know? Especially ‘cause my life was definitely not flashing before my eyes. Which sucked. There would’ve been some memories I would’ve liked to revisit. Like when I scored my first ever touchdown. That was sweet! Or when I got my car and drove it for the first time. Or my first kiss -

- argh, no! No, I was not gonna think about kissing, or think about Fenton, or think about his dark hair and how shiny it is, or think about that little face he makes when he’s excited about something, that one is so cu-

- I hate everything.

I hate this. I hated the fact that I was falling towards my certain death. I hated that I had been dumb enough to walk off and hang out towards the edge. I hated the fact that I was even at this lame prom in the first place. I hated that I hadn’t been able to come with the person I really wanted to come with.

I hated that the person I wanted to take to prom was freaking Danny Fenton.

There, alright? I admitted it. I could die happy.

Except I wasn’t happy. It’s like whenever I think of him, my stomach does all these crazy flips and stuff like I see him doing in the sky all the time, and I can’t tell if it’s ‘cause I hate him or ‘cause I… ugh, don’t hate him. I’m not going any farther than that, nope.

It doesn’t help that it’s not easy to avoid thinking about him. He’s in the majority of my classes, and beyond that, his stupid face is plastered all over the city. Heck, I walk out my front door and there’s a huge billboard with, like, “HOME OF DANNY PHANTOM” written on it, right next to his picture.

It definitely doesn’t help that it’s a really good picture.

You know, shouldn’t he have been helping me? It wasn’t like him to just abandon a civvie like me to the wolves. The wolves in this case being the concrete that was approaching way too quickly for my liking.

It’s whatever. He’s gotta keep everyone else from falling off the roof too, I guess.

Didn’t keep my stomach from doing a freaking trapeze act when I thought about him swooping down and rescuing me. And then he’d look at me with those pretty green eyes and tell me I’m an idiot and I’d sit there and let him because he wouldn’t be wrong.

Yeah. Whatever at this point, right? Not like I’d be alive long enough to live it down, anyway.

I was the idiot in love with Fenton.

Does anyone else know? God, no. I have a rep to maintain, you know! It’s not easy being me. Like I could ever be seen crushing on a loser, whether that loser was a superhero or not.

I mean don’t get me wrong, they guys on the team are like, super chill. It’s not like I’m necessarily worried about them beating me up for liking a guy or anything, but come on. Hundreds of other guys at Casper High and I had to pick on the one guy that was the worst for me to crush on?

And to be honest, I didn’t really feel like trying to justify the fact that I’d gone out with a bunch of girls before. Again, most of the guys on the team aren’t homophobic or anything, but that doesn’t mean they understand everything, like the fact that bi people exist. Honestly, I bet most people think I don’t understand the fact that bi people exist.

Look, I might, ah, help loser-types understand their place, but I have standards. I’m not gonna be a weird bigot about it.

(Also that concrete was definitely getting closer, where the heck was Fenton?)

Except for some reason, even though I was admitting this to myself, I could hear Kwan’s voice in my head, telling me that I wasn’t being totally honest. Kwan, who would definitely be the last person I would think would suspect my secret.

Which probably meant the voice was right.

Okay, so I might, emphasis on might, be the teeniest bit nervous about approaching Fenton. Not scared! Dash Baxter doesn’t do scared. Just, uhh, a little antsy. Like how I get right before a game.

Argh, fine, a lot antsy.

It’s double stupid ‘cause I have no reason to be. He and Manson broke up like, only a couple months after the whole asteroid thing, and it somehow leaked that he swung both ways a little bit after that. He hasn’t gone out with anyone since, which is kind of surprising, really. I would’ve thought a superhero like him would’ve been snatched up right away.

Especially with how I’ve heard other kids at Casper fawning over him. He’d have the lion’s share of potential partners.

… Oh my God, do not tell me this whole thing was some sort of inferiority complex on my part. I mean sure, I did beat up on him for the better part of middle school and our freshman year, but I stopped, and, again: I’m the King of Casper High. Who wouldn’t want to go out with me?

Apparently my subconscious has decided the one person who wouldn’t want to go out with me is the one person I want to go out with.

Well, no sense in worrying about it. The ground was getting closer and closer, and really, I was kind of surprised that time felt like it’d slowed down as much as it had. And of course, Fenton and that pretty white hair of his were nowhere in sight.

Just my luck.

I closed my eyes. Might as well make my last few moments count, right?

And so I started imagining how things would’ve turned out differently if, let’s say, I’d been able to take Fenton as my date to prom. We would’ve had a blast laughing about Brady, who had definitely been the one to spike the punch and then proceed to chug it. And we would’ve just hung out and talked about sports and space and the stars and anything else he wanted. Then a slow song would’ve come on, and I would’ve taken him out onto the floor and danced with him, hand in hand just like a real couple. His gorgeous blue eyes would’ve had that little mischievous twinkle they get all the time when I inevitably tripped over my own feet while dancing ‘cause I’d be so nervous.

And then he’d laugh and wrap his arms around me, and I would’ve pulled him closer, and we would’ve leaned in all quiet and excited, and his lips would be right there and -

“GAHHH!!”

Okay, I’ve taken some nasty hits during games, but whatever had just plowed into my ribs hurt like crazy. Was it the ground? Was I still alive?

A quick scan told me that yes, somehow I was still alive?

And it wasn’t the ground that I’d crashed into. Or, more accurately in this case, crashed into me.

White hair stung my cheeks as it whipped around in the wind.

“Jeez, Baxter, what were you thinking?” came Fenton’s voice. He set me down on the ground and fixed me with a look that sent my heart racing. “Why on earth were you that close to the edge?”

I couldn’t help it. I closed the gap between us.

His lips were cold and chapped. Totally different than any girl I’d ever kissed.

I broke it off. He stared back at me with his wide eyes. I just grinned and asked, “Wanna go to prom with me?”

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #dash baxter #danny x dash #swagger bishie #hannah writes #romance #fanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #look i just love flustered baby gay dash lol

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When he was five years old, I asked my son Steve what he wanted to be when he grew up. He said, "I want to be a cop, dad, like you." I told him to be anything but that.

(John McGarrett, 1x02)

Danny: Steve?!

Steve: Hey, babe.

Danny: Wh-what... You're gonna drive me to work with a squad car? Why and how you... hey, where's our car, where's Misty, huh? And where are your cargo pants... Steve... Why are you wearing HPD's uniform?

Steve: Cause I'm a cop.

Danny: No! Huh, yes... I mean, of course you are. You're Five-O, right? Five-O, Steven, not HPD.

Steve: Yes, I am.

Danny: What's that answer? Geez, Steve, what...

Steve: I mean you're right, Danny. I'm Five-0. And I'm a cop cause I'm Five-0. I'm a cop cause I feel it in my heart. But, you know, technically I... I was a Navy Seal just called a cop by people and...

Danny: And?

Steve: I did it.

Danny: You did what?

Steve: I passed all HPD's exams.

Danny: ...

Steve: Don't worry, I don't have to attend the Academy. Governor said that Five-O was my school of life and the best FTEP.

Danny: Whoa, whoa... Governor? Exams? Why the hell I know nothing, ha?! And why... Why, Steve? You know you're the best, you know we love you, I LOVE YOU, you know you don't have to prove anything... you know, right? All people call you a cop cause... you're a cop. As you said, your heart is blue. So... why? Please, don't say you needed another diploma on your wall cause I'm not gonna believe in that shit.

Steve: Okay… You wanna know the truth?

Danny: Yeah, please.

Steve: I… Remember that tape? My dad's confession?

Danny: How could I forget.

Steve: You know… He was right. Five years old me wanted to be a cop, so badly, for… for him. But he didn't want me to be a cop. He… didn't want me. You know the story, Danno. He thought Navy would be better. More safe? I don't know what was in his mind but I know he was wrong. Remember? I told you I started hating Navy after Freddie's death. But it's not a whole truth. I, um, let's say I hated Navy all the time. Yeah.

Danny: But…

Steve: Yeah, Super Seal. I was that, why not. What else I had to do? I… Look, Danny… I was a shit. A mess. A lonely Navy boy with his sad, very sad life. I was… empty. I was sure I would die like that. But once I found you and our ohana and… I wasn't empty anymore. And I became what I once wanted to be, a cop. But…

Danny: Yeah?

Steve: I became Five-O for him, for my dad. But soon I became a cop for… for myself. I love that job, Danny. I need it. It, it gave me a life. My feelings. All these people we've met, whom we've helped. Ohana. It gave me you.

Danny: *heart-eyes*

Steve: Yes, I'm a cop. And these exams… You know, I thought it would be nice. Like a… final touch. I know, it's stupid but… I wanted to do that. Hell, I want to wear the same uniforms as you! I want to represent you, my life, not my past, for all these festive days to come. And I… I wanna be a cop like you, Chin, Kono… Okay, mostly like you. You gave me so much, detective Williams, you teached me so much. Look, I will never be such a Sherlock like you but… You made me a cop, Danny. A good one, I think. These exams, um… It's like, um… a child-made card for you. This HPD uniform, this car... It's just for a while, it's a surprise, oh, that's why I told you nothing about it. It's just a one ride. At the office I'll become your Five-O neanderthal animal, promise.

Danny: Oh, Steven, Steven.

Steve: What?

Danny: What? I love you, you big child - that's what!

Steve: Hey, I'm not... I love you too.

Danny: So...

Steve: So?

Danny: It's a child-made card for me, yeah?

Steve: Yeah.

Danny: So I, um, I can drive, right?

Steve: NO! I mean... No, honey. Let me be your escort today, my sweet VIP!

*A few minutes later*

Danny: You know, just wondering... Why on Earth did they let you take these exams... You know: traffic violation, speeding citations...

Steve: Citations?! I never got one!

Danny: You should.

#h50 #McDanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #h50 incorrect quotes #john mcgarrett

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oh god i'm spiraling thinking about how this is going to make elaine feel after she hears asa did this as soon as she dropped him off! and beth and cara? danny and casper? stevie maybe being the one to find him?? IM LOSING IT

seriously i feel so bad for elaine, she has the least context of anyone in this situation. all she knows is that asa was acting weirder than normal and very secretive, then she takes him home and within hours he takes his life. she'll be rethinking everything he told her that day, i mean he literally said “If I can’t help anyone, then… I don’t know why I’m even here. I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be so useless.” she's going to feel so guilty :(

beth, who has been battling with herself over whether she should let asa be a normal kid with privacy and agency, and who only just convinced caroline to ease up on him a little. and cara??? this is quite literally her worst fear:

danny and casper, who both chose to pursue something for themselves instead of putting their family first like they always have in the past, who are terrified of being far away when their family needs them.

stevie, who convinced asa to look for finn in the first place, and who already has guilt over the way she froze up and watched a woman die because she couldn't jump into action quickly enough. stevie, who will have to be the one to intercept asa's parents at the door if the paramedics haven't gotten there yet.

jada, who we aren't sure how much she saw or knows yet, but the sheer amount of guilt she has weighing her down is already so so heavy. i can't even imagine how responsible she would feel for potentially being unable to save her best friend since the literal day he was born.

and finn??? the real kicker for me is that finn would/will be horrified when he finds out what asa put his family through, all for him. he got upset when asa did something as innocuous as burning family pictures, because asa's family loves him so much and he hates that asa has put such a strain on their relationship because of finn.

but i hope i've made it clear enough that this isn't really about finn. asa hasn't been cycling through antidepressants and seeing countless doctors since he was 12 for no reason; he genuinely does struggle with severe depression, losing finn was just the last straw. asa's ability to see ghosts has caused him so much pain over the years, but finn alone made it worth the heartache. without him, he feels entirely helpless. he's surrounded by people every moment of every day, but he can't connect with a single one of them. so while his motivation here may not have been to die and stay dead, i also can't say that he had a clear enough mind to be worried about the emotional impact this would have on the people around him. he knows that if caroline found his body, she would never recover from that, but even that is only a short-term consequence – he's not thinking about how his loved ones will feel in a week or a year or the rest of their lives. i can't really fault him for that. but the whole thing is fucking tragic :(

#personal vent incoming:#i wrote this whole story arc in my notes while i was in a good place mentally #but for the past month i've been.. not good lol #so talking about this is a little bit difficult but it's also cathartic? and eye opening #when you're that deep in depression it's honestly impossible to care about the future consequences of your actions #it's hard to explain but it feels like there IS NO future for anyone. there's only this moment right this second #it really feels like you're fighting for your life in your own mind and it's all happening RIGHT NOW. not tomorrow. not next week.#so... this was the perfect time for me to be reminded that people do care and there WILL be a tomorrow #and sometimes i need a little bit of tough love #someone once told me that suicide is like multiplying your pain and handing it out to everyone you love. that has always stuck with me #so if i sound like i'm going too hard on asa (or too soft idk) it's only because i've been there #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #suicide tw

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showing up in your ask box with my FULL government name on display to beg for scraps 5 hours late but:

prompt dialogues!

piarles (is there anyone else 🤭) and 19. "Come here, I'll carry you."

if the mood strikes, please 💕

Cara, baby. I hate to do this to you, but...this has never been done before. Have a drabble for miles away from places you have been - the Vampierre fic - for my racing gods sacrifice

Pierre assumes that Charles is avoiding the room because their house is crawling with people.

Sophie is the first to leave, kissing their cheeks, whispering something to Charles in a language that Pierre doesn't speak - isn't sure anyone alive still speaks - and then she disappears through the front door, kissing Max on the cheek and Danny on the forehead.

Lewis and Kimi are the next to slip out - but days later when Lewis says something about a flight and Kimi cuffs Lando on the neck and reminds him of the upcoming moon.

Max and Danny stay the longest. Nearly two weeks, which Pierre has to remind himself that two weeks is nothing in the grand scheme of everything.

Two weeks is nothing in comparison to the amount of time that Max and Charles have been friends - and the amount of time that Pierre and Charles were together and then apart.

Two weeks is nothing in comparison to the eternity they have laid out in front of them.

But, then Danny is finally pulling Max out the door, talking about how they are due in Montana in just a couple of days and the two of them are alone properly since Charles got his memory back and Pierre wants to be alone with him - wants to show him that his room is exactly the way it was before.

And it's not like they haven't been...alone. Charles was exhausted and could hardly get out of bed for two days after the ritual and so they spent a good amount of time curled around each other, but the place where they spent so much time together? The place that Pierre is most anxious to return to? The place that helped him hold it together and remember and believe?

They haven't stepped foot in that room.

Max and Danny leave and Pierre is ready to drag him upstairs - ready to push the door open and show him. See, Charles. It is exactly as we left it. I wanted it to be exactly as it was so that we could be here as if nothing had happened.

But.

"I am so hungry, Pierrot." Charles pouts. "You heard Max, I need to eat more now that my magic is back."

He reiterates that point by floating an egg into the side of Pierre's head before snatching it out of the air and turning back to his ingredient spread.

Pierre tries not to be annoyed, but it's radiating off of him. He ate already, and Max had offered to make Charles something, but he had refused and now -

"I am starting to take it personally that you don't want to -"

The egg explodes and Charles slams his hand onto the counter. "You died in that room."

Oh.

Charles shouts and Pierre takes a step back. "You died in my arms in that room and I don't want to -"

There's egg on his hand and there's egg on the floor, but Pierre steps into him anyway, cupping his face.

He understands now. He gets it.

"I didn't die," he says. "I didn't die."

Charles doesn't respond, but he does twist his hand in the front of Pierre's shirt.

"I'm here with you now, baby." Pierre whispers. "I'm here with you, I didn't -"

"I can't walk in there." Charles chokes out. "I tried when you were feeding with Danny, but I couldn't even open the door."

Pierre holds him close and he lets the absolute horror of the last few years wash over him and he knows that the only way they move past this is together - just as they promised each other - just as Pierre had assured him they could.

"Then I'll carry you." Pierre whispers into Charles' jaw. "If you can't walk into that room, I'll carry you."

Charles cries, curling into Pierre's chest, but he doesn't resist when Pierre picks him up, prompts him to wrap his legs around his waist.

They have to rebuild and it starts now.

#piarles #miles away from places you have been #my first fantasy fic and look at me now #i love you cara I hope you love this

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Anyway, back to Ara being chaotic -Danny Words: 2,001 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'I'm Still Here' -by John Rzeznick

XXXIV: I Do It for the Plot

Ara has a rope tied to Hazel's waist in case she slips. As usual, climbing up takes almost no effort, and she relishes the feeling.

"So..." Ara speaks. "Is this Hecate's big test?"

"Seems like it," Hazel pants. "Can you slow down a bit?"

Ara waits for Hazel to catch up. "And that farting rat is her assistant?"

"Something like it," Hazel says over the animal's screeching. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Ara replies, going back to climbing.

"Is it good, being a gods' favorite?"

Ara snorts. "Hecate's weighing on you, huh?"

"I just... it's scary to think that a goddess confides me with this job... but you have the whole pantheon on your shoulders. How do you do it?"

"I try not to think about it," she shrugs. "It amuses them, having us at their disposal, and if you give them a good show, they help you whenever you need it. I learned that a while ago."

Hazel sighs. "You know, when Percy told me about you, he said I reminded him of you—he was sure we'd be good friends. Then I met you and... the way you look at people it's a warning in itself. We're not similar in the least."

Ara laughs. "Silena, my older sister, used to say I was a good charmspeaker because I knew how to get along with strangers. I'm not saying I would've used charmspeak on you, but yeah, I was an expert at sweet-talking and making people like me. Percy was right, we would've gotten along if I hadn't changed."

"Huh," Hazel tilts her head. "Do the mist work in the same way charmspeak does?"

"If you have a compelling speech. Nico hates that I get what I want when I ask for it, but it's a survival technique. Hecate chose you, which means you can be great at magic, but you have to believe it. If you don't believe in your power, no one will."

Hazel breathes heavily, reaching the top of the cliff. "Ready?"

"I should be asking you that," Ara raises a brow.

Hazel glares at the man standing before them. "Come on."

This pirate dude with his stupid outfit, his dark hair, and the sea-green eyes no longer feels like a god-sent, he's probably sent by the arai. The moment they get closer, Ara's annoyed.

"Welcome!" The guy is holding flintlocks on both hands. "Your money or your life!"

"You're a son of Poseidon," she states with scorn.

The man laughs. "Indeed! Sciron, thief extraordinaire! All-around awesome guy! But that's not important. I'm not seeing any valuables! I guess that means you want to die?"

Why does every pirate in the world have to be related to Percy? And why do they keep proving that her brother is a miracle? Ara wants to be him so badly, but not even the ones from the same godly father are similar to Percy in more than looks, and even then he surpasses them! She's tired. Ara has to be her own person, it's time to accept that she'll never be like her brother.

"We've got valuables," Hazel steps forward. "But if we give them up, how can we be sure you'll let us go?"

"Oh, they always ask that. I promise you, on the River Styx, that as soon as you surrender what I want, I will not shoot you. I will send you right back down that cliff."

"That's a nice way to say you'll kill us anyway." Ara turns to Hazel. "Men aren't the brightest, but they know their way around technicalities! How about—"

BANG! BANG!

The girls jump and look at each other searching for an injury, Hazel's eyes widen. "Your hair!"

A chunk of Ara's hair has been chopped off at jaw length, the missing pieces are lying at her feet. Sciron's other gun is pointed at the Argo II.

"What did you do?" Hazel demands with dread.

"Oh, don't worry!" He chortles. "If you could see that far—which you can't—you'd see a hole in the deck between the shoes of the big young man, the one with the bow."

"Frank!"

"If you say so. That was just a demonstration. I'm afraid it could have been much more serious. So! You do what I tell you to, or I kill everyone. Celestial bronze ammunition. Quite deadly to demigods. You two would die first—bang, bang. Then I could take my time picking off your friends on that ship. Target practice is so much more fun with live targets running around screaming!"

"You're beatable," Ara notes. "Theseus killed you once."

"Theseus was such a cheater!" He scoffs. "I don't want to talk about him. I'm back from the dead now. Gaea promised me I could stay on the coastline and rob all the demigods I wanted, and that's what I'm going to do! Now... where were we?"

"Hazel, just give him the treasure," Ara scowls. "If I have to listen to him for one more minute I'll take his gun and shoot myself."

"Fine," Hazel crouches and the treasure pushes through the ground's surface almost immediately.

"How in the world did you do that?" The guy exclaims delightedly.

Hazel stares at the old prizes with a sort of defeated expression. Ara places a hand on her shoulder and absorbs whatever she's feeling. "Just take the treasure," Hazel says quietly. "Let us go."

"Oh, but I did say all your valuables," Sciron grins. "I understand you're holding something very special on that ship... a certain ivory-and-gold statue about, say, forty feet tall?"

Ara steps forward but Hazel stops her. "So that's what this is about?"

"Gaea told you about it," Hazel glares at him. "She ordered you to take it."

"Maybe. But she told me I could keep it for myself. Hard to pass up that offer! I don't intend to die again, my friends. I intend to live a long life as a very wealthy man!"

"The statue won't do you any good," Hazel tries. "Not if Gaea destroys the world."

"Pardon?" The man hesitates.

"Gaea is using you. If you take that statue, we won't be able to defeat her. She's planning on wiping all mortals and demigods off the face of the earth, letting her giants and monsters take over. So where will you spend your gold, Sciron? Assuming Gaea even lets you live."

He takes a moment, but then his lively demeanor comes back. "All right! I'm not unreasonable. Keep the statue. Just one more thing. I always demand a show of respect. Before I let my victims leave, I insist that they wash my feet."

"Mhmm, 'kay, give us a minute," Ara smiles, using her charmspeak. "We'll go get everything ready."

Ara seizes Hazel and pulls her away, as soon as they're far enough, she talks in a hurried whisper. "I don't remember the story well, but you know what he'll do, right?"

Hazel takes a moment to think. "Sciron kicks his victims off the cliff."

Ara nods somberly. "I don't wanna die touching a man's feet. If you make me die like that, Hazel, I'll come back as a mania and kill you. Please, tell me you have a plan."

Hazel glances at the rope still tying them together by the waist. "Unfortunately, yes. But I'll need you to touch the gross feet for it to work."

Ara groans throwing her head back. She watches the man waiting for them to return, a confident smile plastered on his face. He thinks he has this in the bag, which makes her angry... but gives her hope that Hazel's plan can work.

"Fine." She locks eyes with Hazel. "You need incentives?"

Hazel frowns. "What do you mean?"

Ara uses her empath touch, this time filling Hazel with confidence and determination. "I believe in you, Hazel Levesque."

The girl nods and holds onto Ara's forearms. "Once we get out of here, I'm helping you with the curse. I promise."

She sighs. "Gods, what kind of awful do I have to be for people to stop promising stuff?"

Hazel smiles a little. "You can't be a Jackson and expect people not to like you."

Ara kneels and scowls at the man's feet.

"Careful there," Sciron tells her. "I may have stepped on something with that foot. It felt a little squishy inside my boot. But I'm sure you'll clean it properly."

Ara looks up with intense hatred and Hazel acts before the girl jumps at his throat. "Sciron, do you have water? Soap? How are we supposed to wash—"

"Like this!" Sciron spins his gun and hands it to Ara as a squirt bottle, rag included. Ara doesn't even point out that it's a glass cleaner. He fixes his posture, looking ahead. "I'll watch the horizon while you scrub my bunions. It'll be much more enjoyable."

Ara tries not to think about what's about to happen. If Hazel succeeds, she'll believe she's falling, and for a moment it'll feel like she's about to die, which is not an unknown sensation, but it'll be hard not to fight it.

They have a plan, all Ara has to do is follow it. The rope keeping her bound to Hazel is still around her waist and she charmspeaked Sciron into ignoring its existence. When he kicks her (leaving a disgusting stain on her shirt), Ara falls and the rope around her waist vanishes.

She screams with terror, then the giant turtle jumps and opens its mouth so Ara closes her eyes to not watch what comes next, she hears alarms going off back in the ship, her friends scream, Leo wails her name... and then it stops.

"What did you do?" Hazel cries.

Ara opens her eyes and realizes she's still dangling under the cliff's edge. The rope keeps her from going further down, Hazel must be looking quite convincing in her distress if she's holding Ara's dead weight.

Steadily, Ara starts climbing back up.

"My friends will kill you now!" Hazel shouts, her breathing less strained now.

"They can try," Sciron responds. "But in the meantime, I think you have time to wash my other foot! Believe me, my dear. My turtle is full now. He doesn't want you too. You'll be quite safe, unless you refuse."

"Don't kick me," the girl begs.

Ara feels like a predator about to catch her prey, and it excites her. In moments like this, she can tell she still has some of the old Ara in her, when the butterflies in her wake up at the thought of proving someone wrong.

She draws out Almighty, turning it into a tranquilizer gun. Ara climbs until Sciron is in sight, he has his back turned, so he can't see her. "He's a sharpshooter..." She whispers with malice, charging her gun. "Me too."

"Stand and deliver!"

Hazel shouts the signal and Ara pounces using a crevice for impulse. She shoots at Sciron's arms, and he drops the one gun he had left. Ara kicks the man and topples him over, Hazel seizes her by the arm so she doesn't slip over the cliff again, and they watch as Sciron gets eaten by his turtle.

"I hate pirates," Ara picks up the gun Sciron left behind. "Hazel, is it okay if I keep this?" She turns and sees the girl has fallen to her knees. "Hazel!"

Back on the ship, Hazel explains what Pluto told her during the moment she fainted. It's not good news, but it's not terrible either, it's doable and Ara is ready to keep going. When the meeting ends, she approaches Piper.

"Can you do me a favor?"

The girl makes a face. "You know Leo was my friend first—"

"I'm not talking about that!" Ara blushes. "I want you to cut my hair."

Piper relaxes. "Oh... but I'm not an expert, though? I mean, look at me."

"I like your hair," Ara replies. "I kept mine long and neat all my life, I took pride in it, but it's impossible to keep it that way nowadays, so might as well embrace the chaos. It's either that or finishing the quest like this," Ara holds the locks of hair Sciron ruined.

"Well, I might be good enough to make the chopped-off parts look like they're that way on purpose," Piper grins. "I can't promise it'll look perfect..."

Ara places an arm around her shoulders, steering her to the bathroom. "I can live with that."

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Devil, meet Ghost

I wrote a Danny Phantom and Daredevil crossover! These two idiots have so much (fun) potential when making them interact. So I did.

Words: 5 171

Can be read on AO3!

Chapter 1/2

Matt dodged a thrown knife and cursed as he took in just how many followers of the Hand were currently on the street with him. He hated fighting out in the open like this and the only saving grace was how fast he had been able to evacuate the area so that it was currently free of any meddling civilians.

Well. Not all of them. He quickly cast his senses towards where Foggy was currently hiding behind a wall to his right to make sure he was still alright and mentally amended his earlier statement; they had managed to evacuate the street and get everyone to safety. Foggy had, of course, refused to leave him alone to deal with whatever plan the Hand had currently cooked up.

“Oh, shit! Are those ninjas?” a voice suddenly asked to Matt’s left and he whipped around to take in a teenaged boy standing out in the open and staring at the attacking real-life ninjas as if they were nothing more than actors in a movie. His heartbeat was far too calm for the situation; in fact, it was almost a bit too slow.

Matt cursed under his breath. How had he managed to miss a whole ass teenager?!

“Kid, you have to get to safety!” Matt called out in his gruff voice and the boy turned his attention to him. Why hadn’t he gotten out of dodge with everyone else?

“Wow! You’re Daredevil, right?” And he sounded so excited when he said it, so carefree. As if there weren't several deadly ninjas shifting their focus towards him at that very moment. One of which promptly threw a shuriken at the boy, who ducked with another, “Oh, shit!”

The boy still sounded much too calm, both in his voice and his heart. Either Matt was missing something or maybe�� Maybe this kid was a part of the Hand. He really really hoped not. He didn’t want to have to fight a kid.

“Hide!” Matt told him again and jumped into the fray in the vain hope to distract the ninjas so that they at least would focus their attacks on him and hoping he wasn’t making a mistake by turning his back to the kid.

Matt thought he heard the kid mumble something that sounded like “No way in hell I’m sitting this one out,” before he promptly stopped breathing.

Matt froze in place. The kid’s heart just stopped.

Had one of the ninjas gotten past him? Had one of them thrown a weapon that he somehow missed? He hadn’t noticed anything happening to the boy, but then again; kids normally didn’t just spontaneously die from nothing.

Matt found himself reeling.

He couldn’t believe he had failed a teenager, basically a child. A child who had been standing right in front of him. There was no absolving himself of this sin, and if there was; Matt wouldn’t deserve it. But maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to save him. He had seen people come back from the dead from worse.

So Matt ducked another attack on autopilot before sprinting so that he was closer to where Foggy was hiding. He instinctively ducked what felt like an unnatural cold spot in front of him, praying it wasn’t some sort of new weapon he would have to face, before making sure no one else was close by and then hissed out, “Foggy, call an ambulance!”

Foggy’s breath hitched and his heart missed a beat as he straightened up, no doubt to get a better look at Matt. “Why? Are you hurt??”

Matt almost snapped at him. Couldn’t he see the dead kid?! “For the kid!”

“What kid??”

Matt gestured towards where the boy had stood, alive and well not even a minute ago, but when he focused on the area he found that he couldn’t sense the body.

No. Oh no. What if the Hand had already taken his body? What if he came back all wrong? The thought made him feel weak in the knees; images of the dead coming back to life flashed through his mind. What if he turned out just like–

A punch connected with the side of his head and he shook himself to focus back on the imminent problem; which was several ninjas still standing.

Foggy gave a startled scream and ducked back behind his cover. Matt prayed the Hand hadn’t seen him.

Matt wasn’t usually one to get taken by surprise like this, but excuse him if he was a bit rattled since he had just heard a kid die right next to him. Matt cursed himself as he delivered an uppercut to the ninja that had gotten in a lucky shot on him and smiled as he felt their jaw break beneath his knuckles.

He had managed to get their numbers down somewhat, but there were still several of them left and he needed to finish this and find out what had happened to the boy.

He ducked a punch from behind and then instinctively weaved around something to his right, but despite being the size of one, it didn’t feel like a body—it was much too cold and suspended in the air…

Great. The cold spot was back again. Just what he needed; another variable in this already messy situation.

Matt growled and struck out with one of his billy clubs in the direction of the persistent cold–spot, startled when that earned him a small shout of surprise. From thin air.

That was—that was a step too far. He didn’t have time to make sense of that at the moment, merely sent up another prayer that whatever it was wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass just yet–with his luck, it probably would–and proceeded to redirect his clubs to the actual physical ninja that had tried to punch him from behind. At least that was something he knew; how to fight them. If there was one thing Matt had become depressingly good at over the years, it was compartmentalizing.

As soon as one enemy fell, another one took its place. But the rest of the followers of the Hand were keeping their distance, only sending a couple of their numbers forth at a time. It was almost as if they were stalling…

Matt frowned. Were they waiting for something? Or someone?

He should try to wrap this up fast then, because whatever it was it would certainly not be in his favor.

A couple of shouts of surprise went up in the enemy ranks and Matt crouched down when they started waving their weapons around in front of them, seemingly without a clear target. As if they couldn’t see their enemy; as if they were the blind ones. And then one of the ninjas suddenly crumpled to the ground. And then another.

Matt’s frown deepened.

Was someone helping him?

But he couldn't sense anyone else there, it was just him and Foggy and that strange cold spot that now seemed to move between the few remaining ninjas. And that was when Matt noticed that the crumpling enemies followed in its wake.

Was the cold spot…?

He tried to focus his senses, but what he found didn’t really make things any clearer.

The thing was in the vague shape of a person, made up of a wavering outline and several indistinct, shifting, limbs. But there was no heartbeat, no breath, none of the usual sounds he associated with another human being, with a living body.

It was as if he was sensing the shadow of someone, the absence of a body more than the presence of one; the shadow left behind.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a sudden shift in the air as something else arrived. Far too suddenly for his comfort and accompanied by the feeling of static that Matt associated with lightning. Otherwise, it felt eerily similar to whatever was right in front of them, only this one was as big as a grown man and not a teenager. And again; Matt was unsure what he was perceiving.

He heard Foggy breathe out, “What the fuck?!”

“Oh shit. What is he doing here?!” Matt heard an unknown voice say from in front of him, from the cold spot still hanging in the air.

He whipped his head around to face it, startled by the sudden voice, but before he could do more than open his mouth to ask for clarification, to ask who they were, what they were, the two cold spots moved, faster than Matt could really process. And then they collided.

Matt threw himself backwards, towards Foggy, as he tried to make sense of what was happening, desperate to at least attempt to protect his friend.

He could feel energy crackling in the air from some type of projectiles and heard two separate voices talking and shouting at each other, but he still couldn't hear or feel any bodies.

Were they people? Robots?? Holograms?!

There was an unfamiliar scent in the air, tangy and halfway between something rotten and the smell of sharp citrus. It reminded him of the energy humming in the air after a lightning strike and the smell of a morgue all rolled into one. It burned as he breathed it in.

He had never smelled anything even remotely similar before and it frustrated him that he couldn't place it.

It wasn't often that he felt limited by his lack of sights, but he really had no idea where to even start untangling the mess of sensations he was getting at the moment. There were too many new variables, too many unknowns.

Maybe he could at least use the chaos to try and find the kid's body.

“Ma—Daredevil!” Foggy suddenly called out, “Duck!”

Matt didn’t even hesitate before throwing himself to the ground. The projectiles, whatever they were, crackled as they went past him.

And then Foggy was next to him.

Matt pushed himself up off the ground and dragged Foggy to the side until they were both hunkered behind a wall before he gritted his teeth and ground out, “What the fuck is going on?!”

Foggy’s heart was beating rabbit-fast as he answered, “Thi—this is crazy. They are firing some kind of energy beams, and flying around everywhere, and–”

“Who are they?! What are they?!”

“People,” Foggy said before he hesitated and added, “I—I think.”

Matt opened his mouth to say that that clarified absolutely nothing, but at that moment he felt the sudden and horrifyingly fast approach of one of the crackling energy blasts, or whatever they were.

He didn’t waste any time before roughly showing Foggy backwards, sending him a mental apology for the bruises he was sure to develop as he landed on his ass, before throwing himself to the side just before something impacted where they had just been.

“Shit!” Foggy’s voice was shaking. “We really should get out of here.”

Matt got to his feet and helped drag Foggy up beside him as he shook his head and said, “I can’t just leave.”

“Yes you can. This is above your pay grade.” He sucked in a shaky breath. “It’s definitely above mine. Can you even see what’s going on?!”

Matt didn’t answer that, which in at of itself was answer enough and he could hear Foggy’s heavy sigh over the sudden sound of a streetlamp hitting the asphalt from behind them, followed by a groan from someone who sounded much too young to have just pulled himself out of a demolished dumpster.

“I can’t leave. A kid just died, Foggy.”

“You’re sure your senses aren’t messing with you? I didn’t see anyone and there’s no one except us and that goddamned flying boy and vampire wannabe here. All the ninjas that were left ran as soon as that vampire guy showed up.”

Matt frowned. “...What vampire? What flying boy?” Could they be the cold spots he had been feeling?

“The one that is currently beating the shit out of the glowing old man cosplaying as Dracula.” Foggy gave a strangled laugh. “God, what even is your life?”

“Language.”

“Is this really the time?”

His question was underscored by the sound of an explosion and Matt angled his body to shield Foggy from the debris as it rained down over them.

One of the voices, the one that sounded older, screamed something about “revenge” before moving away incredibly quickly and then fading from Matt’s perception.

Matt picked up on a muttered, “And of course he runs away with his tail between his legs. Damn fruit loop,” from the younger sounding voice and then everything finally calmed down as whatever fight had been playing out around them seemed to die down.

Then the one remaining cold spot–the…boy?–started to approach them.

Matt grabbed a hold of Foggy and dragged him backwards, not trusting whatever this thing was anywhere close to his friend. Foggy made a sound of protest, but Matt ignored him, focused on the approaching being.

He… he could feel it moving in front of him, but it very much did not feel like a person. No body heat, not heartbeat, and a whirring thrumming wound from the general area of where its chest would be.

It was strange, alien, and wholly foreign to him. He couldn't even begin to parse what could possibly make such a sound.

It messed with his senses in a way he wasn't used to.

Matt realized he had gotten used to things being somewhat predictable. This was anything but.

He followed the thing as it moved and when it got closer he readied his clubs and asked, “What are you?”

The thing froze, hanging completely still in the air, and after a few silent seconds a voice said, “You can see me?”

But it could only be described as a voice in the very loosest sense.

He hadn’t really had time to notice it before, but the voice echoed strangely, seeming to come from several parts of the …body? in front of him at once. The voice itself didn’t sound anything like a normal human voice should; all crackling static and layered tones. It wasn’t a sound that human vocal cords were able to produce and he was frankly not interested in knowing what kind of monster was.

Matt’s religious upbringing had instilled in him a decent fear and respect towards things that were unexplainable and beyond his comprehension, and he was fairly certain that this fell firmly into that category.

It was disconcerting and jarring enough that Matt found himself involuntarily flinching backwards at the sound.

Despite it all, and through his reeling thoughts, a slightly manic part of Matt’s brain observed that the voice still managed to sound decidedly surprised.

Besides, what kind of question was that? Why wouldn’t he be able to see…?

But then Foggy asked, with a voice that screamed forced calm, “Who are you talking to?”

For a second Matt thought that Foggy was talking to the thing in front of them, asking a nonsensical question to get it to talk, but then he noticed that Foggy was turned to face him.

Matt frowned. “You can’t see…?”

But then something must have changed, because he could feel Foggy give a small start, hear the way his heart skipped a beat in his chest as he sucked in a startled breath. “Holy–!”

“Hi!” the unnatural voice said again, this time accompanied by what felt like a waving hand. Possibly. It was very hard to tell.

Matt wasn’t that easily fooled by politeness, not even when he couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not. Only because the thing in front of them hadn’t attacked them yet didn’t mean that he wouldn’t, and Matt wanted to learn as much as he could before that happened. He repeated his earlier question, “What are you?!”

Foggy on the other hand… He placed a hand on Matt’s arm in an effort to push him aside, but Matt refused to budge. “What are you doing? Stop being such an ass!”

“That thing doesn't have a heartbeat, Foggy.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Hey! I’m not a thing!”

Matt wasn’t so sure. He tightened his grip on his clubs. “You’re not answering my question.”

“For goodness sake,” Foggy groaned, “he helped us!”

The being–the kid—seemed to cross his arms over his chest and the unsettling thrumming got slightly muffled. “Dude. I mean, first of all, rude. Second of all, I thought it was pretty obvious? I’m a ghost?”

“There’s no such thing as a–”

“Yeah I’m gonna stop you right there,” the kid said in a tired tone of voice and a deep sigh. “I’m not here to defend my status as a thing that exists. I just wanted to make sure you two were ok.”

It was really weird to talk to someone he couldn’t hear the heartbeat of and Matt found himself continuously tilting his head in a futile effort to get a better read on him. It felt a bit like talking to someone through a phone.

“We’re fine!” Foggy said with entirely too much genuine kindness directed towards this unknown. “Are you okay? He seemed to get you pretty good there.”

The boy–self-proclaimed ghost–laughed, a haunting sound that echoed down the empty street. “I’m good. Thanks though, not many people ask.”

Matt could tell that that statement sat wrong with Foggy and he prayed that his friend's big bleeding heart wouldn’t land them in any trouble. Not that the boy’s statement affected Matt in any way. Of course not.

And then, suddenly, there was a hand on Matt’s arm, cold like a corpse and utterly unexpected and Matt’s body twisted away before he fully registered what had happened. His clubs were back up and aimed at the enemy who–

Who stammered out a sincere, “Sorry, sorry,” and Matt could feel movement in the air as the kid raised his hands in the air in what he no doubt thought was a disarming gesture. But Matt had sensed the energy those hands could produce and didn’t like them aimed in his direction one bit. But at least it wasn’t aimed at Foggy. He would take what he could get. “I just wanted to see if you were corporeal. How did you see me earlier?”

What did that even mean?! He was getting tired of not understanding what was going on. It didn’t help his mood any. “I just did,” he bit out.

The boy shrugged and then he suddenly conjured more of the strange staticy energy that Matt had felt earlier and the strong smell hit him at once. He wrinkled his nose as he took a step back, making sure to place himself between the boy and Foggy and shielding his friend from the potential incoming attack. But the boy simply started playing with the weird energy in his hands.

After a few tense seconds Matt asked stiffly, “What is that?”

“This?” the boy asked as he raised a hand, the unknown substance seemed to drip between his fingers before fizzling out in the air before it had the time to hit the ground. Then he nonchalantly said, “It’s ectoplasm.”

Matt blinked. “Oh. That's what that smell is.” It explained why he didn’t recognize the smell.

“You can smell me?” the boy asked, sounding equal part appalled and intrigued. “Dude! Gross!”

“I'm not the one who smells like a mix between sewage, a corpse, and a fruit salad.” And cheap burgers, Matt thought as he wrinkled his nose, but managed to keep himself from saying out loud. Foggy had made it perfectly clear that people didn’t like to be made aware that he could tell exactly what they had been eating lately. Which did raise a good point; did ghosts eat??.

Danny kept on playing with his ball of ectoplasm, but there was a smile in his voice as he said, “Okay, that’s uncalled for… and also kinda cool.”

“Can I touch it?” Foggy asked as he reached a hand from his position half behind Matt and towards the boy’s hands.

“No!” Both he and the boy exclaimed at the same time.

Foggy snorted out a laugh, but thankfully put his hand down and away from the unknown substance.

Matt paused for a few more seconds, but the being really didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking them, so he guessed they were safe for the time being. He still didn’t relax. He knew better than that. “If you really want to help, there was this kid…” he hesitated, unsure how much he could trust someone he didn’t know at all, but really; what could it hurt? “There was a kid, over there. I think he–”

But Matt cut himself off when he turned his attention back to where the kid had been, still alarmingly empty of a body. Maybe the Hand really had taken him.

“What?” The boy gave a slightly strangled laugh. “There wasn’t any kid here! Of course not!”

A horrible thought occurred to Matt.

“How–” He paused, cleared his throat, tried again, “How long have you been dead?”

“Dude! That’s very rude to ask, you know?” The thrumming in the boy’s chest increased in frequency. “You–you can’t just ask that!

Oh no.

Matt took a deep breath and gritted out, “Are you the kid from earlier? The one who died over there?”

“What?!” The boy exclaimed. “No.”

Matt didn’t need to hear the being’s–the ghost’s–heartbeat to tell that that was a lie.

So maybe the boy hadn’t been lying when he said he was a ghost, after all, Matt knew he had heard the kid die. Matt desperately wished that he had been lying.

He could hear Foggy choke on his own spit from behind him. “You’re dead?!”

“What did you think a ghost was?!” The boy asked.

“I can’t believe this,” Foggy groaned from behind his own hands.

“So what? You just died?!”” Matt heard how incredulous his own voice sounded, but he couldn’t help himself. This was… a lot to take in.

“No, I’m not really dead. Or, right now I am, but—” The boy cut himself off, gave a frustrated huff, and continued, “It’s complicated, alright?”

Foggy spluttered. “It’s not though?? You’re either dead or you’re alive!”

The boy made a so-so gesture with his hand. “Eeeh, not always.”

Matt dragged a hand down his face. “How could you be alive and dead at the same time?”

“Weeeell,” the boy dragged the word out, suddenly sounding quite uncomfortable. “Maybe we don’t need to get into this right now?”

Matt hesitated. What did you say to someone who may or may or be dead? Even his religious upbringing hadn’t prepared him for this situation. “Are you… alright?”

That question seemed to take the boy by surprise and when he spoke again his voice was much softer. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Matt had a feeling that was as good as he was going to get.

Foggy dragged a hand down his face. “I’m glad we're all okay.” He winced. “Well, not counting the being dead part, but I wasn’t the only one who saw that other guy fight together with the ninjas right? Is he also a ghost?”

The boy groaned. “Yeah, he is. Even if I don’t know what he is doing all the way over here…”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “You know him?”

“Yeah. He’s been a thorn in my side my whole afterlife.”

Matt had to keep himself from flinching at the reminder that the kid in front of them was dead. Foggy wasn’t as subtle and swallowed heavily before hesitantly asking, “Why would a group of ninjas recruit a ghost?”

The boy shook his head. “The question is; why would Vlad work together with a bunch of ninjas?”

Matt guessed that this Vlad was the other ghost, and he had a sinking feeling he knew at least partially why the Hand would be interested in working together with a being that was still around after death.

Matt hesitated a second longer before he forced himself to say, “They’ve been known to dabble in… resurrection and similar things before.” He congratulated himself on his voice sounding reasonably steady as he said it. He had come a long way since… Well. Her.

“Right,” Foggy said with a wince and a pat on Matt’s arm.

“Well, that’s just great. Perfect,” the boy groaned. “Just what I needed. Vlad does not need more weird ideas in his head. Who even are they?”

“We clearly have different insights into this,” Foggy said, always the mediator and negotiator, even outside the courtroom. “What do you say to working together to try and solve this?” Foggy asked and Matt had to keep himself from hissing at his friend for suggesting something like that without consulting with him first.

Him? Working together with the dead?

But then he paused. He had already taken up the name of the devil, so this wouldn’t be that big of a difference, would it? Besides, he had a sinking feeling that the kid needed someone. He also had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t get out of this so easily; he could practically hear the excitement thrumming through the kid at the prospect, so he shrugged and said, “Sure.”

Foggy turned to the kid with an expectant silence.

The kid rose several feet in the air and exclaimed, “Yes! Of course! That’s so cool! I–I mean, yes. I would love to work together.”

Matt could hear the smile in the boy’s voice and he rolled his eyes even though they were hidden under his mask. He knew Foggy would be able to tell. He had always been frighteningly good at reading Matt, even without what Foggy called “superpowers”.

He didn’t particularly like the idea of teaming up with what was clearly a kid, but did being dead change things? He had no way of knowing how long he had been a kid, or if ghosts measured time like humans. But then again, from what the boy had said, the kid might not be a regular ghost. There were too many variables, and the hard fact was that he needed someone with information, someone who knew how to handle this new threat. Who had experience. And for some reason this boy seemed to have it. That made him their best bet.

So Matt nodded and said, “Then I guess we have a deal.” And then he realized that he had forgotten to ask a fairly basic question. The nuns at the orphanage would be ashamed of him. “Wait, what’s your name?”

“Phantom!” the boy–Phantom–said with entirely too much enthusiasm.

Matt blinked and carefully, unsure if he had heard right, asked, “Your name… is Phantom?”

Maybe he had meant that that was what he was, not that that was his name. What if he didn’t even have a name??

“Yes?” The boy—Phantom—asked, before continuing with, “But you can call me Danny.”

“Oh.” Matt blinked. Frowned. Tilted his head in confusion. “How is that related to Phantom?”

It was Phantom’s—Danny’s?—turn to sound confused as he asked, “What?”

“Phantom and Danny aren’t really similar names. So how did you go from Phantom to… Danny?”

There was a laugh in Danny’s voice as he asked, “Are you disappointed that I have a normal human name?”

And he said human as if he wasn’t one. Which Matt guessed he technically wasn’t. At least any more.

His senses were still getting messed up with the unfamiliar readings he was getting from the boy and he had just assumed he looked like a normal human except… ghostly. But the only references Matt had of ghosts were the kind you saw as a child or the ones Foggy had described from horror movies and he doubted either was very close to the reality currently staring him in the face. “No. It was just unexpected.”

Even Matt could hear the petulant tone in his own voice, not completely hidden by his gruff Daredevil-voice, but Danny just laughed; a tinkling sound that seemed to echo through the air and lingered for far longer than it should. Matt shivered. “Well, I’m sorry, but that’s my name. And I know you’re Daredevil.”

Christ. Matt could practically hear the stars in his eyes, even so; he didn’t know if he should feel worried or flattered that this being knew who he was.

Better change the topic. Fast. “How do we… contact you?”

“Oh. I have a cellphone.”

“Ah.” He cleared his throat. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Danny snorted. “Did you want to hold a séance every time you needed to reach me?”

Foggy laughed hard enough to bend over.

Matt felt his cheeks heat up, cursing the fact that his mask didn’t cover more of his face. “Just give me your number.”

Danny fumbled at his hip and pulled out what Matt guessed was a phone, which was confirmed as Foggy said, “That’s not a burner?”

“A burner? Dude, I can’t afford that.”

“You can’t go around giving out your real number to people!” Foggy exclaimed and he sounded genuinely worried. Damn it, Matt knew that his friend would get too invested.

“I’m dead! Danny laughed, but there was some strain underneath the words; as if he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but… That was a fair point. Matt guessed dead people didn’t have an identity to protect. That would be so convenient. Not the being dead part, but the not having to keep two different lives separate all the time part.

On second thought, he really shouldn’t be jealous of a dead kid. God, what did that say about him?

Matt shook his head and said, “We promise we won’t give your number out to other people. We know how to keep a secret.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

Matt rattled off his own number for the kid to enter into his phone and tossed Foggy his burner so that he could enter Danny’s into it.

“Gloves make it hard to navigate the buttons,” Matt felt the unexplainable need to clarify.

“Yeah, I can imagine,” Danny said with laughter and sarcasm heavy in his voice, the reason for which eluded Matt.

And then the boy said his goodbyes and left, flying away in the opposite direction than the other ghost.

Foggy and Matt stood in the deserted street, surrounded by unconscious people, and Matt felt strangely detached from it all. Too much had happened, too many revelations, and he was busy rearranging his whole worldview when Foggy clapped his hands and said, “Well, I guess that’s not the afterlife you had been promised in church?”

“Please shut up. Let’s just go home.”

“If I knew this was all it took to get you to stop this vigilante bullshit and go home, then I would have found a dead teenager ages ago!”

Matt punched him in the arm.

#dp #danny phantom #dp x dd #danny phantom x daredevil #daredevil #my writing

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