#clockwork threw him into the future but in the ghost zone because like

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the new addition to Young Justice, just accidentally made Impulse cry.

Whoops.

Impulse had been talking about a candy that had been in the future, that he missed a lot, that had no equivalent in modern times.

So the next time Danny was in the Zone, he asked Clockwork if he could reach into the future and grab a bar. Clockwork just told him that the timeline he was talking about was dead, but that the people from it were occupying the Zone if he skipped forward in time a bit; maybe one of them knows how to do a homemade version?

So he does that, with the help of Clockwork, and manages to find someone from that doomed and dead timeline that knows how to make a homemade equivalent.

He returns to the world of the living and recreates it, and Impulse is beyond ecstatic for both the food and the recipe.

Then he asks where Danny found this.

Danny, mostly human but having been something other for so long that the concept of 'Death' doesn't hit him the same way, cheerfully says he sought the dead souls of the future that had been dissolved and asked.

Now everyone is glaring at him and Impulse can't stop crying.

Shit.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #the souls in timelines that get destroyed still exist #and they gotta go somewhere #clockwork threw him into the future but in the ghost zone because like #ndb #it's candy and introducing it to young bart isn't going to cause the end of the world #if anything it strengthens his motivation to avoid it #barts crying tears of relief because he was SO SCARED that everyone had just stopped existing completely #but they exist in a different form #but he can't catch his breath and stop crying long enough to say that

[dekalko-mania]

D&D: By wastefulreverie: Lester, Mikey, and Nathan were standing beside him. Mikey was fumbling with three jagged-sided dice while Lester and Nathan glared at each other. Realizing that he was awake, Lester broke eye contact with Nathan. Awkwardly, he put his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Do you want to join our campaign?" he blurted.

Danny tilted his head skeptically, "Join your what?"

Additional Tags: Dungeons and Dragons, friendship, humor, [really enjoyed the irony in this one]

Making Something Out of Nothing: By wastefulreverie: When Ishiyama calls Danny into her office, the last thing he expected was to be offered a job.

Additional Tags: Post-reveal, Teacher! Danny, 

Tiny Little Pieces of Ours: By Bellovebug: Danny Fenton was a dreamer. A dreamer of stars, of galaxies, of spaceships and sunsets and snow. He was a dreamer of wildflowers in the forest, of messages left on the insides of folders set up to take a test, of Polaroids an unknown person has dropped on the street. He was a dreamer of the things that didn't matter, because the things that did scared him.

But dreams don't last forever. And when Danny is gone, he leaves many in his wake.

(Or, a look at Danny's death, and the lives of the people in his life afterwards.)

Additional Tags: Major Character Death, hurt Danny, grieving, Sam and Tucker Centric, [This one hurt so much, but is very beautifully written. Still hurts even now lmao]

A Play to Remember: By AppleScentedLazers: When Danny's drama class puts on a play and Fenton is cast as his own crime fighting counterpart, what's the worst that could happen? With a new villain rising and lines to learn, the people of Amity start to see that there may be more to their resident ghost boy than meets the eye.

Additional Tags: Angst, [interesting reveal concept! more in-depth A-listers]

I’m Still Here: By Cordria: Buried in the backyard, Danny's locked away in a forgotten Thermos. When it's finally found seventy years later, Danny is released and he needs to learn to deal with his new life. Can he survive what the future can throw at him?

Additional Tags: Angst [definitely nostalgic angst]

The Scrapbook: By Dragon Elexus: Fearful of Jazz's idolism of the ghost-boy, Maddie tries to protect her daughter by stealing her Phantom scrapbook. But the book sparks strange questions in Maddie's mind, and she finds herself stumbling on secrets she never knew existed. Pre-PP.

Additional Tags: Family

Exposed: By ADraconicScribe: A mysterious caller has revealed that the infamous Danny Phantom is half-human, placing a five hundred thousand dollar prize to the one who exposes Phantom's secret identity. Coupled with Vlad's disappearance, the ghost fighting, and all of the efforts to capture him, Danny and his friends must tread carefully if they are to make it out with their secrets, and their lives, intact.

Additional Tags: angst, BAMF Danny Fenton, Identity Reveal, Sam and Tucker are good friends, [I cannot stress how amazing this fic is, extremely well written, such an intense plot. Endless twists and turns, so so good.]

Maybe We’ll Find Each Other: By DP_Marvel94: Phantom, the adoptive son of Clockwork, doesn't remember his life but wishes he did. Jack Fenton, ghost hunter, lost his only son at a young age. When the portal activates, a newly half-human Phantom stumbles into Jack's lab, barely a painfully familiar blue-eyed, black haired form.

Additional Tags: Full ghost to half ghost Phantom, Ghosts think halfas are abominations, father-son relationship, but neither know they’re parent and child [very very interesting story, super cool concept!]

Katzenjammer: By DannyPhantomSG1, sapphireswimming: Danny's had enough. Of everything. But thankfully Tucker understands.

Additional Tags: Oneshot, Half Ghost Angst, Hurt/comfort, Friendship

Hope Can Be a Heavy Thing to Hold: By DP_Marvel94: " I woke up here, wherever here is, with no memories. He told me my name is Daniel James Masters. He told me I am a human-ghost hybrid, like him. He told me he is my father. But I know that’s a lie; there is no way Vlad Masters, my captor is my parent. I know I have a real home somewhere out there. I have a family and friends who love me. Too bad I can’t remember anything about them."

Additional Tags: Amnesia, child abuse, Diary/journal, poor Danny can’t remember anything 

Abigail the Tree Girl: By EchoGhost: Danny didn’t see his first ghost at 14.

Additional Tags: Haunted Amity Park, Danny has always been weird, clueless Danny

Just Fourteen: By aniura: Danny Fenton is an average high school student whose biggest worry is getting the grades needed to become an astronaut. That is, until his friend Sam convinces him to step inside his parents' broken ghost portal...Updates bi-weekly on Sundays. Covers Danny's time at Casper High before the accident and the month afterwards.

Additional Tags: Angst, origin, the accident, Danny is NOT okay, [really cool fic that fills in the gaps that weren’t delved into during the show] 

The Phantom and the Knight: By savya398: After two years Danny Fenton finally felt like he was getting this whole superhero thing under control. So of course something had to come along and ruin everything.

Additional Tags: Danny Phantom/Young Justice, DC Animated Universe, [little twist on Danny’s origins]

Six Degrees of Separation: By Miss_Nihilist: Valerie Gray was not one for doubt and regret, but that was before she fell in love — and then, promptly and without a second thought, threw it away.

She wasn't looking for them to get back together or even to automatically be friends again. But maybe, just maybe, Valerie could get a second chance at being a decent person. For Danny, for herself, and for all the mistakes she had made.

Additional Tags: Moving On, Post break-up, hurt/comfort, identity reveal

Three for the Price of One: By Marsalias: They had only meant to summon ONE ghost...

Additional Tags: cult, summoning

When the Kingdom Comes Calling: By blueh: The Ghost Zone population assumes that Phantom took the crown with dignity. What they don’t know is fifteen year old Danny Fenton just wants to graduate high school, is constantly ready to throw hands with an army of eyeballs, and absolutely will not be crowned the Ghost King without a fight.

Additional Tags: Not PP compliant, ghost king Danny Fenton, fluff and humor, reluctant king au, [so funny and so on character for a little shit like Danny oof]

#lets pretend its friday and not saturday ok lmao #Phanfic Friday #Danny Phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #fics recs #danny fenton #valerie gray #sam manson #Tucker Foley

[five-rivers]

Manuscript

Phic Phight phic phor @phantomroyalty. I'm experimenting with a slightly different Clockwork.  Sort of inspired by those prompts I did late last month.

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Once, there were half-ghosts.

Danny knew this, now, drumming his fingers on the hard plastic surface of the binder he'd borrowed from Sam. Written on one cover in purple sharpie was the title 'Voynich Manuscript.' It was, according to Sam, an untranslated 15th century work that had baffled cryptologists and linguists for years and years.

Danny could read it. It had been written by a half-ghost.

At least, that was the claim, and, considering that Danny could read this language he'd never learned, Danny was inclined to agree. He opened the binder again, running his fingers down the printed pictures of the pages. He'd been doing that off and on throughout the evening, ever since Sam had showed it to him, instead of doing his homework.

It was comforting. Strange, but comforting, to know that Vlad had not been the first half-ghost. To know that there were other paths to his future than 'bitter old man,' even if the other visible path was 'weird botanist.' To know that Vlad's issues really were Vlad's issues, and not half-ghost issues.

The book was about ghost plants, what they did, what they were good for, how to find them, and when to harvest them, complete with maps, time tables, and recipes. It was a sort of almanac, almost. A very out of date, almanac, true, and Danny was pretty sure those islands weren't arranged like that, at least not any more, but still...

And it had been written by a half ghost. That, more than anything else, was what kept drawing Danny to the pages. The author had barely mentioned their identity, skimming over their origins in the first couple of pages, but every plant had notes regarding how it affected half-ghosts in particular, every recipe was tuned for the half-ghost anatomy, with side effects listed for humans and ghosts as an afterthought.

Danny slowly leafed through the pages, occasionally pausing when sentences jumped out at him.

This book had been written by a half-ghost. It had been written for half-ghosts.

Once, there had been half-ghosts. Many of them.

What had happened?

There were a limited number of people he could ask. He threw the book into his backpack, shouldered it, turned himself invisible and dropped through the floor. He fell through the kitchen and into the lab, whereupon he slowed his fall to a gradual drift and set himself down lightly on the floor.

His parents were, of course, working in the lab, but they didn't notice Danny. He padded by them, silent, and snagged the remote for the portal doors from the table. After taking a moment to make sure they didn't notice the sudden disappearance of the remote from the table, Danny pressed the button and darted through the still-opening doors.

Safely in the Ghost Zone, Danny released his invisibility, which he still found tiring to use for long periods of time, and went ghost. Ghostly tail streaming behind him, Danny flew to the lair of the only ghost he could be sure had all the answers.

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The clock tower certainly lived up to the 'tower' part of its name, looming tall above Danny as he approached the front doors. Not that it didn't live up to the 'clock' part. It did. And the surrounding zone kept up the theme with all the gears floating around. It all added to the sense of foreboding about the place.

But what really pulled it off was the faint, persistent ringing sound that hung just on the edge of Danny's hearing, like that of a large bell that had been rung just a moment ago, its sound perpetually fading into imperceptibility but never quite getting there.

The doors opened as Danny raised his hand to knock on them. Danny always at least tried to knock on the doors, because the time he hadn't, he had walked right into them. Clockwork had a weird sense of humor.

"Clockwork?" called Danny, floating into the large main hall and searching the corners.

"Yes, Daniel?" said Clockwork, once again managing to wind up right behind Danny despite Danny's best efforts.

As always, Danny tried to hide how startled he was by turning and smoothing down his ruffled hair.

"Hi," said Danny. Clockwork smiled. "So, uh, I'm guessing you know why I'm here?"

"Yes," drawled Clockwork, circling Danny once, then floating away.

Danny flew after him. "I'm just, well, you understand why I'm curious, right?" asked Danny as they flew into a narrow hallway lined with time mirrors. Each one held an image of a different time, a different age. All the mirrors on the left were of the Ghost Zone, and all the mirrors on the right were of Earth.

"I do."

"So, you know what happened to them, right? All the halfas?"

"Of course," said Clockwork, stopping to face an image of a city that might have been London.

Danny drifted to peer over his shoulder. "Will you tell me? At least, what they were like?" he asked, hopefully.

His blood when cold(er) when Clockwork shifted to look at him. The expression on Clockwork's face was pure trickster mentor.

"Oh, Daniel. You know I like you to find answers like that on your own time."

"Yeah, um, I'll just-"

Clockwork pushed him. Danny tumbled back, farther than the hallway should have allowed. Heck, heck, heck.

He righted himself, hands going to his chest. They seized on something small and round. When had Clockwork managed to slip a time medallion onto him?

After a beat he processed his question and snorted at himself. Clockwork could have put the medallion on him at any time. That was kind of Clockwork's whole thing.

Danny looked around himself. He was still in the Ghost Zone (unless, of course, the Earth's sky had turned green for some reason), but the land beneath him spread out in all directions. There was even a slightly curved horizon.

Directly beneath him was a city. The streets were all covered over with blue cloth awnings, and the buildings sparkled like crystal.

Alright. So, Danny had a couple of choices. One, he could take the medallion off right now, go home, and have to learn whatever lesson Clockwork was trying to teach him the hard(er?) way. Two, he could stick around and (possibly) get the answer to one or more of his questions. Probably a lot of trauma, too, considering he'd asked about why the other half-ghosts were all gone, but he could take the medallion off whenever, provided that no one decided to phase it into his chest.

Were there half-ghosts in the city beneath him?

He wanted, needed to know.

Letting go of the medallion, he flew down diagonally, reaching ground level a good distance outside the city. He didn't know what the etiquette was for entering this city, but starting off at the gates was probably a good idea.

When he reached them, skimming along the purple earth, the gates were wide and open, the tunnel they formed in the wall carved with abstract swirls. There were no guards that Danny could see, and no one was going in or out through the gates, but Danny still proceeded cautiously. Beyond the gates he could hear the noise and bustle of a crowd, and, sure enough, as soon as he got past the first building he found himself in a marketplace.

This was not the first marketplace he'd seen in the Ghost Zone, and it had many familiar features. Unidentifiable glowing plants, glowing potion jars, glowing clothing, glowing powders, things with too many legs being sold as food, a lot of glowing in general, poison-bright colors on otherwise mundane merchandise, things that floated, rugs with kaleidoscoping patterns, etcetera.

The difference was that so many of the shoppers and merchants were human.

No, he corrected himself as he caught one of them changing forms with a pair of bright blue rings, they were halfas.

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Danny stayed in the market place and listened.

He listened to gossip and haggling and children playing with each other and begging for their parents to buy them this or that. He listened to merchants advertising their wares. He listened to a young man not much older than himself complaining about new powers. No one pointed Danny out as unusual, even when he switched forms a few times.

It was amazing, just seeing half-ghosts live like this. He wished he could talk to them, but although he could understand what they were saying, he had no confidence in his ability to pronounce the words.

It was just so peaceful.

A shape fell through the blue awnings stretched above the marketplace, tearing them and pulling down some of the poles and booths they were attached to. People screeched and shouted. Merchandise escaped. From the epicenter of the wreckage, a man stood, eyes flickering between sea green and toxic glowing orange.

"Lord Dimidius!" shouted one woman. "What has happened?"

The man's face was twisted in pain and fury. "Pariah Dark has declared war on us."

A hush fell over the market. Except for the chickens. Chickens feared neither man, ghost, or god.

"Why? My lord?" asked one of the men, floating forward.

"The Observants," Dimidius said, spitting, "gave him a prophecy that one of us will someday end his rule."

"Then let's make it true!"

"Time out," said Clockwork, putting a hand on Danny's shoulder. The scene froze, chickens and all.

Danny had been right about the trauma.

"Was this," said Danny, "about me fighting him? Did all these people die because I fought him, and the Observants saw that?"

"No," said Clockwork. "Ultimately, Pariah was looking for an excuse. The Observants wanted to give him one. The prophecy, as far as they knew, wasn't true. They made it up. Besides, Pariah doesn't succeed in taking this city for another hundred years, and most of the younger residents were able to flee to the human world."

Danny exhaled. "Really?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, you would."

Clockwork laughed. "Let's get you home." He opened a portal. "Other than the revelation at the end, did you have a good time?"

"Yeah," said Danny. "I did."

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2020

[ghostsray]

Ch14: Breathe

(first - previous - next)

Niel drifted across the sky, letting the wind brush against his invisible form. The city lights shone below him like stars on earth. As he floated along the wind, he thought about how strange it was that very few humans were able to experience flight the same way he did. Niel was born (or rather "born" in quotation marks) with his ghostly abilities and considered them a normal part of his life. Then again, most things about his life could hardly be described as normal.

As he flew, he saw the hard-to-ignore outline of Fentonworks, with its large UFO-shaped ops center on top. Seriously, the Fentons had a strange sense of architecture. He drifted closer and found a familiar boy sprawled out on the roof, gazing up at the sky.

A plume of blue smoke escaped Danny's mouth as Niel got close. Rather than leap into action, Danny just sighed and droned, "Who is it this time? That better not be Box Ghost again."

Niel invisibly grinned, and he moaned in his best Box Ghost impression, "Beware!"

He let his invisibility drop, showing himself hovering above Danny with his arms raised, fingers wiggling. Danny snickered. "Nice Boxy impression."

Niel landed cross-legged next to Danny's prostrate form. He traced his vision up to the sky, where the stars twinkled as if the cosmos were breathing. "Ellie said you like space."

"You mean you don't?" Danny replied with an eyebrow raised.

Niel gazed at the night lights in the sky. He had to admit, there was something comforting about them. Space was so vast, it made him feel small...but strangely calm at the same time. There was a whole universe that will continue to exist in spite of all the problems he went through.

Oh, great, he was starting to like astronomy.

"Ellie," Danny said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You mentioned that name before. Is it your nickname for Dani?"

Niel wrinkled his nose. "Come on, calling her Dani has got to get confusing at times."

"Oh, absolutely. But it's also hilarious. Like how--"

"There's two Hawkeyes?" Niel guessed.

"And two Spider-Men. Also two Captain Americas. And Hulks. And Thors. And--"

"Geez, how many doubles are there in Marvel comics?"

"Like a lot, you have no idea."

Niel laughed, and Danny smiled. He was still lying on his back, looking up at the stars. But despite his smile and his jokes, he looked tense.

Niel looked away and fidgeted with his cape. "So...how are things with your family?"

Danny shrugged. "My parents who wanted to hunt me down for two years now know that I'm the ghost they wanted to kill and are super duper guilty about it. It's a little awkward, but hey, no big."

"You didn't have to reveal yourself to them."

Danny sighed. He pushed himself into a sitting position and stared down at his lap. "No. You were right...back when we first met. You said I was scared of my parents."

"Oh...I did say that, didn't I," Niel said sheepishly, remembering the day Danny and he met face to face and Niel had tried to get Danny to ditch his family in favor of Vlad.

"That's the thing," Danny continued. "I was scared, as long as they were planning on capturing Phantom. I had to tell them the truth. It was the only way to allow myself to breathe."

"And now you're okay with them?"

Danny nodded. Yet he still didn't seem relaxed.

"Are you sure?" Niel said with a frown.

"I am! Sheesh. You're my clone, not my sister."

Danny was pointedly not looking at Niel. Niel tried to lean into his vision, but Danny turned his head away.

At first, Niel figured he was still tense about his parents. Then he began to wonder if Danny was angry at him for some reason. Did he do something wrong?

Then he realized: Danny was avoiding looking at him the same way he did back in the lab.

Niel summoned the spot of warmth in his chest and turned into his human half. As soon as he did, Danny visibly relaxed. He even let out a small breath he had been holding.

"You're scared of my ghost half," Niel said.

Danny finally looked up at niel. He bit his lip guiltily and glanced to the side. "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

He sighed defeatedly. "I'm sorry. It's not you. It's just...you remind me of someone."

"Is it Vlad?" Niel asked. He knew he had some of Plasmius's traits in ghost form, whether from the few genes Vlad gave him, or from unconsciously mimicking his dad's ghostly appearance. Vlad was the only one beside Danny that Niel knew he looked similar to.

But Danny shook his head. "It's not Vlad. It's..." He took a shaky breath and said, "It's me."

"You're...scared of your ghost half?" Niel asked, tilting his head.

"No! Not me me, it's..." Danny sighed and rubbed his face. "Sorry, this is a long story. It's a version of me I'm scared of."

Niel could definitely sense that it was a long story. He scooted close to Danny until the two were sitting side by side. "You mind telling it to me?" Niel asked.

Danny rubbed his neck. Niel could tell he was nervous, and he was about to give up listening to his story until Danny spoke, "I went to the future once."

"Because of Clockwork," Niel guessed. Danny looked up at him in surprise, and Niel shifted in place and quickly added, "I've heard of him. Ghost who controls time, right?"

He figured now was not the best time to admit that he had met the time ghost himself. Danny just nodded and continued with his story.

"Clockwork," he said. "He...well, his employers kind of wanted me dead."

"Why?"

"I kind of did something really bad in the future."

"It can't be that bad," Niel said. Danny was such a good guy. There was no way someone like him would do anything terrible.

Danny raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does causing the end of the world sound bad to you?"

Niel's jaw dropped. He waited for Danny to laugh and say he was kidding, but Danny was completely serious. Once Niel remembered how to form words, he said, "What?"

Danny hunched over, like he was trying to protect himself from the air blowing around them. His expression turned grim. "Apparently, my family died in that timeline, and that made me flip," he explained. "I...he killed his human half. Then the whole world. Even that wasn't enough, and I messed with all the ghosts in the ghost zone. I was...he was horrible."

Niel was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell Danny something comforting, but of course, he inherited Danny's terrible social skills, so what came out of his mouth was instead, "I look like your future self? But I thought I look younger."

"It's Plasmius," Danny said. "For some reason, my future self absorbed Vlad's ghost half or something. I don't know. Probably a part of his flipping out saga."

"And that made him look like a mix of you and Plasmius," Niel said. He felt his gut churn with guilt. No wonder Danny couldn't look at him. He unconsciously moved his hand to his ear, which was round in human form, but he knew how much pointier it looked when he was a ghost...more like Plasmius than Phantom.

Danny brought his knees to his chest and hugged them. "So, yeah," he said, "I was that bad in the future."

"But that's not your future anymore, is it?" Niel said, growing a little nervous. "You would never turn into him."

"No," Danny agreed. "Clockwork made sure of that. I won't become Dan--uh, which is what I call him." He buried his chin into his knees and said in a small voice, "But I didn't have a change of heart so easily. When I first saw a glimpse of Dan in Clockwork's time window, do you know what I first thought?"

"That he's a bit of a jerk?" Niel ventured.

"That his powers were cool."

"Oh," Niel said. "Yikes."

In the night's darkness, Danny's normally azure eyes looked almost black. They looked down as he said, "It's not until I actually visited the future and saw for myself all that he had done, all the pain and destruction he caused, that I knew just how bad I could turn up." He lifted his head from his knees to take a deep breath and said, "But it's fine. I'm over that now."

Niel was skeptical of that last statement. Danny didn't seem very over that, not if he still tensed up at the sight of Niel's ghost half. "Are you?"

Danny's jaw set, and he stated, "I promised myself I would never become Dan."

Niel could sense an unspoken but. Danny didn't continue, so Niel prompted, "But...?"

Danny bit his lip and turned his head away from Niel. "But nothing," he lied.

"Danny, I'm practically a carbon copy of you," Niel insisted. "I know if you're hiding something."

Danny winced guiltily and buried his head between his shoulders. "But..." He glanced at Niel quickly before saying, "But you exist."

Silence. The words seeped into Niel's brain until he understood their meaning, and once he did, he was filled with rage. "Wait--you thought I would turn into him?"

Danny threw his hands up and exclaimed, "What was I supposed to think? You were talking about how you were made to replace me--"

"I wasn't going to actually do that!" Niel argued, bristling.

"You were raised by Vlad!"

That shout seemed to echo across the sky as Niel fell speechless. Both boys were silent apart from their ragged breathing. Niel turned away, and he said in a tiny voice, "Oh."

He thought that he and Danny had grown to become friends. But apparently, Danny still distrusted him as much as he had since their first meeting. He bit his tongue and glared down at the streets below.

Next to him, Danny's breathing softened. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean that."

Niel shook his head. "No, you're right. I was raised by Vlad...I am being raised by him."

He heard a slapping sound and looked up to see Danny facepalm himself. "I'm so stupid--here I am talking about my problems, and I didn't even think to ask about you and your dad."

Niel clenched his jaw and turned his sight back down. He had been holding on to the tentative hope that Vlad could become a better person, but now, he wasn't so sure. Still, he raised his chin and said with faux confidence, "I think he can change."

Niel expected Danny to respond with skepticism, or worse, outright disbelief. To his surprise, Danny mumbled, "Yeah, you're right."

He looked sideways and saw that Danny had returned his gaze to the sky, but his eyes held a distant look to them, like he was thinking back to an old memory. Niel wondered what made him consider Vlad capable of change. Did it have anything to do with the future he visited? But that didn't make sense...Dan absorbed Vlad, didn't he? Or was that just his ghost half? Could it be seperated?

Niel's head hurt. He didn't understand anything, but he was too afraid to ask.

A quietness settled between them. He looked up, watching the stars twinkle and the clouds move with every breath the sky gave.

"You're not a bad person, Niel," Danny broke the quiet by saying. "Regardless of whether Vlad decides to change or not. And...I know you're not Dan."

Niel wanted to believe him, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized Danny did have a point earlier--he was raised by Vlad, and he learned some morally questionable things from him. Besides... "I almost burned down a restaurant today," Niel recalled guiltily.

He didn't need to look to the side to imagine Danny grimacing. "Hey, at least I stopped you, right?" He saw Danny shift in the edge of his vision and turned his head to see the other boy facing him, his eyes fixed intently on Niel. "Maybe we can both watch over each other, make sure neither of us turns evil. We'll look after each other...as brothers."

"I thought you insisted I'm not your brother."

"That was before I got to know the real you underneath Vlad's brainwashing."

Niel felt a warm feeling grow in his chest, but he squashed it down. Instead, he said, "What do you call Ellie? Your cousin?"

Danny appeared to be caught off guard by his question. "Um, yeah."

"And I'm her brother," Niel said. "That makes us cousins, too."

Through the darkness, he saw Danny smile. "Alright, then, Cuz."

They turned their attention to the horizon, where the slightest hint of red light was climbing the black sky. Was it dawn already? He had spent nearly the entire night awake.

"It's late," Danny said, voicing both their thoughts. "I should probably head back inside."

Niel was already on his feet. Once they were both standing, they faced each other awkwardly and shook hands.

"Bye, Cuz," Danny said. "I'll see you at school."

Niel groaned and brought a palm to his face. "I can't believe I forgot about school."

Danny chuckled. "At least you have the weekend to catch up on missed work. Maybe you can text Sam for help. I know you have her number."

Niel kept his hand on his face to hide the blush that crept into his cheeks. "Yeah."

Danny moved toward the door leading downstairs. He paused and looked back to see Niel still standing in the same spot, unchanged.

"Um, you can change into your ghost form," Danny said. "I can handle it."

Niel gave him a small smile and said, "It's fine, I just want to stay here a bit longer, if you don't mind."

He pretended not to notice Danny's poorly veiled relief at not seeing him transform. Danny disappeared into his house, and Niel was left standing on the roof by himself.

The high altitude breeze was cool against his human skin. He took in a deep breath, then let it out.

He had already known that his dad was not the best person, and neither was he. But could he really become corrupted enough to turn into a world-ending monster? Was Danny right in believing people could change?

Ugh. He was barely half a year old, and already, his life was a complicated mess. He really hoped things aren't always this hard or confusing, but he had a feeling they will be.

After a few more minutes of breathing in air and watching the stars, he lept off the roof and transformed, letting the wind carry his ghost form home to a father who may or may not have been redeemed.

#the month of may is over but im still tagging this as #dannymay #dannymay2020 #danny phantom #niel masters #danny fenton #fic #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #mine

[scientifically-strange]

For the sentence starter, pick a god and pray feat. Dan?

The weather man on Wanda’s favorite news station had predicted bright and sunshiny weather for that Saturday, but all they were met with was doom and gloom and other -ooms that weren’t good.

He may have been defeated when Danny was fourteen, but he had forgotten that even if he outgrew him, Dan lived outside of time. It didn’t matter if he outgrew him or not, not when he had the chance of coming back either way. The twenty-six year old halfa felt chills go down his spine as his ghost sense went off. He looked upwards, because the majority of the time any ghost that crossed his path were typically, you know, flying, and what he saw filled his stomach with dread.

Dan floated tall and proud, looking exactly like he had before. Danny was the same size as him muscle wise, and had a couple of inches on his evil self. Danny half expected his hair to be in flames when he transformed to fight his evil self. Thankfully, this was not the case.

“Well,” he said. His voice echoed, and was deep and booming just like before. He snarled as he spoke, barring his fangs in disgust. Probably due to the fact that Danny had grown up good. “I suggest you pick a god and start praying to it, because when I’m done with you you’ll just be a whisper of smoke, or a speck of dirt on my boot.”

“That was quite possibly the longest threat I’ve ever had the joy of experiencing,” Danny called back. It wasn’t-the Red Skull’s were much longer, but the witty banter was nice. In a way it kind of grounded him. It was his comfort zone, and a constant in his crime fighting adventures. It was something he could use to help keep his cool as he tangled with Dan, who had had hoped he would never have to see again. If he lived through this, he would have to have a conversation with Clockwork.

“I want you to get an earful before I strangle you until you die. Permanently.”

“Danny, who is this guy?” Steve asked. His foot slid back in a fighting stance, ready to launch himself at the evil ghost. Right. His friends didn’t know about Dan. He had been secretly hoping he would never have to tell them. That mistake might just get them all killed today.

“Oh-ho-ho, you haven’t told your little super friends about me?” Dan laughed. “Let me fill in the blanks for you, old man.” He turned to Steve and the others standing behind him, all ready to pounce on him. “You see, guys, as my old self hasn’t told you is that I’m him from an alternate future.”

“What?” Tony asked. He turned to Danny, his face in complete shock.

All eyes were on him. Danny refused to look at them. Instead he was glaring daggers at Dan, who was watching the Avengers pry Danny open with just their eyes. To him it was a marvelous show. One that needed popcorn.

“I’ll explain everything later, guys-”

“-Oh, I think they would want you to explain now,” Dan interrupted him. He used his ecto abilities to trap Danny in a force-field. He banged on the walls of it, using all the power he had at his disposal, but it didn’t even crack.

Danny yelled at Dan, but the Avengers couldn’t hear him. The barrier was apparently soundproof as well. They all collectively turned to Dan, but before the pounced, he held up his hand, gaining their attention enough to stop.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said. His fangs gleamed in the sun as he grinned at them. They looked over at Danny, who was using a force field of his own to keep Dan’s from crushing him. His whole body was trembling with the strain of it.

“Take one more step and he’s gone forever,” Dan chuckled.

“You monster!” Wanda called. He hands lit up a bright red. She brought them together and pulled them apart again, throwing Dan off balance in mid-air. That gave Tony the chance to fly up and tackle him to the ground. Steve glanced over at Danny, who was now calling upon his ice powers to prevent the force field crushing him. Steve and Wanda ran over. He used his shield and she used her powers, trying their best to get Danny out.

Danny was immensely strong. The Avengers knew they had only scratched the surface with how much he could do. To see him struggling like this, barley holding on and trapped-helpless-was terrifying, and it was not something Steve wanted to see again. He was sweating, and his limbs shook violently as he pushed back against the green walls Dan had made. Reality hit Steve like a ton of bricks.

This guy was Danny. This guy was strong enough to kill Danny. And Danny was one of the most powerful beings on the planet, maybe even the universe. He was the king of the ghost zone.

He had a very high chance of dying.

Steve hit the barrier harder than ever before, putting his whole body into his shield. He had to get Danny out of there because not only were they friends, Danny was the only one who could defeat Dan.

So he tried hitting it harder.

On the other side of the battlefield the other Avengers were having about the same amount of luck. Thor used as much lightning as he could muster, concentrating it all onto Dan. It was a big hit-only very few in any realm could take. And while it hurt Dan, it didn’t stop him from coming back up. Thor growled as he threw his hammer once more, glancing over at the captain and witch as they tried to free the good King.

Thor, in a split second decision, flew over. He shoved his friends away and grabbed Danny’s force-field-with Danny inside of it-and threw it at Dan. He threw it with enough force that it knocked him down to the ground, throwing his concentration off. The ball around Danny flickered a few times before completely disappearing.

Danny wasted no time.

He flew straight for Dan, not giving him time to breath or recover from the hit as he landed a barrage of attacks on Dan. He tossed him all around the air, punching and kicking him with ecto and ice powered appendages. Dan tried to fight back full force, and managed to get a good couple of hits in as the two flew higher and higher.

“This truly is a battle of the ages,” Thor breathed.

“I don’t care how old he it-he’s grounded for not telling us about this guy,” Tony said. He didn’t sound angry, just mildly irritated. Mostly at not being told, but also that couldn’t do anything to help the poor kid out.

The two ghosts were well above the skyline now, and were just two specs battling it out in a rage of blue and green. Danny gave an attack, knocking Dan back a great deal. Then, a crackling over the coms.

“Guys, cover your ears,” Danny said. They did so, and not a second too soon.

They saw the green sound waves erupting from Danny’s mouth. It was his strongest, most draining power. Nothing could match it.

Except for the green sound waves coming from Dan’s mouth just then.

They battled for dominance as windows shattered. The Avengers, despite heading Danny’s warning, were down to their knees by the sheer anguish of the sounds. It truly was impressive, and loud enough to make a deaf man hear.

The sound waves wavered back and forth from one side to the other. The speck that was Danny moved closer, closing in on Dan. He had been slowly training himself to last longer, and make this power stronger.

The sound waves moved closer to Dan, before finally hitting him full force. He started falling, and Danny dove after him. He latched onto Dan’s shirt and made him fall faster, flying them both towards the ground as fast and as hard as possible.

The fell for a good ten seconds before landing in Central Park, away from people.

Dust rose and got into their eyes and mouths. A giant crater had formed from the impact. Danny stood up, barely able to keep his legs out from under him. He looked down at Dan, who’s form started to flicker.

The air slowly cleared as Danny lifted an ecto-powered fist, ready to blast Dan should he find the power to get up.

He don;t know how long he had been in that crater before he had been able to stand. But as soon as his fist lit up, he saw the Avengers-his friends-running towards them. It was probably a terrifying sight, watching their friend about to murder his evil older self. But for the fate of the world it had to be done. Because Danny has seen that future, and he’s done everything in his power to prevent it from happening.

“Danny,” Widow panted as she looked at him. Then she looked down at Dan’s form. It was slowly fading away into nothing.

It only took a few minutes, but as soon as he was completely gone, Danny’s fist stopped glowing, and he fell to his knees.

He couldn’t stress how much everything hurt. His muscles ached and his throat was shot. He could barely keep his eyes open let alone his legs under him, so it was no wonder that when he closed his eyes, just a blink, he was on the ground starring up at a stern but worried Steve. There was an immense pressure on his chest as Steve pressed down. He was talking urgently but Danny couldn’t hear him over the ringing in his ears and the pounding in his everywhere. He coughed-a gross, raspy sound that shook a few of the others to their bones.

Then he blinked again. This time he was being carried bridal style by Thor. His chest was covered in blood but who it belonged to was a mystery to Danny. He mumbled something incoherent to even him, and closed his eyes once more.

The next time he opened his eyes, everything still hurt, but less. So that was a sign of progress.

He was in his room, looking at a sideways view of the NASA poster on his closet. He turned his head and breathed deeply, mentally preparing himself to get up.

He did so, slowly and full of pain, but he did so. His movements were stiff as he moved to his closet, grabbing an old shirt and throwing it over his head. He was already wearing some sweatpants, so no need to worry about that kind of excruciating effort. Whoever had changed him into those deserved a room full of puppies.

We slowly walked down the halls and to the elevator, trying not to mess with the bandages wrapped around his arms and torso and hands. He felt like a mummy in them, but if he was hurt enough to even have them then so be it.

When the elevator dinged, he painfully made his way to the kitchen, scratching at his bed head with his bandaged hand. He needed food. Coffee. Maybe a nap. Just as long as it wasn’t toast, he didn’t care.

When he got there Steve, Tony, and Thor were sitting around. Steve and Thor were nursing coffee or tea, while Tony was three fingers of whiskey in his palm. Danny had a feeling he was part of the reason he was day drinking.

“He lives!” Thor cried cheerfully, raising his glass to Danny.

“Uh, sort of, I guess,” Danny said. It hurt to talk, and his voice was hoarse and raspy. Barely audible to even him. “Um, just to start off, I’m sorry I never told you about him...” Danny trailed off before giving a thick couple of coughs. The next couple of days were going to be hell when he talked, he just knew.

“Yeah, about that,” Tony started. He waved Danny over, and Danny walked over, taking the seat in between him and Steve, who passed him a glass of lukewarm chocolate milk. He nodded his thanks and sat back, not looking anyone in the eye just yet.

“You mind telling us that story?” Steve asked. There was almost an edge to his voice. He was worried, and pissed probably. Rightfully so, in Danny’s mind. He scratched his head again, this time out of nervous habit.

“It’s a long story, so get comfortable.”

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Sorry this took so long, my jobs and college have got me by my nonphysical balls. Also I finally saw Infinity War and I cried. So. 

Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!