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blood, ectoplasm, and thicker things by mystyrust
Summary:
Why was his voice not working?? His hands, his feet, his –!
And that realization – that he was no longer in control of his body, the core of his life – was the scariest of all.
After a ghost fight, Danny’s body morphs in ways he can’t understand. He tries dealing with it by himself, until he can't hide his melting core anymore.
@ecto-implosion here we goOoOO!
This event was such a blast and sharing it with my awesome partner @mystyrust made it even more fun!
A bit of story behind the art: the idea came to me this summer after the nth heatwave that had hit my country. The "I feel like melting" kind of heat. So inspiration struck me: what would happen if an Ice Core was vulnerable to heat?
Thus the first pic was born!
Second pic under the cut that is kinda spoiler-y of the ending, so I decided to hide it... (≧▽≦)
This one came to me later for my need of a happy ending (I can't really go without it, sue me).
Water is so hard to paint, why didn't anyone warn me about it?? (≧▽≦)
#danny phantom#ectoimplosion#ectoimplosion23#ei art#tw gore#tw eyes#tw teeth#tw ectoplasm#angst#angst with a happy ending#the dragon draws#phandom#mystyrust#fic rec#collab#yeeeeeehhh#i'm so hyped
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ghost of your past
Summary:
Walker was up to his last straw when Danny broke a precious mug gifted to him by his daughter on his last Father's day as a living man.
He didn't expect to lose more than his patience chasing the punk, but then, out of nowhere, he reunited with the mug's creator.
based on @mystyrust's prompt "Walker attacks amity park and maddie recognizes her father/ grandfather/ancestor" and @ectoplasmicsoda's prompt "Walker and the terrible, horrible, no good day."
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Oh, that little punk. Walker was gonna toss him in the slammer and throw away the key, mark his words. The little half-human abomination was going to pay.
Walker had left his guards to scour the town. Told them to leave no rock unturned until they found the brat, but it seemed he hadn’t needed to bother.
“Walker! Look, uh, buddy, this isn’t a good time—”
“I. Dont. Care.” He moved closer, grabbing the ghost boy by the throat. “You’ve gone too far this time. Putting aside starting a second riot in my prison followed by the subsequent jailbreak of the entirety of the ghost criminal underworld,”—he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low whisper—“that was a one of a kind mug my kid gave me for my last Father’s day. That was my last physical memory of her and you are gonna pay dearly for breaking it.”
“Danny? Sweetie, where’d you go? I know getting anti ghost possession shots can be a bit scary, but—” A loud inhale. Walker rolled his eyes, turning back to look into the stunned face of a woman who looked starkly like his wife. When he was still alive to have one. “...Pa?”
Walker raised a brow. He looked the woman up and down, the blue and black hazmat suit looking about as stupid as the brat’s, pausing briefly on her dark, red-brown hair. Probably one of those ghost hunters who loved to mess things up, then. “Do I know you, ma’am?”
From one second to the next, her open shock changed to a very familiar scrunched up nose. “What the hell, Pa? You don’t recognize me and you’re going around strangling children now?!”
Recognition struck him. “Madeline!” he shouted, a smile growing on his face. He dropped the ghost brat and rushed over to sweep her into his arms. “Oh, hun, I’ve missed you so—”
Maddie dodged him and moved around to coo at the brat, turning his head at different angles to look at the beginnings of bruises Walker left.
“You’re kidding,” he said. “Do you know who he is?”
The brat abruptly froze as Maddie growled, “I don’t joke about things like this.”
Walker clenched his fists, stalking forward. “That little abomination was the one who—!”
“Do not call him an abomination!” She stood quickly, standing in front of the brat as he massaged his throat with a pitiful look. The moment Maddie’s back was turned, the boy stuck his tongue out at him. “He’s my baby boy and your grandson!”
“He’s your what?!” Is this a joke? This had to be a joke. Please, dear Ancients let it be a joke.
Maddie put her hands on her hips. “Pa, please, I know you don’t usually like my partners, but don’t be a pest about this.”
“Don’t be a—” He stomped right up to Maddie. “Don’t throw my past words back at me, Cookie!”
“Well, can you blame me?” She threw her hands in the air. “I waited years to be able to do it and then you kick the bucket!”
He shook his head. “Whatever. I don’t care about your taste in idiot partners right now! I care about this little punk, breaking the mug you got me for my last Father’s day!” She stared at him, unimpressed. “He broke your mug!” he repeated, indignant. “It was my favourite one!”
Maddie scoffed. “That mug was a piece of shit and we both know it. You’ve never drank out of it in your life.” Didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate fine art. And he’d seen the hours she put into learning how to use the pottery wheel. Or rather, he’d heard her frustrated screams through the walls. “And I heard what you said to Danny; your last physical memory of me? Really? I don’t suppose you only have one physical memory of Alicia?” Walker’s code of avoiding lies as much as possible was really working against him here. Maddie scoffed. “Of course. Of course!”
“Kiddo, I didn’t—”
“Don’t call me ‘Kiddo’.” She glared at him. “I am in my early 40’s. And I have not seen you in over three decades.” Was she really that old already? He was surprised she wasn’t bragging about having lived longer than him. “I will not allow you to diminish my opinion and call me a child.”
Walker hedged, “But you’re still my little lemon cookie—”
Maddie threw her arms up. “I’m married now! I have kids! Two of them! One of them is going off to college soon!”
“I don’t know what that brat’s told you, but there’s no way he’s related—” Walker blinked. “Did you say ‘two kids’?”
“Yes! Jazz—Jasmine. Our oldest child and a wonderful daughter.” Maddie smiled, pulling out her wallet. “She’s got her whole life planned out ahead of her. We’re still a little worried—you know what happens to Walker girls when they try to plan out their lives.” She chuckled a little as she handed over a long sectioned plastic with small photos, folding it up in a way to show off a picture of a girl with Maddie’s red hair and speaking at a podium, her face bright and smiling.
Walker took the photo in hand, staring at the little girl he knew nothing about, given by his own little girl that he was supposed to know everything about.
“Or,”—Maddie sighed—“I guess you wouldn’t know.”
“Know what?” he asked softly, tracing the picture over with his eyes. Jasmine had Delilah’s nose.
“Well, you know how I was doing a biology and chemistry double major and going to go to medical school? And Alicia was going to marry her high school sweetheart?” He nodded faintly. “I switched into an experimental ecto-biology program and Ally’s divorced now, living on her own in Arkansas.” She chuckled weakly.
Walker’s head snapped up. “What?!” He blinked a bit, turning back to stare at the unfamiliar picture. “What?” he repeated, softer.
“It’s—I mean, I finished my degree eventually and Ally finished trade school—” She huffed through her nose. “But we can catch up and talk all about it later, okay? Preferably with Ally. Maybe we can all meet up and have a picnic by mom’s grave.”
“Mom’s grave?” He parrotted, a terrible ache running through him. Dear Ancients, he hadn’t even considered that Delilah was anything other than alive.
“I promise I’ll tell you later, but more importantly—
“What happened to you, Pa? Where did you go?” Maddie asked. “We thought you’d died. Mom and me and Ally, we all buried you—mourned you. What—What happened?”
Walker furrowed his temporary brows. “What do you mean? I did die.”
“But how are you here? Was it temporary? Did—” She gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. “Did we bury you alive?”
“No! Isn’t it obvious I’m—” He gestured down at himself, pausing as he noticed the illusory skin and clothing. Huh, seemed like he’d forgotten to take off his disguise to fool the ghost hunters roaming around shooting at his boys. Now it made sense why Maddie recognized him so quickly.
He should… probably take off the illusory charm. It wouldn’t do to get used to a fake human disguise, especially one as accurate as this.
Out of the corner of his eye, the punk was slowly crawling out the other end of the alley. “And where do you think you’re going?” Walker tried to storm past Maddie, but she held firm.
Maddie snatched the photos from Walker’s hand. “Pa, I’m glad you’re alive, but I don’t take threats to my children lightly.”
He scowled and when he looked back, he noticed a distinct lack of annoying ghost boy. “Darn it, you let the punk escape.”
Maddie glanced behind her and sighed. “Oh, would you quit with the overdramatics?” She shook her head. “It’s always the same with you: ‘This town is full of criminals! You can’t just go out on your own in broad daylight!’ without any further thought and entertaining no other opinions or research other than your own.”
“Our town was full of criminals! I was nearly ‘bout to prove it too, before I was murdered!”
She raised an eyebrow. “You mean when you barged into Ms. Garrison’s house when she was a few minutes late to the county fair? When you knocked down every door, tore her house apart, and then fell through the part of her second story that was under construction to brain yourself on the floor?”
“How do you—” He coughed. “There was surely someone holding her hostage and I was going to be the hero—” he coughed again. “I needed to rescue her. Clearly the perpetrator spread false rumours so they could get away scot-free. And Ms. Garrison already had a faulty memory!
“Cookie, I never meant to leave y’all, you have to know that. I was trying to do good.” Maddie searched his eyes a moment and he kept himself still, a brief hope flickering in his chest.
“Y’know, Pa,”—her face softened, the bags under her eyes looking heavier, more pronounced, and looking at him like Delilah had in those last years he was alive: resigned, tired, pitying—“I almost believed you.”
She turned around, making to leave. He reached out, suddenly desperate to make her stay. “Cookie—Maddie, please.”
“I need to find my son and take care of him.” She tore her wrist from his grip. “Have a good life, Hardy.”
Walker stood there, stunned. Unable to tear his gaze away as his daughter—alive and whole and independent in an entirely new way—strode out of the alley, leaving one ghost for another.
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If you don't mind sharing, what were some of your favorite bnha fics you read in 2023?
Sure! Sounds super fun!
my mother cut a hole in the air (and vanished into it) by ghostwriterofthemachine
Todoroki Fuyumi character study where she gives herself an angst haircut.
There is no love that is not an echo by LenaTheOddity
Shinsou brainwashes All Might to send him into the vestige dreamscape of OFA so that he can talk to Shimura Nana.
water under the bridge by orphan_account
Midoriya and Bakugou go back to the log bridge and it’s super nostalgic—this fic has ideal vibes.
wet matches, heavy summers by notreally
I read this fic so many times before going to bed when I had exams coming up, its such ideal whump hurt/comfort.
Gauntlet Thrown by pikahlua
Future fic where Aizawa interviews Bakugou who is applying for a job at UA. It’s so funny they are in a psychological battle the entire time.
suspend disbelief by mystyrust
Quite possibly the best use of html in a fic I’ve ever seen, also a cool meta commentary on the process of growing as a writer.
incredible things by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid
5 + 1 about Aizawa teaching Eri how to control her quirk and their relationship developing.
unconditional within reason by konan_konan for Effervescent_Gem
Uraraka and Midoriya and I have no idea how to keep describing it without spoiling it. It’s good and you should read it.
Throw The Last Door Open by the_crownless_queen for Withstarryeyes
Bakugou and Midoriya try to visit All Might inthe hospital, but the elevator breaks and the shenanigans do not slow down from there.
Operation Cheer Up Kacchan! by blossomshed
Kirishima and Kaminari keep asking Midoriya for advice for cheering up Bakugou, but everything Midoriya suggests keeps backfiring despite being well thought out—a whole comedy of errors ensues.
after whiskey, saint anthony always gets mean by ArsenicInYourPudding
Midoriya is found after being kidnapped but doesn’t remember the last several years, so Bakugou has to act like his younger self in order to convince Midoirya he’s with people he knows and not under some kind of illusion quirk.
Heavenly River by vannahoneshots (vannahfanfics)
Bakugou and Midoriya go to a festival—there’s lots of cool descriptions and details!
Also check out my ao3 bookmarks if you want more recs!
#bnha#bnha fanfic#bnha fanfic recs#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#aizawa shouta#todoroki fuyumi#uraraka ochako#eri#hey! griffin!
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Masterpost of AO3 Skins
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You don’t need to code iOS, because 221b_ee made a generator for it
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The Ghost of a Star
fanfiction
ao3
word count: 1420
Lancer discovers one of his students is a ghost. @mystyrust
another ghost farm fic idk if this is exactly what i wanted it to be like but
Lancer sighed as he heavily sat down on his couch. He had been trying to keep his mind off of everything that was happening in Amity Park by grading some of the last assignments he had collected from his students before they canceled school. It had been working but when he reached Sam Manson’s paper, his heart did a somersault in his chest and he decided he needed a break. Perhaps grading the papers of his missing students wasn’t the best distraction.
Star had been missing for a month now. Then it was Paulina. One by one Lancer had to watch his students disappear while he could do nothing about it. Even when school was canceled and curfews were put into place, students still went missing. Even just today he heard from Jack and Maddie Fenton that their son was missing. They called him frantically, asking if he had seen him at all, if Danny had come to talk to him for any reason.
Danny didn’t really have any reasons to come see Lancer at home, and he knew the Fentons were reaching. Hoping against anything that their son wasn’t among those that were taken.
It had only been a few hours since Danny went missing. He supposed only time would tell if he really was taken or not. He always seemed to be running away and disappearing. It was hard to say with him.
Lancer sighed and reached forward to grab the remote off of the coffee table. He turned on the tv and started flicking through channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Something to hopefully get his mind off of this again.
He quickly changed between channels and he saw something on the news that caught his eye but he changed the channel again before he could think about it. Going back to the previous channel, he set the remote down and listened to what the news reporter was saying.
“The GIW always spoke about how they were the heroes of this town. They were concerned with our safety and vowed to do everything they could to protect us from the ghosts that were invading Amity Park.”
Lancer’s lip curled. The GIW always rubbed him the wrong way. They used their government positions in a way to strike fear into people that didn’t want to cooperate. And they attacked Phantom every chance they got. It didn’t sit right with him.
“Earlier today it was discovered that the GIW were the ones responsible for the disappearances of every teenager that has gone missing in the last couple weeks. It was said that they…”
The news reporter's voice faded away as Lancer processed what she was saying. The GIW? The GIW were kidnapping all those kids? Why? What reasons could they possibly have for doing something like that?
“... appears that the students were experimented on.”
Lancer’s head snapped back up to the tv. Experimented on? To kill a mockingbird!
“Many of the students that had disappeared made it out of the GIW research compound alive, though not without side effects. A number of students did not make it through the studies that the GIW conducted.”
Lancer sat there, his heartbeat speeding up as he waited for her to tell them who had died. Which of his students didn’t make it out of those horrible experiments that they were forced to go through. It made him angry. He wished the GIW had never come to Amity Park. Those kids didn’t deserve that.
She did not disclose the names of the kids that died. Feeling heavy, he turned the tv back off and decided maybe it would be best if he just went to sleep.
At least it was all over now.
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It was a somber day today.
They were holding a memorial for the kids who had died inside the compound. It was something the students wanted to arrange, to pay memory and respects to their passed classmates.
Lancer had finally learned the names of the kids who had died. Many of them were kids he didn’t get the chance to teach. But there were a few names he recognized. Mikey, Kyle, Star.
They had all been good kids. He felt sick that they had gotten caught up in anything like this. Their lives had been cut too short. While he was glad it was stopped when it was, he would wish for more than anything that it had stopped sooner. Or never happened at all.
Lancer pulled into the parking lot of the school and turned his car off. He sat there for a moment, staring out his windshield at the gray clouds. The first few drops fell and landed on the windows. How fitting that it always rained on days like this.
He stepped out of his car and made sure to lock it. He wanted to make it last as long as possible before he arrived. He wanted to pay his respects, but he was also dreading it.
He slowly walked to where the big group of students, parents, and teachers were already gathered on the side of the school. It was a big group. He was saddened by how many people this affected.
He finally made it to the back of the crowd. He could see Sam and Paulina standing up at the front. Behind them was lots of memorabilia that had been gathered and brought for those they were remembering. He saw them look up at him. Seeing that he arrived, Sam took a deep breath and started speaking.
“Hello, everyone. Thank you for coming. What has happened was truly horrific. It’s not something I would wish on anyone. Today we are here to give our respects to those who didn’t make it out of this alive.”
“They are our friends. This was an experience we went through together. And even though they are still here with us, we decided to have this memorial to honor their lives that were taken from them.”
Lancer’s brows furrowed. The way that they were talking about the students that died was strange to him.
“Before, it was hard for me to grasp that the ghosts were once living people and not just monsters from another dimension.” Sam said. “But this experience made me realize exactly what it takes to make a ghost.”
Lancer’s eyes widened. They couldn’t mean…
“Come on, guys. You can come out now.” Paulina said shakily.
Next to them, a group of teenagers appeared out of nowhere. The crowd murmured in surprise. Clearly not many people had known about this already.
Every single student who had died was standing up there next to Sam and Paulina.
“This was a horrible experience to have gone through.” Paulina continued. “Not everyone made it. But we are here today to give them our respects. We will continue to cherish the lives that we lived with them, and we will always thank the fact we were allowed to get more time with them. It’s something I will be grateful for for the rest of my life.”
“We don’t mean to shock anyone with this revelation.” Sam said. There were whispers being exchanged throughout the group. “We thought this would be the best way to go about doing this. They are still the same people as they were when they were alive, and we’re hoping to treat them as such. I am also grateful that they are also still with us today and I hope we can all somehow make it past this experience together. Thank you.”
Lancer watched as Sam and Paulina moved towards the group of ghosts. Paulina threw her arms around Star’s shoulders. She hugged Paulina back just as hard, her eyes darting across the faces in the crowds, fear filling her eyes. Lancer’s heart broke for her. He couldn’t imagine going through such a terrifying experience just to have to come back, now plagued by being something everyone thought was a monster.
Star’s gaze traveled across the crowd until it landed on him. She must’ve noticed him staring at her because she flinched under his gaze. He lifted up an arm and waved at her. He wasn’t sure how to convey everything he wanted yet, but he hoped a simple gesture would do enough for her for now.
She waved back at him as tears sprung into her eyes.
He knew there wasn’t much he could do for these kids. But he could try something. Anything. He’d do whatever he could to help them through this.
#gorgi writes#danny phantom#phic phight 2023#lancer#star#paulina sanchez#sam manson#fanfiction#ghost farm
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Love getting lost down an internet rabbit hole and finding tons of content.
Tho, I'm pretty sure I clicked on an author's link to their Tumblr without leaving kudos yet, so I gotta backtrack and go do that.
The story's called In the Eye of the Needle by @mystyrust, BTW. Ended up also finding the author to Dissembled by accident through their reblogs, @imekitty.
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Suspend Disbelief
suspend disbelief
by mystyrust
It was going to be a perfect day.
It was going to be a good day.
It was going to be a terrible day.
Someone, something, was messing with Izuku's daily routine, and when his suspension of disbelief breaks, it also breaks his perception of his world as he knows it.
Words: 7583, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Past One For All Users, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: technically canon compliant, Season 5 Spoilers, There's an ongoing narrative within the authors notes, HTML Tryhard, Meta, Metafiction, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Semi-Interactive, Its a one shot… or is it?, Parody, Crack Treated Seriously, There's a very literal mary sue, somewhat metacommentary on fanfiction lol, yes despite the crack tag, implied multiverse, Implied time loop, Isekai, pls wait till you reach the end to comment, somewhat introspective
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40939650
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The End - Ch. 1
Happy Holiday Truce, @mystyrust! Sorry to make you wait - I wanted to do something big, but I forgot to take into account two things: I am a slow writer, and this story became too big to handle as a oneshot. I do have big ideas for where I want this story to go, but we'll see how the story builds itself as I write! Happy Holidays!
If elements of this story seem familiar, that’s because they are! This is based on @lexosaurus‘s tags on @dannys-phucking-dead‘s post! I hope you enjoy!
ffn | ao3
>1< 2 3 4 ...
"Listen. I've met a lot of great asteroids. Really fantastic asteroids. And they've all told me themselves — they said that I was a great president. All of them said that — all one hundred thousand asteroids. I was there."
The camera switches to Tiffany Snow, sitting at the anchor desk.
"This is what President Drumpf had to say yesterday regarding NASA's claims that an unforeseen asteroid is approximately 21 days from hitting the Earth, creating an extinction-level event on par with what took out the dinosaurs," Snow states with a cheerful smile. "Polls suggest that approximately 48.2% of the population believe NASA's claims to be a hoax; 29.5% believe it's the end of the world; and 22.3% is undecided. Lance, can you tell us a bit about Amity Park's response to NASA's claims?"
The camera switches to a street view outside of Amity Park's capitol building. People crowd the streets, many of them yelling and holding signs. Some signs read "THE END IS NIGH". Others say "ASTEROID SHMASTEROID". A few say "DEFUND NASA". One sign says "[citation needed]".
"Certainly, Tiffany," Lance Thunder replies, nearly shouting over the crowd. "As you can see here, tensions are high in Amity Park. Citizens gather to make their voices heard amidst NASA's claims of doom and gloom. Hey, Bob, what do you think of NASA's statement?"
Thunder turns to a middle aged man beside him wearing a bright red cap. The man bends to put his face by the microphone Thunder is brandishing.
"It's fake news, is what it is! I mean, come on! How does a freaking asteroid come out of nowhere? It's a China conspiracy, I tell you!"
Bob nods, and Thunder takes back the microphone. "Well, you heard it here, folks. Amity Park's citizens think NASA's claims are a ho—"
"THE END IS NIGH!"
A woman wearing a sign with the same message butts in, snatching the microphone from Thunder.
"The Disasteroid cometh for us all! Soon it will be Judgement Day and all of you Non Believers will be found Wanting!"
Thunder squawks. "Hey! That is APN property! Give that back!"
The camera turns to focus on Thunder and the woman as they fight over the microphone, their squabbling barely audible over the feedback. Then the feed cuts back to Tiffany Snow.
"Wow Lance, looks like no one can break Amity Park's spirit," Snow says with a grin. "In other news, Congress has voted to defund NASA—"
The TV clicks off.
Danny carefully puts down the remote before he allows himself to shake. His fists clench, and he hides them under folded arms, lest they be seen bursting into ectoplasmic flame. His face feels taut, teeth clenched, eyes abnormally dry. Toxic green edges his vision, and he clamps his eyes shut, lest they be seen glowing green with his anger.
And oh, he is angry.
NASA is a world leader in space aviation and exploration, and Congress is defunding them. And for what? Because they told the truth? Because there's a humongous asteroid about to hit the Earth? They should be funneling emergency money towards NASA, not taking money away! The world needs NASA, now more than ever! Danny has seen the images NASA shared — the images the media doesn't dare share, lest the wrath of one President Drumpf befall them. He doesn't know how everyone missed it — it's huge and it's glowing green and no stars glow green like that — but now that everyone knows about it, there should be some sort of plan to stop it, right? Wrong! The president says it's fake news, and Congress follows suit, and the biggest space programs in the world can't agree on what to do about it when half the world doesn't even think it's real and oh god we're gonna die like actually 100% die and it's not ghosts it's not Pariah Dark it's a big fucking SPACE ROCK that's going to do us in for good and there'll be no more habitable Earth and no more Ghost Zone and we're all going to DIE—
A hand touches Danny's knee, and he gasps, eyes flying open, cringing away from the contact.
Through the green haze in his vision he sees bright orange and immediately shuts his eyes again. They can't see, can't see him freak out, can't see his powers freak out with him—
The hand touches his knee again, and he freezes at the touch, body tense, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight. Another hand touches his arm and he takes in a breath, shuddering as the hand slowly moves to his shoulder, and then to his back, rubbing large, soothing circles. Danny tries to time his breathing to the circles, like Jazz had taught him to, and slowly the blood rushing in his ears (when had that happened?) quiets to a dull roar.
"There we go Danny, see, just breathe. You're okay. You're at home, and Mom and Dad are out, and you don't have to hide."
Danny uncurls slightly at the sound of his sister's voice. He opens his eyes a crack — just enough to see past the green haze — and really looks this time. The orange isn't the same shade as his dad's jumpsuit — it's a lighter, more natural color, and it surrounds a face with concerned, green eyes. Jazz. Jazz is here, and she has her hand on his knee, and she's rubbing circles into his back, and he's kind of sort of getting the hang of breathing with the rhythm of those circles. He leans into her, and she bundles him into a hug, still rubbing circles into his back.
The front door opens, and Danny and Jazz both freeze. Jazz said Mom and Dad are out, but what if they're back? They can't see him like this, they'll find out!
Danny has half a mind to just turn invisible when their voices hit his ears.
"Man, dude, did you see what Congress did to NASA? That's so unfair!"
"It's totally unfair! They're just telling the truth! This whole administration is the absolute worst!"
Tucker. Sam. Danny relaxes slightly at their voices, but he doesn't turn around — doesn't want them to see him like this, either.
But it's too late.
"Woah, dude, you okay?"
"Danny!"
He hears them rush over to him — feels their worry and the warmth of their bodies as they get close — and tenses up again. He should be better than this, stronger than this! He shouldn't be freaking out about some dumb news report.
Not just a dumb news report, his brain helpfully supplies. We're all going to die. And there's nothing you can do about it.
All of a sudden, Jazz's embrace feels too tight. To constraining. Trapping him where he is.
He slips intangible and flees from Jazz, flees from his friends — flees upwards, up through the ceiling and through the roof and through the Ops Center, flees until there's no more house to flee from. He lands hard on the roof of the Ops Center, scraping his knees but it doesn't matter, hands scorching the metal but who cares, it's just the end of the world—
He pulls his knees to his chest and buries his head in them, his face screwing as he tries to get a hold of himself, tries to rein himself in, it's just the end of the world, just the end of Mom and Dad and Jazz and Sam and Tucker and school and movies and parks and people and everything and everyone he'd ever tried to protect—
"Bite this."
Danny feels something cool touch his lips, and he bites down — then coughs and spits as bitter rind and sour citrus burst in his mouth.
He looks up to see Tucker triumphantly brandishing a whole lemon with a chunk bitten out of it. Sam and Jazz stand to either side of him, varying levels of worry and amusement fighting for dominance in their faces. Danny spits again, and stares at the bits of rind and lemon pulp that vacate his mouth.
"What the hell?"
"Told you it'd work!" Tucker crows.
"A lemon?" Danny splutters.
"It's an... unorthodox grounding technique," Jazz responds, "and it normally isn't administered like that—"
"Point is, it works," Sam interjects. "How're you feeling?"
Danny stares at the three of them for a moment. Then he sighs and chuckles darkly. "The worlds going to end because too many people don't believe NASA about an asteroid hurtling towards Earth, and Tucker made me bite into a lemon. How am I supposed to feel?"
He sighs again, long, hard, and shuddering, and he lets himself fall backwards onto the warm metal of the Ops Center roof. Jazz lies down across from him, and Sam and Tucker lie to either side of him, all their heads nearly touching. The sky above them is bright blue, clear of clouds. Birds flit across Danny's vision, twittering as they chase each other before flying off to who knows where. Does it even matter? They'll all be dead in a few weeks.
"I don't want to die again."
The words slip from his mouth, and he feels his breath hitch, watches as his vision goes blurry. His hands begin to clench into fists — but then Sam and Tucker take his hands, massaging the tension from his fingers and palms, and Jazz runs her hand through his hair like she used to do when they were kids and he'd had a nightmare, and something in him breaks.
A sob wrenches itself from his throat, and he curls in on himself. His sister and friends move to hold him close, and he can't help but lean into their touch. They hold him as his eyes glow green, as his hands fist into the metal of the roof, as his sobs take on a ghostly tinge, nearly wailing his grief and his anger and his fear into the sky. He shudders as he cries, and feels as they shudder with him — feels as Sam and Tucker push their faces into his shirt, and as Jazz buries her face in his hair — feels as his shirt and his head where their faces lie become damp.
Crying. They're crying.
And it's his fault.
A wave of guilt washes over him, and he wants to pull away again, wants to force himself to stop crying, to be strong for them. But their grips on him tighten, and they speak to him, words warped by their own tears. "Just let it out," Tucker mutters into his back. "It's okay to cry," Sam whispers into his shoulder. "You don't have to hide," Jazz repeats into his hair.
But beneath their words, beneath their tight hold on him and the way they push their faces against him is a hidden plea: "Stay," they say.
Please stay.
So Danny stays.
Danny stays, and they cry together, and the sun shines down upon them from the clear blue sky.
*~*~*
Danny doesn't know how long it's been. Only that he's no longer crying, and that his friends and sister are no longer crying. They've melted into a cuddle pile of four, with Danny at the center, and the sun beats down on them from a different angle than before. Danny has wound up with his head in Jazz's lap, and she's playing with his hair. Sam and Tucker are on top of him, still holding his hands. Their weight is comforting.
Danny is exhausted. He just wants to fall asleep and deal with everything later. Crying in front of your friends and sister will do that, his brain helpfully supplies. So will the end of the world.
He sighs heavily and moves to sit up. Sam and Tucker get off him, still holding his hands, and Jazz helps him up, moving from playing with his hair to rubbing circles on his back. He smiles faintly at all of them.
"Thanks, guys," he whispers hoarsely. He really does have the best friends and best sister in the world.
Too bad they're all going to die in three weeks.
He frowns and sighs again, too tired to cry.
"It's heavy stuff, huh," Jazz says gently. Danny looks back at her, an eyebrow raised. She continues. "The thought of everything ending like that — it's really hard to think about. Hell, I'm having trouble processing it." She smiles gently at him. "It's okay to be scared and angry, and it's okay to be scared and angry in front of us. You don't have to hide."
"Okay, okay, I get it," Danny mutters. "No more running away."
"Good," Sam remarks. "Now, what are we going to do about everything?"
"What do you mean?" Danny asks.
"You know. The asteroid?" Sam raises an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah. That." Danny frowns down at the roof of the Ops Center. The metal is warped and singed where his hands had dug into it. "What are we supposed to do about that?" He looks back up at Sam. Her eyes bear into his, and her grip on his hand tightens.
"Look, I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me, too. But we can't just sit here and do nothing."
Danny frowns at her. He opens his mouth to respond, but Tucker gets there first.
"Look, I know we need to have this conversation, I really do. But can we have it inside? The metal's starting to get really hot." Tucker stands up, rubbing his free hand on his jeans from touching the roof.
Danny sighs and stands up, stretching the kinks from his back. Sam and Jazz stand up with him.
"On it," Danny says. "Everyone hold tight."
He feels Sam's and Tucker's grips tighten on his hands, and he feels Jazz grab his shoulder. With a poke at his core, he tugs them all intangible, slipping through the roof to the refreshingly cool interior of the Ops Center. He lets go of intangibility and lets gravity embrace them slowly, gently depositing them all on the floor of the Ops Center. Then he lets go of his friends' hands and steps forwards, turning so he's facing the three of them.
"So, what are we supposed to do, huh? Half the world thinks the asteroid's a hoax, and the other half either doesn't have the money to do anything, or is stuck in petty arguments about what to do and who's to blame and all that shit." Danny crosses his arms and frowns.
"Dude, you're the Ghost King," Tucker's quick to reply. "Doesn't that mean you can, like, do anything?"
Danny facepalms. "Oh my god, Tucker, I'm not the Ghost King. I told the Observants I don't want any part of it. And besides, even if I were, who's going to listen to me? Klemper? The Box Ghost? I'm sure they can convince the world to get its shit together!"
"Hey!" Sam interjects. "You can't just focus on what we can't do. We need to focus on what we can do, as a team."
"Oh, and what can we do, Sam? We're way out of our depth here! The four of us can't stop the asteroid from hitting Earth!"
"You're right, Danny," Jazz says. Sam and Tucker gape at her.
"But dude—"
"You can't just—"
"Hey, let me speak!" Jazz waits until Sam and Tucker close their mouths — Tucker with a perplexed look on his face, Sam with an expectant frown.
"We are out of our depth," Jazz states. "We don't have the resources or political pull here on Earth or in the Ghost Zone to make a significant difference." She pauses. "But we know someone who does."
It takes a moment, but Sam gets it first.
"Oh, ew, we are not asking him for help!"
"Wait." Tucker says. "Asking who for—" horror dawns on his face. "Oh, no. No no no. We can't! Why would you even think of that?"
"Think of what?" Danny asks, a little annoyed that he doesn't get it.
"Asking Vlad," Sam, Tucker, and Jazz reply.
"Oh, ew!" Danny says automatically.
Jazz rolls her eyes. "It's not like I want to talk to him either! I just think given the circumstances, we don't have much choice."
"There's always a choice, Jazz," Sam retorts. "He'll probably try and force Danny to stay with him in exchange for his help."
"Yeah, Jazz," Tucker adds. "He's a slimeball. Who knows how he'll try to play this to his advantage."
"But—"
"I think Jazz is right," Danny says.
Sam, Tucker, and Jazz stare at Danny, flabbergasted. Danny blushes.
"Well, it's like Jazz said — I don't want to, but I don't think we have a choice. We need his help. And besides," he says with a smirk, "the man is way too narcissistic. He doesn't want to die because half the world doesn't believe what's right in front of their faces."
"And we can use that to our advantage," Jazz adds. "He knows he'll need help with whatever scheme he's plotting, and there isn't enough time for him to be picky."
"So, what? We go to him for help, and threaten to walk if he tries to pull anything?" Sam raises an eyebrow.
"Exactly." Jazz and Danny grin at each other.
Tucker sighs and pulls out his PDA. "Alright, fine. One meeting with one seriously messed up frootloop coming right up."
Danny stares. "Dude, what are you doing?"
Tucker looks up. "Um, scheduling a meeting with our evil mayor?"
Sam shakes her head. "He's probably booked. We'll have better luck if we just show up."
Jazz nods. "He's probably expecting us anyways."
Tucker sighs and puts away his PDA. "Alright, fine. But can we take a moment to clean up? I don't know about you guys, but my face is crusty."
Danny looks at his friends and sister. Their hair is a mess, and their eyes are still rimmed red. Sam's mascara has dried after running down her face, and Tucker's glasses and Jazz's headband are askew. Danny figures he doesn't look much better.
He nods. "Alright. But after that, we have a meeting with one seriously messed up frootloop!"
#danny phantom#holiday truce 2020#christmas truce 2020#phantom planet#danny fenton#jazz fenton#tucker foley#sam manson#rewrite#dp fanfic#dp fic#mystyrust#lexosaurus#dannys phucking dead#danny#jazz#tucker#sam#i'm sorry this is so late!#but i hope you like this!#i have Ideas for this story#and i'm excited to get to them!#but the kids needed to let their emotions loose first#my work#my write#not a q
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Can we combine prompts for phic phight? ie 1 prompt from each team or 2 prompts for the same team? How does that affect point count?
You can write multiple prompts for the same phic! As long as one of those prompts are from a team different from your own, you will receive full points for the phic! If all prompts are from your team, you will receive half points for the phic. I hope this answers your question! Have fun!
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What are your fic recs for The Flash? Preferably Gen fics but curious about other types.
Oh, gosh, so many! Since this is my fanfiction blog, you can actually just scroll through my tag for The Flash and find a bunch of recommended fics if you want (it's probably mostly Barrisco fics tbh). But I'll also put together a little list for you here, to save you some effort.
Most of these are one shots, but the second one is a short multichapter fic. Also, I’m not sure if you mean Gen as in the rating or the category, so this is a collection of fics that don’t focus on ships (and most the fics I read are rated Gen or T, anyway). Also, they all involve Cisco, because he’s my favorite character.
The Secretary - This is another really quick and humorous sentient Gideon ficlet. I quite enjoyed it.
Home Wasn’t Built in a Day - This is a canon divergent fic set between season 1 and season 2 about Barry, Caitlin, and Cisco all finding themselves in need of a new place to live at the same time, so they move into fake Wells’s old house since Barry inherited it. It’s super cute and one of my all time favorites.
The Son He’d Wanted - I don’t think this one’s in my rec tag, but it’s a really sweet fic about Joe stepping in as Cisco’s new father figure after they find out the truth about Wells/Thawne.
The Deeper Truth - Cecile’s POV from Death of the Speed Force before, during, and after the throwdown between Cisco and Reverse Nash in Nash’s office.
The Little Corner Pet Shop (includes canon ships) - Just a short, cute AU about Cisco working in a pet shop.
(Don’t Have to Be) Alone - Cisco taking care of Caitlin after Ronnie’s funeral.
Left Behind - This one’s on fanfiction.net. It’s an AU where Barry doesn’t time travel at the end of Out of Time, and Caitlin finds Cisco’s body and has a confrontation with Thawne. Heavy on the angst and no happy ending, so only read it if you can handle that.
I also wrote one myself called A Little Help From Your Friends, about Barry, Cisco, and H.R. trying to have a movie night, but Cisco’s hair gets badly tangled and Barry tries to help him fix it before they can start their movie. And I have one other Flash fic that I’ve written, which is a Barrisco soulmates AU, and it’s pinned at the top of my profile if that interests you.
And I just realized that most of the fics I recommended are a bit on the angsty side, so here’s a few more lighthearted ones to throw into the mix, though they are ship centric:
Positive Affirmations (Westallen) - Barry zooming in and out of Iris’s office while she’s at work and leaving her little notes.
I’m All Yours, I’m Not Afraid (Barrisco) - AU where Barry is Cisco’s new neighbor who is convinced that his apartment is haunted, and Cisco helps him investigate the source of all the weird things happening there at night.
Never Say Never (Barrisco) - Barry finds out during a game of Never Have I Ever that all of his friends have kissed Cisco and he’s the only one who hasn’t, and he develops a complex about it.
And again, there’s some more in the tag if you want to browse through that. Have fun looking through these!
#mystyrust#The Flash#fic rec#(most of these are already in the tag but I'm tagging it anyway for the ones that aren't)
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Oh boy what's the word count for the candy hair saga I just finished it and I'm reeling
(Candy Hair Saga)
The concluding section alone is 10,047 words. Which I wrote MOSTLY in a single day. More specifically, I wrote the first ~3,000 words of that over the span of like two weeks, occasionally poking and prodding and dusting it up here and there. And then the last ~7,000 of it was a full-steam-ahead single-sitting spite-fueled endeavor because I’d said “wow i wanna get this done by my birthday” and Mama didn’t raise no quitter.
In total, when I include the first 3 smaller pieces, it’s 12,557 words. And I’m frankly just impressed that people have had the patience to sit through 12k words worth of story about Kids Whose Superpower Is Hairdye.
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mystyrust replied to your post “Genuinely curious here. If you could pick one, which fic would you...”
Let fantome, revision, and missing!!!!
Thanks for weighing in, @mystyrust! I haven’t started anything else for Revision or Missing, but as far as Le Fantôme goes, I can work on finishing one of those sneak peek scenes as a preview and post that when it’s done if you’re interested. Both take place before Danny runs into Ladybug and Chat Noir, but do you--or anyone else--have preference as to whether you get a look at Paris or Amity Park first?
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This is OUR hero
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Danny Phantom’s secret identity is a very well kept secret. Not by Danny Fenton, even though he might believe that. Oh no, that boy is awful at keeping secrets. What with yelling “going ghost” in public places and using ghost abilities constantly. But the people of Amity Park … the people are excellent at keeping his secret for him. And they do not like any outsiders trying to hurt their little hero.
A 5+1 story where different Amity Parkers finds out Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton is one and the same and can't do anything to help him. And then one time they can help him.
Prompts by @kinglazrus @ave-aria @q-gorgeous @hauntedchilis @mystyrust LovelyUnknown @apinklion01 @warvikwrites @datawyrms
Chapter 1: Danny sucks at keeping his identity secret for 11000 words
1. Mr Lancer
Lancer was counting his students, all of them huddled in the gym, the buzz of a ghost shield overhead. Most students were shaking, a few were even crying. Ghosts had been attacking Amity for a few months now, the attacks slowly becoming more and more serious. And it hadn’t been until this week that the school finally implemented an evacuation plan. The shield had been installed just days prior.
While he went his rounds, he did his best to comfort students. Offering a kind word here or a pat on the back there. It didn't do much in the great scheme of things but it was something. The only thing he really could do.
None of his schooling had ever prepared him for ghosts, after all.
He reached the last student on his list and his heart sank. One was missing. Daniel Fenton. And all of a sudden he remembered that the boy had requested to go to the bathroom a few minutes before the ghost alarm went off. Was he trapped out there somewhere, hurt and afraid? Before his mind could summon up too many awful images, he came to a decision. He had to find Daniel and bring him safely back here.
"Ms Tetslaff" he called out, gaining her and a few of the students’ attention. "Daniel Fenton is missing so I'll go search for him."
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to protest, but quickly closed it again. Maybe she realized it would be pointless by the expression on his face. Lancer would find his student and bring him back safely, no matter what anyone said. However, two students did put up a protest. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. When they heard his proclamation they hurried over to him.
“Mr Lancer, there’s no need to go search for Danny”, Samantha started. “Since he’s terrified of ghosts he’s really good at hiding whenever one shows up.”
“Yeah!” Tucker agreed. “Even if you go searching for him you most likely won't find him. And his parents are ghosts hunters, he knows how to take care of himself. No need to look for him.”
They did make some good points, in that Lancer had never once been able to find Daniel in the past during a ghost attack. He truly must be good at hiding. Still, he needed to make sure the boy was hiding inside the ghost shield instead. No matter how good he may be, the ghosts only needed to be lucky once and it would be over.
“I’m afraid I can’t let that stop me”, Lancer said. “As your teacher it is my responsibility to keep you safe while in school. Now don’t you worry, I’ll find Mr Fenton and bring him here safely.”
The two children looked at each other, grimacing, but didn’t continue protesting. It was strange, Lancer thought, how the two of them didn’t seem more worried about their friend. But that was something to consider later, after he had found Daniel.
He walked to the open door leading out of the gym and paused there for a second. Green and shimmering the ghost shield stood just before him, and once he stepped through it ghosts would be able to attack him. At least he couldn’t see any down the corridor outside. Not that it meant much when it came to ghosts. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he forced himself to step through the shield. Since he wasn’t immediately attacked he relaxed a bit, but he still had to keep his guard up while searching for Daniel.
Lancer crept through the empty hallways, peering into classrooms and bathrooms, trying to find any sign of his missing student. Occasionally he would call out Daniel's name, softly, so as to make sure nothing else overheard.
And as he walked the signs of battle were becoming clearer. Overturned trash cans. Papers strewn about. Dents in lockers. And the sound of fighting.
Lancer swallowed, his heart racing in his chest. He wanted to keep a wide berth of the battle, but what if Daniel was caught in the middle of it? What if he needed help? He just … had to check. Then he could run away again.
Closer and closer to the battle he walked until he stood outside the broken doors to the cafeteria. He kept close to the wall and poked his head around the doorway just enough to peek inside.
The cafeteria was a mess. Overturned and broken tables were scattered about. Plates in pieces all over the floor. A few windows had been smashed in. And there was a hole in the floor. He cursed silently. That would cost a lot to repair.
But what really caught his attention was the two ghosts in the room. He immediately recognized Phantom. He was floating in mid air, holding his signature thermos in one hand. On the ground before him stood another ghost, the Lunch Lady, if Lancer remembered correctly. She looked like one at least.
“Meet your cutlery doom!” The Lunch Lady yelled and sent a barge of cutlery towards Phantom, who just barely managed to dodge them in time. But by the end of the barge, the Lunch Lady barely seemed able to fly, her aura dimmed to almost nothing.
“Really cutting to the chase, huh?” Phantom yelled back, a smirk on his lips. “Well, soup can I!” He pointed the thermos at her and turned it on. The other ghost was trapped in the blue beam and was sucked in with an angry scream. He capped the thermos and the silence that followed almost seemed to echo in Lancer’s ears.
"That will be at least a day in the thermos," the ghost boy muttered. He looked around the cafeteria and grimaced. Lancer ducked behind the door to not be seen. "Oof, that's a lot of damage."
The ghost landed, wobbling a bit on his feet. He cursed and pressed a hand against his side. When he pulled it back it was green with ectoplasm. Seemed like he hadn’t managed to dodge all the cutlery after all. "Damn it. This will need stitches."
He sighed and walked over to the server counters, ceramic crunching beneath his feet. He pulled out a bunch of paper towels. Then, a white ring appeared around his waist. Lancer tensed, fearing it was some sort of attack. While Phantom fought off other ghosts, he had done some violent things in the past. The Fentons’ always warned everyone who would listen that even seemingly friendly ghosts only acted that way to manipulate people. They said that all ghosts were malicious and evil in their nature. Lancer found it hard to believe with this particular ghost, but better safe than sorry.
The ring split in two, one traveling up his body and the other down. And wherever the rings passed Phantom … changed. Instead of a black and white body suit, a white t-shirt and blue jeans appeared. Instead of white hair, it turned black. Instead of Phantom, there stood his missing student Daniel Fenton.
Lancer’s mouth dropped open, his eyes bugging out of his skull. His student … was Phantom? His student … was dead?
There was suddenly a lump in his throat and he had to swallow heavily to keep the tears down. Daniel was dead. How? When? Suddenly far too many things about Daniel’s concerning behavior made far too much sense. The way he always disappeared whenever ghosts appeared. The missing homework and assignments, the constant tardiness, falling asleep in class, the grades that had plummeted a few months ago. All of it had started right around when Phantom first started to appear. His student had been dead for months and he hadn't noticed.
The sound of Daniel cursing brought him out of his mind. He peered back into the cafeteria and saw that Daniel had pulled his t-shirt up to study the slash across the ribs, at the same place Phantom had been wounded. Except now he was bleeding red instead of green. A very human color. But on the other hand, Daniel looked very human overall right now. That white ring must have been some sort of shapeshifting power, making him appear human. That would explain why no one had ever figured out they were the same. Though now when he knew, the similarities between ghost and boy were glaring.
“Yeah, this will absolutely need stitches”, Daniel said, sighing as if it was a minor annoyance instead of a serious wound. “Damn it, no way I’ll get it done before school resumes again. I really don’t need Mr Lancer to give me another detention.”
Lancer’s stomach flipped. He had been giving Daniel an awful lot of detention, in hope that it would make the boy change his ways. He had been so clever and hard working at the beginning of the year and it had pained Lancer to see his grades slip. He’d thought that some pushing would turn the trend around. Shame and guilt bubbled up in him. Phantom had been seen fighting ghosts at all hours of the day and night. And on top of all the ghost fights, ghost hunters kept coming after him. His own parents kept hunting him. And Lancer had only made his life harder.
There had to be something he could do to help Daniel. He was just a kid and way in over his head. But as Lancer looked around the wrecked cafeteria and thought back to all the battles he’d seen the boy fight, he had the sour realization that there wasn’t much he could do. He had no idea how to fight ghosts. He didn’t know anything about first aid besides putting a bandaid over a cut. The Great Gatsby, he couldn't even go to the CPS about the abuse Daniel’s parents were subjecting him to, not without outing him as a ghost. There was nothing he could do.
Nothing he could do except …
Lancer snuck back through the school to the gym. The shield had automatically deactivated once the ghosts disappeared and the other teachers had started to corral the students back to their classrooms. He caught sight of Samantha and Tucker whispering to each other. When they saw him they eyed him warily and he did his best to keep his face neutral. At least it seemed Daniel had two loyal friends to help him.
In hindsight it was obvious they were Phantom’s mysterious human helpers that many an Amity Parker had theorized existed but couldn’t confirm. They constantly had an excuse ready as to why Daniel was missing and more than one time they too had been absent during ghost fights, presumably to help their friend fight. It left a sour feeling in Lancer’s stomach to know three teenagers were this city’s first line of defense, but he also had to accept there was nothing he could do about that.
Lancer didn’t say anything to either of them, just collected his class and led them back to the classroom. The students were so used to ghost fights by now, that it only took a couple of minutes before they had calmed down enough that he could continue the lesson.
A few minutes later, the door to the classroom opened and Daniel stuck his head in, a resigned expression on his face. Lancer suppressed a grimace, feeling his shame bubble up again. He nodded at the boy, not stopping his lecture, and felt even more ashamed at how confused but relieved Daniel looked when he wasn’t given detention. He slunk back to his seat, between Tucker and Samantha, who finally relaxed now when their friend had returned safely.
Yes, there wasn’t much Lancer could do to help. Not up against supernatural beings that could tear buildings apart with their bare hands. Not when his student was the only one that could stand up against them.
But at the very least he could make school a little bit easier for him. That, and keep the boys secret safe.
2. The A-listers
“I’m telling you!” Wes yelled and Dash sighed, already annoyed despite the other boy barely having started talking. Next to him Paulina rolled her eyes and started examining her nails, perfect as always. Star and Kwan followed their lead, acting annoyed but indifferent. “Danny Fenton is Phantom! Just listen to the names! Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom, it’s practically the same. And they look the same too, except for the color change!”
Paulina gasped, affronted. She marched up to Wes and pointed one long nail at his nose. Wes immediately shut up, carefully taking a step back. “My darling perfect Phantom doesn't look anything like that little freak Fenton!”
Dash snorted. “Yeah and no way Fentoenail would have the guts to fight anything, let alone a ghost! He screams and runs away when someone as much as mentions ghosts. I wail on him all the time and I tell you, he’s a coward and a weakling. He’s nothing like Phantom.”
Wes swallowed, but that fanatic glow was still shining in his eyes. “I’m telling you, Fenton is Phantom and I’ll prove it to you! I’ll prove it to everyone!”
Dash cracked his knuckles and Wes covered. “If you weren’t a sports bro I’d give you a wailing for saying such things about Phantom. Phantom is a hero, the best hero ever! And I won’t have you compare him to Fentino. Now, scram.”
Wes gave them all a sour look, but did as commanded. He hurried away from them, probably looking for his next victim to ambush with his theory. Paulina snorted, an undignified sound she only made when no one but the A-listers were around, and leaned against Dash.
“What a loser. I can’t believe I almost let him be an A-lister. His whole obsession over Fenton and Phantom is so creepy! Those two are as different as two people can be. Last week he tried to prove it by saying that Phantom only ever appears where Fenton is, which is crazy! Phantom is seen all over town. Like here at school, by the Nasty Burger, the mall and arcade, the old observatory…” her voice grew weaker and weaker until eventually she stopped talking altogether. Dash gave her a confused look. Paulina was frowning, which she almost never did as she claimed it would give her wrinkles.
He had to shake her to break her out of whatever stupe she’d fallen in. She startled and then chuckled, though it sounded forced. “Anyhow, it’s crazy! If nothing else you can’t be dead and alive at the same time.”
“Don’t you remember a few weeks ago?” Star suddenly said, voice serious. She was tapping her finger against her chin in thought. “When we all suddenly got ghost powers for a short while? None of us were dead.”
“T-that doesn't mean anything. It was just a freak one time thing … thing! Don’t say you believe Wes now, Star?”
Star immediately raised her hands and shook her hands. “Of course not! I’m just saying being human and being a ghost at the same time maybe isn’t such an impossible thing. But no way Fenton and Phantom are the same.”
“That’s right!” Paulina said, voice hard as steel. “Let’s forget this foolish thing and just go to class.”
“Yeah, come on”, Dash said. But when he sat in class that day, he kept stealing glances of Fenton, wondering. And based on the way Paulina and the other A-listers did the same, he was sure none of them had forgotten it either.
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The subject wasn’t breached again until a few days later, when the four of them were hanging out together at Paulina’s house. Paulina and Star were doing each other’s nails while they were chatting about what had happened at school and different ghost fights that day. It was in the middle of talking about how handsome Phantom had looked while fighting the technology ghost that Paulina paused.
“Do … do you guys remember what Wes said?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically weak.
“Wes says a lot of things”, Kwan said.
“The things he said about … Fenton being Phantom”, Paulina clarified. The other A-listers immediately straightened up, staring at her.
“Lina, you don’t believe him, do you?” Star asked.
“No!” she immediately protested, then paused. “Maybe…” when the others all opened their mouths to protest she held up her hands, silencing them. “It's just … the more I think about it the more Wes is right about some things. Like Phantom and Fenton always appearing close to each other. And like Star said, there was that one time we all had ghost powers, and we weren’t dead. So maybe … Fenton is Phantom?”
Kwan shook his head. “But surely his parents would have noticed? They’re ghost hunters! If Fenton is Phantom surely they wouldn’t be constantly hunting him?”
“Lots of parents hurt their kids for less than that”, Dash muttered and Kwan leaned over to put a hand on his shoulder. They all looked at him in sympathy and he shuffled in discomfort. He didn’t want their pity. “Just saying.”
“I know I was the one to say we had ghost powers without being ghosts so technically Danny could have ghost powers”, Star piped up, breaking the tension. “But I was just saying stuff, I didn’t actually believe it.”
“Yeah, but it makes too much sense and Wes has a lot of evidence”, Paulina said. She groaned and was about to bury her hands in her hair before she remembered the wet nail polish and stopped with a jerk.
“Maybe … we can get some evidence”, Star said, looking contemplative.
“What kind of evidence?” Kwan said at the same time as Dash said: “How?”
She bit her lip. “Well … if Fenton really is Phantom, we should be able to catch him in the act. So what if we trap Fenton in something that he can only escape with ghost powers and then film him to see what he does? Dash stuffs him in lockers all the time so we could do that, no one would even think it strange. And then we make sure his friends can’t come save him and put up a camera to film what happens. And boom, we have proof.”
“Star!” Paulina said with a squeal. “You’re a genius! Let's do it. Either we find Fenton really is Phantom or we can put this silly thing behind us forever.”
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It took a couple of days to get it all together and to get an opportunity to corner Fenton alone. The boy seemed to disappear the moment everyone’s back was turned to him and then he’d reappear a bit later without anyone seeing him return. Not to mention that Phantom did show up whenever Fenton was missing. The A-listers were starting to feel more confident about their plan, but also more scared about it. They needed proof, definite proof, one way or the other to finally be able to put this all behind them.
And a week after their talk at Paulina’s house, the plan was in motion. Fenton was alone in the corridor, his friends nowhere to be seen, so Dash marched up to him.
“Fentonio!” He yelled and Fenton startled, jumping high in the air. He swirled around and for a moment Dash could have sworn his eyes were green, then he blinked and they were blue - as they always were.
“H-hello Dash”, Fenton stammered out and backed away as Dash stalked closer. He backed all the way into the lockers and looked like he wanted to back right through them too if he could. “Can we not do this today?”
Dash smirked, though beneath it there was a touch of unease. If Fenton really was Phantom he was about to beat up his hero. “What? Have somewhere to be, freak?”
“Kinda, yeah, not that you would understand.”
“Are you messing with me?” He cracked his knuckles and Fenton cringed at the sound. “You’ll regret that.”
“Now, let's just calm down and let me go for today. I really am in a rush. You can wail on me twice as hard tomorrow if you want.”
“Ha! No way!” He grabbed Fenton by the front of his shirt and lifted him up by it until the shorter boy was forced to stand on his tiptoes or he’d be strangled. “I’m not letting you get away from me today. Into the locker you go.”
“Dash! No wait!” Fenton protested and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but Dash only hauled him up by his arm. He pulled Fenton forward to have room to access the locker behind him - Kwan’s locker to be precise. They had all cleared enough space in their lockers to room the boy so that Dash could put him in whichever was closest. All to make sure he couldn't escape.
He opened it and then pushed Fenton inside, not caring for his loud protests and kicking legs. Though a part of him wondered at Fenton’s restraint. Because if he was Phantom, then he’d seen him kick through metal and brick walls. He could have easily kicked Dash with enough force to break free. Dash certainly would have.
The locker closed, cutting off Fenton’s voice. The moment it closed his friends rushed out from where they’d been hiding around the corner. Opposite the locker they quickly set up a small camera to film whatever would occur. Hopefully, it was small enough that Fenton wouldn’t notice it if he was Phantom.
Once the other A-listers were done they all hurried away from the scene, going to the football field to wait. Dash and Kwan threw a football between each other while Star and Paulina practiced some light cheerleading moves. They waited about an hour before returning to the lockers.
The camera was still there and the girls quickly took it down. Kwan and Dash on the other hand walked over to the locker and opened it. It was empty. Now, that didn’t have to mean anything by itself. Any number of people could have walked by and heard Fenton, therefore helping him out. But it still made Dash’s stomach tingle with excitement and a bit of fear.
The four of them hurried out of school and back to Paulina’s place. Once they had all settled in place so they could see the small screen of the camera, she let it play. They could see themselves standing around the camera before hurrying away. Then, for several minutes nothing happened. Dash started to wiggle in place, feeling inpatient, but Paulina snapped at him to sit still.
Then, as the five minute mark of the video passed, there was a bright flash of light from inside the locker. It blinded the camera for a moment. Once the light died down, a translucent head stuck out through the locker. A moment later the whole body followed suit. Except, they weren’t staring at Fenton, but at Phantom.
Their town’s ghostly superhero landed on his feet in the corridor and stretched out his back with a series of cracks. “Man”, he said, and they startled at his echoing voice. “Those locker’s don’t get any bigger.” He looked at something above the camera and groaned. “Oh no! I’m already late for the meet up with Tucker and Sam. Damn that Dash! Of all days to stick me in a locker he has to choose the day when I have to go to the Far Frozen for an appointment.”
With another groan, he jumped into the air and stayed there, floating, before turning invisible and disappearing.
The video continued playing, showing an empty corridor, but none of the A-listers moved to turn it off. They looked at each other, mouth agape, then turned back to the camera where Phantom … Fenton had disappeared.
“Did that just happen?” Paulina whispered, almost afraid to raise her voice. Afraid of what, she didn’t know.
“Yeah”, Dash breathed, as he felt the same fear. Fenton was Phantom. Wes was right.
They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Star jerked forward, scooping up the camera. Before either of them could protest - not that any of them would - she was deleting the video. Dash shivered, that thing was dangerous. No one else could be allowed to see it. And as they looked at each other, they all silently decided to not say a word.
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The next day at school Dash didn’t search Fenton out to wail at him like he usually did. In fact, he didn’t try to bully any of his usual targets. There was a heavy, sour feeling in his stomach. Phantom was a hero … Fenton was a hero. He had been beating a hero up. And Fenton had never retaliated, despite having the strength to literally throw buses with the same ease Dash threw footballs.
He and the other A-listers were all subdued, and kept glancing at each other. None of them had spoken about yesterday and none could do that now either. Saying it out loud meant acknowledging it. Meant having to face their guilt for all the things they’ve done to their hero.
But then, Wes went up to them. “You have to see this! Once you have, I know you will believe me about Fenton being Phantom.”
Before any of them could say anything, he’d pulled out two photographs. One was of Danny Fenton, the other of Danny Phantom. Both were obviously taken without the boy noticing the photographer, though the Phantom one was much blurrier. Despite that, it was unmistakable now when they knew. The boys in the photographs looked exactly the same except for the color of their hair and eyes. Because they were the same.
Dash and Paulina looked at each other, then at Kwan and Star. Without any of them saying anything they all came to the same decision.
“How dare you compare Fenton to Phantom!” Paulina screeched. “Phantom is perfect in every way and there is no way I’d date that loser Fenton. If you don’t stop this I’ll ruin your social standing - more than you’ve already ruined it yourself, anyhow.”
“Oh lay off, Wes”, Dash said with his best irritated grunt. “Fentonnail looks nothing like Phantom. Phantom is a hero, Fenton is a nobody.” He snatched the photographs from Wes before he could react and crumbled them, not caring for Wes’ protests. “You better stop doing this shit right now or I’ll give you the wailing of a lifetime! “
Star started counting up all sorts of differences between Fenton and Phantom while Kwan stepped up next to Dash to flex his muscles. Wes pailed. “O-okay, fine don’t believe me! One day I’ll prove you wrong!”
Wes turned tail and practically ran away from them, muttering the whole time. Dash relaxed and he could hear someone else sigh. He turned towards the others, sharing a shaky grin with them. None of them had been able to speak about what they saw that day, and none of them really knew how to act around Fenton now that they knew. But this they could do. They could keep their hero’s secret and make his life a little bit easier. It was the least they could do for the many times Fen- Phan- … Danny had saved their lives.
3. Valerie
Valerie ducked beneath a missile fired by Skulker. It hit the tree behind her instead, blowing it to smithereens. Pieces of bark and wood rained down over her. She growled and fired up one of her guns, shooting back. It missed and Skulker gave her a cocky grin, which only made her angrier.
“Need a hand?” a new, far too familiar voice asked from her right. Phantom. The ghost she hated above any other - next to the ghost dog. He had destroyed her life! Val swung her gun around in his direction and fired. Unfortunately, the bastard dodged the shot. At least it made him back away from her, his hands held up in surrender.
“Welp!” Skulker yelled. “Finally you come out to play! I thought I would have to hunt you down. I, the ghost zone's greatest hunter, will defeat you today and take your pelt to hang on my wall!”
“Ugh, that will never not be disgusting”, Phantom said with a shudder. And though Valerie didn’t say anything, silently she agreed. Burning hatred for Phantom or not, when she finally took the ghost down, it would be swiftly. Even though ghosts didn’t feel any pain or other emotions, it would be wrong to drag out the final blow. “Give it up, Skulker, the only thing you can hunt is your own tail!”
“How dare you!” Skulker roared and sent another missile Phantom’s way. He dodged and instead it blew up another tree. In retaliation, Phantom charged up an ecto blast of his own, which hit Skulker’s missile launcher, blowing it to shreds. He growled, even more enraged now. “I will have your head for that!”
“You have to catch me first!” Phantom yelled back, as infuriatingly smug as always. God, Valerie wanted to shoot that look off his face, but out of the two of them, Skulker was the more dangerous enemy to the citizens of Amity Park. She had to focus on him. But once he was gone …
Skulker also seemed to find it infuriating, as he roared and activated several weapons on his suit at the same time. Valerie enjoyed Phantom’s ‘oh shit’ look for a second before the weapons fired. They all flew straight towards Phantom, but they also left Skulker vulnerable.
Valerie used the chance she had been given and fired a series of blasts at Skulker. They hit several more weapons, disabling them, and left a sizable dent in Skulker’s chestplate. Behind her she heard the sound of explosions followed by Phantom screaming out in pain, but didn’t bother turning around. He either made it or he didn’t, either way it didn’t matter to her.
“Stay out of this, little huntress”, Skulker growled and fired a net at her. It caught her board. A moment later electricity coursed through it, and though she was spared, it disabled the board. Her heart jumped into her throat as the board went into free fall.
Luckily, they hadn’t been far above the ground and she could jump into the soft grass. Rolling to diminish the force of impact even more, she only gained bruises from the fall. But as she got up on her knees, another net fell over her. Her arms got tangled and she growled in frustration as she couldn't get free.
Skulker floated down to her with a cruel smirk on his metallic face. He had a gun trained right at her. “Say goodbye.”
“Goodbye”, Phantom said, landing before Valerie and blasting Skulker away. The ghost boy was covered in soot and in several places his suit had been torn, green ectoplasm dripping from wounds. He was favoring one leg over the other.
Blast after blast Phantom sent Skulker’s way, making him take step after step backwards under the immense force. Then, there was a sudden chill in the air and Valerie knew what was about to happen. Ice spread rapidly from Phantom’s feet, covering the grass and reaching Skulker in a matter of seconds. It climbed up Skulker’s body, freezing him in place all the way up to his chest.
Now when the immediate threat was over, Valerie concentrated on cutting herself free of the net. She summoned an ecto knife from her suit and it easily cut through the net. Meanwhile, she could hear Skulker swearing, then the sound of metal tearing. Skulker’s voice abruptly became high pitched and tiny, telling her that Phantom had managed to pull the head off to reach the tiny ghost inside.
“I will get my revenge for this, welp!” Skulker was yelling. “One day I will have your pelt on my wall!
“Yeah, yeah”, Phantom said with a sigh. “Save it for someone who cares.” And then the sound of Phantom's signature thermos activating could be heard, as well as Skulker’s enraged screams. Then silence.
Which meant Valerie now only had seconds to spare before Phantom disappeared. She tore the net off her and summoned an ecto weapon. In front of her, Phantom was panting lightly in a mockery of breath, his hands pressed against his side. Green ectoplasm was leaking through his fingers sluggishly. With a groan he slowly rose into the air.
Valerie grinned in triumph. Phantom’s wounds made him much slower than usual. Rather than disappearing in the blink of an eye, he seemed to have trouble staying afloat at all. He made a pitiful sight. Unfortunately for Phantom, she had no sympathy for ghostly pests.
Taking aim right at his back, Valerie fired. The shot hit bullseye. With a scream, Phantom fell to the ground, a burn on his back already leaking more ectoplasm. He hit the ground with a thud and didn’t get up again.
“Ha! I finally got you!” She yelled and sprang to her feet, hurrying over to Phantom. He might still get away if she didn't hurry and catch him immediately. But as she neared Phantom’s prone form, a white light appeared at his waist. She slowed, fearing this was some new sort of attack, and looked on in wary confusion as the light became a ring around his waist. A ring that split into two, one traveling up his body towards his head and the other towards his feet.
Everywhere the rings traveled, Phantom’s body changed. A white t-shirt and jeans replaced the black and white jumpsuit. Sneakers replaced white boots. And black hair replaced white. Valerie’s heart dropped into her stomach.
That … that was Danny Fenton, who she would recognize anywhere.
Frozen in place, she could only stare at the boy who had replaced the ghost. Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. Boy and ghost. Friend and enemy. They were one and the same. And she had just shot him in the back.
That last thought finally unfroze her limbs, sending her scrambling forwards. She threw herself to her knees at his side and pulled his shirt up. At his back, right where she’d shot Phantom, was a burn mark, bleeding red.
I shot him, I shot Danny, she thought, feeling as if she was about to throw up. Memories of Dani rose to her mind unbridled. Dani, the halfa. Dani who she and Phantom had saved together, and who had looked so much like Phantom. Hadn’t they called each other cousins? She should have seen it earlier. They were both halfas. And she had just shot him.
Tears blurred her eyesight and she deactivated her helmet to viciously wipe at them. She had no right to cry. Not until she had helped Danny. At least she always carried a first aid bag with her, in case she or any civilian got hurt. She pulled it out, throwing things out wildly until she found the burn cream. She slathered it thickly over Danny’s back and even unconscious his breath hitched in pain.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, she repeated, almost like a mantra, as she treated the wound. Once she had covered it in gauze she turned him around, remembering that he’d had more wounds from the fights. The sight of his face made a fresh wave of tears fall down her face. How could she not have seen it before? Danny and Phantom looked exactly alike except for the color change.
Sniffing, she pulled his shirt up and started to clean out the cuts and burns she found all over his chest. Feeling across the ribs, she also feared that a couple of them might be broken, but there was nothing she could do about that. Past observations always showed that Phantom had completely healed from any wounds between battles, so she could only hope that Danny had the same ability to heal even in human form.
The thought to take him to the hospital briefly passed through her mind before she discarded it. If she didn’t want to go to the hospital because she didn’t want to answer any questions about how she got injured, she imagined Danny would want to go to a hospital even less.
Soon enough all wounds she could find had been bandaged. A few had looked deep enough that they might need stitches, which she couldn't do here, out in the open and exposed. She let herself fall backwards into a sitting position, staring at her bloodied hands. Tears landed on them, creating small clean spots.
Danny was Phantom and she had just shot him in the back. She could have killed him. Oh god, what was she going to do now? There was no way he’d forgive her for this! And she wasn't sure she even deserved it. She’d hunted him for months! She’d hurt him countless times!
Was a part of her even more angry now than before? Yes. Danny had dated her despite being Phantom at the time. And he had still played a role in destroying her life, though now she couldn't help but think about all the times he’d tried to explain that the damned dog hadn’t been his.
She … she needed time to think, to process. And before she’d done that she couldn't talk to Danny about this. Not until she knew how she felt.
Looking over his unconscious form, she grimaced. She couldn't leave him like this either.
Slowly, she got back on her feet and walked over to her hoverboard. With her knife she cut the net off and once she’d done that it came back to life. Stepping onto it, she willed it to shift to become bigger; big enough for two people, one sitting down and other lying in their lap. She floated over to Danny and pulled him into her arms. He groaned in pain and she stiffened, afraid he was waking up, but after a few seconds he remained unmoving.
At least it was dark outside, meaning no one would see her flying slowly through Amity towards Fentonworks. Danny remained unconscious the whole way and if it hadn't been for the steady rise and fall of his chest, she would be freaking out. She still was of course, but at least he was alive - kinda. To her relief she discovered that his bedroom window was open upon arrival. Small mercies. She floated through the window and over to his bed. There, she gently laid him down and pulled the covers over him.
She hesitated for a moment, looking down on his unconscious form. His brow was furrowed and sometimes while taking a deep breath, he would grimace as in pain. She pushed his black hair out of his face, smoothing it down, and leaned in to whisper.
“I truly am sorry, Danny. And … once I’m ready I’ll tell you that when you’re awake too.” And with those last words she turned her back on him and disappeared back through the window, her mind whirling.
4. Maddie
Maddie had Phantom in her sights. While she much preferred close range weapons, she knew how to use all of the weapons she and her husband created together. And considering how elusive this one ghost had shown itself prone to be, sometimes subterfuge was necessary. Which is why she was currently hiding behind a couple of bushes late at night, her gun trained right at the ghost.
It was floating on its back a couple of meters in the air, right in the middle of the park. Its ectoplasm green eyes were trained on the cloudless night sky above, trailing them across the stars visible. It reminded her a bit of her son, Danny. He used to always sneak out on cloudless nights to catch a peak of the stars. There had been many times she’d caught him red handed and sent him off to bed. But it had always been with an exaggerated fondness. Her little astronaut, dreaming of the stars. Not like now, when she found him sneaking in and out of the house constantly, cloudless sky or not, and refusing to tell her why.
With a shake of her head, she forced all thoughts of Danny away. She couldn’t allow herself distractions right now. Phantom was before her, not her son, and this might be her one chance to take it down.
She aimed right at the ghost’s back and squeezed the trigger. The shot went off, loud in the still night, and Phantom started to turn towards it, eyes opened wide in faked alarm. Its sudden movement made the shot miss dead center, but it hit the ghost on the shoulder. With a cry meant to imitate a human's cry of pain in an attempt to manipulate her, the ghost dropped from the sky. It landed with a heavy thud on the ground, hand clutching its shoulder. Green ectoplasm was slowly trickling from the wound.
Maddie jumped out of her cover, gun aimed at the ghost’s head. Now she had the opportunity to take it out once and for all. The ghost paled when it caught sight of her.
“M-mom?” It said, its voice perfectly replicating how Danny sounded when afraid. Maddie froze in place, breath caught in her lungs. In that moment Phantom looked eerily like her son. Hurt and bleeding because of her.
A moment later, she shook the nostalgia off. This was not her son. This was a ghost. An imprint of post-human consciousness. It was just trying to imitate her son to manipulate her. Enraged, she raised her gun to fire at it again, but in that moment it turned invisible. Swearing silently, she turned on the special layer in her goggles that made her able to see ghosts even when invisible. But Phantom was still nowhere to be seen. It must have turned intangible and slid into the ground. The ghost was gone.
“Damn it, I was so close!” she swore and her shoulders slumped in defeat. She had allowed herself a moment of weakness, had fallen for its manipulation, and it had allowed it to escape.
Defeated, she decided to call it a night and return home. No way the ghost would allow itself to be caught off guard again anytime soon. But Maddie could be patient. She’d get it next time.
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The next morning Maddie went about her morning routine as she always did. Putting on the coffee, taking a shower, getting dressed and starting on breakfast. Then, once it became clear Danny wasn’t getting up by himself - like usual - she went to wake him up.
Knocking on the door didn't result in any answer but that was normal. She opened the door and walked inside, seeing Danny sleeping on his side. The room was a mess, like normal, and she sighed. But there was one thing in particular that caught her eye. She frowned and walked closer, noticing the corner of a first aid bag sticking out from under the bed. She pulled it out and her heart started beating a bit quicker at just how much of the bandages had been used up.
She and Jack had been concerned for months since Danny had been drawing away from them, staying out late, sneaking out at all hours of the day. And sometimes he’d be injured. But no matter how many times they tried to ask him about it, he refused to answer. They were worried he’d gotten into some sort of trouble, maybe a gang, maybe the bullying had just become worse. Whatever it was, it must be bad to have transformed their happy child into the miserable teenager he now was.
Maddie reached out to shake Danny’s shoulder but jumped back in surprise when Danny woke up with a loud cry. His hand flew to the shoulder she had touched, his whole face scrunching up in pain. As she watched he slowly sat up in bed, winching. He was injured.
“Danny!” she exclaimed, worry lacing thick in her stomach. “You’re hurt! Let me help you!”
She reached out towards him again but stopped when he flinched away from her, a look of fear on his face. Hurt joined the worry in her stomach, making her feel sick. He didn’t trust her, he seemed afraid of her.
“I’m fine!” Danny said in a high pitched voice, clearly lying. “Perfectly peachy.”
“Danny”, she said in her disappointed mom voice. He grimaced but only insisted again that he was fine. Maddie sighed. “If you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to, but just … please try to be more careful in the future?”
The look he gave her was sour, so much so that she wanted to reprimand him for it, but he was obviously in pain right now so she’d let it slide. “I’ll try.” Under his breath, so quiet she barely heard him, he said, “I’ll dodge next time.”
“Well, go get gleaned up and come down for breakfast. And better hurry with it or you’ll be late for school.” Danny nodded and she left his room to give him privacy. Though she couldn’t help worrying about his wound.
How had he gotten hurt? And so bad he needed bandages? Why did he not want to talk to her or Jack about it? It just didn’t make any sense!
She sat down at the dinner table, taking a deep sip from her cup. As she did, unbridled the memory of last night popped into her head. You shot Phantom in that same shoulder, a voice whispered in the back of her head. She frowned and shook her head to dispel the thought. What did it matter if Phantom got hurt in the same shoulder as Danny? That had nothing to do with each other. Must be her mind playing tricks on her since Phantom calling her mom had thrown her off her game.
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The next clue she didn’t see in person, but on the news. Lance Thunder was reporting on the most recent ghost fight. It’s a rerun from earlier that day, or she and Jack would already be on the way to the scene to fight the ghost themselves.
It was a fight between Phantom and that technology ghost that causes so many problems for the city. In both property damage and in the amount of blackouts it has caused. As usual, Phantom arrived only moments after the ghost appeared. Maddie and Jack had built more and more sophisticated systems for detecting ghosts and had made the Fenton Assault VehicleTM faster and yet they always appear minutes after Phantom. Even the other ghost hunter, the Red Huntress, was usually faster than them. Though at least the GIW were the slowest of them all to appear. Still, it was infuriating that a ghost was better at ghost hunting than them.
As usual, Phantom was also very quick at dealing with the ghost. Jack and Maddie didn’t get there until the fight was already over. Lance Thunder catching the fight on camera was pure luck, as usually he too is too late to the scene. Apparently he and his crew had already been nearby to film something else when the ghosts appeared.
At least it gave Maddie a chance to observe the ghosts, to try and gauge any weaknesses from the footage.
The fight was fast and Phantom threw around its usual infuriating quips. Within ten minutes the ghost was defeated, though she couldn’t really tell how Phantom had defeated the technology ghost. One minute they had been exchanging blows, the technology ghost seeming to have the upper hand, and the next all the electronics it was using had just stopped working. But she guessed it was too much to ask for a ghost - non-sentient as they were - to have any sort of finesse while controlling items.
Phantom had come out victorious, though with a big gash across its shin, dripping ectoplasm in a steady stream down on the ground. As usual, within moments of it having sucked the other ghost into its stolen Fenton thermos, Phantom disappeared. When she and Jack had appeared at the scene moments later, it was gone without a trace.
Truly infuriating that, Phantom’s ability to go up in smoke. None of the other ghosts shared that ability and they couldn’t figure out how it did it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening. She turned around and saw Danny walk into the house. She smiled at him but didn’t get one in return. Instead Danny frowned at her before looking away.
Not letting that deter her, she started up a conversation. “How was school, darling?”
“Good”, Danny mumbled, not meeting her eyes.
“You didn’t get another detention, did you?” she asked, her tone sharper. He’d gotten far too many of those lately and despite the number of groundings they had given him, nothing seemed to help.
“No, not today. Everything was fine.” He still wasn’t looking at her though and before she could say anything else he turned and walked towards the kitchen, probably to get a snack. As he walked, she noticed that he was limping. Her heart sank into her stomach. He was injured again. But, considering how he responded every time she asked about his health, she knew he would deny being hurt if she brought it up.
Sighing, she watched him limp away before turning to the TV again. It was showing the best moments from the fight, including the moment Phantom floated victorious over its fallen opponent. Her eye caught on its injured leg. The same leg Danny had been favoring.
Another injury shared between Danny and Phantom. But no … no, it was just a coincidence. A ghost couldn't be human and a human couldn't be a ghost. It was literally impossible, as ectoplasm couldn't coexist with living material. If she so much as mentioned such a possibility to any other ghost hunter they’d laugh in her face. The time the students of Casper High momentarily gained ghost powers had been a fluke. A one time thing caused by a ghost infecting them with ectoplasm. It would have eventually killed the students if they hadn’t been cured. If Danny was Phantom he would have to be dead and her son was not dead.
Danny could not be Phantom.
But despite that thought, she couldn’t help but notice a very worrisome pattern. Almost obsessively, she started to watch all new battles Phantom engaged in. Not to find a weakness - even if she told Jack that was why she was doing it, as she was not ready to admit even to him what she had started to suspect deep down - but to see where and how he - it - had been wounded. Then she would compare it with Danny.
The picture it painted was damning. The small wounds - tiny cuts and bruises - she could not find on her son’s body. But the big ones? The big ones were there. Danny would limp when Phantom injured a leg. He’d wince when she hugged him if Phantom got a hit to the ribs. He’d shy away from shoulder pats if Phantom had taken a blast to them.
Danny kept getting injured in the same places Phantom got injured.
Maddie didn’t know what to think. Her mind felt scrambled, as if someone had put her brain through a mixer. She didn’t know what to do, especially since Danny refused to talk to her, would barely even look at her.
She just … had to know.
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It was the middle of the night when Maddie peeked into Danny’s room. She sighed soundlessly at finding him in bed, sleeping, for once. At least he was here, safe, right now.
She sneaked into the room on silent feet, tiptoeing over dirty clothes, schoolbooks and a random plate lying on his floor. Right up to his bed she sneaked. Danny was lying on his stomach, something she knew he usually never did. But she also remembered Phantom earlier that evening getting knocked back first into the ground with such force it created quite a sizable crater. If her earlier observations held true, Danny was sleeping on his stomach because he had hurt his back.
Usually, she would have confirmed the latest injury already, while he was awake. It was quite easy to sneak in a pat down disguised as a motherly pat on the back. But this last week Danny had started to avoid all touch, from both her and Jack. She had a sinking feeling it was because all her touches had hurt him lately.
But it left her with no choice, even if it made her feel creepy. She had to check if he was injured while he was asleep.
Inch by inch she peeled back the comforter to expose Danny’s pajama clad body. Halfway through the motion, she froze, as Danny mumbled something and shifted. After a few seconds though, he stilled again. At least she could pretend she was putting the comforter back if he woke and noticed her here.
Eventually, the comforter was pulled back far enough and she left it to pool by Danny’s hips. She grabbed hold of the bottom of the pajama shirt and was about to pull it up when Danny shifted in his sleep again. A whine left his lips and then something that sounded like a choked off sob.
Once again, Danny settled down after a few seconds and she started to pull the shirt up. A white bandage came into sight, wrapped around Danny’s back. She pulled the shirt up further and saw that the bandage extended across his whole ribcage. In one place at the dead center of his back, the bandages even had a dark spot. Blood. Sighing warily, she started to pull his shirt back again, now when she had confirmed that Danny once again was injured in the same place as Phantom had been that day.
Before she could though, Danny started to whimper and then to speak. Frozen in place, she could only listen and hope she hadn’t woken him.
“No”, he mumbled, so quiet she could barely hear him over the beating of her own heart. “P-please no… don’t hurt me.”
Maddie felt like crying. She didn’t know why Danny kept getting hurt, but she suspected Phantom had somehow created a bond between itself and her son. Maybe the ghost transferred the wound to her son. Either way, she hated herself for failing to protect Danny. She should probably wake him up, free him from his terrible nightmare. But she hesitated. If she listened in, maybe Danny would reveal what was troubling him. Considering he was so tight lipped while awake it might be her only chance to figure it out.
“P-please, I’m still your son”, Danny begged and Maddie’s blood froze to ice in her veins. What? “I p-promise, I’m still Danny. No! Don’t hurt me, mom! I’m still Danny!”
It felt like a ghost had reached intangibly through her chest and ripped her lungs out. She just couldn't seem to breathe properly. Tears started dripping down her face. Danny, her baby boy, was afraid of her. She had never before felt more like a huge failure of a parent. Her dad had raised her with the idea that fearing and respecting him was more important than trust and love and she had promised herself to do better. And yet here she was, listening to her son having a nightmare about her hurting him.
She just… had no idea what could have caused her son to have so little trust in her. To fear her.
"Mom, no! I'm still human! I'm only half ghost! P-please don't dissect me! I'm still me!"
She gasped, horror freezing the blood in her veins into ice. Half ghost. What did that mean? It was impossible to be half ghost. Except … those kids did have ghost powers for a while. And ever since Danny got into that accident with the portal she and Jack had known he was a bit ecto contaminated. A human could have some ectoplasm in them.
And … The memory arose of Phantom floating on his back, admiring the stars. So much like Danny lying on his back on the roof, admiring the stars. Phantom spotting her and calling her mom, looking and sounding so much like Danny that she’d frozen in place.
Phantom getting injured in the shoulder, Danny having a wound on his shoulder too. She looked down at his back and the huge bandage that covered it. Hadn’t she snuck in here tonight because she wanted to confirm if Phantom’s latest injury had been transferred to Danny or not? Had she not started to see more and more connections between the ghost and her son?
Half ghost, half human. Phantom wasn't transferring it’s- his injuries to Danny. Phantom was Danny.
It must have been the portal accident. There was no other explanation. Her baby had died - half died? - and she hadn't known. And Danny hadn’t trusted her enough to tell her. Instead, he feared her. Feared what she would do to him if she found out. Dissect rang through her head and she had to bite back a sob. Worst thing was that she couldn't even deny that Danny hadn’t had anything to fear. If she just a few hours earlier had gotten her hands on Phantom she would have dissected i- him. She had told Danny to his face that she wanted to dissect him.
She was the worst mother ever. And now she was too much of a coward to even reach out and wake Danny from his nightmare. Because … what if he woke up and was still afraid of her? What if he woke up and got more afraid than he’d been while having a nightmare?
Suddenly, she couldn't stand to be in here any longer, listening to her son having a nightmare about her hurting him. Gently as she could in her hurry to get out of here, she pulled his pajama top back into place and placed his comforter over his body again. Then she snuck out of the room, closing the door behind her.
She couldn't return to her and Jack’s bedroom. He was sleeping peacefully in there, unaware that her whole life had been turned on its head in a matter of seconds. Instead she stumbled down the stairs into the living room and curled up on the couch. She pulled a blanket over her, trying to stop the chills that made her whole body shake. Or maybe it was the sobs that made her shake.
Maddie didn’t know what to do. Her son was afraid of her. She knew she had to do something to make him not afraid of her again, but she didn't know what or how. If she just outright asked him about this she feared it would just make him spiral, make him more afraid of her.
And Jack! She had to tell him, but how? They had been abusing their son, she knew it would absolutely crush him to find out. Jack loved his children, he would hate himself for hurting them.
Well, one thing was clear at least. She would stop hunting Phantom. She would never again make a weapon that could hurt her son, never again make any indication that she even wanted to hurt him. She would make herself into a person Danny could trust again, until he felt safe enough to tell her himself. And if he didn’t trust her … then she would accept that too.
5. Literally just … so many people
“I’m going ghost!” could be heard echoing through the mall and the dozen of people who had hidden away behind the counter in the food mall peered over said counter as a flash of bright white light almost blinded them. In front of them were Danny Fenton, the ghost hunters’ son. There was a bright white ring around his waist. The ring split into two and one traveled up his body, the other down. Wherever they went they transformed the boy, turning him into Danny Phantom, the resident town hero.
The boy? Ghost? The ghost boy jumped into the air and flew towards the other ghost in the mall, a huge ghost bunny. Meanwhile, the people behind the counter slowly slid back down under cover. They all looked at each other in shock.
“Danny Phantom is … alive? And he’s Danny Fenton, the son of our ghost hunters?” One brave soul said, the others nodded numbly. “We … we can’t tell anyone about this ever, can we?” They all shock their heads in silent agreement. “Alright … let's try and forget that ever happened.”
So when the fight ended and Danny Phantom turned into Danny Fenton with another bright flash, the people behind the counter stayed huddled there for another few minutes until the boy had left. Silently, they climbed out of their hiding place and went about their day. Though the next time each person who had been present saw their hero, they yelled an encouraging word or two at him. The painfully young boy looked at them in surprise before a happy grin spread over his face.
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Lance Thunder was smoothing down his hair, anxiously looking towards the ghost current wreaking havoc a couple of meters from them. It was that technology ghost. Tetanus or something. He glanced at the camera. “Are we live yet?”
“Not yet, we’re having some technological problems”, his camera man reported back and fiddled with the settings on the camera he carried.
“Alright, let me know when we start, I always embarrass myself in front of the camera because you never warn me. I swear, sometimes I wonder if you want to em-”
“I’m going ghost!” The loud yell interrupted Lance mid sentence and he turned, annoyed, to see who it was. It was Daniel Fenton, those dreadful ghost hunters’ son. He stood in an alley a few meters from them, his back to them. His arms were raised above his head and with a bright flash a white ring appeared around his waist. It moved across his body, revealing a black and white hazmat suit. In just a few seconds Danny Phantom, town hero, had taken the boy’s place.
A second later, Phantom was flying towards the ghost in the distance, yelling out a taunt and hitting it in the face. Lance was left staring in shock over what he’d just seen. The ghost hunters’ son was a ghost. Their hero was a teenager who was hunted by his own parents. And the whole town, Lance included, had at least at one point been hostile towards him. A teenager. A child.
Abruptly, he remembered the camera. The cameraman’s mouth had also fallen open in shock. “Please tell me you didn't catch that on live video”, Lance all but begged.
The cameraman shook himself and then the same fear Lance felt entered his eyes. He turned towards the camera and examined it for an agonizing few seconds before breathing out in relief. “No, we’re still having problems connecting to the network.”
Lance sagged against the brick wall he was hiding behind. “Thank God! There’s no way his parents wouldn’t have found out if it’d been sent live and I don’t want to be the one responsible for Phantom getting dissected - or is it vivisected? - by them.” He sent a hard glare at his cameraman. “We keep quiet about this, you hear me?”
“Loud and clear!” the cameraman squeaked.
A moment later the camera finally came to life and Lance Thunder smoothed his hair into place with a big smile, starting his reporting. No mention of Phantom being alive was made that day.
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Police officer Jason Bergstrom sighed and massaged his temples. “Sir”, he called out as his captain walked past his station. The older man paused, and even before Jason had said anything, his face was morphing into an expression of exasperation. “Another traffic camera caught Fenton transforming on tape.”
The captain sighed. “God damn it. Yo, Carl!” he called out and the other police officer looked up from his computer. “He got caught again.”
Carl groaned and reluctantly got up from his seat to walk over to the wall. There hung a small whiteboard. On the top it said “days since our last incident” and beneath it was a big three. Carl erased the three and wrote down a zero instead. More police officers had noticed the comotion and a few bills of money exchanged hands. Most just looked exhausted though.
The captain turned back to Jason. “Any signs of injuries?”
“Not what I could tell, but the video is dark and from far away. At least he wasn’t limping or showing any obvious signs of injury. Doesn't say much, considering how good he appears to be at hiding injuries.”
“Alright, well you know what to do.”
Jason nodded and turned back to the computer to delete the footage. When he became a police officer he had not imagined he’d be spending most of his day looking over the city’s video footage. Not for any signs of crime - those were rare outside of ghost related ones - but for any camera that might have caught the resident ghost hunters' son on tape transforming into the town's ghostly superhero.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything more we can do for the boy?” Carl asked.
“We’ve been over this already”, the captain said. “Ghosts don’t have any legal rights, meaning if we went to the government with our concerns they’d take the boy away for experimentation. The only thing we can do is send child protective services the Fentons’ way, but considering they keep returning without any incidents to report despite we all knowing that house is one huge OSHA violation, the kid must be overshadowing the workers to turn them away. So unless you wanna be the one responsible for a 14 year old boy getting tortured there isn’t much we can do besides this.”
Carl sagged in place, and some of the other officers did too. It was a topic that often came up for debate in the department. Especially after big battles when the boy was obviously injured or when his parents had been spotted shooting at him. And each time the captain reminded them that they did not have the law at their side in this case.
All Jason and the others could do was delete any evidence they had to keep it out of the government's hands and try to make the boy’s life a little bit easier without having him find out they were doing anything at all. Credible deniability and all that. Still, it rankled on them all.
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My part for the @invisobang event !
Night scenes aren’t easy but it was very fun and challenging !
Big ty for the organizators and my two partners @mystyrust and @serinji 😭
Link to the wonderful fic => here
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do you read social media fics? this really good one for dp just finished. its called tired quaranteens by mystyrust on ao3. theres some really cool coding in it!
Do I like social media fics?? If I find a good social media fic, it makes my whole month
Thank you, anon
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Stardust
Prompt: Someone in Amity dies and becomes a ghost. Danny has to help the ghost through their death. The other ghosts stop attacking to welcome and respect the moment. Meanwhile the town has to grapple with the idea that ghosts use to be human is finally clicking in their minds. (PR220)
@briarlovesu @mystyrust
Word Count: 1427
ao3
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continuation of my ghost farm series
fallen star, ghost farm
i know i didnt use any of your prompts for this mystyrust but its a continuation of your prompts i filled last year so im tagging you anyways
Star cried as she was stuck with a needle. The feeling of ectoplasm burning through her veins. Agent Z looked so happy as he pulled the needle back out, bidding her farewell.
She felt so sick, she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to last for. She didn’t want to die, but she wished more than anything that this would all be over soon.
Star’s ghost ripped itself from her body as she screamed, shining brighter than any of the stars she could see in Amity Park’s night sky. She remembered what Agent Z’s face looked like as she picked him up and started throwing him around inside her room. The memory forever seared into her mind.
Then suddenly, she was falling. She had just died and yet she was still in so much pain. What would it take for this to all be over?
It wasn’t until Phantom showed up. A month after she had been taken, after so many of her friends and classmates had been taken. As soon as Danny Fenton showed up, Phantom wasn’t far behind.
When Phantom came up to her after everything was done, she could see everything. He wasn’t just a ghost feeding his obsession. He was just a kid protecting a whole town of people who didn’t like him. Both halves of him.
Her eyes filled with tears and she wept.
QQQQQ
It's been quiet ever since Phantom discovered the secret GIW facility.
All the ghosts who would attack Amity Park on the regular haven't shown up in over a month. They were horrified by the actions of the ghost hunters that claimed to be doing this for the good of their fellow humans. While the ghosts loved causing mayhem and destruction, they’d never stoop to that level. They knew what it was like to die.
So when those kids died as they were being experimented on, they all agreed to give them time to adjust and process the trauma they had been through.
Star almost wished that everything was just the same as before she had died though.
Not only were the ghosts treating them like they were helpless even though they were on equal footing now, but all of the humans that recognized the teenagers from when they were alive were acting like they were walking on eggshells. They weren’t sure what to make of them.
Sure, the ghosts had stopped attacking and none of the kids who died had made a move yet, but it was as if they were expected to start attacking at the drop of a pin. That they were supposed to be monsters now.
She didn’t know what they were supposed to do.
Star stared out across Amity Park from where she sat on top of a tall building. She heard a rustle to her left and when she turned Phantom was sitting next to her.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
They sat there, a pause of silence. Phantom swung his legs over the side of the building.
“So… How’s it going?”
Star gave him a look. Phantom held his hands up in a placating motion.
“I’m just wondering. You haven’t come to any of the after school meetings that me and Lancer set up. We just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. Paulina too.”
Star curled further into herself at the mention of her best friend. “I shouldn’t be anywhere near the school. I’m a monster now.”
Phantom scoffed. “Are you kidding? You’re the most human looking ghost I’ve ever met. Except for your stardust though.” He gestured at the sparkly dust that was constantly falling off of her.
“I’m a ghost.”
“Yeah?” Phantom said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I killed a man.” She snapped back at him.
He sighed. “I know. And I know you feel awful. But that man. He was an awful man. You were doing what you had to to protect yourself. No one is holding that against you.”
“I had already died. What else was there to protect anymore?”
“Look.” Phantom said. “Whether or not you’re a ghost or human doesn't decide how good or bad you are. Protecting yourself as a ghost is just as important as protecting yourself as a human. It doesn’t matter what you were when there were people doing awful things to you.”
Star’s eyes welled up with tears. “But everybody looks at me like I’m a monster.” She hid her face behind her knees. “My parents looked like they didn’t even recognize me. They mourned the fact that I died but it was like they didn’t really think it was still me here with them.”
Phantom rested his hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him.
“How do you do it?”
He had a quizzical look on his face. “Do what?”
“Live with the fact that everyone thinks you're some evil ghost that’s manipulating the whole town. Especially your parents.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know.” He looked up at the sky. “I guess it helps that no one knows it’s me. They just think I’m some random ghost that came out of the zone.”
He sighed. “I’ve seen timelines where my parents accept me for who I am, but I’ve also seen timelines where they don’t. It makes it hard because I don’t really know how things are going to go, but I want to have faith that my parents' love for me is stronger than their hatred for ghosts.”
“What if it’s not though? What if my parents always hate what I’ve become?”
“They just need time to grapple with your death. The whole town does.” He looked back at Star. “I don’t think any of the townsfolk really thought about how the whole ghost thing meant that the ghosts had to die. It’s a lot to take in.”
“I guess.” Star looked up at the sky and they sat there in silence for a bit.
Then Phantom was standing up. “Well, I gotta run. I have to go home and do my homework.” He groaned. Phantom turned to go, but before he flew around he turned his head to look back at Star. “And think about coming to those after school meetings. Everyone really wants to see you.”
“I’ll think about it.” Star whispered.
Phantom smiled and waved. “See you!” He shot into the sky.
“See you.”
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Star stood outside of room 202. Her legs felt like jelly but she needed to do this.
She took a deep breath, turned the door handle, and pushed the door open.
Inside the room she saw Mikey, Dale, Sarah, Dash. A lot of the underclassmen were there too but she didn’t know many of their names. Lancer and Phantom were in the corner having a hushed conversation with Sam. The kids around them were goofing off though, showing displays of their new ghost powers.
Star balled her hands into fists. They weren’t supposed to have ghost powers. They were only like this because of what those terrible men did to them. This was too much. She didn’t know if she would be able to-
“Star!”
The panicked thoughts racing through Star’s head stopped. Her eyes focused back in and they darted to Paulina who was running up to her.
Paulina almost bowled her over with a big hug, sending a big puff of stardust flying.
“Where have you been? I’ve missed you so much! Everyone’s been wondering when you were going to come!”
Star smiled softly and wrapped her arms around Paulina. “Heh… Sorry. I was dealing with stuff.”
Paulina pulled away, her hands still resting on Stars shoulders, and she looked down at herself. “And what is this? Is it glitter? It looks really pretty!”
Star chuckled. “Phantom calls it my stardust.”
“Ohhh.” Paulina said. “That’s a very good description for it actually.” Paulina let go of Star’s shoulder and she grabbed onto one of her hands. “Now come on. Everyone wants to know how you’re doing.”
Paulina dragged her over to the group of kids, all who gave her a very warm greeting. When Dash walked up to her she was engulfed in a bear hug. When he set her down she looked past him and made eye contact with Phantom. He smiled at her.
It would take some time for the town to come to terms with what happened, but Star had people who understood her and who were there to support her.
Maybe that would be enough for now.
#gorgi writes#danny phantom#star#danny fenton#paulina sanchez#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#phic#phic phight#phic phight 2022#phic phight team ghost
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