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spacedace · 8 months

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Reluctant War AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

More of the brain worm that has taken me over, gonna probably post it to Ao3 here before too long. Already got another part started and so many ideas for additional stuff, someone please send help I've been consumed by this thing lol

Sorry if Waller seems out of character, outside of fandom I'm mostly familiar with her through Justice League the animated show & Justice League: Unlimited and her vibe there has always struck me as "deeply incredibly unlikable character that also kind of has a point but also has done so much fucked up shit in the name of her goals that you don't really care about her point anymore." So you know, complicated lol. If she's completely unrecognizable let me know, but I'm hoping she feels at least somewhat like Waller.

Forgot to say this in the last update, but still feel free to use all this as an overly long prompt if yall want. Literally anything I throw out to the void should be treated as a prompt lol If there's anything at all interesting to you in any of this nonsense go for it <3 <3 <3

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Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Ruthless, heartless, vicious, cruel.

She’d been called it all. Wore the words thrown as insults as a badges of pride and valor. Because at the end of the day, when it came to the problems she was given to face, the issues she was meant to solve, those words meant she’d done what others had been too squeamish or cowardly to do. Life was a never ending slog of trolley problems and she the only one unshakable enough to pull the levers that needed pulling.

It wasn’t so simple as a matter of greater good.

Greater good was what the weak willed muttered to themselves after having feelings over doing the bare minimum. A justification used by people on all sides to do what they wanted with fractured, faulty logic thrown around like truth was a thing immutable. To assuage their guilt when they were forced to make a call they didn’t want to.

It wasn’t a matter of greater good. It was a matter of preservation. Of protection. Of digging through the filth to find the threats skittering beneath and crush them with ruthless abandon. Of facing a god and not blinking because if you did it could cost the world.

Of doing what needed to be done, no matter how underhanded or atrocious it was.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the throat of something that could threaten to destroy it all.

When the Ghost Investigation Ward had been shoved her way with it’s sucking wound of a budget, it’s bloated incompetent staff, its asinine methods she’d seen a rotted limb in need of hacking off. It hadn’t been until she’d been conducting her inspection, digging through the trash for a few pearls of effective agents she could snatch up and put to work elsewhere, that she’d truly seen what they were working on. The potential.

Potential to better arm themselves with in the forms of the strange new weapons being created.

Potential for threats far greater than anything even she had thought possible before.

The GIW as it had been when she’d first come across it was a fetid waste of time and resources. A laughing stock agency only secret because no one took them seriously enough to look. Made stupid and useless with its own conceited delusions of importance it didn’t actually have. Yet.

She went to work on it. Hacking away as she’d originally intended, but this time with a different goal in mind. She ripped out the weeds with bare, calloused hands and planted proficiency and loyalty in their place. She took over as director herself, tossing the self-aggrandizing fool that had been running the place into the ground to the dogs as the culprit for misappropriate spendings, saving the agency by tweaking things until their ballooning budget was pinned neatly onto the former director as an embezzling charge.

Then she got to work.

The Fentons were brilliant, if entirely insane. But Amanda could work with that. She’d reigned Harley Quinn in - more or less - she could do the same to the two deranged scientists that so eagerly wanted to be apart of the fight against the dead. Especially when the benefit came in the form of the inventions they threw together so easily, especially when those inventions were weapons.

It took very little to get them on board with her plans for the GIW. Keeping their focus could be a chore, at times, but she didn’t even have to really do much in the way of pressing to get them back where she wanted them. They craved knowledge and understanding nearly as much as they craved the eradication of the entities themselves. Letting them have the first look at a new subject here, free reign over a vivisection there, it took so little to fuel their fervor and keep them busy working on the projects she set for them.

Things had been going smoothly.

For a time at least.

Until Phantom.

He’d been the main focus of the previous director’s attention, the big fish he’d so desperately wanted to catch and put up on his wall. Amanda wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a tempting prospect, but not one she’d put above the other projects she had set in motion since taking over. No, Phantom was powerful, enough to be a real problem one day, but she could the awkward youth in the way he held himself, the inexperience in how he handled situations. She had time to get everything else in order before focusing on getting Amity Park’s would-be hero brought to heel.

And he would be brought to heel. One way or another.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the Core of a fledgling god and bending him to her will.

An artifact, old an powerful, recovered with some effort. A means of controlling specters, of chaining them to the will of the artifact’s wielder. Dangerous in the wrong hands. Dangerous in the right hands.

It was shattered, and even whole and functional Phantom was resistant to its power. But Amanda Waller prided herself in her ability to see the potential in things. It could be repaired, be made better. Even gods could be bound, be made to kneel, with the right pieces, with the right application of force.

It was just a matter of time to gather everything needed.

Phantom didn’t know he could single handedly destroy every last member of the Justice League. The baby fat, the innocent eyes, the split-second hesitations when he fought. He knew enough to be confident in fighting the usual ghosts that haunted Amity Park, but he still very much saw himself as a little fish. Maybe it was the part of him that was still Daniel Fenton, gangly teenager not quite sure what he was truly capable of yet.

She had time before the Fenton’s son truly became an issue. Time to judge if his parents’ obsessiveness would overcome their - rather shoddy, by Amanda’s estimation - parental instincts and continue to hunt him once they knew the truth. Time to get as much out of them as she could before hand, should they falter at the idea of attacking their own son. Time for the staff to be repaired and returned to working order, to get the other items needed for the truly big fish hidden on the other side of the veil between worlds.

She had time.

Until she didn’t.

Pariah Dark had not been something she thought she’d have to account for - not yet, at least.

If he wasn’t already dead, she’d ring the Ghost King’s neck with her bare hands. His arrival had opened Phantom’s eyes to what he was capable of, of just how big of a fish he was. Worse still, Phantom’s defeat of the war mongering King changed the state of play. Phantom was no longer an impressively powerful half dead teenager.

He was King Infinite.

He was an Ancient.

He was getting on her last damn nerves.

Phantom’s rogue gallery were now firmly under the boy’s control. Still distinct nuisances around Amity Park, but no longer considered true concerns. They were loyal to their boy king, delighting in ruffling his feathers but never crossing the line into treason or attempted regicide. Which meant that the GIW was the only thing that held his attention.

Amanda took the time to send a care package to the former GIW director in his tiny, dank prison cell. As thanks for his carelessness in revealing to the entire town - both living and dead - of the agency’s existence and their intentions. Had he stuck to standard protocol, Phantom would have been none the wiser to their presence. Would have scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders at the ghost that went missing upon occasion. Would have been boredly uninterested in the people his parents had begun working with. Would have been taken by surprise when they finally came for him.

But no.

No that self-obsessed, fame chasing imbecile had to go and announce to everyone and their dead mother that the GIW existed and exactly what it was they were in Amity Park to do.

Phantom knew what they were there to do.

They could only count on his naive certainty that he could broker peace with them for so long.

Peace. As if he and his people weren’t the invading force, the monsters slipping in through the cracks between worlds, the latest threat that had to be accounted for. As if he himself hadn’t rent their world asunder himself in another world, another time. No. Peace was not something they could hash out with this baby-faced monarch with his too-big crown. Peace was the assurance of safety, security. Of control of the situation.

There could be no peace.

The higher ups were somehow surprised when Phantom took that to mean there would be war.

Amanda Waller was not.

The Fentons, as suspected, took the right side when all was revealed. Steady hands and flinty eyes as they crafted the weapons that would be needed for the coming fight. Minds even sharper in their maddened grief, hearts set on revenge for the son lost and the entity that stole his face and friends and sister in his garish pretense at humanity. They were blinded to the reality of the situation in its entirety, the potential in what their son truly was, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. They did what she needed them to do, they could believe whatever it was they wanted so long as they did.

By the time the boy king and his armies marched upon the Amity park facility, preparations had been put into place. The base in Amity had been stripped back to bare essentials, everything of importance moved to more secured locations.

The weapons labs.

The artifact.

The girl.

All tucked well away from the front lines where Phantom and his motley crew could not reach. Their time to be put in play would come, but not yet. First she needed to gauge what Phantom and his people were capable of, what they were willing to do in the name of what they wanted. Amity Park was a pawn well sacrificed on that front. As were the other facilities she’d left easy to find.

The problem with making children gods, with giving them crowns and calling them King and giving them armies to play with, was that they thought there should be rules. That even in the trenches tearing apart their enemies, there was a certain level of playing fair that everyone was held to. They thought there was a way the world worked, of how things should be that blinded them to more effective options even as time stretched on and desperation set in.

It was the Dead’s problem though, not hers.

She reached out to the Justice League. Sour faced, unhappy, bitterly reluctant to accept that she needed their help. Stone faced and barely containing their rage at what little they knew of the situation, they agreed to a meeting.

She didn’t let herself smile until she was well and truly alone in her office.

Greater good. A lie people told themselves. A fairytale told to children. A means of convincing the weaker willed that they had no choice, that they had a noble duty to bend to. A belief that could be wielded like a weapon if the fantasy of the idea had dug in deep enough. And there were few it had dug into so deep as the members of the Justice League.

Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands clenched tight on a victory long in the making.

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Part Four

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton #amanda waller #GIW #ghost investigation ward #Jack Fenton #Maddie Fenton #bad parents jack & maddie fenton #cause none of this is angsty enough yet lol #tw references to vivisection #tw references to death #waller out here playing 3d chess #of course she wasn't surprised by the inevitable war she was just hoping she'd have her secret weapon ready before it actually kicked off #oh well she still has plans B - J to get through #and all the variations for each #gonna take care of her ghost problem and her justice league problem in one fell swoop if she gets her way #just throw some GIW agents into the meat grinder for a bit while she gets stuff in order & so she can see just what Danny is willing to do #anyway wonder what Elle is up to during all this #i'm sure she's fine and there's nothing to worry about #waller playing the long con yall

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lavendarlily · 7 months

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happy ectober!! i'm so excited to share my first piece of public writing with this silly story.

ectober day 2: technomancy @ectoberhaunt

thank you @redactedgoose for all the fabulous feedback and guidance on this <3

operation pookie

words: 4979

read it on AO3

a ghost attack in the park leaves Dash feeling like his world is crumbling, and there's only one person who can help him.

Dash sat on the curb outside the park, still trying to process the previous events. Everything was fine an hour ago. He was tossing a disc for his dog just like any other time he’d taken Pookie out for some playtime. They even had a playdate scheduled next Saturday with the dachshund that lived down the street.

He kicked at the gravel beneath his feet, shoulders slumped, streaks from dried tears marring his face. How could Dash fix this? He was just a seventeen year-old kid. There was no way he could stand up to an established (albeit corrupt) government organization.

He stood and turned, eyeing the remnants of the disaster in the park. Trees stood bent over and split and large craters decorated the once pristine grass. What he didn’t expect to see was a glowing figure carefully zipping around the scene of the crime. A sense of hope returned to Dash once he spotted his hero. If anyone knew what to do, it was Phantom. Dash sprinted over, yelling to get his attention.

“Phantom! Hey! Phantom!”

The ghostly hero flashed out of sight.

“Phantom, please,” Dash’s words trailed off as his speed slowed to a stop, then collapsed on the ground with his head in his hands. “Phantom, please, please, please,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

“Are-are you okay?” He heard a tinny, echoing voice ask. Dash peered through his fingers and saw before him the elusive Phantom, head cocked and eyes swirling with concern as he faced Dash.

Dash jumped up, the quick movement causing Phantom to back away.

“Wait!” He cried, then realized he needed to calm down or risk causing the ghost to disappear again. “Wait. I-I need your help Phantom. You’re the only one who can help me.”

Phantom said nothing, but didn’t leave either, which Dash took as a good sign. He motioned to the park before them - or what was left of it. What wasn’t destroyed was covered in green goo that the Ghost Investigation Ward had failed to clean.

“There was a ghost attack. The GIW came quicker than I’d ever seen them. They-they nuked it or something. It exploded and it contaminated the whole park. There weren’t many people around, but-but the green stuff, Pookie got into it. They took my dog away and I don’t know what they’re gonna do to him. Please. I need to get him back.”

Phantom stared, making Dash feel self-conscious, a feeling that was mostly foreign him these days. He felt pathetic, sobbing in front of his hero, literally begging him for help, as if his problems matched up to those of Phantom.

“They got your dog?” Phantom asked. Dash nodded slowly.

“I’m really sorry. That’s…hard,” the ghost said. He brought a gloved hand to his chin. “I think I remember where their closest headquarters are. I’m not sure if I can break through their anti-ghost defenses, but it’s worth checking out.”

Dash perked up. “Does that mean you can help me?”

“To the best of my ability, but I can’t promise anything,” Phantom said cautiously. “These guys have serious anti-ghost tech.”

“I’ll come with you!” Dash blurted before he could really think about what he was offering.

Instead of laughing at Dash’s dumb bravery, Phantom smiled reassuringly. “Thank you, but I have people who know a lot about this stuff. Your dog will be in good hands.”

“Right - Pookie’s my dog. I want to come,” Dash said firmly, surprising even himself for talking like that to Phantom. He took a deep breath, then added, “We’ve worked together in the past. I can do this. Please.”

The ghost stared him down. Dash felt like Phantom was piercing straight through to his soul, analyzing every fear and flaw, and although Dash felt the need to tag along, he hoped he didn’t give his underlying apprehension away.

Phantom then let out a dramatic sigh.

“I suppose you’re right.” He held out a hand to Dash. “Let’s go.”

Elated and anxious, Dash grabbed the hero’s hand and was hoisted into the air. Of course Dash had seen how Phantom held his own in battle, but he was still surprised by the seemingly effortless way the ghostly teen was able to carry him as though Dash- a 6 foot 3, 220 pound athlete- weighed nothing. Though he was shy to admit it, the sudden increase in elevation was a bit…much for Dash, not to mention the incredible speed at which they seemed to be traveling. The blur of buildings and roads below made Dash a little queasy, but he would rather throw his championship rings into the ocean than throw up on his hero.

The view below, or what Dash was able to process of it, changed from a cityscape to rolling hills and small forests. Just as Dash was about to doubt Phantom’s hunch, he felt the ghost stiffen, and began descending towards a wooded area. He placed Dash down carefully, which didn’t go unappreciated. Dash was going to need a moment.

“I can feel the ghost shield. It’s about a quarter mile ahead,” Phantom said, not seeming to notice Dash hunched over behind him. “I can’t enter with that thing functioning.”

He began walking towards where the building was supposed to be, and glanced back at Dash. “Stay close and stay hidden,” he ordered.

They eventually came upon a stark white, single level building. The two crouched behind some bushes and took in their surroundings. Dash could see the ghost shield in place, as Phantom had predicted, but the entrance was unguarded otherwise.

“I’m going to get a closer look. Stay here,” Phantom whispered, then disappeared from sight before Dash could protest. A minute passed, then two, leaving Dash feeling vulnerable and unsettled. A moment later, he noticed a soft glow coming from the foliage to the left. Phantom slowly emerged and waved Dash over.

“I found the control panel for the shield, up there on the roof.” Phantom pointed upwards, and Dash could see a small metal box expelling the anti-ghost matter. “If we can figure out how to deactivate it, I can phase us into the building.”

Dash held up a rock. “Will this work?”

“No offense, but I don’t think-”

Dash threw the rock.

Thank god for all his years of football, because his aim was perfect. The rock smashed the control panel and the shield fell.

“Wow. I can’t believe that worked,” Phantom said, almost sounding impressed. “Now let’s go before they realize it’s down!”

Phantom grabbed Dash’s wrist and a cold feeling washed over him. He held back a yelp as he realized he could see straight through where his body was supposed to be. Immediately he was flying forward towards the front doors, and Dash braced for impact in three, two…

One never came. He opened his eyes and found himself floating behind closed double doors. Ahead was a long, stark white hallway with doors leading all the way down on both sides.

“Okay, this might take some time before we find your dog,” whispered Phantom. “Just hold on.”

They flew through the first door to the right of them, which was just a simple office including a desk, computer, chairs, and a bookshelf - nothing you wouldn’t expect in a typical workplace, and nothing nefarious to be seen.

This was going to require some time, which wasn’t necessarily on their side.

They floated through the wall and into the adjacent room. This one looked like an interrogation room. It was split in half by a one-way window. Looking past it was a steel table, but instead of chairs and cuffs linked to the tabletop, metal clamps were soldered in as if to hold the subject down. Dash felt Phantom’s body vibrate in dissatisfaction before they continued.

Phantom led them through the remaining rooms in the hall, but they were all dead ends. A metal door led to another hall, which Phantom attempted to phase through, but the two bounced back when they made contact instead of seamlessly passing.

“Crap. Must be made with ectoranium,” Phantom grumbled.

“Can I just open it?” Dash asked.

“No, look. It’s locked with a keycard. We’ll have to wait until someone opens it.” Sure enough, a computer system was mounted on the wall next to the door.

Dash’s heart picked up. “We can’t just sit here! Who knows what kind of sick things they’re doing to Pookie!” He cried, voice trembling.

“Keep it down,” was Phantom’s response. “Let me think.”

They floated in silence for a moment, all the while Dash’s anxiety was increasing. Phantom drifted over towards the keycard entry, and though Dash couldn’t quite see him, he could guess the ghost was examining it.

“I’m going to put you down for a second. Don’t touch me until I say it’s safe,” he ordered.

Dash felt the cold sensation leave his body as he became a solid mass of boy once again, his feet planted firmly on the tiled floor. He stood with his back to the door, keeping an eye out for anyone coming down the hall.

Dash felt the hair on his neck stand up and turned back to the door. He watched a spark of lightning dance across the keycard reader, but instead of frying the system, it beeped a confirmation and the door slid open. Simultaneously, Phantom reappeared and dropped to the floor, clutching his stomach. Dash ran to his side.

“Hey, Phantom, I know you’re not doing too hot, but we gotta keep going before someone sees us,” Dash whispered, tugging the ghost up. Meanwhile, Dash’s mind was racing. He’d never seen the ghost kid use a power like that before, and it didn’t seem to follow the unnatural laws of the spectral world. But these were thoughts for another time.

“I’ll be- just give me a second. I’ll be good in a second,” Phantom muttered. Dash grunted and threw the other boy’s arm around his neck and carried him through the doorway. To the left was, luckily, a restroom, and Dash rushed them inside.

Once they were safe, Dash lifted Phantom onto the counter so he could slump against the mirror.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The bathroom was silent while Dash let Phantom recover from whatever he’d just done. He didn’t want to rush him, but Dash could feel time running out. Pookie needed him.

As if he could sense Dash’s thoughts, Phantom grumbled and shimmied off the counter. Dash could tell his eyes looked a bit brighter than they had a moment ago, and the glow surrounding him was stronger.

Phantom gave Dash a nod and held out his hand. “Let’s go get him.”

Dash took a deep breath and allowed the sensation to overtake him again. It wasn’t so bad now that he knew what to expect. In fact, it was rather welcome compared to the fear of being seen he’d briefly experienced while Phantom opened the doors.

They zigzagged through the hall as they’d done previously, still to no avail. About halfway through, Phantom stopped.

“I hear something,” he said.

Dash silently waited for him to continue. When Phantom didn’t elaborate or move, Dash spoke up.

“What is it?”

“Shhh! I’m trying to listen! There’s voices.”

“What are they saying?”

“I can’t tell if you keep talking.”

Phantom’s tone shut Dash up.

Soon they were moving again, quicker this time. They flew into an empty room, and to Dash’s surprise, Phantom placed Dash down and dropped his own intangibility.

Phantom looked Dash dead in the eye and almost growled, “Stay. Here. I’ll be right back.”

The ghost flashed out of sight, leaving Dash in what looked to be another standard office layout. He sat down in a chair and nervously tapped his leg. Surely, something was wrong, if Phantom was acting like that.

His mind drifted. How many times had this happened to other people? How many beloved pets or even people had the GIW taken in? What kind of twisted things even occurred in this building that remained unknown to the public?

Dash felt sick.

He wasn’t sure how long Phantom had been gone, but it felt too long nonetheless. His eyes drifted across the unimpressive room. Nothing stood out - it lacked any kind of personalization or sign of use. There wasn’t even a book case for Dash to turn to to distract himself… although, the type of content the GIW would have would probably have the opposite of a calming effect.

“Dash, it’s me,” a disembodied voice whispered, then Phantom reappeared in front of Dash. If he’d found anything, his face didn’t give it away.

“I found Pookie-”

Dash shot up and grabbed Phantom. “Ok, let’s go then! Get us out of here!”

Phantom reeled back and pulled his hand out of Dash’s grasp, eyes glowing. “Wait! We need a plan.” He shook his wrist out. “And don’t ever grab me like that again.”

Dash’s face burned, immediately embarrassed. But he couldn’t help it - the stakes were high. Phantom must’ve also noticed the way Dash shrunk back, because he added, “I know this is important to you. Which is why we need to do this right, okay?”

Dash nodded, then sat back down.

“Like I was saying, I found your dog. And he’s okay. But, there are agents in there with him, and I could sense a lot of tech in that room designed to keep anything with spectral energy from coming in or out. I couldn’t even listen in too long before risking setting off a sensor.”

While the news of Pookie being alright was music to Dash’s ears, the security measures Phantom warned of filled him with dread.

“So what do we do?” Dash asked softly.

“Lucky for us, these guys are kinda idiots. All this tech is linked to the same power source. The panel is located in a control room next to the lab where they are. If we can disable that, our only problem should be the agents.”

Dash recalled the strange keycard reader. “What if the system is ghost-proof?”

Phantom turned away. “I can do it.”

“You don’t mean that trick you’ve been pulling that completely wipes you?”

Phantom flashed a glare at Dash, who promptly ignored it.

“How’s that supposed to help us? Isn’t that still a ghost power or whatever?” He asked.

“Trust me. It’ll work.” The temperature fell as he spoke, sending a chill up Dash’s spine.

Dash pursed his lips. Phantom hadn’t let him down thus far, and this weird power didn’t seem to conform to the normal rules. There was no reason not to trust him, other than the fact that Phantom seemed to be holding something back.

“What’s the plan?”

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Phantom flew them towards the control room, which luckily lacked any ghost security measures. Off to a good start.

The room was…intimidating. Various panels lined an entire wall, with glowing wires vibrating and connecting them together like bugs caught in a spiderweb. Dash, a human, could feel the energy being put out by this thing. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like to Phantom.

Phantom stepped forwards towards the wall, and static filled the air. He gave a nod to Dash, who was more afraid than he’d ever been.

But Pookie needed him.

Lightning crackled in Phantom’s palms and he surged forward, making contact with the elaborate system. Dash stood in awe as the electricity spread across the wall, causing the tech to go haywire. He almost forgot he was supposed to be storming the lab.

“DASH! GO!” Phantom yelled, his voice strained.

Dash came back to reality and booked it to the hallway, just missing a different flash of light, one that signified the line between life and death.

He was immediately met with an agent emerging from the lab, on his way to check why all the equipment was malfunctioning. Adrenaline coursing through him, Dash hurled an uppercut at Pookie’s kidnapper and ran through the doorway to the lab, locking the door behind him.

Two agents around a table looked up at his arrival. One held a needle in his hand that was directed towards the subject on the table.

The subject that was Pookie.

Dash surged forward, grabbed the needle from the agent, and kicked him in the groin. The strike sent him down. He turned to the other agent and thrust the needle into his neck, dispensing the mystery contents into the man. The skin began bubbling at the injection point and the affected agent bent over and began vomiting on the floor.

The other agent had recovered from Dash’s assault at this point, and rose back to his feet, then lunged at Dash.

Once again, Dash was grateful for his football experience that allowed him to quickly assess situations and think on his feet to overcome an opponent. He slammed into the agent and threw him towards the table. He spotted metal restraints welded onto the surface and grabbed the agent’s wrist, clasping the restraint around him.

Pookie bit the man’s hand as an extra measure.

Dash’s heart swelled at the sight of his dog before him. A gentle wag of his tail relayed Pookie’s relief at the sight of his owner. He seemed unharmed, although reasonably afraid. Dash grabbed his precious cargo and turned towards the door.

Where was Phantom?

The ghost was supposed to meet Dash in here after the anti-ghost security measures were down. With Pookie under his arm, Dash ran out of the lab and towards the control room where he’d left Phantom.

What he found was deeply unnerving.

The agent that Dash had initially run into had Phantom immobilized in anti-spectral handcuffs. He was slumped forward, with a nasty looking gash across his left cheek. Before Dash could react, Pookie lunged forward at the man, and sunk his teeth into the agent’s ankle. The man gasped out in surprise and began aggressively shaking his leg in an attempt to get the dog off of him. While he was distracted, Dash grabbed him by the neck and rushed him into the wall headfirst, promptly knocking the agent out.

Satisfied with his work, Dash turned to Phantom, kneeling next to him. He shook the ghost boy, eliciting a weak groan. Realizing he was still cuffed, Dash searched the agent’s suit for the keys. Succeeding in this, Dash proceeded to free Phantom, and closed eyes became half-lidded as Phantom struggled to meet Dash’s face.

“We need to get out of here, dude. Can you pull it together?” Dash asked urgently.

Phantom slowly peeled himself off the floor. “I can’t fly us out. Too weak.”

He doesn’t even look like he can walk, Dash thought. It looked like it was his turn to carry the team (literally). He scooped up Pookie and held him out to Phantom, who took him in his arms with a confused expression. Without further explanation, Dash grabbed the ghost bridal style and simply started running.

It seemed as though they hadn’t caused enough of a commotion to gain any attention, and with the front doors in sight, Dash thought they might actually make it out with no further obstacles.

Of course, he was wrong.

A group of agents burst out of a room in front of them, heavily armed. They must have been alerted after all and were on their way to check out the disturbance in the lab. Instead, they caught sight of Dash running off with their hostage and Public Ghost Enemy #1.

Weapons at the ready, they formed a wall blocking their only escape route. Dash slowed down, unsure of what to do.

“Stop right there, kid. Surrender the ghosts and you can leave with no questions asked.”

Fury filled Dash’s veins. They’d come so close, and he was not about to let them put their hands on his dog. Never again.

“Wait,” Phantom whispered, stopping Dash from whatever stupid thing he was about to do. “Put me down.”

“Phantom-”

“Put me down, Dash.”

Reluctantly, Dash released his hold on Phantom, who stood shakily in between him and the wall of agents.

“Cover your ears,” he whispered.

The cry that Phantom released was something that would be forever cemented in Dash’s mind. It echoed and pierced; it was filled with a kind of pain that Dash never knew existed until this moment. He watched the weapons fall to the floor, sparking out of control. The agents followed suit, covering their ears in an attempt to filter out the incredible wail destroying their eardrums.

Phantom fell forward, and Dash acted on instinct. With Pookie under his arm, he somehow hoisted Phantom over his other shoulder and pushed through to finally escape out the front door. He didn’t stop running when the agents yelled after him. He didn’t stop running when his peripheral caught a bright flash of light from where he held Phantom. He didn’t stop running even when he thought his lungs were about to burst.

Dash finally stopped when he found a covered area, thick enough to hide themselves from any agents who had managed to follow them out. He dropped his companions and allowed himself to fall onto his back, eyes closed, attempting to regain control of his heart rate. A soft weight made itself known on his chest, and Dash gently placed a hand on his pup.

For how long he laid there, Dash didn’t know. A soft groan reminded him that he was not alone, and oh my god was Phantom okay?

Dash’s eyes burst open and he sat up, gently removing Pookie from his chest. He looked to where he’d just laid Phantom, but something was wrong. A figure was on the ground, curled up with his back to Dash, right where Phantom should’ve been. And just as familiar as Dash was with the likes of Phantom, he knew this one equally well.

“Fenton?” He asked slowly, confusion fogging his brain.

Dash stood, walked over to the body on the ground, and gently rolled him onto his back. Sure enough, the face of Danny Fenton was revealed. Dash watched Danny’s chest rise and fall as he struggled to gather his own thoughts. The best he could do was sit and wait until the other boy regained consciousness.

It wasn’t long before blue eyes revealed themselves. Danny raised his head slightly, brows furrowed in confusion. He brought a hand towards his face, then closed his eyes again, head falling back to the ground.

“Fuck.”

Pookie wandered over and began licking Danny’s cheek, and he groaned in protest, but nonetheless brought a hand to Pookie’s head and began stroking the dog gently.

“Fenton-”

“No. Gimme like, two minutes to get my life together.”

Dash bit his tongue as he continued to watch Danny lay there. He took a seat on the ground and Pookie climbed into his lap. With a heavy sigh, Danny finally propped himself up, sitting upright, facing Dash, who now felt brave enough to start demanding answers.

“Where’s Phantom?” He demanded. “How did you get here?”

Of all things, Danny laughed. “Are you serious?”

If Dash had any remaining energy, he would’ve grabbed the punk and shoved him into a tree. But he was tired, physically and mentally.

“Yes, I’m serious.”

The smile disappeared from Danny’s face, and he tilted his head, thinking. Then the boy stood and the same flash of light Dash caught earlier lit up their area of the forest, then faded into a soft glow surrounding the newly appeared ghost boy.

Dash sat dumbfounded as Phantom walked towards him.

“Does that answer your question?” He asked.

“You-you possessed Fenton? Why?”

Phantom rolled his eyes. “No, Dash. I am Fenton. Phantom is me. I swear, if I knew you were this bad at putting two and two together, I would’ve at least tried to lie my way out of this one.”

“Phantom…and Fenton…with the same…what?!”

“It’s a long story that I’d rather not get into.”

Dash’s mind was reeling. None of it made sense. But they lived in Amity Park. Ghosts were a common pest. Their town had been plunged into an alternate reality. Dash supposed in the grand scheme of things, radical acceptance was the way to go.

“Ok. I believe you. But why did you help me?”

Danny smiled softly. “Why wouldn’t I?” He then brought his fingers to his mouth and let out a whistle. Seconds later, a portal spawned and spit out a small ghost. No, not a ghost. A dog. A ghost dog? Dash was confused.

The ghost-dog scampered over to Danny, jumping up on his legs, begging for attention. Danny bent down and the pup launched himself at the boy, knocking him onto his back.

“Easy boy!” He grabbed the ghost/dog/thing and sat back up. “This is Cujo.”

Now getting a better look, Dash recognized this particular ghost. Sure enough, he’d seen it-Cujo many times with Phantom. Danny placed Cujo down, who eagerly ran up to Dash. Pookie jumped out of Dash’s lap and the two dogs began excitedly playing together. Because Dash wasn’t that stupid, he was able to put two and two together this time.

“This is…your dog?”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

The boys watched the dogs play together in silence for a moment.

“Thanks for, uh, saving me back there,” Danny said quietly.

“Oh. Yeah. Least I could do.”

Another beat of silence.

“You won’t tell anyone, right?”

This time Dash looked away from Pookie and Cujo and up at Danny. His face was hollow, eyes dull. He looked like he’d lived and died a million lifetimes and kept the scars of each and every one of them.

“No,” Dash said, with as much conviction he could muster. He swore he could literally see the relief roll off of Danny.

“But…” Danny stiffened as Dash started to talk again. “I want to know one thing. What is that lightning trick? Why did it work against the anti-ghost stuff? I just- I don’t understand.”

Danny looked away. “It’s…complicated.”

“It also looked really painful. Which is why I don’t understand why you’d do something like that for me.” After all the shit I’ve pulled, he added mentally.

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Pookie. He didn’t deserve whatever twisted things they had planned.”

Dash pressed on. “Not that I’m ungrateful, but you’ve faced way larger enemies, and I’ve never seen you bust that one out.”

Danny sighed. “Didn’t have a lot of options. Pressed for time. Lots of anti-ghost stuff working against us. Pick a reason.”

“But why-”

“Jesus Dash!” Danny cried, throwing up his hands. “You really want to know? That power? It’s all the electricity that killed me. It wasn’t ectoplasmic like everything else that assaulted my body that day. It entered my body and never left. And it fucking kills a part of me every time I use it. It’s not a ghost power. It’s a reliving of my death.” He huffed. “But I’d use it 100 times to rescue Cujo if someone got their hands on him. Because he didn’t deserve it the first time, and hell if I’m going to let something happen to him again.”

Dash watched Pookie play, not quite sure how to respond to Danny. His dog and Cujo really weren’t all that different, he supposed. Neither were he and Fenton - both ready to sacrifice anything to save their beloved pets. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude came over Dash, and before he could think further, he rushed to Danny and pulled him tight to his chest.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Danny was stiff in Dash’s arms, trapped in his hug, but eventually offered a pat to Dash’s back. “Yeah. You’re…welcome.”

Dash pulled away, wiping his eyes.

“Can we go home now?”

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Dash grabbed the leash from the hook by the front door. Pookie rushed over, tail wagging, knowing they were going somewhere and that in itself was exciting. He reached for another accessory, this one new. It was a harness that the Fenton’s had graciously engineered that acted similarly to the specter-deflectors made for humans. They’d also taken Pookie in to check on his ecto-contamination, which actually proved to be pretty minimal. After a week on some sort of supplement, his numbers were back down to zero.

They walked through the neighborhood down to the park. It was dark enough that most people would be home already, and the park lights made it so enough of the green was visible in the late hours.

A moment later a flash of green was bolting towards Dash. He intercepted and brought Cujo up to eye-level, laughing as the ghost-dog squirmed in the air. He put him down to say hi to Pookie and spotted Fenton-as-Phantom approaching. Dash gave him a nod. Danny smiled back.

“Thanks for setting this up. I’m glad he has a playmate now. It’s hard keeping him entertained by myself,” Danny said.

“I have a whole lot more to thank you for,” Dash replied. “But I hope this is okay for now.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black bandana. On it was stitched words, “Mommy’s little boo” with two little embroidered ghosts. Dash held it out to Danny. “Found it at a Halloween store. Hope it’s not too cringey.”

If Danny thought so, Dash couldn’t tell, as a wide smile spread across his face. Dash watched as Danny ran off towards the dogs, the bandana gripped tightly in his hand.

“CUJO! Come here boy! Daddy has a present for you!”

Yarf!

“Cujo NO! That’s not for eating! Hey- hold still!”

Dash laughed to himself, as Pookie ran over, removing himself from the horror that was Phantom trying to put Cujo in his bandana. Dash gave him a pat on the head. Maybe this was something he could get used to.

#ectoberhaunt23 #eh23 #eh science #day 2 #technomancy #danny phantom #lavswordvomit

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torchturtle · 1 year

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Danny Phantom/Warehouse 13

That's right I'm back with more! Here's the links to the other two:

1st Idea and 2nd Idea

This is shorter than the other two, cause while I like this idea I didn't want to write too much.

What if Danny was a Warehouse 13 agent? It seems that if the Caretaker of the warehouse sees you as an asset then you can get hired as an agent. Myka and Pete were Secret Service, Claudia was a college-age girl, Steve Jinks was a cop. Of course they had aspects like: Myka having a keen sense of observation and perception; Pete sometimes gets “bad vibes”, Claudia is a tech-wiz, and Steve is a living lie-detector.

So maybe Danny’s ghost problem calms down enough that he’s able to go to college. He’s not going ghost every night now, and he’s in a different city. There’s just no need for Phantom, but that doesn’t mean Danny can’t use his ghost powers to help himself out every once in a while. So what if he uses his flying and invisibility to make it across campus for class? What’s the big deal that he just phases through walls instead of calling the front desk because he leaves his keys in his dorm room constantly? And who’s really gonna walk up and ask what the green glowing liquid he keeps in a thermos is?

Oh, well… maybe the lady that was waiting in the dark in his dorm room. And he can’t exactly deny anything since he, you know, JUST WALKED THROUGH THE LOCKED DOOR.

And hey, a job offer because of his powers? Kinda sus. The job being an agent for a secret government warehouse? Bit of a turn-off not gonna lie. But protection from the GIW? Okay. Just having to retrieve supernatural objects causing problems in the world and bring them back for storage and not for evil? This kinda sounds like what he did in high school. But, you know, he’s actually getting PAID now.

So Danny agrees (he’s not really sure if he had a choice or not). And now it seems that Mrs. Frederic didn’t tell the other agents about his abilities quite yet.

#This boy be like hey guys watch this and then just sinks through the floor #I feel like after a bit he'd purposefully phase his hands through artifacts on shelves just to give whoever he's with a mini heartattack #And like he doesn't turn into phantom for nothing except if someone's dying #this is fenton's job and he's being paid to be uncanny valley #danny phantom #warehouse 13 #dp crossover #dp x wh13

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brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics · 3 years

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Fic Recs

I’ve seen a couple posts going around asking for fic recs, so I’m gonna pull out some fic recs that I’ve gotten via a discord bot (that I still need to update, I’m gonna ignore that I remembered that.)

There’s a lot of them, so to prevent massive spammage, putting a break in here.

Just Fourteen

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13680095/1/Just-Fourteen

Just Fourteen is an awesome fic that covers the period between Danny getting zapped and the start of the show. It’s getting close to finished.

Phantom’s Sketchbook

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2948880/1/Phantom-s-Sketchbook

A reveal fic centering around Lancer. It’s been a while, but I see here it was also recommended by someone who I highly respect their writing opinions so I’m more than comfortable reccing it.

Fire and Ice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22745878/

Definitely one of my absolute favorite fics. It’s a Danny/Ember (Phantom rocker I think is the ship name?) EXTREMELY good dialogue, and some AWESOME concepts that I wish would up in the show.

Spirit of Protection

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11811213/1/Spirit-of-Protection

Crossover between DP and Dragon Age (specifically the second game) Does a very good job blending the worlds and is all and all a very interesting fic though. It’s deader than Danny though, so be warned about that. (Also, please be inspired, because this is an awesome concept and I’d LOVE to see more like it.)

Masks

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3831182/1/Masks

Another reveal fic with Lancer. Something is wrong with Danny. Jack knows it, Maddie knows it, and Lancer knows it. They don’t know what is wrong with him, but they want to figure it out.

Intervention

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24426994

Another reveal fic. Danny comes home way past his curfew, and Jack has decided it’s time to have an intervention. Great fic with Jack being a good parent.

The Trolley Problem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19878757

A fun dual obsession AU (Danny has a space obsession and a protection obsession) Amity Park has tried to keep the GiW from finding out about his space obsession, but they still found out. (Also a link to the wikipedia article on the Trolley Problem in case you don’t know what that is.)

Eidolon Interloper

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24452716/

I cannot for the life of me spell that name. Thank God for copy and paste. A really cool cross over between Zelda and Danny Phantom. I love Twilight Princess and getting to spend more time in that world is amazing, and it does feel like you’re in that world.

Smells Like Teen Spirit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23493214

An awesome fic that focuses on Danny from an outsider perspective, specifically, outside Amity Park. Turns out, he’s creepy as hell.

Love Me, Don’t Hug Me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23847793

A really cool Danny/Paulina Fic that honestly clued me into actually liking this ship. Deals with touch adverse Danny due to all his fights.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #ember mclain #lancer #dp fic #dp phic #danny phantom fanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #fic recs

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arashikitten · 3 years

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Why has no one made a Yu Yu Hakusho x Danny Phantom crossover yet?

?I mean, honestly, look at these two shows! Look at them! How is it that no one (that I know of) has made a crossover with them yet? There’s so much potential! I mean honestly! Both are about a 14-year-old who died in or before the first episode, came back to life through some sort of shenanigans, and ended up with supernatural abilities as a result. Both Danny and Yusuke have a very close knit friend group comprised of people who know about said supernatural abilities and help them fight all form of malicious supernatural entities (Danny fights ghosts, Yusuke fights demons). Both Yusuke and Danny have a rival/arch-nemesis who, at the start of the series, is leagues above the protagonists in terms of power, but ends up being surpassed by the main protagonist sometime during the second season of their respective show. Both Vlad and Toguro serve as foils to Danny and Yusuke respectively, and while they may feel some sort of kinship with them for some reason or other, they tend to see the young protagonist as someone who is below them in terms of power, intelligence, and skills (even after that is no longer the case). Both Danny and Yusuke are snarky and seem like delinquents to all but their closest friends, but secretly they have a heart of absolute gold. Both would (and have) died for any one of their friends, and they likely have a metric fuck ton of trauma from the many, many, many times they almost watched their friends and family die right in front of them. And of course, both Danny and Yusuke are likely to become kings of their own supernatural realm (if you disregard DP’s canon in favor of the fanon like I do).

So then the question becomes this: how would a crossover between the two shows go?

Here’s how I see it playing out:

Sometime after the last episode of Yu Yu Hakusho, and right after the events of Reign Storm, Yusuke (who I would say is about 18-19 years old now) gets a call from Koenma for the first time in almost 4 years. Koenma tells Yusuke that he needs him to come back for one final case: investigate a small town in Northeastern America for recent spikes in spiritual and demonic activity.

When Yusuke asks why Koenma wants him to look into what is seemingly a tourist trap town, Koenma tells him that the town was recently encased under a dome of spirit energy, disappeared for almost 24 hours, and then suddenly reappeared again, and Koenma suspects that someone- or something- from spirit world might be responsible.

Three calls and four plane tickets later, Yusuke and the gang land in Illinois and make their way to Amity Park. Kuwabara takes one (1) step into the town and immediately freezes. He’s always been the most spirit-sensitive of the group, and this town is setting off all of his proverbial alarms. Kurama, Hiei, and Yusuke also notice something off about the town, like everyone here has way higher spirit energy than normal.

The four make their way through town, noticing more and more as they continue. They notice the massive craters that litter the streets. They notice the constant smell of spirit and demon energy that drenches the town like a fog, covering everything and everyone. They notice the small, silvery-grey and green devices that almost everyone seems to have on their wrist, and Yusuke can’t help but think about how similar they look to the spirit-detecting gadgets he used to have back during the beginning of his detective career. They notice the metal panels that every store seems to have hanging above their windows, waiting to come down and defend from some unknown beast.

They notice how, whenever they appear in an area, everyone in the vicinity goes silent. Tense. Wary of them. Like they know three demons just appeared, even if all of them look human.

Yusuke and his team split up to search through the town and cover more ground, agreeing to meet by the local highschool in two hours. Things just get even weirder from there.

Kurama finds a patch of wild blood blossoms growing near the forest, despite the fact that they were declared extinct more than 200 years ago. Hiei sees a pair of burly men wearing all white suits and dark sunglasses dragging a young man with white hair and sunglasses away for questioning. Kuwabara is surprised when a small, glowing green puppy appears in front of him, only to vanish when he leans down to pet it.

Yusuke finds a massive stone brick building with what almost looks like a UFO perched on top, and huge neon sign with the words FentonWorks on it. Here, the spirit energy is almost suffocating, and it feels like molasses, thick and heavy and dense on Yusuke’s senses. He feels something else though, something that just barely manages to break through the thick ambient spirit energy that swamps this entire block: a ghost. And a powerful one at that.

By the time the group reconvenes at the high school, everyone is tense. They’re sure that there’s something sketchy in this town, but none of them have gotten any concrete leads on what caused the town’s sudden disappearance and reappearance. Almost none of the townsfolk give them any answers, and the few that do are vague and confusing, or outright lies. Kuwabara firmly believes that this town is haunted by ghosts, and that they’re what caused the sudden disappearance, but Yusuke, having been a ghost himself at one point, is less inclined to believe that. Yusuke is convinced that the house with the weird UFO thing and abnormal spirit energy has something to do with it, and the gang agrees that would be the best place to start.

Before they can do that though, they all suddenly sense a MASSIVE spike in spirit energy, coming from the center of town. Yusuke and the gang book it to where the spike is, hoping to get some sort of lead.

Meanwhile, Danny is having a fight with Skulker, made slightly more difficult than normal due to the fact that he’s still recovering from the whole Pariah Dark fiasco. He’s been on edge all day, ever since he sensed that weird ectosignature near his house. He’d felt the typical chill of his ghost sense, but the typical puff of blueish smoke wasn’t present like it usually was. On top of that, he’d felt a small jolt of electricity, too big to be chalked up to static electricity and carrying with it a hint of... something. Something not entirely human.

But when Danny had tried to investigate, he’d come up empty handed. Which as you can guess, made Danny My-friends-and-family-have-all-almost-been-killed-by-a-ghost-disguised-as-a-human-at-least-once Fenton more than a little nervous.

So Danny’s fighting Skulker when he feels that not-quite ghost sense again, except this time it’s even stronger than before and waaaay the hell closer. And now Danny goes from nervous to flat out terrified, because whoever or whatever is triggering his not-quite ghost sense is really fucking strong, and oh fuck are there four of them?! Are they getting closer?!?! Whatever it is is really strong, like almost stronger than Pariah Dark and Danny was barely able to take him down at 100% strength with the enhanced suit, and he no longer has the suit and he still has not fully recovered since then, so how in the fresh hell is he gonna fight four beings who are at least on par with Pariah?

Skulker notices the sudden power spike as well and immediately bounces, leaving Danny to panic over these four insanely powerful entities.

Yusuke and the gang make it just in time to see Skulker leave while Danny hovers in the air, looking like he’s about to blow a gasket. Kurama takes one look at the panicking ghost kid floating above him, notices the weird spirit energy around the kid, and immediately puts two and two together and realizes the kid is a ghost, and a really powerful one. Yusuke, who if you remember spent about a week as a ghost at the age of 14, is confused because I thought ghosts couldn’t be seen by living people? But these bystanders are clearly seeing this kid?

And then Yusuke senses that strange spirit energy he felt when he went by FentonWorks, and he’s like “You were the reason for the weird spirit signature!” at Danny, who panics and flies off because now he thinks these super powerful guys are working for the GiW, and he’d rather not spend the rest of his afterlife on an examination table.

So Danny flies off, hoping to lose Yusuke and his gang, but Yusuke I-used-to-fight-demons-who-could-move-at-the-speed-of-sound-for-fun Urameshi and Hiei have absolutely no problem keeping up with the panicking halfa, and they end up fighting. Yusuke and Hiei want answers, Danny is terrified of being caught by what are possibly government agents, and finally Kurama manages to trap the halfa with ghostly vines.

Unfortunately for Danny, these vines are phase-proof, meaning he can’t escape, and he’s already hurt and exhausted and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold his ghost form.

Yusuke picks up on the ghost’s nervousness immediately, and again assumes that this ghost is the culprit for Amity’s sudden disappearance, demanding to know why he abducted an entire town.

Danny is confused, because what the hell are these people talking about? He never abducted the town? He’s not nearly that powerful?? Before he realizes that oh, these people are trying to figure out why the town disappeared for 24 hours because literally no one outside of Amity Park has any idea why.

So Danny starts to explain what really happened, when his time finally runs out and he detransforms.

Right in front of what he believes to be four government officials.

There are five different reactions.

Hiei goes still. He’s completely silent. This shouldn’t be possible. He wants to believe that this is all a trick, but he can hear that fifth heartbeat that wasn’t there ten seconds ago and he smells that fear scent that only humans have and glamour can only do so much.

Kurama has the calmest reaction. He leans back a little, eyes wide, and lets out a soft “oh”. Yes, this is a surprise to him, but then again, Kurama himself is a demon hiding as a human, with a human family, so he immediately sympathizes with Danny a bit.

Danny is panicking. He’s just revealed his biggest secret to four complete strangers, all of whom are absolutely powerful enough to take him out on their own, and he is terrified that they’ll turn him in to the government. He’s about five seconds from a full-blown panic attack.

Kuwabara freaks out. He’s trying to wrap his mind around this whole thing, because he is 100% sure this kid was a ghost, that he was dead, but now he’s not sensing much of anything and how the hell is this possible???? How can someone be a ghost and a human at the same time???? WHAT????? He’s pulling at his hair as he tries to put the logistics of it together, pacing back and forth.

Yusuke freezes. Suddenly he’s 14 again, floating as he watches his body get carted off as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he’s dead. Then he’s in the temple of the four saint beasts, fighting with everything he has as he watches the love of his life get attacked by monstrous zombies. Then kneeling next to Genkai’s broken and bleeding body, begging her not to go even as she draws her last breath because he couldn’t bear to lose the woman that he’s come to see as family, as the closest thing he’d ever have to a grandmother. Then he’s watching Toguro plunge his hand into Kuwabara’s heart, watching as his best freind gasps for breath because Yusuke wasn’t good enough, he wasn’t strong enough, and he just lost Genkai he can’t loose Kuwabara too-.

And when he looks down at this small, skinny teenager with deep shadows under his eyes and knuckles covered in scars from god-knows haw many fights, he sees himself as he was in the beginning: Just a kid who was thrust into the world of the supernatural without any warning, desperately trying to stay alive and protect the human world despite the fact that he’s only a teenager, and he shouldn’t have to be fighting for his life against these ancient and powerful demons because he’s a kid, dammit!

Yusuke kneels down to get to eye level with the kid. He can’t help the painful twinge in his chest when the kid looks up at him with wide, icy blue eyes, and quietly begs him not to tell anyone, because this kid can’t be much older than he was when he started out as a spirit detective and he sounds absolutely terrified, and Yusuke can’t help but wonder why he sounds so scared of people learning about the whole ghost thing.

“Listen, kid. We’re not going to hurt you. We were sent here to investigate something, and we were hoping you might know something. Can you tell us your name?”

“Danny. D-Danny Fenton.”

“Ok, cool. Don’t worry, none of here are going to tell anyone about... about whatever this is. We just want to know about something that happened here a week ago, and we were hoping you could give us some answers.”

Danny agrees, and Kurama frees him from the vines. After a couple of moments, Danny calms down as he realizes that no, these guys won’t rat him out to the government, and he agrees to answer some of their questions.

The group make their way to the outskirts of the forest, and Danny tells them about his status as a half-ghost: he tells them about his parents, how they were building a portal to the ghost zone (Everyone is more than a little freaked out at that, because now there’s a permanent portal to spirit world that Koenma doesn’t know about), how he’d gone inside to see if he could figure out why it wasn’t working, how it’d turned on while he was inside (Yusuke clenches his fists hard enough to draw blood. Both of the times he’d died had been excruciatingly painful, but at least they’d been quick. Getting electrocuted to death would be beyond agonizing, and getting caught in a portal like that...). He tells them about how his parents despise ghosts, believing them to be cruel, malicious, and emotionless, incapable of feeling pain. He tells them about how he’s TERRIFIED of telling his parents the truth, of telling them that he’s Danny Phantom because that seems to be the ghost they want to capture the most, and he’s seen what they do to the ghosts they capture (Kurama and Yusuke feel sick at that. No wonder the kid was so adamant about keeping this a secret.).

“Does anyone else know? Anyone at all?”

Yusuke breathes a small sigh of relief when Danny tells them that his sister and his two best friends know. That sigh of relief is rescinded when the kid tells them that oh yeah, all the ghosts that are constantly attacking the town? Yeah, they know my secret identity too.

Yusuke has to force himself to move on from that last tidbit because he’s about five seconds from adopting this kid despite being only five years older.

“Ok, neat. That’s... that’s ok. Moving on to why we’re here. We were hoping that you would have some information regarding the sudden disappearance and reappearance of Amity Park a week ago? Do you know why or how it happened?”

Danny talks about how, one week ago, ghosts started pouring out of the portal in unprecedented numbers. How they were terrified, running from something in the ghost zone. How Fright Knight had appeared, declaring the reign of Pariah Dark (Kurama and Hiei suck in a breath. Had... had this kid seriously fought against the fabled ghost king?), and the massive green dome had appeared over the town. How he’d tried to fight Fright Knight off, how another ghost by the name of Vlad Plasmius had shown up and admitted that he was the reason for Pariah Dark’s temporary freedom, how Plasmius had decided to have a temporary truce with Danny in order to defeat Pariah, how Danny had pulled Fright Knight’s sword from the ground and accidentally teleported Amity Park into the Ghost zone, how the entire town had gone under lock down. How he’d stolen the power suit from his parent’s lab to go and face Pariah on his own, and bring Amity back to Earth. How he’d just barely been able to shove Pariah back in the sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, how the power suit had almost completely drained his life energy, how the town had been back on earth when he’d woken up (Again, Yusuke has a flashback to the Temple of the Four Saint Beasts. What is it with the powers that be and sending kids to do life-threatening missions like that?).

Kurama records the entire thing before sending it to Koenma.

When Danny is finally done, he notices that everyone is staring at him. Yusuke is the first one to speak.

“Damn kid, you really fought the king of the Ghost Zone, huh?” Danny stutters for a moment, because this guy is saying it like Danny fought a god or something. Like yeah, it was difficult, but it can’t be that big a deal right?

Then Kurama speaks up. “Danny, I don’t think you understand. There are two ways to crown a king of the Ghost Zone: either the ghost zone itself must choose someone, or the current ghost king must be defeated in battle. You defeated Pariah Dark in battle. Meaning....”

Everyone goes silent for a moment, processing.

Then several things happen at once. Danny, who at this point still hasn’t fully processed that oh yeah, I defeated one of the most powerful ghosts in existence, freaks the hell out because I barely have time to protect one (1) town, how am I going to rule an entire dimension? Kuwabara is flipping his shit again, Hiei is contemplating, and Yusuke.... Yusuke decides screw it, I’m having an apprentice now, and after calming Danny down, he offers to help train him up a bit (Somewhere in spirit world, Genkai starts quietly laughing).

Danny agrees after a moment of deliberation. Yusuke hangs out in Amity for a bit to help Danny. His first interaction with Sam and Tucker is.... interesting. Yusuke snuck up on Sam and Tucker, and Sam promptly punched him in the face and almost broke his nose. But after a bit they start to warm up to him, and eventually Yusuke starts teaching Sam some hand to hand along with Danny.

Vlad makes one appearance while Yusuke is there. He sensed some sort of foreign presence in Amity and wanted to see if he could exploit it, only for Yusuke I-haven’t-slept-in-a-week-and-I-refuse-to-start-now Urameshi to wipe the floor with him. When he asks Danny who the new ghost is, he is surprised to learn that no, Danny is not the only half-ghost in existence, and also that guy is a famous millionaire and also knows my secret identity so maybe let’s not break into his mansion to fight him please? (Yusuke agrees not to after a very lengthy argument. Still, the whole situation reminds him a little too much of Toguro and the Dark tournament, and he quietly asks Koenma to open an investigation into this Vlad Plasmius guy.)

Yusuke’s introduction to Danny’s parents goes... surprisingly well, actually. Aside from one small incident where one of the Fenton ghost detectors lock on to Yusuke’s signature, everything goes fairly well. Jack and Maddie take a shine to him almost immediately, when they see him curb stomp Skulker with a practiced ease that only a professional should have, and within the week Yusuke is an honorary member of the Fenton family.

There’s a lot more, but this post is waaaay too long as it is. Feel free to add on!

#Danny Phantom #yu yu hakusho #yusuke urameshi #danny fenton #Danny phantom crossover #Seriously tho why has no one done this one yet?#It would be so interesting #ESPECIALLY if Yusuke is older here #The dynamic between Yusuke and Danny would be so damn fun #I imagine it's similar to Genkai and Yusuke's relationship #Speaking of Genkai #The MOMENT she finds out that yusuke is training someone #She busts her way out of spirit world so she can find out who it is #she wants to know who her grandkid is teaching dammit!#she takes one look at Danny and is just like #Looks like I'm adopting yet another snarky half dead fourteen year-old #Also Danny can totally see her #and it throws her for one hell of a loop #Danny floats up to her and is like yo what's up?#and Genkai's chill abt it on the outside #on the inside tho #she's like #*surprised pikachu face*#Hiei #Kurama #yyh kuwabara #koenma #i will pay whoever writes this 50 dollars #jk i don't have any money #but like

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dannyphannypack · 4 years

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Crossover Fic Recs

Hey, saw your post for some fic recs! Unfortunately I can't continue the wonderful thread of reblogs because I wish to remain anonymous, but here have some cool crossovers that I didn't see get rec'd yet :D (you can either post this or add it to the reblogs, I don't mind either way)

Just Another Meteor Freak [500k words, complete] (and it's sequel, which is unfortunately incomplete) is a Smallville/DP crossover that's absolutely a fantastic read and I cannot recommend it enough, it's one of my faves! Brief synopsis: Danny goes to live with his aunt Martha Kent after his family dies (and for once Danny's family dying in a crossover fic doesn't have anything to do with TUE!), and misunderstandings of the good kind and mishaps ensue because of course Danny and Clark's hero complexes come into play. It's got hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, sibling-esque-bonding, and all sorts of cool stuff, including ghost king headcannons and new powers for Danny. It takes place mostly from a Smallville perspective, but Danny's woven in so seamlessly that you won't believe he wasn't in the original show to begin with. I read it for the first time after having not watched Smallville in years and I could still understand it though, so I think that if you haven't watched Smallville before you could still enjoy the fic a lot!

And like, honestly, I totally recommend other stuff by this author (jadedbluerose) too. She's got a Merlin/DP crossover that's pretty fantastic, but unfortunately she hasn't updated anything since 2014 :( still worth the read though!!

Spirited Away [70k, complete] is a Harry Potter/DP crossover, it's honestly THE MOST hilarious fic I've ever read. Synopsis: Danny is an unwilling student at Hogwarts, and the most chaotic Hufflepuff the world has ever seen. He claims he's been kidnapped but when no one listens to him, he raises all kinds of hell to try and get kicked out. And if that doesn't work, well, he can always sue them. 100% worth the read, it will definitely make you laugh.

Various Superphantom (Supernatural/DP) crossovers by sapphireswimming. Literally anything Superphantom found here? Totally the best. You can also check out Superphantom fics by surelysilly (whose fics are more on the darker end of the spectrum, and their prose style is kinda abstract rather than your traditional linear narrative) Vitaliciouscreations (they've got a oneshot collection that's pretty fun, as well as a oneshot that I wish they'd continue and a complete cute 13k-word penpal fic.)

How to befriend a ghost [80k, incomplete] is a HTTYD/DP crossover in which Danny gets stuck in the Viking era, and I originally started reading this for the Danny & Hiccup friendship because it's adorable and both of them see how similar they are to each other and find kinship in that. The dragon Danny gets (because this is a HTTYD crossover, this is inevitable!) really sneaks into your heart though, and I ABSOLUTELY adore Sparky as much as I adore Toothless. He's very lovable and complements Danny super well! Of course, it's not all friendship bonding and training dragons, the archipelago is Danny's home now (until he can find his way back to Amity Park/his own century) and he's going to protect it too when trouble arises, just like the dragons do. He even gets new powers along the way. This fic is pretty fun, there's a lot of switching perspectives and you really see the characters' voices come through in it, and you even get to see the dragons' POV, which is really interesting since you get to learn Sparky's backstory!

Den Mother [8k, ongoing] is a Young Justice/DP crossover that acknowledges the fact that Danny is by all rights a first-generation hero, and he's treated with the respect as such and gets to join the Justice League rather than the YJ team. Of course, he doesn't WANT to join the league at first, which is a different take than you'd expect, but he reluctantly agrees and is then given the same responsibilities as a Justice League member--that is, to teach the YJ something about teamwork or whatever. It's not very long right now, but the premise is so good! It has a lot of potential.

A Foreign Perspective [200k words, complete] is a DNAngel/DP crossover that I saw @scrollingdown call a fandom classic once and honestly agree, even though I don't think many people know/have read it. It's a cute friendship fic that focuses on Phantom (not Danny, but Phantom specifically) making his first friend, an older boy named Daisuke, who seems normal at first, but is slowly revealed to be a little more understanding of Danny's situation than he appears. Some comfort involved too since Danny deals with a little more with the idea of mourning/loss than in canon, seeing as Daisuke thinks he's a full ghost and therefore a teenager that died, and Danny learns to be a different kind of hero because of it. Really cool fic too since you don't need to know DNAngel at all to understand the fic, since it's told from DP's perspective, and you get to learn about Daisuke as Danny does. It's just super sweet and it's got some action here and there that makes it exciting, and it's really a fun read.

Other stuff by this author is worth the read too! They've got oneshots of a HP crossover and Ghost Whisperer crossover, and a sadly incomplete HTTYD crossover [100k words] that is still super super good and also deals with ideas about mourning and loss. Their non-crossover stuff is also pretty interesting (there's a Mute!Danny AU and Dash kinda-redemption oneshot I really liked).

Diversity [150k, ongoing] is another Ghost Whisperer/DP crossover, it's a found-family fic where Danny runs away from home after his family dies in the events post TUE. He ends up running into Melinda and she goes out of her way to help him. There's a couple underlying mysteries surrounding the ghosts that haunt this fic, and Melinda tries to understand Danny's past and ends up tangled in a conspiracy because Danny's hiding his ghostly alter-ego and also the GIW are involved at some point (and they are much more menacing here than in canon). It's totally a page-turner, and you can get as invested as Melinda in hoping Danny heals from his loss. Spellbound [150k, ongoing] is a HP/DP crossover by the same author! Danny accidentally gets trapped by Magical Britain and is bitter about it, but he's trying to make the best of it. The Wizards have no idea what to make of him, but he just wants to go home, and he makes a couple friends while he plots his escape. (It's actually been a while since I read that one, so I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, but I do remember feeling bad for Danny in this fic, poor boy's lonely and can't even interact with kids his own age because he's an unknown creature to the wizards. Good thing Danny's never been one to follow authority.)

A Visit to Paris [10k, complete] is a Miraculous Ladybug/DP crossover in which Danny is Akumatized... sort of. The results are hilarious: Danny's a troll, Hawkmoth is frustrated, the heroes aren't really sure what to make of it, and Danny and Adrien make a lot of puns. Oh, and Danny is the only one smart enough to fix Paris' villain problem (okay, so it might be slightly cracky). It reminds me very much of Spirited Away, which I mentioned earlier. It's got the same level of chaos that's for sure. All in all, it's a very, very fun read.

A Different Sort of House Call [50k, incomplete] is a House MD/DP crossover, it's been years since I read it but I've always considered it one of the fandom classics too? It was definitely one of the first things to pop to mind when I was trying to recall all the cool memorable crossovers to rec you, so this goes on the list too. It's Danny at the hospital with House, and the doctors are trying to diagnose him without knowing about his ghost half (and Danny's not exactly willing to tell them either). There's angst (especially since the author wrote this to follow Lab Rat by AnneriaWings), Vlad trying to be an ally (sorta?), and House being clever as usual. Sadly it's incomplete but it's still super good!!

Running Blind [20k, complete] is a CSI/DP crossover (it took me forever to find the link again since it wasn't listed as a crossover). It's super good, Danny runs away for reasons unknown (at the beginning of course) and gets caught up in a murder investigation and he suspects the culprit is supernatural so obviously he helps out. The CSI guys are both trying to protect him (thinking he was a target for the murderer) but also trying to uncover his past and the reasons he ran away. When you find out why he ran away, you might be awed like I was (especially when you realize how long it had been since he ran) or you might be unimpressed, but the aftermath and his family/friends finally catching up to him might make up for that. I kinda liked how Vlad was written here too.

Ghost Crimes and its sequels is a Criminal Minds/DP crossover. It's the first in a very long series (currently 500k+ words in total) that expands on the DP world and lore, and also involves a lot more murder, death, blood (and the other related gore-ish stuff), and overall realism. Like, Danny fights what is basically Jack the Ripper and its terrifying. It's kind of like a "dark and gritty" DP (but like, not unbearably or overwhelmingly dark and gritty), angst sprinkled here and there, along with darker themes and less light-hearted issues (mental health/trauma/depression/etc. and neglect/abuse and like, actual competent adults like social workers and stuff are a real thing in this fic). There's a lot going on but it's got its lighter nice moments too (Dani is there and gets to be a part of Danny's family, Val's in on the secret, among other things). Also some of the chapters are illustrated, it's great. Definitely check it out!

Okay that's a lot of fics so I'm gonna stop now. Have fun reading!!

#danny phantom #phanfic #crossover #submission #THIS IS SO GOOD !#THANK YOU OMG !

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ghostsray · 5 years

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@wastefulreverie helped me write a fic (i wrote the story, and she edited my shitty writing into something good) based on a prompt @dannyphantomisameme came up with in the pbs server

basic summary: wes gets captured by the giw (TW: implied vivisection)

word count: 4591

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By Danny’s standards, it was a normal day. And by ‘normal’ that entailed battling a large, snarling ghost wolf in the middle of Amity Park Park. But it was fine. After a year of experience, he was getting good at these daily fights, and the wolf provided no challenge for him. He captured the ghost with little difficulty, and the bystanders who were watching erupted into cheers. Well, most of them anyway.

“Fenton!”

At the exclamation, Danny reflexively turned his head. Realizing his mistake, he immediately regretted his decision. Wes Weston, smug as always, was standing behind him. Wes turned to the crowd and pointed out, “See? He responded to his name. He’s Fenton!”

For a split second Danny worried that they might listen to him, but fortunately, his worries seemed to be pointless. On cue, the crowd groaned and collectively rolled their eyes. Paulina put her hands on her hips. “Really, Wes?” She spoke with enough expertise to deny his claim since she always watched Phantom’s battles.

With wide eyes, Wes sputtered, “But—come on, that was solid proof!”

“Right,” Paulina dragged out. “Just because he happened to turn his head in your general direction when you happened to say a name that happened to be Danny Fenton’s last name.”

The fury on Wes’s face was almost comical. He gestured again at Danny and yelled, “He literally looks the same!”

A mischievous smile crawled onto Danny’s face. His voice carried a mocking tone when he spoke, “Gee, Wes, I don’t know.” Floating closer to the boy, he placed a hand under his chin and pretended to inspect the red-headed teen. “I mean, you look kinda similar to me, too.”

Dash laughed, lightly elbowing Paulina. When it came to watching Phantom’s fights, he did his best to accompany her. “I bet Wes is Phantom, and he’s just trying to frame Danny to keep his secret!” the jock conceived.

The steam out of Wes’s ears was nearly visible. “Seriously?” he seethed. He held out his arms Will Smith-style toward Danny and shouted, “How can I be Phantom if he’s right here?!”

“Duplication, duh,” Sam suggested. She and Tucker had been observing the entire exchange, straining to stifle their laughter.

Wes growled and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Whatever, I’m leaving!” he decided. He fled from the park, ignoring the snickers from the crowd.

Phantom gave one last heroic wave to his audience before he vanished from the visible spectrum. A few feet away, no one noticed the flash of light behind a nearby tree, nor when Danny Fenton stepped out beside it. He joined his friends and watched the crowd disperse.

Once they were out of earshot, Sam was the first to speak. “Do you ever feel bad, bullying Wes like that?” she asked. The three friends met eyes for a moment. Breaking the tension, they all burst into laughter.

“As if,” Tucker choked. “That guy deserves it.”

Swallowing his laughter, Danny straightened himself. “Anyway, I’m sure Wes will be fine,” he pointed out. It’s not like Wes was in danger or anything, he was just… a jerk. Danny wouldn’t joke about it if it was actually serious. As it stood, the worst thing that came out of Wes’s wild accusations was some mockery from his classmates.

Danny grinned, kicking his shoes against the sidewalk. “So,” he gestured to his left, “Nasty Burger?”

Sam and Tucker murmured in agreement and the trio finally exited the park. On their way to the restaurant, they passed a bulky white van, but none of them thought much of it. It was just a white van; it wasn’t peculiar or anything.

The next day, Wes didn’t come to school.

Nobody really cared. Wes was known to cut class everyone now and then. Since adopting his obsession with Danny, he spent so many nights plotting Danny’s grand exposure that he either overslept or simply forgot about school.

Everyone simultaneously decided to enjoy this Wes-free time; any break from having his conspiracy theories shoved down their throats was welcome. Tucker even joked that this was like a vacation for them. The day passed, and Wes remained absent, but nobody thought much about it. People missed school all the time! He must have gotten sick or something.

With all his other problems, Danny easily put Wes out of his mind… until later that night. He’d finally managed to find some time to do homework (for once) when Jazz inevitably interrupted his study-time. She entered his room with a knock and held out a phone, gesturing for him to take it.

“Someone wants to speak with you,” she told him. Danny furrowed his brows. The only people that ever called him were Sam and Tucker... and they only called his cellphone.

He spun his desk chair around and accepted the phone. Before putting it to his ear, he asked Jazz, “Who is it?”

Jazz shrugged. “Some adult. He says his son is your friend.”

The only person Danny could think of was Tucker’s dad (Sam’s dad would be caught dead before talking to him). So why would Tucker’s dad be calling him? Doing little to filter his confusion, Danny raised the phone to his ear and answered it. He was taken aback when he realized that he wasn’t talking to Maurice Foley; it was Walter Weston—Wes’s dad.

“Hi, uh,” Walter started, “have you talked to Wes today?”

Danny thoughtlessly shook his head, then realized Walter couldn’t see him. “No?” Danny replied apprehensively. “He didn’t come to school today. Why?”

He heard rustling on Walter’s end of the call and assumed that he was pacing back and forth. “He’s not home. I haven’t seen him… not since yesterday. Out of everyone, I thought you might know something since he’s…”

“Obsessed with me?” Danny completed.

Walter hesitated, “… yeah.”

And suddenly, despite not caring about Wes, Danny was worried. Wes wasn’t the type to run from anything, especially away from home. And if he’s been missing since yesterday, then it was logical to believe that something must have happened….

But Danny didn’t have the faintest idea where Wes might be. He bit his lip and told Walter, “I’m sorry. I don’t know anything.”

Walter sighed, obviously disappointed. “That’s fine. Just… call me if you see him.”

The line was hung, and Danny tried to go back to his homework, but he found it hard to concentrate. He tried telling himself that Wes was fine, and that he probably slept over at some fellow conspiracy theorist’s place or something. Still, that night when he patrolled the city for ghosts, he made sure to keep his eyes out for any red-haired teen. He didn’t find Wes.

The next day, Wes was still absent. Like before, everyone else at school didn’t mind. Heck, nobody really even noticed. Those who had picked up on Wes’s disappearance had decided that he was sick and was spending his days at home. But Danny knew that wasn’t the case—not after his phone call with Walter.

“So you think Wes is missing?” Sam asked. They were sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria. He couldn’t hold it in anymore and had told her and Tucker about Walter’s call.

“He hasn’t been home for almost two days now. What else could it be?” Danny replied and ran a hand through his hair.

“Maybe he…” Tucker paused, trying to think of a good reason for Wes to spend two days away from home. He came up dry. “Okay, fine, maybe it’s a little concerning.”

Danny picked at his nails anxiously. “What if something bad happened to him because of me?”

Sam crossed her arms. “You mean because he chose to spend his time trying to expose you?” she pointed out with a defensive tone.

“Well, yeah…” Danny amended, “but I still feel kind of responsible.” He stared straight ahead, looking between the A-List and geek tables. “Remember that time he followed Skulker into the Ghost Zone to go after me?”

“You think Wes might be in the Ghost Zone?” Tucker wondered.

Danny shrugged. “It’s possible. Otherwise, someone would’ve found him already.”

“So… what?” Sam figured. “You’re gonna search the entire Zone for him?”

Danny seemed to deflate, but then he perked back up as an idea came to him. “Maybe I don’t need to scour the entire Ghost Zone….”

Hours later, after school was over, Danny made his way to the Far Frozen. He found Frostbite inside one of their grand caves and pulled him aside for a favor. Frostbite bristled hesitantly. “I am not so sure,” he expressed. “The last time I lent you the Infi-Map…”

“It won’t be like last time,” Danny assured him. “I promise. It’s just to find my friend.”

The frost giant pondered a while longer, but he eventually acquiesced. “Very well,” he said. He strode to the center of the cave and stopped in front of a floating chest encased in pale blue light. He unlocked the chest with a shard of ice and pulled out a golden scroll. Carefully, he handed it to Danny.

Danny nodded and thanked the yeti ghost. “I promise I won’t lose it this time,” he assured. With a sound resolution, he held the map a few feet from his face and declared, “Take me to Wes.” For a moment, nothing happened, and he wondered if he had been too vague; but then the map lurched, and Danny’s world spun as it pulled him out of the cave. The Ghost Zone passed in a whirl of green and purple before he was finally led straight to a newly formed natural portal.

Danny wasn’t exactly sure where he expected to land, but it certainly wasn’t here. As soon as he fell through the portal, he was greeted with the distinct scent of antiseptics and concentrated ectoplasm. It reminded him of his parents’ lab, but there was something else here… some sort of coppery smell? Danny glanced around and realized that this was a laboratory. But why would Wes be here? he wondered.

He inspected his surroundings more and found that there were tables with beakers, microscopes, and other standard lab equipment. Metal shelves lined the wall, containing what looked like… ecto-weapons? And in the center of the room...

Danny’s stomach did a sickening flip. He felt like he had just floated upside down at two-hundred miles per hour, but his feet were placed firmly on the linoleum floor. Danny fought his nausea and forced himself to keep looking at the ghastly sight.

In the center of the room was a metal table with leather straps, like some sort of demented operating table. It was long enough for a human to be laid on, at least six feet long. And in the dim light of the room, Danny could perceive the sheen of dark, crimson blood. So, so much blood.

Danny practically clasped his hands over his mouth to keep himself from crying out, an alarmed scream halfway up his throat. His stomach lurched again, and this time he was aware that he might… might throw up. Oh Ancients, not good not good not g—

He was subtly rocking back and forth to ease his stomach, to refrain from vomiting. The soft motion helped a bit with his nausea, but did little to soothe his abject terror. And suddenly, he was aware of nearby voices—both male—speaking nearby. To preserve his presence, he quickly turned himself invisible to avoid being caught.

He realized a moment later that the voices were coming from an adjacent room.

“Are you sure?” asked one of the men.

“The evidence is indisputable,” replied the other. “He’s a living human. One hundred percent organic matter, beating heart, lungs, brain—he only has trace ectoplasmic contamination, normal for Amity residents.”

The first man cursed. “So we got the wrong guy.”

Danny hadn’t even realized that he was subconsciously backing away from the voices until he bumped into a metal table. The force of the impact toppled an empty beaker over the edge, breaking it into innumerable shards.

The voices lulled. Then he heard footsteps approaching the door. Danny panicked and turned himself intangible, shooting through the opposite wall and landing in a new room. He realized too late that he had accidentally dropped his invisibility along with his intangibility when a weak voice prompted his attention.

“Danny?”

He instinctively turned to face whoever spoke his name and froze. It was like a vacuum had sucked all the air out of the room, leaving Danny’s lungs empty. In front of him was a shimmering, green barrier—most likely a ghost shield—and behind that transparent wall was… “Wes?”

Admittedly, Danny didn’t even recognize him at first glance. His usually tidy hair was mussed in every direction, dull and greasy. His cheeks were prominently sunken, like he hadn’t eaten in a long time. Not to mention, his bloodshot eyes were weary and tired, emphasized by the dark bags hung under his eyelids. Fresh bruises were peppered across his skin, mottling his skin in hues of blue and purple.

“What—” Danny’s tongue felt like it was tied in a knot, crossed over itself multiple times. “What happ—why—” He struggled to comprehend why Wes was like this, who had done this. Danny stepped close to the ghost shield separating them and pressed his hand against it, trying to move it through the barrier, but it was rock-solid.

Wes’s lips curled into a perturbing smile. His eyes were humorless, chilling. “Why?” Wes’s voice cracked. He sounded dehydrated, broken… Danny doubted he had drunk anything all day, or… maybe he had spent all day screaming. His green eyes misted over and met Danny’s own terrified, neon stare. “They thought I was you.”

His words hit Danny like a hard blow.

The joke that Wes was Phantom had existed for a long time, long before Wes was set on exposing Danny. But that was all it was—a joke. To think that someone genuinely would believe it….

It was then that Danny noticed the bandages wrapped around Wes’s bare chest. At some point, they had stripped his shirt, which allowed Danny a good look at all the new scars gracing Wes’s torso. The white gauze of his bandages was stained with fresh blood, and Danny was instantly reminded of all the blood he had seen on the operation table. Once again, his stomach plummeted—and so did he. Danny dropped to his knees and scoured his gaze across all of Wes’s injuries (that were his fault).

In his peripheral vision, Danny saw his own hand shaking from where it was still pressed against the shield. He considered turning human so he could pull Wes out, but Wes read his train of thought. “Don’t bother transforming,” he informed. “The shield works for both ghosts and humans—you can’t do anything.”

Danny’s eyes darted back to Wes. His chest crumpled at how broken his classmate looked. Wes didn’t deserve to be in this situation. As annoying as he was, he should never have been mistaken for Danny. Despite his helplessness, Danny’s core throbbed with dedication. “I’ll get you out,” he promised.

For a moment, Danny thought he saw a glimmer of hope in Wes’s eyes, a small light in the abyss of dull misery. But it was short-lived. The footsteps—the men from the other room!—returned. Danny whipped around to find a group of white-clad men holding ecto-rifles. Guys in White agents. Of course, how could he have been so blind? The Guys in White were the only organization inept enough to truly mistake Wes for Phantom, ignorant government cronies.

Danny didn’t have time to prepare when they raised their weapons, aiming to fire. Blasts assaulted him from every direction and Danny did his best to fight them off, using the ghost shield behind him to his advantage—unlike a regular wall, the shield would deflect all of their blasts back at them. However, no matter how hard he tried, he knew that it was useless; Danny was outnumbered, and he wouldn’t last forever. It was impossible to defeat them all and break Wes out of the shield before the next round of agents.

In the end, he was pinned under a ghost-proof net, bleeding in about three different places. An agent, a man with cold eyes and calloused hands, stood over him with a lopsided grin. “Looks like capturing the human wasn’t useless, after all,” he said. He placed a foot over Danny’s crouching form. “We got the ghost boy.”

Danny gritted his teeth. He was out of options, and at this point, he wouldn’t be able to escape with Wes. Sure, he still had the map, but he couldn’t just leave him behind… left at the GiW’s mercy...

But what choice did he have?

Danny glanced sideways and met Wes’s desperate stare. Guilt and defeat wracked his conscience and Danny clenched his fists. He didn’t want to… everything in him screamed not to do it. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Wes’s eyes widened. “What?”

Danny held the map in front of him, ignoring the agents’ curiosity and Wes’s gasp of realization. The red-headed boy crawled toward the shield’s wall, trembling as he fought tremors of pain, “No, no, don’t leave me—”

“Take me back,” Danny told the map, firmly holding onto the scroll. The GiW agent standing over him stumbled backward when Danny was pulled out from under the net. As he was whisked away, he heard one last desperate cry from Wes. And then, he was swallowed by a portal to the Ghost Zone, and everything vanished into green.

It was a matter of seconds before he was pulled onto a floating rock and collapsed on his knees. A glance over his shoulder confirmed that the portal he’d been pulled through had closed itself, meaning the GiW wouldn’t be able to follow him. Even though he knew that he was safe now, he couldn’t seem to calm himself down. His breath was still erratic and his hands—dang hands—wouldn’t stop shaking.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Wes and all the scars that had been marked across his pale body, followed by the image of that bloody table. Bile rose in his throat and he haphazardly swallowed it, forcing it down. If what he thinks happened did happen, then….

One of Danny’s biggest fears that he never spoke about, not even to Sam or Tucker, was the fear of being dissected. After all, he was threatened with it enough that it was a probable situation. His biology was rare; obviously getting him on a lab table was any scientist’s dream. His parents rambled on and on about dissecting ghosts that he dreamt about it too—being strapped to an examination table, crowded by scientists, sterilized scalpels digging into his skin. And in every nightmare, he was always the one staring into the eyes of the scientists, on the receiving end of their knives. Not Wes. It was never meant to be Wes.

He clenched his fists. It was never meant to be Wes. This was never supposed to happen, so Danny would make sure it never would… couldn’t… happen.

He made up his mind, stood from his rock, and propelled himself into the air. He knew the way to Clockwork’s lair like the back of his hand and was there in minutes.

“No,” Clockwork refused, upon his arrival.

Danny wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t make him any more content with Clockwork’s answer. “I know you saw what happened to Wes,” he pressed. “They… they thought he was me. It’s wrong. He shouldn’t have been captured.”

Clockwork’s red eyes studied Danny as he shifted into a child, unchanging. “So you’d rather they capture you, instead?”

Danny hesitated. Worst fear or not, Wes didn’t deserve what they had done to him. The images were burned into his eyelids: Wes’s body mottled with half-healing scars, curled up in a heap on the floor, and the sinister curl of the GiW agent’s lips…. He met Clockwork’s eyes with a determined stare. “Yes.”

Clockwork’s sharp gaze softened, shifting into an old man. “I’m sorry,” he stated, “I can’t help you.”

Danny clenched his fists. “So you’re just going to leave him there?” he accused, more desperate than angry.

“Of course not,” Clockwork replied with a staid frown. “He’s going to be released whether I interfere or not.”

Danny blinked in surprise. “Really?” he asked. Clockwork nodded and shifted into a young adult.

“The GiW have seen that he’s not a ghost. They’ll be sending him home by next morning.”

Instantly, Danny felt slightly relieved, but Clockwork’s news didn’t ease all his troubles. He believed the time ghost, seeing as he had no reason to lie. Still, he couldn’t help remember the blood across the table, slick and pooled across the metal surface. Wes’s dark bandages and his abject desperation when Danny left him alone with the agents. Even as a ghost, he found himself shiver. “He won’t be the same,” he realized, quietly.

Clockwork leaned against his staff and turned to look at the circular time window next to them. Danny couldn’t see anything but a swirling green vortex, but Clockwork seemed to discern something in the window. “He’ll heal with time,” he said, watching the swirling green window, knowingly. “You go home. I promise you will meet Wes tomorrow.”

Everything in Danny wanted to argue, to protest that he wanted to speak to Wes now. That he wanted Wes to be okay now, but he knew that it would be useless against the master of time. Reluctantly, he flew from Clockwork’s lair and (after returning the Infi-Map to Frostbite) returned to the human world through the Fenton Portal.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he was revisited by graphic images of Wes being tortured, tools of all sorts ripping him open, searching for evidence that he was Phantom—looking for something that only Danny had. He saw Wes pressed against the floor, clutching his bandages, and shaking as he bled. He twisted and turned until finally he couldn’t ignore the sunlight breaking through his curtains.

Normally, Danny flew to school, but something compelled him to walk today. Since it was earlier than usual and Sam and Tucker probably weren’t awake yet, he figured he’d walk alone. His body moved on autopilot, his legs carrying him mechanically to the direction of Casper High.

At least, he thought it was the direction of Casper High. He managed to deceive himself for a while until finally he looked up and found himself standing in front of Wes’s apartment building.

And there, sitting on the doorstep, was Wes.

Danny inhaled sharply. That action must have alerted Wes to his presence because seconds later the broken red-head lifted his head to meet Danny’s eyes. Danny lost himself in the emptiness of Wes’s eyes and realized that they looked just as tired as they had in the GiW facility.

“You’re okay,” Danny managed to say. Even as he said it, he knew it wasn’t true. After what he figured had happened to Wes, he was certain that he could never be okay. Who could?

Wes must have been thinking the same thing, but he kept his silence. His demeanor darkened and he growled, “No thanks to you.”

Danny gulped. “I’m sorry,” he expressed. His apology was heartfelt, but it did little to express his desire that none of this should have happened. He moved closer to Wes, who kept his posture still and guarded. “I didn’t want to leave you behind, but there was nothing I could do, and…” he trailed off and bit his lip. What could he possibly say to make up for leaving him? For any of this screwed up situation? He didn’t know, he couldn’t think. Staying up all night had stolen any coherent apology he might have been able to scrounge up. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, softly.

Wes’s eyes were glued to him, yet dark and unreadable. “Sorry for not trying harder, or for getting me into this mess in the first place?” he ground out.

Danny winced. “I—I never meant to… but you know I had to keep my identity a secret.”

“So you’re glad they caught me instead of you?”

Danny’s eyes widened. “No! Of course not—”

Wes cut him off by standing up. Danny didn’t miss the way that he winced when he moved, pulling himself to his feet. This time when Wes looked into Danny’s eyes, he didn’t mask his pain—Danny could sense his unfiltered agony and cringed.

“I told them I wasn’t a ghost,” Wes began, “but they didn’t believe me. Even after they ran all their tests, they thought I must be hiding my ghostliness in some way,” he emphasized bitterly. “So they…” A lump formed in Wes’s throat, and he turned his gaze to the sidewalk, letting his eyes roam across the sparkly concrete. He took a shaky breath, one so soft that Danny wasn’t sure he could’ve heard without his enhanced senses. He looked back to Danny and whispered, “They cut me up.”

Danny fell silent. He didn’t know what to say. After all, who could even respond to that? All he could do was watch, paralyzed, as Wes sniffled and wiped away a stray tear.

“It doesn’t matter,” the red-head finally decided. “They know now.”

That admission snapped Danny out of his guilt-ridden haze. “Know what?” He had a suspicion… but no. Not that. They couldn’t know that.

“I told them, of course,” Wes nonchalantly explained. “That you’re Phantom. They didn’t listen at first, but after realizing it wasn’t me, well… they did.”

Suddenly, Danny grew aware of the white van in his peripheral vision. A door slid open and men started stepping out of it, armed with guns aimed at the two of them. He knew, now, why Wes was sitting on the doorstep out in the open. They had been counting on his arrival. Wes was bait—and he had fallen for their trap. He felt his heartbeat accelerate, yet he didn’t look away from the broken boy standing before him.

“They were probably listening to our conversation,” Wes stated, eyeing the agents behind Danny. “If they had any doubts about what I told them, they’re gone now.”

The weapons whined as they charged. White boots crunched against gravel as they approached, closer and closer—

And Wes smiled, his first real smile since he had been taken. “You should run now,” he suggested. “I wouldn’t want you to go through what I did.”

Danny ducked at the perfect moment, barely avoiding getting shot. He felt the blasts from the weapons soar where his head had been a split second before and whipped around. He eyed the agents that were surrounding him, doing nothing to mask the fiery green glow in his eyes. It was too late. They know now, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

They know.

With one last glance at Wes, Danny turned himself invisible and kicked off the ground, using what limited flight he had in human form. Wes was right, he had to run—because once they caught him, it would be all over. He’d end up just like Wes, but they wouldn’t let him go. They’d keep him and use him as their sick little lab rat until he finally died.

He had to run… had to… run.

#consider this my entry for the last prompt of dannymay19 since i never made anything for that #danny phantom #wes weston #angst #fic #mine

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Danny Phantom/Warehouse 13

I've been watching Warehouse 13 and I'm on season 3 right now; and probably won’t finish it :( Since I'm currently interested in the DP fandom it is only right that I try to come up with some crossover.

So if you don't know Warehouse 13 is a show where two Secret Service agents; Pete Lattimer and Myka Bering, are transferred to a top-secret storage warehouse that holds tons of strange artifacts, mysterious relics, and just weirdly powerful items. Their job is to find these artifacts out in the world and bring them to the warehouse to be kept safe. And these artifacts can be like anything.

So I've come up with a few different scenarios/crossover ideas.

First idea (references to specific episodes in [ ]):

The Warehouse picks up strange and impossible things happening in a small town in the middle of nowhere (Amity Park if you didn't know). Newspapers about ghosts?? And pictures of people and green creatures flying and attacking citizens? Yeah definitely something to investigate, because what else could it be other than an artifact.

So Myka and Pete head down to Illinois, or wherever Amity Park is, and they immediately see the damage done to the town. I'm thinking that the first day they don’t see any ghosts so they are just asking around town about the reports of the strange happenings. I’m thinking they ask like police officers they run across and employees of shops that have seen better days, but also anyone that seems willing to talk which isn’t a lot. I don’t know if the GIW is around or if Myka and Pete are aware of what the GIW is, but I think if GIW agents cross their path then they’ll be brushed to the side because why is the secret service here they shouldn’t be caring about what’s happening in Amity.

I think they also might look through the museum or library, or get a tour of the school because that place is attacked a lot. They might have to talk to the students about how they got their jobs because why would the principal pass up the opportunity of secret service agents talking to the students in exchange for looking around the school. They might use that as a way to ask some students about what they’ve seen in town.

[ Based on reports of there being a ghost hero that fights other ghosts, I think they start comparing this to artifacts they already have in the Warehouse like Angelo Siciliano’s Workout Trunks that can increase the density of anyone wearing them, which was used in the episode “Mild Mannered” by a guy trying to be a vigilante. Jack Kirby’s Belt is similar where it can manipulate the density of the wearer and it isn’t at the Warehouse so they might try to jump to conclusions to at least why Phantom can fly before they actually see him. Or that he is just a guy using an artifact to fight crime.

There’s also Philo Farnsworth’s Transmutational Three Dimensional Camera/Projector which in the episode “Beyond Our Control” the projector was unknowingly being used to project parts of movies all across town, and these things weren’t just holograms but actual physical objects. This is in the Warehouse, but Myka and Pete could end up thinking that an artifact could be producing and projecting these ghosts instead of them actually being ghosts.]

But the second day they most definitely see Phantom and another ghost fighting, it’s an average fight and at the end Phantom sucks the ghost into his thermos. Seeing that the ghost gets sucked into the thermos and then Phantom just leaves, Myka and Pete believe that the thermos is the artifact. But how are they gonna get it? Then here comes the Fentons, always late to the fights. Discovering that the Fentons have doctorates.. for this town’s problem? and have been trying to stop these attacks Myka and Pete end up going to their house to get more information.

They walk through the door and BOOM, they get hit with the smell of fudge. (If you smell fudge where there is no fudge then that means there’s an artifact or at least one at work) But Fentonworks always smells like fudge because of how often it is made, and Jack definitely has some hidden somewhere but they don’t know that.

Myka and Pete ask about if they know anything about the thermos, and they discover that the ghosts have been around before the thermos was made and was made by the Fenton, but didn’t work until Phantom got his hands on it. So they cross the fact that the thermos is an artifact off their list and they wanna keep asking more questions, but one of the Fenton children (Jazz) has been spying on them and eventually kinda forces them out of the house for the night. (So they didn’t see the lab downstairs)

On their way back to where they are staying they end up walking past the park and see a streak of green run by. Ending up following it and finding out that it’s a small green dog and it’s running circles around Phantom. I don’t know if they end up approaching Phantom and he has to stop Cujo from attacking them and then he disappears with his dog, or they end up watching and maybe call Artie and Claudia (Artie is like their boss, Claudia is a co-worker with way less experience, but good with tech) so they can see pretty much with their own eyes what these ghosts look and act like. I think Pete, maybe Myka, and definitely Claudia end up thinking that these ghosts aren’t just in town to fight, that they have sentience to them and maybe you can just walk up to them or at least Phantom and just ask them what on earth is happening in this town.

I think at the end there’s nothing for them to do about this town, it ends up not being an artifact but something out of their control and they just have to leave it be. Or they discover the Fenton lab and they decide that the portal is an artifact (bigger things have been artifacts before). I don't know if they just take it or leave it though because some artifacts can't be taken from their location, but portal can definitely be seen as a problem for the world.

#hehehehehehe #i'll probably post my second idea tomorrow just to space them out a bit #i lost access to tv again so that's why i probably won't finish wh13 at least not for awhile #take this! take my crossovers!#but just imagine the possibilties of this crossover #danny phantom #warehouse 13 #dp crossover #dp x wh13

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