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sailor-toni · 1 year

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Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire

Chapter 5: Grasping at roses

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“Kwan? Is that you? AH!” Star dropped her soda on the wooden floor. On her couch was Kwan but next to him was a glowing boy floating over her couch.

“Don’t freak out! It’s Danny,” Kwan said.

“Sup,” Danny waved at Star. Star eyes switched between the two.

“Can you guys like, explain please?” Star shouted.

Danny groaned. “Remember last year when I was out of school for a few weeks?” Star nodded. “Well. I was out because I went into my parent’s ghost portal and I kind of fixed it. With me inside of it. There was bright light, my skin felt like it came off and I woke up like this. I think I made myself half ghost, half human. I can fly, go through walls, and I'm more unique than anyone else in Amity Park. “ Star groaned at the joke.

“So wait, have you been causing all the trouble around town for the past year?” Star picked her soda can up and sat down on one of the white upholster chairs.

“No. Well. I didn’t mean to. When I turned the portal on, a bunch of ghosts came flying out of it. It was like a flood, and I didn’t want to get in trouble with my parents, so I have been trying to catch all the ghosts and put them back in the ghost zone,” Danny said. White rings appeared around his torso and returned him to his grass stain football uniform. Kwan reached over and pulled a tree branch from Danny’s hair. “Thanks bro,”

“No problem!” Kwan said. He got up to throw the branch away when he saw Star looking at him with that look. “I was getting us food from Nasty Burger when the terminator came by and tried to shoot up the place. Danny was hiding behind a dumpster and I, being such a great guy, saved his ass.” Star gave Kwan another look . “And then we didn’t know where to go and I know you are one of the smartest, most beautiful, most amazing persons I know. So, I had Danny bring us here.”

“He wasn’t a terminator. He was a ghost, ghost hunter from the Ghost Zone that was trying to kill me,” Danny pointed out.

Star pinched the bridge of her nose. “Danny, why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Well I didn’t know how everyone would react. My parents want to tear apart any ghost that crosses their path, and every time I save someone, they go on Facebook and complain about me. There are three anti-Ghost Boy Facebook groups already,” Danny said. “Look Can you promise me that you and Kwan can keep this a secret? I don’t know what would happen to me if everyone found out. I would lose everything.”

It was Star who was sighing, “Danny you are lucky that we have been friends since third grade, when you spilled milk all over my bratz t-shirt and then cried when I punched you. Of course I will keep your secret… but only on the condition that you let me help you catch ghosts.”

“It was an accident and you gave me a black eye for no reason! And why? Ghost catching is dangerous, didn’t you just hear Kwan say that a terminator shot up Nasty Burger trying to catch me?”

“Wait, I thought he was a ghost, ghost hunter?” Kwan said.

“He is, but his skin is made of metal,”

“Danny I want to help because hunting ghosts sounds amazing, and you are one of my oldest friends. I want to make sure you are okay. Especially since your foot is bleeding all over my parent’s floor,” Star said.

“Fuck,” Danny lifted his foot and his white knee high football socks were stained red.

Star ran to her kitchen, her family’s apartment was a minimalist hell. Everything was shit upon white with accents of gold here or there. In one of the few closed cabinets in the place, was a wooden first aid kit. She grabbed it and ran back to the living room. Under Danny’s socks, the net had cut into his skin leaving crosshatch cuts down his leg and around his foot. Kwan ran out of the room, he ran back in with a few towels. Star washed the blood off his foot, then wrapped his foot up in gaze.

“Dam! Does that hurt?” Kwan asked.

“A little, it mostly stings,” Danny said.

After the excitement and blood clean up the three sat around the living room talking about Danny’s adventures.

“So you have defeated an evil lunch lady, escaped Ghost prison, and fought a dragon?” Kwan said.

“Yeah, and out of them the hunter was the scariest thing I have seen,” Danny said.

“Why is he hunting you anyways?” Star said.

“I don’t know. All he said was, auh! I am Skulker, the best hunter in the Ghost Zone! Now watch me kill you ghost boy!”

“Wait, his name is Skulker? Like lurker and skull mashed together?”

“Yeah.”

“How lame. He sounds like an edgy fourteen year old on x-box.” They all laughed at Star’s joke.

“Wouldn’t it be great if he was one of those gamer bros, and we could scare him away by threatening him with a shower?” Danny joked.

“Hey Skulker, you think you’re so great? Well, you have never faced a foe like this, a shower!” Kwan grabbed a nearby pillow and pretended it was a hose, spraying down the invisible enemy.

“I wish. God I don’t even know how to defeat that guy,” Danny grumbled.

“What do you usually do? Like how do you catch the ghost? Do you open a portal and send them back or do you chant a spell, or do you do a magical girl attack and hit them with ghost magic?” Star said.

“I beat them up till I can suck them into my parents Fenton thermos,” Danny said.

“You put them in a thermos?”

“My parents have made a bunch of ghost weapons to catch ghosts or give them serious harm. One of them is this soup thermos that can suck up any ghost and stuff them inside. Then I can shoot them back into my parent’s portal,”

“Why don’t you do that with the terminator?” Kwan said.

“His name is Skulker,” Star corrected him.

“Whatever.”

“I tried, but he took me by surprise and hes super tough. I don’t know fi I can beat him one on one,”

“Yeah, he did have chainsaw arms.”

“And that was after a tree fell on him.”

“A tree fell on him?”

“Yeah, I blasted him through a tree, and then it fell on him. And he got right back up.”

“If you can’t fight him one-v-one, then don’t?” Star said.

“What? What are you trying to say Star?” Kwan asked.

“You said you can’t just beat him up, so why don’t we turn the hunter into the hunted? We could use Danny’s parents' weapons and stuff to set up a bunch of traps, and we use Danny as bait, and trap him! And when he’s trapped we can use the thermos to lock him in!”

“Star, you are a genius!” Danny shouted.

“Yeah, if you bring a bunch of your parents stuff to school tomorrow, Kwan and I can take it and set up a bunch of traps!”

“But where are we going to set the traps?” Kwan raised his hand.

“Hmm..” Star rubbed her chin. “I don’t know.”

“We can’t do it where people can get hurt, or where my identity can be found out,” Danny said.

“What about the old playground at Elm Street park? My mom said they have locked it off and aren't letting anybody near it,” Kwan said.

“Why?” Danny and Star said at once.

“They are tearing it down to put up one of those plastic playgrounds,” Kwan said. Danny and Star groaned.

“Why are they getting rid of it?” Star asked.

“Cuz’ it’s old,”

“Wait, that’s perfect. If it’s closed then nobody would be there!” Danny said.

“Yeah let’s do this!” Kwan yelled.

. . .

The next morning, Danny got up early and empty his football duffel bag. The sports equipment scattered all over the floor with a bang. He then rushed out and headed towards the basement. The basement was always cold with the workbenches covered in nuts and bolts and blueprints. His father stood over a large ball with a pencil in his mouth.

“Slowly, slowly, slowly.” His Father said.

His Mom held up the sphere, sweat pouring down her face. Her blue hazmat suit was custom fitted to her body avoiding the baggy-ness that came with the others. Green and black stains covered her arms, while a wrench was clenched in her mouth. Her muffled voice came out greeting Danny.

“Uh Hey Mom. What are you guys doing?” Danny replied, quickly grabbing random weapons off the wall and shoving it into his bag.

“We are building the fenton ghost killer 9000. This is a super bomb that will kill any nearby ghost but not any humans. Annnddddd there! Okay you can let go Maddie,” Jack said, backing away from the sphere. His mother backed away, her butt was resting on a small platform on wheels, allowing her to roll away.

“Jack, do you think the ectoplasm levels are too high on this? It could affect nearby humans?” Maddie said.

“A small dose of radiation dosen’t kill anyone,” his Father brushed off.

“True, but the levels here are massive. It would be more than a small dose.”

“We can examine it more in the simulations. But they should be fine.”

Danny grabbed a few more traps and closed his bag. “Well it sounds like you guys are super busy, so I’ll just leave you guys alone.”

“Oh have a good day at school sweetie!”

“Have a good day son!”

“Yeah, don't forget I have a football game in two weeks!” Danny yelled.

“We won’t forget son! We’ll be there!”

. . . .

The school day moved like molasses running down a wall. The entire time he could feel someone staring at him. It had to be Skulker but his ghost sense wasn't going off. He always knew when a ghost was around as he could see his breath and chills would run up his spine. But around Skulker it wasn’t going off. He was a ghost. He said so himself, but it created a twisted feeling in Danny’s gut. At lunch he passed the bag over to Kwan and Star. He didn’t know what half of it did, but Star assured him she would figure it out. With that underway, all Danny had to do was make sure the feeling didn’t go away.

When the school day ended Danny went and visited all the clubs. Asked his teachers for any late work that was due, and he even helped the lunch ladies throw away the mystery meat. But that only took an hour and he needed to burn more time. Football practice had been canceled due to the coach getting surgery for a hernia, leaving Danny the only player left in the school. I could get a workout done. He thought.

He made his way through the back of the school and down the beaten path to the football team’s locker rooms. They were in a building off to the side. It was larger than a shed but for a team of 18 players. Four showers were not enough. The inside looked like every locker room from the eighties. Down to the steam from the shower. Danny paused, who else was there. Creeping through the locker room he heard crying.

“Hello?” Danny called out. There was a squeak of surprise, and then the sound of someone trying to forcibly stop themselves from crying. Danny pulled back the shower curtain, and Dash pulled it back. “Dash? Dash, what's the matter?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!”

“No, Dash come on. You can talk to me about it.”

“No! You’re just gonna make fun of me.”

“No, Dash come out of the shower. I promise I won't laugh at you.”

“Fine. Just let me get dressed first.”

“Okay,” Danny left his friend and sat near the front of the locker room, the steam from the shower slowly dispersing as the shower came to a close and Dash joined him on the bench with two towels. One was tied around his waist. And a second he was using as a giant tissue.

“I. I bought one of those roses for the ball, and,” Dash cried into the towel. “I asked Paulina to join me, and she said no. She just wants to stay friends. ”

“Dash- I’m so sorry.” Danny hesitantly put a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I know she wasn’t trying to be rude. She even gave me a hug. But, man I really like her. She's not like the other girls. She doesn't make fun of me like the others do. And I know you guys like to joke around, but-”

“I’m sorry Dash. I didn’t think it affected you like this. We can stop,” Danny said.

“No, a lot of the time it doesn’t affect me. But I thought maybe since she didn't make as many jokes. She liked me as well. But she's just nice. ”

“Dash there are more people out there that would love to be with you. You know, there are more fish in the sea?”

“I guess. I just hurt.” Dash blew his nose on the towel.

“No, I understand that. Just know that I’m here for you”

“Thanks Danny.”

“You're welcome dude.”

“Uh Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I get a hug? I’m sorry I’m a big hugger.”

“Um sure.” The two stood up and a very awkward hug was had.

“Thank you man. I really needed this,” Dash said, still hugging Danny.

“Your welcome Dash.” Danny said.

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lewdbabies · 3 years

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~The neighbor ~

part 2

nanami kentox reader smut

warning: MDNI, 18+, Raw sex , praising kink, Language, Rough sex, Breeding, smut

Part 2

Work was slow as usual, after morning hours the cafe tends to slow down lunch and dinner were served but it wasn’t very popular. Judging by the way Nanami was in a rush earlier it seemed he didn’t have time to stop by for his regular Black coffee. You lean against the register catching up on the latest novel you’d been reading. Your boss is in the back doing “Inventory “ which really meant taking a nap in the office. You glance at the clock perched on the wall, 1:30 pm, you sigh time was dragging on today. You turn your attention back onto your book engrossing yourself in the literature.

“Hello may I see the lunch menu please”

You jump.

You’d been so enraptured by your book you hadn’t even heard the door bell ring.

“Y-yes W-welcome let me grab that for you one second” you slam your book shut and quickly squat down grabbing a laminated lunch menu.

You look up and you’re met with brown eyes.

He smiles grabbing the menu, your hands brush lightly. You’re panicking, this is the first time he’s ever came to the cafe for lunch. He nods walking to A booth furthest from the entrance, you watch in awe admiring his physic. You grab a towel and begin to buss tables giving him time to decide what he wanted. Your eyes keep darting over at him blushing every Time your eyes meet. He doesn’t seem to mind he gives you a small smile in response.

After a while you walk to the register to grab your note pad and pen. You reach in your pocket for your lip gloss dabbing some on before making your way over to his table. He’s looking down, his brows scrunched in focus.

“Is anything looking good” you call out cheerfully.

“Yes you are” his tongue slides across his lips.

“Pardon?” You asked unsure of what you heard.

“I said yes it is” he rubs his chin staring directly into your eyes.

You ignore it deciding you’re just hearing things, He points to a item on the menu.

“This will be fine “ he states.

“The eggs Benedict, Alright and for your drink?” You scribble on your note pad.

“Black coffee should suffice” he nods to himself in approval.

“Alrighty I will have that right up” you rip the paper from your pad and start towards the kitchen.

“Order up!” You call back, sticking the ticket up.

You were in charge of making all the coffee related orders, came with being a barista/cashier. You didn’t mind though, you learned to Create lots of different foam patterns. Coffee making was fun if you made it, you even created a couple secrete menu items of your own.

You reach for a mug, pouring the freshly brewed coffee inside, steam swirls from the cup. You set the mug ontop of your silver serving tray and make your way back to his table. He’s looking through a stack of papers, his briefcase sits open on the table top.

“Here’s your coffee” you grab the glass in an attempt to hand it to him unaware of how hot it is. The glass burns your hand causing you to drop it out of reflex. It crashes down spraying all over Nanami’s suit and paper work.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You grab a fist full of paper towels frantically trying to clean off his suit. You pat the spilled coffee from his lap, He shifts in his seat.

“Uhn-“ he makes a soft noise catching you off guard.

You bolt up your face is red hot, you look away in embarrassment.

“I-I can pay to have this dry cleaned! Ugh I’m such a klutz-“

He interjects “no it’s fine you don’t have to do that”

“Please allow me too I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t” you bite your lip in guilt.

His eyes darken at the sight of you standing there looking so remorseful and innocent. He looks away for a second debating his next move.

“If you insist, the jacket only will be enough I assure you” he says slowly, sliding his coat off. His arms bulge through his white button down shirt.

He hands you the jacket hesitantly You’re dying of embarrassment.

“I’ll have this back to you tomorrow I swear it” you blurt quickly walking away.

“That coffee was a nightmare to get out kid” The dry cleaner complains.

You give an apologetic look as you sign the ticket finalizing the payment.

“Thanks again For getting it done so quick Danny”

“Yeah yeah yeah next time tell the guy to make the coffee land in his mouth got it” you laugh as you wave goodbye walking out the door. You check your phone , 6:10 pm, Nanami asked you to be there at 5:30 but work held you up today.

Luckily the dry cleaners is around the block from your apartment like most things. Before you know it your apartment entrance is in sight, You push the elevator button. It takes forever as usual, when it finally arrives you walk inside. Nanami lived on the same floor as you just opposite sides. You walk down the hall that connects your building’s searching for unit 12.

Your phone lights up, it’s a text from nanami ‘having trouble finding me?’ You laugh to yourself stopping to type back.

‘Closer than you think’ just as you press send the door in front of you swings open.

You jump with a fright, he sure had a way of scaring you. He’s standing there dressed completely different from how you were use to seeing him. He wore a green long sleeve top, Casual dark jeans , his eyes were covered by strange glasses.

“Come on in” he smirks.

You step over the threshold laying the jacket across his cream couch. His apartment was clean, not regular clean, everything was perfectly in its place. Despite all the lighter themes there wasn’t a spec of dirty anywhere in sight.

“I’m sorry I’m late work-“ you explain

“I understand, would you like a drink “ he disappears into the kitchen, returning with two wine glasses and a bottle of an unknown expensive looking champagne.

“Uh-uh yeah sure”

You sit on the couch crossing one leg over the other nervously. The space beside you dips as he sits next to you. You watch the muscles in his hands twitch as he pours your glass. You squirm in your seat, squeezing your legs tightly together.

‘Is he smirking’ you think to yourself watching him out the corner of your eye.

He hands you the drink before pouring his own. He watches curiously over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip, His stare sends a twitch through your clit.

“You like Austen as well?” He asks, you give a confused look.

He continues “ The book you were reading earlier” you realize he must have caught a glimpse at it earlier.

“Oh, Yes I do she is one of my favorites actually” you admit.

He reaches over tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m sorry im kind of a neat freak I hope I didn’t offend you-“ he doesn’t move his hand away.

“N-no it’s okay” your body is warm, the alcohol creeps up on you slowly. Before you can stop yourself you nuzzling closer into his palm, his thumb strokes your cheek. He slides his hand to the nape of your neck gently pulling you closer as he leans in.

“Is this okay?” He breathes parting his lips.

Your breathing becomes erratic as you glance down at his lips inches from your own.

“Y-yes...” he runs his tongue gently over your bottom lip before capturing them in a hungry kiss.

He briefly breaks away removing his glasses setting them on the coffee table. In one swift motion he grips your waist hoisting you onto his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck in surprise. You lean into him pushing him into the couch cushion his hand travels up your back to your neck pulling you to his waiting lips. “Mmm Uhn-“ He moans slipping his tongue between your lips.

You grind against him the clothing between you becoming an unwanted barrier. His skillful hands slide up your back release your bra clasp, he pulls away flustered and messy hair’d. You lift your arms as he slides your shirt and bra above your head tossing it into the far corner.

“Keep your arms above your head” He orders.

You obey holding your arms up, His tongue attacks your strained nipples. He sucks gently, Using his hand to tease the other, it’s too much to take and your arms drop.

“Arms up or I stop, Little one” you whimper raising your hands above your head.

He sucks your hard bud into his mouth giving it a soft nip sending lighting between your thighs.

“Ah Ah Please mmmnh-“ you plead for more. His hands travel up your skirt pushing your panties aside invading your soaking folds.

“Mmmm so wet already” he brings his fingers to his lips tasting your excitement.

“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, watching me stroke my cock through your drapes at night “ he plunges two fingers inside your slippery hole. You gasp holding back a scream as he finger fucks you slowly.

“Take it out” he demands.

You waste no time unzipping his pants and freeing his pulsing member. You stroke his length admiring how big he is.

“Sit on it” he grips your waist positioning your entrance with his tip. He strokes your slit teasing you making you beg for more.

You grind against him pushing down desperate for him to fill you up. He lets out a feral growl slamming you down on his cock mercilessly.

“Fuck yeah take it, Ah you like the way I stretch your little pussy don’t you” he slaps your ass bouncing you up and down.

He rails into you at a feverish pace, your hips colliding relentlessly.

“ Look at me, Look me in my fucking eyes, show me that pretty face while I fuck you” he groans.

You look at him tears of pleasure staining your face as you get closer to your climax.

He grabs your hair crashing his lips to yours entangling your tongues.

“Ah Ah I’m gonna cum” you cry out, he Drills harder into you biting the soft skin of your neck.

“Cum for me princess, yeah just like that, good girl” he moans.

“Look at me, Look at me, show me how you cum baby, Ah fuck” it sent you over the edge your walls clench around him juices washing over his twitching cock. His eyes roll back as he messily pumps into you filling you with cum. You fall forward, he wraps his arms around you holding you together. You’re both sweat drenched and fucked out depending on each other’s bodies for support.

“You should have spilled coffee on me sooner” he states seriously.

You look at each other in silence before breaking into uncontrollable laughter.

“I agree” you say smiling like a idiot.

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t00turnttrauma · 2 years

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Sam stood between his brothers, his arms outstretched, ready to stop another fight from erupting. Danny was grabbing tissues from the box, shoving them into Jake’s hands, silently panicking. In the years that they had known each other, worked together, there had never been a fight like this, one fueled by rage. Sam relaxed, trying to work solutions in his mind. With Karen rushing into the room, both would stay relatively calm. Sure, the twins had fought before, punched, and kicked at each other, even thrown things, but the crazed look in Josh’s eyes proved that he wasn’t backing down. Everyone knew that it was different this time. Jake wasn’t fighting back, rather standing behind Sam for protection.

Sam had been messing around with Danny by the piano when Josh stormed in. Jake was sitting on the couch quietly, minding his own business when Josh yanked him up by his collar. The first punch was a test to see if Jake would fight back. When Jake’s hands landed on his brother’s shoulders, roughly pushing him away, Josh’s second punch was the one that caused the blood to spill. Danny physically had to pull the older brother off, practically carrying him to the other side of the room. Jake had scrambled away, clutching his nose. There hadn’t been a single word spoken until their mother walked in.

“What happened?” Karen demanded. Everyone had flashbacks to their childhood. But she had a right to be angry that her sons had not only fought but also shattered two collectible vases and knocked a painting from the wall.

“He just came in and sucker punched me,” Jake snapped, clutching the tissues to his nose.

“Why would you do that?” Their mother asked, hands on her hips.

“He kissed Y/N. That’s why she moved the wedding date!”

As if an anvil had been dropped, everyone froze. The room fell silent. Karen looked between the twins, her brain trying to work out if she heard him correctly. Josh was still huffing, tears of anger in his eyes but he was refusing to let them fall. Jake looked like he was going to crumble in on himself, a strange look on his face. Sam and Danny shared a look.

“Why would you kiss Y/N?” Karen asked softly, trying to get a better look at Jake’s nose. She winced at the sight of his bruising face.

Jake shrugged. “I don’t know?” It came out more of a question than an answer. “It just happened. She was freaking out about everything and I didn’t know how to stop her-“

“You calm her down!” Josh shouted. “You take her hand, give her a hug but you jumped in and kissed my fiancée!”

Jake was beating himself up on the inside, and he had been for a week. Josh stormed from the room, his hands shakily looking for Y/N’s contact. “You have reached Y/N Y/L/N, soon to be Kiszka,” her voice giggled through the speaker. “Please leave a message with your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!” The tone signaling that his phone was recording was hell for Josh to hear. The second worst thing he’d heard in his life, after hearing that his twin brother kissed his fiancée.

The wedding was set for this weekend, everything already done. Y/N, on Monday morning, called Josh in tears, wanting to wait. Even though their official engagement was short, a little bit less than six months to be exact, Josh knew the day he met her that he wanted to marry. To people like him, it meant a lot, a complete life change to have someone waiting for him at home. So, he did what any sensible groom would do, and began cold calling the guests, stating that the wedding would be postponed for a later, undetermined date. It wasn’t until last night, Thursday, that Jake had come clean. Josh was tipsy, leaning on his brother for support, asking questions that he didn’t want answered for fear of being broken once again. Does she not love me? Is she getting cold feet? Did I do something wrong?

The mildly happy couple hadn’t seen each other since Sunday morning. Josh thought that keeping his distance, giving Y/N some time to think and come up with an answer would do both good. Sam had been adamant, practically pushing Josh to be proactive in winning his bride back. Danny hadn’t formed an opinion, just telling Josh to follow his heart and instincts, quite unhelpful in his opinion. So, Jake was the only plausible option. Instead of giving him a shoulder to cry on, he pushed his older brother up slightly. “If I tell you something, you have to promise not to be upset.”

In the back of his mind, Josh knew something happened between them. It was too coincidental that on the same night, both seemingly fell from the face of the Earth. His instincts weren’t telling him how to react with Y/N, but rather with Jake. He’d noticed it all week, the way he shifted uncomfortably when Josh walked in. He knew it all by the way Jake avoided eye contact, rather looking anywhere but the general direction of Josh. When the bomb exploded, Josh’s ears rang, his brother’s words echoing in his mind. He instantly sobered up, wordlessly walking away. Jake was just as speechless, unsure of what to do now that his brother knew the awful thing he’d done.

Y/N on the other hand, on the other side of the city, had spent the week in tears, her phone turned off and the doors to her apartment locked. Having the heart to heart with Josh over the phone was the worst moment of her life. The decision to postpone the nuptials was made the moment Jake pulled away, her cheeks still in his hands, eyes scanning her face for a reaction. She called off work, feigning illness. She also retracted her vacation time, promising to be there the week she was supposed to be with her new husband. The honeymoon would not be happening either. Maybe Danny and Mackenzi would enjoy a week in a secluded cabin in the Appalachian Mountains.

The spur of the moment kiss between Jake and Y/N was an act of desperation. While she loves Josh and always will, the idea that she kissed his twin brother one week before the wedding was enough to make her life crash and burn. The kiss was just meant to shut her up, but six years’ worth of emotion was there, and it was something that would take ages to unravel. To begin opening the box of goodies, she’d have to sit with Jake, and there was no way she would be able to do that anytime soon.

The panic had begun to set in that weekend. Family members were sending congratulations with seven days left until she was no longer Y/N Y/L/N. All the arrangements were seemingly finished. Who would try to put a wedding together in six months and expect it to be perfect? Y/N would. She had binders full of inspiration, pictures of wedding dresses and color schemes she’d seen over the years. But Sunday night also brought Jake over to her apartment. She was moving in with Josh, this being her last weekend as a single woman. In turn, Jake would be taking over Y/N’s lease, moving into the spacious apartment. Her apartment was bigger than his and he wanted the peace and quiet from his rowdy neighbors. He was planning on taking measurements of the rooms and doors, trying to make the move in easier. He found her pacing in the living room, practically creating a trench in the floor.

“Are you alright?” He asked, half joking with her.

She turned to him with tear filled eyes. “No! Everything is wrong! Sam is vegan, and I’m serving chicken! And now my dress- Josh saw a magazine and said he liked the silk, slim fit one and I picked a ball gown.” She sniffed. “I just want it to be perfect!”

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter. You’re going to look-“

“But he’s going to hate it! Josh let me pick all the colors and the centerpieces and the Chiavari chairs, what if when he sees them, he loses his mind? He said that white accent flowers were fine, and fine is not fine at all. Fine means that he hates it. And my dress is white! He’s going to hate my dress, Jake. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t get married.”

Jake was taken aback by her bluntness. The mascara running down her cheeks and the sloppy ponytail was out of character for her, and he was growing increasingly worried. He pulled her in for a hug, trying to get her to see the rational part of things. Instead, she pulled away and ranted over him.

“I can’t get married unless it’s perfect,” she cried, throwing the countless pages of inspiration from magazines and newspapers in the garbage. The sample centerpieces shattered against the floor. Jake rushed to her side, urging her to stop. Seeing as she was still shaking and crying, he did the unthinkable and kissed her. His hands landed on her cheeks, holding her to him for a moment. Her body stopped trembling for a few seconds as her brain tried to comprehend the sudden loss of thought. Realizing what just happened, Jake pulled away. His hands dropped to his sides. He prepared himself for a slap, more tears, just any reaction Y/N could muster up. She was completely frozen, standing like a deer in the headlights. Jake started to say something, but instead, he quietly left the apartment, closing the door behind him. He walked to his apartment slowly, head hung in shame.

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omg hi!! i was hoping you could write something abt danny from gvf and dental hygienist!reader cause we all need supportive bf!danny

Thank u so much for the request love 💕. I am so sorry that you had to wait for so long, but my anxiety and that accident I had at work crashed me completely 😐. I think it turned out quite cute and I really tried to make as much research about dental hygienists as I could. Please let me know if u liked it!

Lots of love

~Jules

"The smile on her face"

Pairing: Danny Wagner x dental hygienist! reader

Word count: 918

Editor: @dannythedog (she's amazing ✨)

Rating: teen and up

Warnings: none

“Danny?...Sweetheart, I’m home!” my voice echoed through the quiet apartment as I was closing the front door. We bought this place two years ago after looking for the right apartment to share together. I started looking around, trying to spot the tall, handsome boy. Brown, worn couch stood proudly in the living room, it was covered with lots of colorful pillows. On the coffee table I noticed a lot of music sheets and a pair of drumsticks. Still, I couldn’t spot my boyfriend anywhere, he was supposed to be home. He recently came back from a long tour with the band so we tried to spend some time together. The kitchen was empty too, only one black mug stood on the counter. I made my way to our bedroom at the end of the hallway.

“Honey? Is everything okay?” I opened the dark, wooden door to the room. My sweet boy was fast asleep on our bed, his adorable face filled with peace. Slick, raven hair spilled across the surface of the pillow. A warm feeling spread across my chest. God... he makes me so happy. Through the months of being apart I missed him terribly, always awaiting his return. Deciding not to disturb the sleeping beauty, he needed his rest, I quietly made my way to our kitchen.

Looking into the old fridge, I decided to make some lasagne. Danny always insisted that I make the best lasagne on this earth. As I was preparing the ingredients, a ringing voice resonated in the room. “How long have you been home?” My body trembled with surprise. “Oh my gosh, Daniel! You almost gave me a heart attack!” I said loudly with a fake accusation. He snorted visibly, clearly amused with my reaction. "Stop laughing at me, love," I stuck my tongue at him. "I got home like 15 minutes ago, didn't want to disturb you." While I went back to making the food, the man stayed by the doorway, a small smile on his face. "Can I help with the meal?" he asked and I just nodded enthusiastically. The time we spent in the kitchen together was always fun. We were laughing at silly jokes while chopping the vegetables and when he splashed me with water, a huge messy fight ensued. There was no sadness in my heart.

After finishing preparing the food and cleaning up the mess we made, we sat at the kitchen table, ready to eat. The lasagne smelled amazing. The smell spread throughout the kitchen, luminous rays of the sun came through the open window. Roar of the city could be heard outside, people in constant rush circled its streets. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you. How was work?" I looked at the boy sitting opposite me, his gaze inviting me to talk. I worked as a dental hygienist in the local dentist's office. Danny was very supportive of me pursuing my career in this field. He liked to listen to me talk about my goals or new skills that I learned. It made me blush and my heart swell every freaking time, he cared so much. “There were a lot of people today. I think I had about 8 patients,” I said. “At about 2 pm I had this boy, he was about 7 years old and he was so scared. I think he thought I was going to rip his tooth off.” The man giggled. “I explained to him that I’m just going to clean his teeth before the dentist comes. He calmed down a bit and then spotted my Marvel t-shirt underneath the uniform. His eyes just lit up and a huge smile appeared on his face, it was so cute. I gave him a ‘great patient’ sticker after everything was done,” a soft smile could be seen on my face. “I always knew you were great with kids. I’m so proud of you babe. You’re magnificent at your job,” he said proudly.

After the delicious meal, we decided to go on a short walk. Soft wind blew our hair and I clutched Danny’s hand tightly. His eyes gave away a loving expression, I couldn’t keep mine from looking at his glorious face. Everything seemed to be just perfect. I recognized a small, cozy cafe at the end of the street. “Sweetheart, would you like some coffee?” my finger pointed at the familiar building. “Yeah! Let’s go there,” he pulled at my hand as we made our way there. We bought a latte and a straight black coffee, after that we found a free booth to sit at the back of the shop. My drink tasted fantastic, instantly making me more energetic.

“Do you want to have a movie night with the boys on Friday? They miss you.” I took another sip of my beverage and replied, “I’d love to, I missed these goofballs so much.” The thought of these boys always made me excited. They were my family, supporting mine and Danny’s relationship no matter what. Sammy, Jake, and I were always up for mischief and I shared a deep love for films with Joshua. We would talk for hours about filmography and vintage cameras just to piss off the other three boys. He was already my brother. Jakey was a person that I could go to talk about anything with, I knew I could trust him with my whole heart. Danny took my hand in his. I couldn’t be more in love with someone else, but him.

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Written In The Stars CV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m so lost idk in which day of the week I’m living and the posting schedule for this thing is a mess in wattpad and Ao3 h e l p -Danny

Words: 5,117

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Chapter Three: The Order of the Phoenix.

"Hold it!" Ron stopped them before they could continue their walk towards the kitchen. "They're still in the hall, we might be able to hear something —"

The gloomy hallway below was packed with witches and wizards, including all of Harry's guard. They were whispering excitedly together. In the very centre of the group, Harry saw the dark, greasy-haired head and prominent nose of his least favourite teacher at Hogwarts, Professor Snape. Harry leaned farther over the bannisters. He was very interested in what Snape was doing for the Order of the Phoenix...

A thin piece of flesh-coloured string descended in front of Harry's eyes. Looking up he saw Fred and George on the landing above, cautiously lowering the Extendable Ear toward the dark knot of people below. A moment later, however, they began to move toward the front door and out of sight.

"Dammit," Harry heard Fred whisper, as he hoisted the Extendable Ear back up again.

They heard the front door open and then close.

"Snape never eats here... Thank God. C'mon."

"And don't forget to keep your voice down in the hall, Harry," Hermione whispered.

"We're eating down in the kitchen," Mrs Weasley told them in a hushed voice. "Harry, dear, if you'll just tiptoe across the hall, it's through this door here —"

CRASH.

"Tonks!"

"I'm sorry! It's that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second time I've tripped over —"

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers —"

"Ah yes, that's the evening bell to announce dinner," Mel said with an ironic smile.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up!" Sirius grabbed the curtain and attempted to hide the portrait unsuccessfully.

"Yoooou!" The woman shouted. "Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!"

"I said — shut — UP!"

Lupin grabbed the other end and both men closed it tightly.

"Hello, Harry," Sirius said, more calmly this time. "I see you've met my mother."

"Your— ?"

"My dear old mum, yeah. We've been trying to get her down for a month but we think she put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas. Let's get downstairs, quick, before they all wake up again."

"But what's a portrait of your mother doing here?"

"Hasn't anyone told you? This was my parents' house," said Sirius, looking at Mel briefly. "But I'm the last Black left, so it's mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for headquarters — about the only useful thing I've been able to do."

It was scarcely less gloomy than the hall above, a cavernous room with rough stone walls. Most of the light was coming from a large fire at the far end of the room. A haze of pipe smoke hung in the air like battle fumes, through which loomed the menacing shapes of heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling. Many chairs had been crammed into the room for the meeting and a long wooden table stood in the middle of the room, littered with rolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a heap of what appeared to be rags. Mr Weasley and his eldest son, Bill, were talking quietly with their heads together at the end of the table.

Mrs Weasley cleared her throat. Her husband, a thin, balding, redhaired man, who wore horn-rimmed glasses, looked around and jumped to his feet.

"Harry! Good to see you!"

"Journey all right, Harry?" Bill called, picking up some parchments before Mel could see what was written in them. "Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?"

"He tried," said Tonks dropping a candle onto the last parchment. "Oh no — sorry —"

"Here, dear," said Mrs Weasley, fixing it quickly. "This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of meetings..."

"Evanesco!" Bill exclaimed, and the papers vanished.

"Sit down, Harry. You've met Mundungus, haven't you?"

"Some'n say m' name? I 'gree with Sirius..." Mundungus mumbled in his sleep.

Mel and Ginny laughed, waking him up.

"The meeting's over, Dung... Harry's arrived."

"Eh? Blimey, so 'e 'as. Yeah... you all right, 'arry?"

"Yeah."

Mundungus fumbled nervously in his pockets, still staring at Harry, and pulled out a grimy black pipe. He stuck it in his mouth, ignited the end of it with his wand, and took a deep pull on it. Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke obscured him in seconds.

"Owe you a 'pology," grunted a voice from the middle of the smelly cloud.

"For the last time, Mundungus," called Mrs Weasley, "will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially not when we're about to eat!"

"Ah," said Mundungus. "Right. Sorry, Molly."

"Harry!"

Emily rushed over to the boy, smothering him with kisses and trying to brush his hair. Harry blushed furiously and tried to escape from her grip, but she kept him in place.

"You look so skinny! Don't worry, you'll be looking charming as a prince in no time," Emily tugged at his shirt. "We need to fix these– " When Harry stood up again, she gasped. "Merlin, you've grown!"

Harry was looking eye to eye at her for the first time in fifteen years. Least to say Emily didn't take it well.

"My little boy!" She teared up. "Not so little now... even taller than Mel! Oh, you look so much like James!"

"Mothers..." Mel rolled her eyes, but the woman ignored her.

"Never seen her like that before," Sirius whispered to her. "She used to be so tough... now look at her, crying over a kid's height!"

Mel grinned, catching the way Sirius was beaming at her mother.

"Mum, let him breathe," Mel stepped in, pulling her away gently. "I think you need a moment, sit down..."

"If you want dinner before midnight I'll need a hand," Mrs Weasley told them. "No, you can stay where you are, Harry dear, you've had a long journey —"

"What can I do, Molly?" said Tonks.

"Er — no, it's all right, Tonks, you have a rest too, you've done enough today —"

"No, no, I want to help!"

"I'll help, my mum's having a crisis," Mel teased.

As she started to set the plates on the table, she heard the adults continue their talk.

"Had a good summer so far?"

"No, it's been lousy," Harry retorted.

"Don't know what you're complaining about, myself."

"What?"

"Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you've had it bad, at least you've been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights... I've been stuck inside for a month."

"Didn't know my company was such a torment," Mel replied without looking up.

"How come?" Harry asked.

"Because the Ministry of Magic's still after me, and Voldemort will know all about me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will have told him, so my big disguise is useless. There's not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix... or so Dumbledore feels– I didn't mean I'm not having fun with you, little Em," He added out loud. "I just... yeah, I know I could be doing more..."

"At least you've known what's been going on."

"Oh yeah! Listening to Snape's reports, having to take all his snide hints that he's out there risking his life while I'm sat on my backside here having a nice comfortable time... asking me how the cleaning's going —"

"Snape's a twat," Mel said as she settled a plate in front of Sirius, "you shouldn't take it personally, it's like hearing a seven-year-old showing off."

"What cleaning?" Harry asked them.

"Trying to make this place fit for human habitation– No one's lived here for ten years, not since my dear mother died, unless you count her old house-elf, and he's gone round the twist, hasn't cleaned anything in ages —"

"Sirius? This solid silver, mate?" Mundungus said, examining a small goblet.

"Ye... Finest fifteenth-century goblin-wrought silver, embossed with the Black family crest."

"That'd come off, though," muttered Mundungus.

"Keep your filthy paws away from it, Dung," Emily kicked him under the table.

"Fred — George — NO, JUST CARRY THEM!"

Harry, Sirius, and Mundungus looked around and, a split second later, dived away from the table. Fred and George had bewitched a large cauldron of stew, an iron flagon of butterbeer, and a heavy wooden breadboard, complete with knife, to hurtle through the air toward them. The stew skidded the length of the table and came to a halt just before the end, leaving a long black burn on the wooden surface, the flagon of butterbeer fell with a crash, spilling its contents everywhere, and the bread knife slipped off the board and landed, point down and quivering ominously, exactly where Sirius's right hand had been seconds before.

Mel managed to retreat barely on time and hissed when the knife touched her skin briefly.

"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! THERE WAS NO NEED — I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS — JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!"

"We were just trying to save a bit of time!" said Fred, running into the room and grabbing the knife. "Sorry Sirius, mate — didn't mean to —" He stared at Mel, who was holding the patch of skin where the knife cut.

Emily and Sirius were laughing, not noticing she'd gotten hurt. Mundungus was on the floor. Harry, however, was touching his hand in the exact same place her cut was.

"I'm sorry, Lady!" Fred left the knife on the table and examined her hand. "Blimey– let me see..."

"What happened?" Emily stood up.

"I'm okay," She quickly pushed the boy and her mother out of the way to wash her injury. "Just a scratch..."

"Boys, your mother's right, you're supposed to show a sense of responsibility now that you're—"

"— none of your brothers caused this sort of trouble! Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't Charm everything he met! Percy —"

"Let's eat!" said Bill abruptly.

"It looks wonderful, Molly," said Lupin.

"Let me see, Mel!" Fred insisted.

The girl noticed Harry was staring and turned away hastily.

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Tough girl like her mother!" Exclaimed Sirius happily.

"I've been meaning to tell you, there's something trapped in that writing desk in the drawing-room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course, it could just be a boggart, but I thought we ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it before we let it out."

"Whatever you like," said Sirius.

"The curtains in there are full of doxies too, I thought we might try and tackle them tomorrow."

"I look forward to it," said Sirius sarcastically. Emily slapped his arm mumbling 'Behave!'

Mel was chatting with Mundungus, the twins, and Ron. Dung wasn't exactly of her liking, but the boys made him tolerable enough.

"...and then, if you'll believe it, 'e says to me, 'e says, ' 'ere, Dung, where didja get all them toads from? 'Cos some son of a Bludger's gone and nicked all mine!' And I says, 'Nicked all your toads, Will, what next? So you'll be wanting some more, then?' And if you'll believe me, lads, the gormless gargoyle buys all 'is own toads back orf me for twice what 'e paid in the first place —"

"I don't think we need to hear any more of your business dealings, thank you very much, Mundungus," said Mrs Weasley over Ron's cackles.

"Beg pardon, Molly, but, you know, Will nicked 'em orf Warty Harris in the first place so I wasn't really doing nothing wrong —"

"I don't know where you learned about right and wrong, Mundungus, but you seem to have missed a few crucial lessons."

Fred and George buried their faces behind their goblets, Mel sent an innocent smile to her mother. She didn't know why, but she was feeling keener to do mischief than years prior. Maybe that was the result of spending so much time around the twins.

"How come you're not all over Harry?" George asked her quietly. "You're sitting with us after so long without hearing from him..."

"Don't nag about that," She rolled her eyes. "Fred already asked me. Stop it or you'll wake up to a dead rat on your pillow."

"I'll stop asking if you promise that I'll wake up to you on my pillow," Fred winked at her, which caused her to blush.

"Don't even think about it," She replied, making a face.

"Nearly time for bed, I think," said Mrs Weasley.

"Not just yet, Molly," Sirius took a deep breath. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."

Mel snorted, she felt the sudden change in the room, but she didn't care about being the only one who found it funny.

"You think he didn't? He went mad upstairs!" She exclaimed.

"I did!" said Harry, then threw a grumpy look her way. "Not the part about going mad, but I asked Ron and Hermione, they said we're not allowed in the Order, so —"

"And they're quite right. You're too young." Said Mrs Weasley.

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions? Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen —"

"Sirius..." Emily started.

"Hang on!" interrupted George.

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" said Fred.

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" said George.

"'You're too young, you're not in the Order,'" Fred imitated his mother's voice. "Harry's not even of age!"

Mel looked around the table with disinterest, of course Harry was going to have all the answers he wanted. What was worse, she'd started to realize how much she'd felt his absence. And she hated that, she hadn't understood exactly how badly she was missing her best friend until he was standing in front of her.

"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing. That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand —"

"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry! You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"

"Which bit?"

"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know!"

"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly, but as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back he has more right than most to —"

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix! He's only fifteen and —"

"— and he's dealt with as much as most in the Order, and more than some —"

"No one's denying what he's done! But he's still —"

"He's not a child!"

"He's not an adult either! He's not James, Sirius!"

Mel saw the way her mother's face paled at the remark, that had to be a sensitive subject.

"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly."

"I'm not sure you are! Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"

"What's wrong with that?" Harry pouted.

For the first time in weeks, Mel felt something else besides resentment towards the boy. Harry needed Sirius, he wanted to be as important as his father. She couldn't blame Sirius for seeing James in Harry, not when sometimes she would catch herself thinking of her own father when looking at Sirius.

"What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him! You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"

"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?"

"Meaning you've been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and —"

"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!"

"Arthur! Arthur, back me up!"

"Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in to a certain extent now that he is staying at headquarters —"

"Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes! Emily!"

The woman gave a start, but she spoke with confidence.

"Harry is as smart as they make 'em. He's brave and he knows this is not a game. I've seen this kid grow and I like to think I've brought him up a little, I can give you my word that knowing won't put him in danger..."

"Personally," said Lupin, leaning further on his place. "I think it better that Harry gets the facts — not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture — from us, rather than a garbled version from... others. Emily's got a point, she's been with him for the longest time, if there's someone on this table that gets to decide apart from Harry, that's her."

"Well," said Mrs Weasley, positively fuming. "I can see I'm going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has got Harry's best interests at heart —"

"He's not your son," Sirius mumbled under his breath.

"He's as good as!" Mrs Weasley yelled. "Who else has he got?"

"He's got me! He's got Emily!"

"Yes," said Mrs Weasley. "The thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it? And not too sound rude, Emily dear, but you had no control over Harry's life when he was a baby and you still have none. You have your hands full with Mel."

Sirius tried to stand up but Emily pulled him back down.

"Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry," said Lupin, sounding a bit annoyed. "Sirius, calm down. I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this, he's old enough to decide for himself."

"I think we've talked enough about him as if he weren't present," Emily nodded.

"I want to know what's been going on," Harry said immediately.

"Very well," said Mrs Weasley. "You six — I want you out of this kitchen, now."

"We're of age!" Fred and George.

"If Harry's allowed, why can't I?" Ron exclaimed.

"Mum, I want to!" Ginny demanded.

Mel and Emily shared a look, the woman knew there was no point attempting to send her daughter away. Mel knew she didn't have to ask.

"NO! I absolutely forbid —"

"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George... They are of age —"

"They're still at school —"

"But they're legally adults now," Arthur said tiredly.

"Mel can stay," Emily replied, then she added coldly. "I don't need to have control over anything my daughter does to know that she'll treat the information with discretion."

"I — oh, all right then, Fred and George can stay, but Ron —"

"Mel and Harry'll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!" Ron hesitated, looking at Harry with doubt. "Won't — won't you?"

" 'Course I will," Harry said casually. Mel nodded.

"Fine!" Mrs Weasley put the plates away angrily. "Fine! Ginny — BED!"

After a few minutes of putting everything away, Lupin asked him:

"Okay, Harry... what do you want to know?"

"Where's Voldemort? What's he doing? I've been trying to watch the Muggle news and there hasn't been anything that looks like him yet, no funny deaths or anything —"

"That's because there haven't been any suspicious deaths yet," said Sirius, "not as far as we know, anyway... And we know quite a lot."

"More than he thinks we do anyway," said Lupin.

"How come he's stopped killing people?"

"Because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself at the moment. It would be dangerous for him. His comeback didn't come off quite the way he wanted it to, you see. He messed it up."

"Or rather, you messed it up for him," Lupin smiled a bit.

"How?"

"You weren't supposed to survive! Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was supposed to know he'd come back. But you survived to bear witness."

"And the very last person he wanted alerted to his return the moment he got back was Dumbledore, and you made sure Dumbledore knew at once," Lupin looked at her. "With your help."

Fred and George looked at her without understanding. She hadn't mentioned to any of her friends the lifeline connection, how could she, without giving away the reason for her fight with Harry?

"How has that helped?" Harry asked.

"Are you kidding?" said Bill, answering Harry's question. "Dumbledore was the only one You-Know-Who was ever scared of!"

"Thanks to you, Dumbledore was able to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned," said Sirius.

"He doesn't know how, but he definitely knows you helped, Mel," Emily's face was grim. "Apparently, there are tons of rumours about you already, some are as far fetched as to say that you're the next Merlin, others just say you were at the right place at the right time– Either way, he knows there's more than one Dumbledore after him, and he thinks you're the easiest target to defeat."

Mel felt the urge to run and hide under her bed, but she remained still, her eyes fixed on her mum. She thought, kind of bitterly, that Harry's attempts to keep her safe were of no use, and taking away the only thing that was making them happy was a huge mistake. But she wasn't going to admit that out loud, she would pretend everything was fine on her side for as long as she could.

"So what's the Order been doing?" said Harry, after a moment of awful silence.

"Working as hard as we can to make sure Voldemort can't carry out his plans," said Sirius.

"How d'you know what his plans are?"

"Dumbledore's got a shrewd idea," said Lupin, "and Dumbledores shrewd ideas normally turn out to be accurate... as we've witnessed more than once."

"So what does Dumbledore reckon he's planning?"

"Well, firstly, he wants to build up his army again, in the old days he had huge numbers at his command; witches and wizards he'd bullied or bewitched into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a great variety of Dark creatures. You heard him planning to recruit the giants; well, they'll be just one group he's after. He's certainly not going to try and take on the Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death Eaters."

"So you're trying to stop him getting more followers?"

"We're doing our best," said Lupin.

"How?"

"Well, the main thing is to try and convince as many people as possible that You-Know-Who really has returned, to put them on their guard," said Bill. "It's proving tricky, though."

"Some others have also reached to a different area," Emily smiled at her. "Erick and Eliot have been writing to me, they're doing what they can with the pureblood families they know aren't as keen to see Voldemort's comeback. So far they haven't got lots of people, and of course, Erick tries to talk to the young groups, but they aren't that willing to believe him."

"Why?"

"Because of the Ministry's attitude," said Tonks. "You saw Cornelius Fudge after You-Know-Who came back, Harry. Well, he hasn't shifted his position at all. He's absolutely refusing to believe it's happened."

"But why? Why's he being so stupid? If Dumbledore —"

"Ah, well, you've put your finger on the problem," said Mr Weasley giving her a pointed look. "The Dumbledores."

"Fudge is frightened, you see," said Tonks.

"Frightened of Dumbledore?" said Harry incredulously. "And Mel?"

"Frightened of what they're up to," said Mr Weasley. "You see, Fudge thinks Dumbledore's plotting to overthrow him. He thinks Dumbledore wants to be Minister of Magic."

"But Dumbledore doesn't want —"

"Of course he doesn't– He's never wanted the Minister's job, even though a lot of people wanted him to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. Fudge came to power instead, but he's never quite forgotten how much popular support Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore never applied for the job."

"Deep down, Fudge knows Dumbledore's much cleverer than he is, a much more powerful wizard, and in the early days of his Ministry he was forever asking Dumbledore for help and advice," Lupin added. "But it seems that he's become fond of power now, and much more confident. He loves being Minister of Magic, and he's managed to convince himself that he's the clever one and Dumbledore's simply stirring up trouble for the sake of it."

"How can he think that? How can he think Dumbledore would just make it all up — that I'd make it all up?"

"Because accepting that Voldemort's back would mean trouble like the Ministry hasn't had to cope with for nearly fourteen years," said Sirius. "Fudge just can't bring himself to face it. It's so much more comfortable to convince himself Dumbledore's lying to destabilize him. He also somehow found out that Mel was having extra lessons with Dumbledore, though I guess that wasn't a secret. He thinks he's preparing her to be his secret weapon so they can take over."

"You see the problem," said Lupin. "While the Ministry insists there is nothing to fear from Voldemort, it's hard to convince people he's back, especially as they really don't want to believe it in the first place. What's more, the Ministry's leaning heavily on the Daily Prophet not to report any of what they're calling Dumbledore's rumormongering, so most of the Wizarding community are completely unaware anything's happened, and that makes them easy targets for the Death Eaters if they're using the Imperius Curse."

"But you're telling people, aren't you? You're letting people know he's back?"

"Well, as everyone thinks I'm a mad mass murderer and the Ministry's put a ten-thousand-Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?" said Sirius bitterly.

"And I'm not a very popular dinner guest with most of the community," said Lupin. "It's an occupational hazard of being a werewolf."

Emily reached for Lupin's hand and gave a gentle squeeze to it.

"I'm all right, I guess..." She sighed. "But my husband was a Dumbledore, they think I'm just trying to keep his name clean."

"Tonks and Arthur would lose their jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting their mouths off, and it's very important for us to have spies inside the Ministry, because you can bet Voldemort will have them."

"We've managed to convince a couple of people, though. Tonks here, for one — she's too young to have been in the Order of the Phoenix last time, and having Aurors on our side is a huge advantage — Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real asset too. He's in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry information that Sirius is in Tibet."

"But if none of you's putting the news out that Voldemort's back —"

"Who said none of us was putting the news out? Why d'you think Dumbledore's in such trouble?"

"What d'you mean?"

"They're trying to discredit him," said Lupin. "Didn't you see the Daily Prophet last week? They reported that he'd been voted out of the Chairmanship of the International Confederation of Wizards because he's getting old and losing his grip, but it's not true, he was voted out by Ministry wizards after he made a speech announcing Voldemort's return. They've demoted him from Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot — that's the Wizard High Court — and they're talking about taking away his Order of Merlin, First Class, too."

"But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards," said Bill fondly.

"It's no laughing matter. If he carries on defying the Ministry like this, he could end up in Azkaban and the last thing we want is Dumbledore locked up. While You-Know-Who knows Dumbledore's out there and wise to what he's up to, he's going to go cautiously for a while. If Dumbledore's out of the way — well, You-Know-Who will have a clear field."

"But if Voldemort's trying to recruit more Death Eaters, it's bound to get out that he's come back, isn't it?"

"Voldemort doesn't march up to people's houses and bang on their front doors, Harry. He tricks, jinxes, and blackmails them. He's well-practised at operating in secrecy. In any case, gathering followers is only one thing he's interested in, he's got other plans too, plans he can put into operation very quietly indeed, and he's concentrating on them at the moment."

Voldemort was after her, and Fudge was after her as well? She certainly wasn't afraid of the latter, but it worried her, she didn't like being watched at all times; if her uncle ended locked up in Azkaban, she and Harry would be the next.

Harry was known to be stubborn and unable to shut his mouth whenever he was strongly against something. She couldn't have that, she needed him to follow orders as much as her because if he were to break the rules, people would immediately assume she was doing the same, if she wanted to remain safe for the rest of the year, Mel needed to change that.

"What's he after apart from followers?"

"Stuff he can only get by stealth... Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time."

"When he was powerful before?"

"Yes."

"Like what kind of weapon? Something worse than the Avada Kedavra — ?"

"That's enough. I want you in bed, now. All of you," Mrs Weasley demanded.

"You can't boss us —"

"Watch me! You've given Harry plenty of information, Sirius. Any more and you might just as well induct him into the Order straightaway."

"Why not? I'll join, I want to join, I want to fight —"

"No," said Lupin and Mel.

Harry stared at her, but Lupin spoke, catching his attention.

"The Order is comprised only of overage wizards– Wizards who have left school. There are dangers involved of which you can have no idea, any of you... I think Molly's right, Sirius– Mily... We've said enough."

"Time's up, kids," Emily stood up. "That's all you'll hear from us."

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ayamari-no-goshi · 3 years

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Eidolon 9 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary: AU: What started off as the result of a simple act of rebellion ends up causing his life to spin out of control. How will young Danny cope with the results as well as a past that has a strange habit of coming back to haunt him.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, kidnapping, and various other things

Parings: hints of Danny/Sam much later on

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr

9. Shattered Impressions

"I have you now, Ghost Child."

Panic began to set in as Danny tried to rationalize the scene in front of him. A strange gun -which looked incredibly dangerous - was no more than a couple of inches away from his head. It seemed to be connected to the arm of what was best described as a very large metallic man, a robot maybe, which had a flaming green mohawk. If the situation did not look so bad, he probably would have made some sort of comment about its choice of 'hair'.

"You're puny," it told him after it used the muzzle of the gun to lift his chin, forcing him to look at its face. Danny was more than a little surprised to find its voice sounded relatively normal. There was no metallic interference. "It's hard to imagine you have the sort of power my employer thinks you do."

As he continued to nervously look the being in the eyes, he prayed for a distraction, anything that would take its attention away just long enough for him to escape from the gun's cool metal. With each passing moment, he was becoming more and more aware of how close it was to his neck. If the robot decided it was going to fire, there would be no escape.

"Interesting…" The unfamiliar voice of his captor caught his attention. Instead of focusing on him, it was now absorbed with something on its arm. A computer? No, that wouldn't make any sense. Why would a robot need a computer? Shouldn't it be able to do all its thinking, or whatever, in its head?

As if it knew he was staring, the robot turned away from its arm and gave him an evil grin. "My scanners indicate you certainly have the potential. Although my employer wants you alive, there's nothing in my contract that says I can't test your worth first." It stepped back as the gun on its arm began to whine as it raised the weapon to the level of his head. "Let the games begin!"

Until that moment in time, Danny never believed the stories of how time seemed to slow in life threatening situations. Knowing what was going to happen yet unable to turn away, he watched as a light from inside the barrel appeared. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, alerting him to the danger and yet blocking out any other noise.

The force of an impact and a face full of dirt brought him back to the fast-paced world as a blast sounded from somewhere of to the side. Confused and not entirely sure if he was still alive, he glanced around and immediately caught the glare of an incredibly angry goth girl. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded as she pulled him off the ground. "If you didn't notice, that thing was aiming at your head!"

Still puzzled as to how he had fallen in the first place combined with resurfacing memories of the danger, he couldn't give her an answer as she began to lead him, as fast as possible, away from the danger. Although he was vaguely aware of Tucker was running beside them and the robot-thing was somehow chasing them from the air, nothing else was registering; even the explosions occurring at a faster and faster rate behind them, causing them to stumble and trip as they ran.

…

He wasn't sure how long they had been running, nor did he know exactly where they were. Looking around, he found himself in a small, dirty, and poorly lit alleyway which suggested to him that they were now in a rougher part of town. He had heard stories about places like this, Winston loved to scare him with those stories when he was younger, and hoped that this particular one would receive no other visitors. Though it was true he would rather deal with an actual person than the flying monstrosity they had hopefully lost, neither were welcome thoughts.

He glanced at his friends who were using the moment to catch their breaths. Tucker was sprawled out on the ground, seemingly too tired to do much else. Sam on the other hand, was still standing. It was clear she was just as tired as Tucker, but her alert posture told him she was not about to let her guard down. Danny couldn't blame her. Whatever had been chasing them had the ability to kill.

Why had it come after them –him- in the first place? Didn't the robot-thingy call him a ghost? Why? Weren't ghosts the spirits of those who had passed from life and had come back for one reason or another? He wasn't dead. The dried blood on his face from his cut was his proof. Someone who was dead couldn't bleed, right? Yet, the thing, the actual ghost, which had cornered him in the cemetery, said something similar. Hadn't it said he did not belong in 'this world' and he felt the call of the 'other side'?

He shook his head as he tried to push his thoughts away. With the situation at hand, there were more important concerns that required his attention.

"Hey, are you alright?" Tucker asked, causing Danny to jump.

"Huh? Yeah…" Danny rubbed his neck in embarrassment as he glanced at his friends. "Sorry, I was just thinking… Are you guys okay?" There was no immediate answer, which worried him. There was something off in the expressions of his two friends. It almost seemed like they weren't sure who he was. "Guys… you're starting to freak me out. What's wrong? Did I do something?"

"Danny… we're your friends, right?" There was a hesitance in Tucker's voice as he spoke. If Danny didn't know any better, it almost seemed as if the other boy was carefully choosing his words.

He had a feeling he was not going to like where the conversation was heading when he cautiously replied. "Yeah… But what's that got to do with anything?"

"Are you stupid or something?" Sam yelled, causing him to flinch. Now that her anger was completely directed at him, he understood why Tucker was afraid of her. "Danny, if we really are your friends then we have a right to know what's going on, especially if we might end up in danger. Now spill it! What was that thing? What does it want with you? What are you?"

His cautious confusion began to change into anger as he returned her glare. "Is that's what's wrong? Here I thought someone might have been hurt. Look, like I told you the last time, I have no idea what's going on! I've never even seen that thing before tonight, so how was I to know it had a vendetta against me?"

His expression softened after he finished. His outburst was enough to stem his anger, allowing him to relax just enough to plop down on the ground. He allowed himself to rest his arms on his knees before he spoke again. "I don't know how else to explain this to you… All of this craziness started a few weeks ago. Now that I think about it... Everything seemed to start right around the time I met you two…:"

"So you're saying this is our fault?"

Catching the warning tone in her voice, Danny held up his hands, hoping the gesture would prevent her from attacking him. "What? No! I'm not saying that at all! It's just it seemed to be the starting point of everything. Until then, I was perfectly normal."

"Normal? We were just chased and attacked by a flying metal robot! How is that normal?" As she spoke, Sam kept moving closer to where Danny was seated, and although he tried to scoot away from her, she reached down and grabbed him by the shirt. Knowing it was not a good idea to try and fight her, he allowed her to pull him up without a struggle. Her violet eyes bore into his icy blue ones as she continued to speak, almost daring him to do say something that would put her even further over the edge. "I don't know what's going on in your little world, Danny, but it's certainly anything but normal. Here we don't periodically fall through solid objects. Here we don't get chased by flying robots! Here people get exhausted when they are forced to run for their lives for fifteen minutes. Here we don't have people whose blood is two entirely different colors. Here…"

Danny pulled away as he cut her off. "Whoa, back up a minute. Different color blood? Where did that come from?"

"You're serious?" An incredulous expression crossed Sam's face.

"Yes, I'm serious."

"Sam, I'll take care of it," Tucker's voice was soft as he placed a hand cautiously on her shoulder. Although it was clear she was not done with her rant, Sam relented. Giving himself a moment to compose himself, Tucker sighed and adjusted his beret before he looked back over at Danny.

"Sam and I noticed it after we ran out of the park after the initial attack," Tucker told him as he warily locked eyes with him. "You had a cut above your eye, and at first I thought grass had gotten stuck to your face due to the blood and because you fell, but I realized that just didn't seem right. The green stuff was an unnatural color and seemed to be dripping down along with the regular blood. I'm surprised you didn't notice it."

Feeling uneasy, Danny reached up to touch the, thankfully, closed wound. He had thought those types of head injuries were supposed to bleed a lot… Maybe he hadn't been injured as badly as he initially thought. But, he still needed to test what his friends had said. Taking care to not completely reopen the cut, he carefully rubbed the fresh scab until he felt a trickle start to run down his face.

When he pulled his hand away, he was mortified by what it revealed. Blood is supposed to be a red so vivid that few natural colors can match it. There should not be any other color seen until it starts to dry, especially not a toxic, glowing green.

What was this stuff? It seemed to have the same consistency as his natural blood, but what would make it that color? Nothing came to mind as he watched the multi-colored liquid begin to mix into an ugly brown as it began to dry. Concerned, he used the back of his hand to wipe the injury above his eye, and once again, he pulled it back to find the same odd mix of colors.

He tried to say something as he frantically tried to get the foreign substance off his hand, but nothing intelligent came. The green stuff hadn't been there the previous week; he had fallen and scraped his knee pretty badly. He would have noticed a weird green tinge… so what changed? What was happening to him?

"So… I take this as an 'I didn't know'," Tucker stated as he watched Danny fall back to the ground as he continued to stare at his hand.

"I-I don't understand…" Danny's voice was nothing but a horrified whisper. "What am I turning into…?"

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"Sam, I don't think you can argue with that…" Tucker told her as the two of them watched their friend begin to shake as he wrapped his arms around himself, perhaps to give himself some sort of comfort. "You can't fake that kind of fear…"

"Oh, and you're suddenly the expert on that?" Sam snapped at him as she continued to watch the boy on the ground. Nothing about this made any sense, and it hadn't even since she had seen him get his leg stuck in the floor of his house. Whatever was happening to the boy was not possible, and the possibilities of the impossible were scaring her. Usually she was fine with the dark and morbid fantasies that frequented her mind, but they were far less appealing when they applied to the possible monster she had thought was her friend.

Momentary confusion caused her to glance over at Tucker as an unusual thought came to the forefront of her mind. "You know, you seem surprisingly okay with this," she told him carefully while watching his expression. "I would have thought you would have run screaming and not looked back a while ago…"

"Really? And here I would think that you'd be handling this sort of weirdness better than me. I mean, it is sort of your thing," he replied with a smirk. Although Sam was somewhat put off by it, she had to agree with him. Tucker's expression once again became serious as he looked back at Danny who had not moved. "I don't know what's going on… and you have no idea how badly that metal thing scared me earlier, but I don't think how I feel can even compare to how Danny does. And, even though I might regret this, I'm going to stick with him."

"But…"

"Sam, he's your friend too," Tucker interrupted as an uncharacteristic note of anger colored his voice. "I think your problem is you don't want to admit you're also scared."

She was going to argue back when she realized he was absolutely right. She was afraid, and if there was one think she couldn't stand above all else was her being afraid. Danny had never hurt her, and his expression had clearly told her every time he had denied having any information about the strange happening he was not lying. She had just wanted to pin the blame on him since there was no other outlet.

Not wanting to admit she was at fault, she slowly moved towards Danny and cautiously placed her hand on his shoulder. He jumped as he looked up at her. His eyes, that strange and unique crystal blue, briefly showed her the chaos and terror lurking beneath the surface before he seemed to regain himself. "Come on," she told him softly as she offered to help him up. "We need to head back to my house… My parents might have noticed we're gone." Danny did little more than nod as he accepted her hand.

"Do you really think it's safe? What if that thing is still around and follows us back?" Tucker asked her as he pulled out his PDA. She was actually surprised it had taken him so long to do so; usually he couldn't last a minute without it.

She gave him a troubled look. "Do you have any better ideas? We can't stay out here."

"Point taken… Well… according to my PDA, we've got a while to go before we can get back. All that running we did really got us off track…"

"Alright, we better hurry then. The faster we get back, the better."

"As long as we don't run, that's all fine and dandy." Sam sent a glare at Tucker, which he countered with mock version of his own. "What? We ran all the way here from the park, and unless we end up in mortal danger on the way back, there's no way I'm running again."

"Big baby."

"Well, I'm sorry we can't all be as athletic as you."

"You could be if you ate something else other than meat all the time."

"Hey! I take offense to that!"

Sam smiled as the confirmation she won this round appeared in Tucker's expression. She was about to say something else when Danny's soft voice interrupted. "Guys, is this really the best time for this…?" Surprised, she glanced over to see if he was okay. Although it was very clear he hadn't completely recovered from his scare, traces of humor could be seen in his eyes. That was a good sign. Well, at least she hoped it was.

xxxxxx

Although he was still more than a little freaked out, Danny was starting to feel a little better. Too much had happened in one day for him to worry about it, so he decided it would be better to push his concerns aside until the next morning. Maybe everything would make more sense, or maybe he and his friends would awaken to realize they had the craziest dream. He could certainly live with that.

He looked up as the three of them walked. The night was oddly clear making it perfect for stargazing. If it was any other night, he would gladly welcome it, but now the clear skies made him feel unusually vulnerable. Although they were making good time, they were still too far away from Sam's home than he liked. What he wouldn't give to be safe behind some sort of walls.

A sudden chill started to creep through his body, causing him to shiver, and his breath became momentarily visible before it disappeared in faint wisps. "Guys…" he said cautiously, breaking the temporary silence between them, as the chill swept through him again.

"Not this again! Didn't this happen right before…." Tucker's words were cut short as Sam placed her hand over his mouth. He quickly swatted it away and glared at her. "What was that for?"

In response, she returned his glare with one of her own, which caused him to shrink back. "Don't say it! You don't want to jinx us! Come on, let's pick up the pace! Maybe we can get back before…"

"Try all you want. You won't be able to make it back… alive."

Danny froze as he tried to pinpoint the origin of the voice. This was just too coincidental. Was that cold feeling some sort of warning?

"So…" Tucker whispered as he looked up as he finally spotted the robot, who was currently watching them from several feet above. "If we make a break for it, how far away will we get before it catches us?"

"Do you really think that you can continue to run from me, Skulker, the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter? Please, the three of you aren't even a challenge," it told them as it descended. "Although I could easily spend all night chasing after you, I'm on a schedule." It glanced over at Sam and Tucker and grinned as it produced a long glowing blade from its arm, "And you two are of no use to me."

He watched as the robot moved towards his friends in a manner that reminded him of a hunter stalking its prey. If they decided to run, he knew they were not going to be able to get away this time. This was all his fault! That thing, Skulker, was after him!

Danny had begun moving even before he realized it. "You leave them alone!" he thundered as he crashed into the robot. Stumbling backwards after the initial impact, he tried to refocus as the pain swam through his body. Okay, so running into a solid hunk of metal was not his smartest move, but at least it got the thing to focus back on him. "Sam, Tucker, run! Get away from here while you can!"

"How touching." Skulker's tone and expression hinted it was starting to become annoyed with the situation. Danny barely had time to register its movement before it attacked him. The punch to the gut immediately filled his mouth with the taste of blood which was intensified with the backhand which sent him reeling to the ground.

"To bad you're in no shape to help them." Even though his head was swimming, Danny managed to pick his head up just enough to see his tormentor standing over him. Its twisted smile was the only thing he could identify as his vision started to dim. "Maybe if you were stronger this would be a different story, but you'll never get that chance." With a laugh, it turned and started back towards his friends.

Why? Why did it have to end like this? There was nothing he could do anymore. He could hear his friends frantically calling his name. Why did they stay? Why didn't they run like he told them too?

He could feel the cold tears running down his face as he fought to stay conscious while his friends screamed for help. Dammit! Why was he so useless? He couldn't let them die!

A new sense of resolve flooded through him as he tried to push himself upright. His vision was still hazy, but he could just make out the shapes of his friends and the monster pursuing them. One of them was on the ground while the other was frantically trying to help. Skulker was not going to let them escape. Its hulking shape was standing over them with its blade raised.

"St-stop!" Danny stammered in a desperate plea. He had to get over there! He had to help them! "STOP IT!" As he yelled, an icy pain, completely different from his previous aches, and a thousand times worse coursed through his body. Yet, unlike the previous pain, this one seemed to make him more alert, and he managed to pull himself off the ground.

He could tell that his friends and Skulker were surprised by his sudden movements, but any further movements he saw were lost as another wave of pain over took him. It was almost as if it was consuming him – wrapping him in icy tendrils electrifying his body. With each icy wave, he could feel the life being leeched out of him replacing it with some sort of unknown power.

From somewhere deep in his mind, he understood that he could use this power, whatever it was, to help his friends. He would worry about the price he was paying for it later; now, he was going to give it everything to save them.

He yelled something at the metal being… what, he wasn't sure. Although he wasn't exactly sure how it reacted, he knew he had gotten its attention. In that stunned moment, he let the power direct his movements as if it was his marionette and charged the creature. Instructions seemed to be flowing into him as he dodged and deflected the blows coming from the metal monstrosity.

He had to get in close; that was the only way to end the fight. Skulker's movements were becoming harder to dodge as the seconds ticked by. He couldn't tell if this was because Skulker was starting to clue into his movements or if it was because the power had been circulating through him was starting to fade from his body.

It was then that he saw it, an opening. Skulker had swung at him just a little too hard, causing its recovery to be a just a little longer. In that brief moment, he placed both of his hands on the creature's metal chest and concentrated. The power that had been swirling beneath the surface of his skin, giving him strength, flowed into his hands and concentrated itself. When the intensity of it threatened to harm him, he pushed it out of him with as much force as he could muster. The result was an intense flash of green light that knocked both him and his opponent back.

Regaining himself, he just managed to catch the sight of Skulker grasping at the hole in its chest as he turned and ran towards his terrified friends. Knowing that he hadn't done enough to put Skulker down for the count, he grabbed them and tried to lead them away. A strange feeling, different from the others that had plagued his body in the last couple hours, flooded his body. The next thing he knew, the three of them were standing in the road in front of Sam's house.

He had no idea how he had managed to get them back so quickly. As he let his friends go, his world began to spin. Pain was gnawing at his body, pulling him into darkness. The last thing he thought before his face met the pavement was to wonder if this was what dying felt like.

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Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Prompt No. 11 - Light

Chapter 1

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Chapter 5 - Light

Danny takes one more look at Steve with a teasing grin on his lips. "Show me. Which way?" His eyebrows climb up the forehead. He cocks the head to the side, just for kicks to flirt with the most handsome guy in the western hemisphere.

Steve has just agreed to show him his garden. And a split second ago there has been a wide smile on his beautiful face. What has happened between the last second and this second?

They don't know each other and at the same time, Danny's blood rushes at a different speed through his veins. He heaves a sigh because something inside him has finally arrived, is finally able to stop running, to stop looking. And Danny has no freaking idea what that even means, and why he's having such crazy thoughts. It's not the first time, he's stuck in a challenging situation with a stranger just to experience and undergo emotions that run so deep he gets the feeling to run out of air.

But Steve – God, this fearless man, broke down and mended himself back together almost in no time. And falling in love, at first sight, is kind of traumatic, too. It bereaves Danny of all his believes he's had about love. The love, the one no one ever gets to meet and especially not him. And still, Danny gets to breathe in fresh air after what seems like the longest of time. It shocks him to the core.

Steve has made him stay, has made him see how he has risen from hell. Danny senses the sweltering heat in his chest as an after sensation of Steve's struggle. What emotional resilience, what emotional raw strength, and stamina that must have taken out of Steve. But with the impact of a drilling arrow through his chest, Danny realizes the delicacy of his demand – the demand to see 'more' of Steve. Steve hasn't refused Danny's ask. He just agreed on the spot, more like a reflex he starts to regret, maybe? Danny can't breathe.

Admiration, devotion, and respect so profound it hurts render him speechless. Danny's lost for words. He can't grasp fast enough how the mood changes, like the wind in the air. The sails of his soul feel a different blow. Danny stops walking to the door across the living room.

Steve's lips still show the shadow of a confident smile but his eyes grow darker with the pupils enlarging. Danny knows he asks a lot of the guy. They're bonding and the sheer thought of this incurable romantic, stupid motion makes him slow down his steps.

Danny has no idea which way to go. He doesn't have a clue where Steve's 'home-grown jungle' could be. There's ridiculous thick jungle all around the funny, out-of-shape house and along the gravel road leading up to Steve's place. And Danny has also no clue if Steve's even up to let a stranger into his green world if Steve has ever shown anyone at all where he disappears when the world closes him on him.

The truth is Danny's shaking. The adrenaline finally kicks in despite the light banter about coffee mugs moments ago. He's not sure if he could hold up the level of a solid mood, they both have worked up so hard to reach. Maybe the tour through Steve's refuge isn't such a good idea.

Steve's fresh out of a solid panic attack Danny has caused and to be honest, he feels slightly out of his depths. Anxiety fits aren't new to him but the shock still stuck in his bones how Steve freaked out, eyes wide and glassy. Maybe, he should just leave. Let Steve have some time of his own. Maybe he should even call Steve's sister to make sure he gets through the night without dark, hellish nightmares. Mary. Steve's sister's name is Mary.

Steve's watching him with an intensity that gets Danny's legs heavy and his steps difficult. "You're not coming?" His eyes find Steve's and his heart stops for a beat. "Help me out, big guy. I don't know what has changed between my question to show me your garden and my steps toward this door."

Steve stays stubbornly silent and Danny slips deeper into a sadness he can't explain. He follows Steve with his eyes.

Steve places his mug gently on the countertop and comes over to where Danny stands rooted to the spot. He's unable to see anything else but Steve and the way large dirt smudges show where he has wiped off the dirt to get to his weapon. Steve's bare feet sticking out from worn leg pants, the skin dirty from walking without shoes. The sight touches Danny's heart unprepared. His hand curls around the mug pressed to his chest. There is weariness but also skittishness to Steve's posture. He watches Danny as if he regrets having agreed to show him around.

"Look, Steve, no offense taken if you change your mind. We don't have to go visit your jungle. I didn't mean to pressure you or to make you uncomfortable again." Danny gushes, in a hurry to cut through this heavy, thick mood he can't fend off. "I was just trying to steer us away from this abyss of terrible memories – whatever. Steve?"

Steve's gaze is like the softest of kisses. Danny almost drops the mug. Steve walks past Danny and brushes against his drawn-up arm. Danny revels in the sensation to smell Steve's skin, earth and sweat, and to have a memory of how damn solid and hard Steve's abs feel pressed to his arm. Danny wants to walk right out the front door. He's not sure he's ever mustered that much self-control not to turn around and to grab at Steve's shirt to pull him in.

Steve's fingers curl around the door pull at the light-blue wooden door that shields a private part from curious eyes. "Danny, I'm good. I said yes and I'll show you my garden. It's just – no one ever saw it. I haven't – there hasn't been anyone further than this door and I'm kind of – kind of nervous but I want to show you, make you see."

Danny approaches carefully. He places his mug on the small table on the way over. "Make me see what?"

"That I'm not just the broken guy you helped putting back together just now." Steve pressed the handle down. The door clicks open and with his hand sprawled wide on the wooden surface, he pushes the door wide open. "Follow me."

Danny steps through the door like through a guarded gate and finds himself in a different world. He knows instantly why Steve hides this place from the public, guards it with everything. It's not the plants or the amount of green that embraces Danny in a way he has never felt plants and flowers and trees before but it's what hovers over this secret place of peace. It's the pieces in Steve's soul that aren't damaged, aren't eaten up by cruelty and death. This place is vibrant with life and love. So much love.

Danny gasps. He can't take another step in his shoes. It's not right. He has to feel. He wants to touch the earth with the sole of his feet, just like Steve. Danny toes off his loafers and pulls his socks off. He has to close his eyes when his bare feet step on Hawai'ian soil. It's wet and cool and soft.

Steve's smile grows wider again as if Danny has passed the first important test. God, what a weird, intense day.

"Did you grow and built that all by yourself?" Danny spreads his arms wide open to take in just everything. The variety of flowers, bushes, small trees, pots, and flowerbeds are an orchestra of beauty and care. The silent melody of wholeness tugs at Danny's heartstrings. The strain to keep the balance of the two worlds is visible on Steve's face. It's like darkness and light and Steve stands in the middle holding both worlds together. It's breathtakingly beautiful and painful at the same time.

"Mostly. This place belonged to my mother's family. I inherited it when she died. She passed it on to me because she knew how important it has been, since the first time she took me with her to help with the seedlings. She had a green thumb, like her mother. I've got her talent to grow things."

"I'm sorry, man, to hear you lost your mother."

"Thanks. She was sick, cancer. She never showed us how much pain she had to fight. She always had a smile for me and Mary. We lost her when I was sixteen. It's a long time ago. She's still here though –" Steve stops talking.

Danny can't look at him. "I'm glad you have something to remember her. It's good she lives on in the plants. It's powerful. Beautiful even." The picture of a small boy and his mother, laughing with their hands in the soil, rushes through Danny's mind.

The little, covered lanai is tidy and stocked with two battered wooden chairs and a small table. Sun-bleached worn pillows lie on the chairs. And countless flower pots with a variety of plants and flowers in different stages of growth frame the small, comfortable chill-zone. Watering pots stand lined up, filled with water at one side, right next to the wall with the garden tools. Time stands still in this perfect place where another tide of the world's ocean rises.

"You have a cat?" Danny points astonished at the two bowls in a corner of the lanai. One was filled with dry food and the other one with water.

Steve steps up to his side, closer and with a shy hesitation as if he wasn't still sure about how Danny takes in all the information he spills so freely. Steve breathes a soft chuckle. "Not exactly. I would love to adopt this little guy but he's too shy. It's a stray, a tabby cat. He drops by almost every evening. He sleeps on one of the chairs. I can't touch him yet. It's a he because – big balls, you know." Steve snorts. "He's a wild one. He survives somehow out here but I want him to have a place to refuel his strength and to take a nap when he feels like."

This new cat information does funny things to Danny's heart. "Who takes care of the place and the cat when you're, uh, not around?"

Steve gaze wanders over his small, safe, green kingdom. "Mary and Kawika. Mostly Mary, my sister. I need to know she looks after the wild, brave cat when I'm not here. But I'm not going anywhere anymore."

Danny ignores the last bit. That's a too sensitive topic to touch now. "Where does Mary live?" Danny has decided to ask as much as Steve lets him.

"She's my neighbor. She lives close to the ocean in a beautiful house with her husband Kawika. They looked after my house when I was gone."

"You're good with your sister?"

"Yeah," Steve plays with his toes in the soft soil.

"Do you mind me asking questions?" Danny can't stop himself from getting positive confirmation.

"No," Steve shoots him a side-glance.

"What about your father?"

"He's remarried and lives with his wife about a one-hour drive from our place. We don't get along so great. I live in my parent's house but it's big and it's just me there, so – "

"You prefer this place," Danny fills in the gap.

Steve nods with his hand shoved down his back pockets.

The setting sunlight gets reflected in something hanging on the wall right above a shelf lined up with wonderful big blossomy flowers.

"Why plants? Why flowers? Even if you inherited your mother's talent, I would have imagined you more with cars or even small planes, motorbikes You know, stuff like that, wild and dangerous but not flowers and tender plants that need so much care to grow." Danny asks while he walks over to have a look at the bright reflection where the sunlight gets caught.

Steve's right behind him and waits to reply. Danny steps onto the wooden floor of the lanai and is about to reach out to grab that shiny thing when he hears Steve sharply draw air into his lungs. He stops and freezes. He pulls his hand instantly back when he recognizes what he's spotted.

Dog tags.

TBC

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etherealseesaw · 4 years

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Dannymay 2020 -- Day 1: EYE

Title: Don’t keep a eye out.

Words: 2,991

Rating: T

AO3: LINK Tags: Hurt/Comfort , Not too detailed descriptions of pain, Fluff. Summary: With a white flash as if someone took a photograph, Danny changed his forms to the more human one. Nothing out of the ordinary, he did this almost every day. Going from human to ghost and from ghost to human. And sure, he's practically sure that at least some part of him died in the incident... but mentally accepting that was still something he wasn't prepared for. For now, "going ghost" could suffice. Fuck- so why is it that my eyes hurt so damn much!? Or Danny experiences eye pain. -Keep reading for the whole fanfic-

After one whole week of only sleeping 2 hours per day and maybe some minutes in class, to say that he was beyond tired is an understatement. Was there a conspiracy against him going around the Ghost Zone? That must be the cause, because from Saturday to Thursday almost all his time was spent on fighting some noisy ghost who can't take a hint and leave him alone. Really, it wasn't asking much!

It was unrealistic just how many ghosts were coming through the portal. Right... it wasn't as if anything in his life made any sense from the start. Maybe he could ask Tucker to see if the portal has an actual glitch or something. And yes, Tucker may not be any real engineer, but he was flawless when it came to tinkering with tech.

Anyways, it was a fresh new day and he was up before his alarm rang... which isn't necessarily a great thing since he didn't even get to enter bed yet. Yep, another great day ahead. Hurrah!

Danny could already tell how stressed he'd be by the end of this, it must have become some sort of routine at this point. Not really healthy, but what was health anyways. Ha.. Fortunately, all his NASA and Promotional Space Expedition posters, the glow in the dark stars and space themed stickers all around, helped him calm down enough to not have a mental breakdown on his bedroom floor.

With a white flash as if someone took a photograph, Danny changed his forms to the more human one. Nothing out of the ordinary, he did this almost every day. Going from human to ghost and from ghost to human. And sure, he's practically sure that at least some part of him died in the incident... but mentally accepting that was still something he wasn't prepared for. For now, "going ghost" could suffice.

Fuck- so why is it that my eyes hurt so damn much!?

As soon as his transformation ended, his eyes started to tingle with a hot pain that made having them open a struggle. Unconsciously, his hands made their way to his face and grabbed at the sides, his fingers dipped into the eyelids of the now semi closed eyes. Danny groaned loudly and practically threw himself at his bed, one leg touched the floor while the other bent with the pressure of his body, almost kneeling. His upper body reached the middle ground of the bed and he harshly pushed himself onto it. His head was the only thing not pressed against the bed as he used his elbows to propel himself up. Oh it hurt, it really really hurt.

He couldn't see straight with all the tears that managed to form. Everything was swimming and had a strange ectoplasmic-green glow that was almost unnoticeable. With a little more force than needed, he rubbed his eyes with closed fists. Doing painful and quick strokes as he started to shake and tremble more and more. His mind was buzzing with panic, his ears where ringing and his heart thumped loudly against his chest. He heard a sound, was that the alarm ringing? He couldn't tell, couldn't think. Just kept on rubbing.

How does one go from perfectly normal to -this- in a matter of seconds? What he was doing wasn't very smart, but can you blame him? As much as he'd like to be rational right now, it had taken him by surprise. He hadn't been ready for this.

Ok, stop, stop, stop. Danny commanded himself and abruptly threw his arms to each side on the bed.

His breath came out in short puffs and the skin near his eyes stung from the pure force he'd used on it. Gosh, can't he have any peace? First, the number of ghosts pestering him just keeps on growing. Second, he doesn't have time to spend with his friends and family. Third, his grades are a mess and everyone can see. And now what, this? There most be some logical way, what had he done other than fighting Technus moments prior?

His mental thoughts came to a stop as he noticed the sharp pain he'd felt wasn't there anymore. Sighing in victory, he loosened the pressure on his arms and gently rested his face against the mattress. What the fuck.

Is this some new power forming? He remembered almost freezing himself with his ice when it first appeared and when his intangibility acted up and he almost spilled his organs, literally, but it wasn't the same.. didn't feel the same. Sighing once more, Danny rolled to his back and cradled his arms on his chest.

Well, he definitely wasn't doing a good job Resting In Peace.

After the freak out, Danny shrugged off, for now, any deeper meaning behind the sudden pain he'd felt. It definitely wasn't something good, but he was ok now.

He sat up and fished the fresh clothes he was planning on dressing. It was the usual white with red details and oval in the center T-shirt, dark blue jeans and red vans but washed. The alarm had long ago stopped it's infernal high pitched beeping and was now only showing the current time.

Current time... Wait- It's already 8:20? Oh, he was going to be late. Not that he kept perfect record, not after all those times he had to sneak off to fight some random ghost intruder, or didn't even make it into the classroom. But it never felt good to actively go against his morals, especially if it was in his power to attend classes. As boring as they may be. He really wanted to take a bath, guess it needed to wait. Gross, but school was important.

The clothes were dressed in the time record, mostly because he used his powers to slip out of the old ones in an instant. But no time to dwell. With the school bag in hand, his feet almost flew with the speed he'd taken to dash across the house to the front door. A quick glance around made him realise that his parents were probably in the basement and that Jazz had already left. Can't blame her.

Another thing he was grateful for being that people in the morning were always most distracted, be it because they are going to work or because they are coming from work. He used that opportunity to slip into an alley and switch personas. The same white energy ring formed around him as his hair whitened and skin darkened. The comforting sensation of the hazmat suit pressing on his skin as he'd naturally taken to float a few inches from the ground. Again, no time to dwell. He got to be quick!

His feet shifted into his ghostly tail as he turned on invisibility and intangibility and flew straight through the brick wall. Truth be told, Danny was half expecting a ghost to show up mid way to school, but he guessed he was in luck since he arrived safe and sound.

Oh Ancients, Mr.Lancer was surely going to kill him someday. More than he already was. In his opinion Lancer was one of the best teachers, he tried his best that's for sure. Sometimes may come out as too strict or maybe uncaring, but Danny had grown fond of the behaviour and frankly missed having classes with him.

Thinking just about how many times he'd let Mr. Lancer down made him sad. He already disappointed his parents with the fact that he was what they most hated, disappointed Jazz for not trying enough to have good grades and disappointed his friends for always needing to leave them alone.

He carefully slipped into a janitorial closet, it was a small space with no light and a lot of tools to keep the school clean. There was only one door and it had a small opaque window in the middle. There was no fear of getting caught, as the corridors were bare of anyone so with that in mind, he quickly changed forms once more.

The anxiety was making him feel weak, as if his bones decided to become play-doh all of a sudden. Danny didn't need to look at the time to know classes had started a long time ago. And, of course, he was more than late.

As he left the closet, a small hiss escaped his lips as a product of his frustrations. A habit he'd attracted along the years of ghost hunting, of being a ghost, of dying.

Nausea hit him at full force as the bright light of the corridor fully seeped into his vision. The halfa wasn't happy when the same familiar pain crept behind his eyes and, as if someone blew air against his eyeballs or slightly scratched them, he impulsively closed his eyes in an aggressive matter.

Clenching his teeth and angrily grabbing his T-shirt, he slowly walked without a real direction to what he assumed was his classroom door. The vertigo didn't help his walking as he slightly stumbled and almost tripped.

He was determined to have at least one class today, and this wasn't going to stop him. It simply wasn't. Not today, not the day the ghosts decided merely not to show up.

He didn't feel his upper face, or better explaining, it was as if a cold liquid had drenched the insides of his eyes. His eyelids were on a state of coldness and hotness and the skin around furiously itched. The need scratch it was aggravating, but he maintained his control. The imaginary liquid pooled behind his eyes and dripped from his nose, to his cheeks and finally to his lips. He shivered mildly as his face continued to dance around the sensations of cold and hot at the same time, making him feel as if something had paralysed it. When he opened and closed his mouth, it didn't feel real, but as he did the same with his hands, something more alarming made his way into his mind. He also didn't feel it.

He immediately stopped in his tracks. Where was he even going? He didn't know where his class was. Did he even want to go inside.. like this?

It doesn't matter, he needed Sam and Tucker. He knew they were inside, they all shared this period. Danny just needed to breath, open his eyes slowly and act normal. Yes, that's all.

...

Doing just that, he slightly crouched down and stroked his temple with his shaky hands. What a coward he was. He experienced things worse, so why was he like this?

Taking longs breaths and concentrating on the feeling of touching, hearing, smelling something, anything. Time passed rather slow for him as his eyes strained, almost as if touched with acid. But with effort came the reward, as slowly but certainly he lazily opened his sky-blue eyes. They were unfocused and clouded. He could see where he was, could see his class not so far away. That's a relief.

Pushing aside the weird feeling still all over his face and the burning sensation still in his eyesight, he rushed to the door without paying attention to lingering nausea.

The door opened strenuously and he hurried himself inside. His vision swam less that it was seconds ago, but from the looks Mr. Lancer and other kids were giving him, something must still be off.

"Well, look who decided to show up. Tardiness is not accepted, Fenton." Concluded the teacher, Mr. Lancer, not looking the slightest happiest.

"Sorry, something came up." Danny replied halfheartedly, still feeling weak in the knees. Sam eyed him up from across the room, Tucker doing basically the same, but pausing to copy whatever was on the board.

"Go ahead then, sit down." Lancer gestured to Danny's usual and empty seat, only giving him a short and concerned glace before turning again to the used board.

With a slight nod, the halfa did as he was told and hastened to his seat. The school bag flew on top of his table as he removed the books necessary for this class and sat down with a relieved sigh. Unfortunately, he almost directly started to doze off and only stayed awake because Sam decided to elbow Danny in the shoulder, making him yelp in surprise but not loud enough to alert anybody else.

A comeback was at the tip of his tongue, but died out as he remembered that he was needed urgently to talk with his friends.

"Excuse us, sleepy princess, but we practically haven't seen each other in 3 days or more." Said Tucker with a smug but concerned undertone.

"Sorry, you know how it is... Fighting evil doers and all that jazz." Apologised Danny, blinking the tiredness out of his mind.

He stared at his table, going into a trance of thought. He needed to tell them.

"I-" Started Danny off, but was interrupted by Sam shushing him.

"Whatever you're going to say, save it. Let's talk after class." She nodded to herself as she spoke. "Try to sleep a little now, you look like hell."

And that was it, he'd tell them and they'd probably have to go to the Far Frozen or something of the likes. He didn't want to think about what if the problem was something... human. Something close to his origins, that maybe not even the ghosts could help. It was scary thinking of something so realistic as maybe going blind. He studied a lot of books about NASA and what the astronauts needed to go on a mission. They needed to be healthy, have good grades, exercise. He was far from reaching one of those things.. didn't want that to turn two.

Worries filled Danny as he drifted into the dreamland. Dreams didn't await him on the other side, but it was peaceful and relaxed him enough.

"Sleeping in class?" Jokingly lectured Tucker as he shook Danny awake.

"Come on, it already ended." Continued Sam, already ready to leave.

Getting up and gathering all his not even used supplies into the school bag, Danny walked into their side and let out a little groan. They walked in silence until they've reached a small corner where most students don't stop at. The halfa wasn't sure why they weren't talking as they'd normally do, he himself wasn't just as energised but he did think this was weird. To his surprise, however, Jazz was already waiting for them there. Pacing around the small space, she stopped when seeing the trio approach and smiled.

"Jazz? Why are you here." Asked Danny confused, but not against the situation. It was his sister after all.

"That's the thing, Danny. We're concer-" With a nasty scream, he interrupted the middle of her sentence. The eye-thing came back, with full blown pain. It felt like the first time, if not worst. As if a butter knife tapped against his eye with scorching temperatures and left behind a trail of molten metal. Without hesitation, they all ran to Danny's side and supported him with their arms.

Small crystal clean tears dripped from the halfa's face and he tried to hold back the vertigo that was trying to settle in, he didn't want this to happen He wanted to talk to them normally, fuck.

"Danny? Danny!?" Called out Sam in a frantic manner. They already knew he was pushing himself, but not this much.

"Ok, deep breaths, deep breaths. Tell me what's wrong." Jazz bent down to look better at her brothers face.

Doing as he was told, he'd push air in and out slowly and excruciating. Keeping his mind concentrated in only the task at the time and nothing else. The tingle behind his eye and the strange sensation of being hyper aware of his eyelashes, wasn't helping but, with he was determined.

"Eh-Eye-" A shaky finger pointed at his eye, he wanted them to look at whatever was doing this to him.

With a silent nod, Jazz cupped his face and elevated it to have a better look. Tucker and Sam shuffled to her sides to see too. A gasp passed around them and he felt lightheaded and reminded that he was in school, he couldn't bring so much attention to himself, or them.

"Oh Danny, if we knew you were this bad.." She sighed and gently passed a hand down his hair in a comforting manner.

"What is it-?" His voice trembled as he forced out his voice. He didn't want to hear bad news, not something irreplaceable, please, not that.

"You just seem awfully sleep deprived." Responded Tucker when hearing the panic in the others voice. "There isn't anything sticking out or pools of blood.."

"Wh- Really? But it hurts like a bitch-" As if on cue, he'd let out a small groan and scrunch his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"And, And, I see everything in a weird green tint-" He continued ignoring the interruption.

"Language." Jazz said strictly, before continuing. "Hmm.. I'm not a ghost expert, but It might just be your ghost side acting up, because you aren't reacting well enough with your human one." She speculated, hoping it could calm him down as much as it could calm her down.

"I can't just rest, ghosts keep appearing everywhere! I need to- I need to-" Before he could finish, Sam pushed a finger in his lips direction and said with an exciting smile.

"Are you forgetting us? We can keep up." Sam scoffed, gesturing to herself, Jazz and Tucker.

"Yeah. We learned a lot from watching and helping in your fights!" Nodded along Tucker.

"Why don't you take this weekend off while we work, ok?" Finish Jazz, giving Danny's forehead a little kiss.

His eyes still stung, a whole damn lot, but we was feeling better mentally. Giving them a small smile, he nodded in agreement. "Ok, I'll try to do that."

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dannyphannypack · 4 years

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Happy Holiday Truce!

Surprise! I’m your secret Santa, @dannyphantomisameme ! I took your two ideas of the trio together in less-than-happy circumstances, and came up with this! kind of a hurt/comfort oneshot. I’m sorry it’s so late! I wanted to post this on Christmas, but it’s two hours into the 26th of December and I’m just now uploading it. I read through a draft I had written earlier this month and completely scrapped it, haha. This one isn’t much better, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

As a side note, I had this all italicized and what-not, but Tumblr took it out. Let me know if anything is unclear.

It had been a month since the accident, and he still barely had any control.

Danny Fenton walked behind his friends with his head down. Sam was complaining about something her parents did the other night. Tucker had his nose in his PDA and was tripping over his own feet because of it.

Danny hadn’t told his friends about the accident. He didn’t know why. They were his best friends, and he knew he could trust them with anything and everything. But admitting what he was … some kind of ghostly abomination … it was too much. His parents had been studying ghosts since they were freshmen in college, and Danny had come to the conclusion that they were nuts around the time he realized Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy didn’t exist. Now, though? Maybe Santa Claus was real …

One month ago, three days before freshman year of high school, Sam and Tucker had been watching a movie at his place. His older sister had left to get psychology books from the nearby bookstore and, despite how straightforward that seemed, Danny knew that Jazz had a tendency to lose track of time. She probably had six equally boring-looking books spread out before her, debating if she should get the one with the science terms or the one with the theories. Meanwhile, Danny’s parents had left to go to the hardware store. Something about their newest invention not wanting to work. Danny had learned to tune them out years ago.

The movie ended a few minutes after Danny’s parents had left. Sam and Tucker had wanted to go into the basement laboratory to check out that invention Maddie and Jack had been talking about, but Danny knew the kind of trouble he’d get in for letting his friends into a highly dangerous, probably hazardous lab without any protection. Besides, he and Tucker had only recently met Sam. Danny felt that if Sam saw the state of the lab, she’d decide his family was too crazy for her to handle and stop hanging out with him. Maybe that was a little drastic, but Danny had an overactive imagination.

His overactive imagination was exactly what got him into trouble that night. After he’d waved goodbye to his friends, Danny went into the kitchen to grab a snack and stopped at the door to the lab. It was pretty inconspicuous looking—just a heavy wooden door that could have led into a food pantry or a storage closet—but underneath the door, a light flashed red across the kitchen tiles.

So he’d done the dumb thing. He had pulled his protective jumpsuit from the cleaning closet, brushed the dust off the front, and put it on. When he opened the basement door, cold air blew back at him. As soon as he stepped over that threshold, from yellow kitchen tile to cold metal, he had sealed his fate.

And now he was here, some sort of half-ghost half-human abomination that turned all of his parents’ research on its head. The worst part … his parents had always believed that ghosts were evil. Always. And Danny was scared because more and more ghostly things were happening to him. He fell through his bed. He absentmindedly floated to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He made the temperature in a room drop several degrees.

It wasn’t just the physical things, though. It was the mental things that really freaked him out. How he had wanted to jump out of his skin when his dad put a large hand on his shoulder. The way he could lose track of time staring at the endless, swirling green haze of the portal. The urge to hop into the air and not come back down.

He fought it. He couldn’t let himself do things like that. They weren’t human. They made him a freak. And if his parents were right about ghosts being evil? If giving into his urges made him more and more like a ghost? Forget it. An image of him as a ghost, laughing maniacally as he reached inside someone’s chest and pulled their heart out, came uninvited to the forefront of his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block it out. It was bad enough he had nightmares about it, but when he was awake, too? Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. He was losing it.

“You alright?” Tucker asked. Danny whipped his head up to meet his eyes. “Danny?”

“Fine,” he said. “Just stressed out about that English assignment, is all.”

“Ah,” Sam said. “You can always come to me for help, Danny. English is the only subject I’m good at.”

“Thanks,” Danny said, offering a smile. When they both turned around and continued walking, Danny dropped the smile and stared down at the ground again. He tried to focus his attention on Sam and Tucker’s conversation. Anything to keep him from thinking about ghosts.

“Two words, Sam,” Tucker said. “Meat. Connoisseur.”

“That’s a big word for you, Tuck. Mind defining it?”

Tucker used his shoulder to push her. “Meat heightens the senses, and my all-meat streak is fourteen years strong.”

“And it’s about to end,” Sam deadpanned. “The school board finally agreed to try a new cafeteria menu. I wore them down.”

“Wait,” Tucker said, putting out an arm to stop her. “What did you do?”

Danny’s stomach turned. He hoped it was the food on his plate that made it do so, but he was nervous that he was losing his appetite or something. Did ghosts eat?

“What is this?” he said, looking up at Sam. “Grass on a bun?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “First of all, that’s a slice of bread. Second of all, it’s shredded lettuce, idiot.”

Danny eyed the meal. “This is it?” he asked. “Isn’t their supposed to be another slice of bread and … something other than wet lettuce?”

“Look,” Sam said, and she folded the single slice of bread and took a bite. Around a mouthful of food, she said, “And you could have grabbed a vegan mud-pie.”

“Sam,” Tucker said, pushing his tray away from him. “Those things looked like mud pies. With mud. From the ground.”

Sam shrugged and took another bite of her half-lettuce sandwich at the same time that Danny got a horrible chill. It raced up his spine and made all the hair on his body stand up.

“Danny?” Sam asked, frowning. “What’s up?”

“Nothing!” he said, trying to look like he wasn’t freaked out of his mind. “Just a chill!”

Behind Sam, in the cafeteria kitchen, a partially transparent lady with sickly green skin floated past.

Danny’s eyes widened. He made a few incoherent noises before he was finally able to stutter out, “Gotta go to the bathroom!”

He raced out the door.

Okay, Danny, he thought to himself. That’s a ghost. What would my parents do? They’d pull out their weapons. I don’t have any weapons.

… Or did he?

No, no way, he chastised. That’s just … that’s just the ghost speaking. Snap out of it, Fenton.

Behind the wall he was leaning on, something crashed in the cafeteria kitchen, followed by a quick scream of surprise from someone who sounded suspiciously like Sam. The cold feeling came back tenfold, making his breath mist in front of him. How’d she get in there? Is she okay?

“Let her go!” Tucker shouted, sounding wobbly.

Oh, God, Danny thought, running shaky fingers through his hair. Tucker, too? I—I can’t just sit here! I have to—I have to—

Another crash. Tucker yelled.

Danny’s vision went green. Before he could so much as blink, he was in the cafeteria kitchen, floating high above the ground. When he realized what he was doing, he lost balance and fell to the ground in a heap. He picked himself up, noticing that he had suddenly donned white gloves. Where—?

He looked up. Tucker was gaping at him. From across the room, in the clutches of some sort of ground beef monster, Sam gaped, too. The ground beef monster growled and flew through the opposite wall with Sam in its grasp. She was gone.

Danny’s vision went green again, but he could see through the haze this time. He was flying again, this time close to the ground. As the wall approached, he instinctively went intangible and flew through it, the same way the ground beef monster had. He got scared halfway through, though, and ducked, which caused him to tumble across the high school hallway and hit the green lockers on the other side. The force of his impact dented the bottom locker, but he nonetheless scrambled into an upright position. “Let her go!” he shouted. At the same time, Tucker appeared at the end of the hallway.

The ground beef monster hissed in his face, spitting chunks of meat into his hair. Like swiping at a fly, it hit Danny with the back of its hand and sent him flying down the hallway. He hit Tucker and they both sprawled across the floor.

By the time Danny looked up, both the ground beef monster and Sam were gone. He stood, hoping for another flash of green that would cause him to inexplicably be able to control his powers, but it never came. Instead, a bright white flash made his gloves and black suit go away. His body felt heavy with the weight of gravity, so he fell onto his hands and knees and took a few big, shuddering breaths.

“Danny?” Tucker asked tentatively. Danny’s eyes widened as he turned to look at his best friend. Tucker’s own eyes were like dinner plates.

“I—”

An angry voice cut him off. “Either of you care to explain why you decided to destroy school property?”

Once again, Danny turned. Mr. Lancer, his English teacher, was crouched beside the locker that Danny had bumped into. It was worse than he initially thought; when Lancer touched the door, it swung open and came off its hinges in a crash. Books and papers spilled onto the floor.

Mr. Lancer scowled and stalked towards them. Without effort, he picked Tucker and Danny up off the ground and led them to his room with a firm hand on either teens’ shoulders. When they reached the door, the principal called out. “Mr. Lancer? Can I speak with you?”

Mr. Lancer pushed the two boys into his room. “Stay here,” he growled. With that nice sentiment, he slammed the door shut behind him.

“So,” Tucker said a few moments later. “How long have you …” He gestured wildly at Danny.

Danny closed his eyes. “I—” he breathed, still in shock. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I wanted to tell you.”

“Clearly you didn’t,” Tucker said, sounding cold.

“Tuck—”

“Whatever,” Tucker said. “We need to go find Sam.”

Danny stared at him.

“So, you know,” Tucker said, gesturing at him again. “Do your thing.”

Danny gulped. “I don’t know how.”

“You don’t know how,” Tucker repeated, raising an eyebrow. “I just watched you.”

“No, I mean …” Danny took another deep breath. “It just happens. I can’t control it.”

“It just happens,” Tucker repeated again, like a broken record. “Why’d it happen before, then?

“Uh …”

“Okay,” Tucker said, leaning against Mr. Lancer’s desk. “What had happened before?”

“It … It got really cold, and then I heard you yell, and I just … I blanked.”

Something in Tucker’s eyes softened. “Because you thought I was in trouble,” he supplied. “Okay, but how do we replicate that?”

Danny looked down at the ground and kicked at the tile floor. “Please,” he murmured, barely audible. “I don’t want to replicate it.”

“Danny,” Tucker said, visibly annoyed. “Sam is in trouble. You realize that?”

“I’m scared.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure Sam is scared, too.”

Danny shook his head. His vision blinked back and forth, from green to clear. “Stop,” he breathed. “Stop it.”

Seeing that his words were having an effect, Tucker crossed his arms and plowed on. “She could be dying.”

Danny put his hands on either side of his head. “Stop it!”

“She could be dead right now.”

Tucker watched as Danny went rigid, his eyes glowing green. It was scary, seeing him like that. For a moment, Tucker wondered if he’d made the wrong decision in provoking him. Then a ring of white light appeared, so bright that he had to shield his eyes. In Danny’s place was … Danny, but different. So, so much different. His hair went shockingly white. His jeans and t-shirt were replaced with a black jumpsuit. Tucker squinted. He recognized it, somehow. He remembered Danny showing him that jumpsuit a few years ago. But … it had been mainly white, not mainly black. It had changed. Like Danny.

So that’s why he’d been acting so weird lately.

Danny grabbed a hold of Tucker’s wrist. He flinched violently, but Danny kept his hold. Even through those white gloves, his hand felt cold. Standing next to Danny was like standing next to an open refrigerator.

He felt himself be lifted off the ground, and then Danny flew the two of them straight through the floor and into the school basement which, apparently, doubled as a meat locker.

“Whoa,” Tucker breathed as Danny lowered him. His feet touched the ground, but Danny remained floating. Like a bullet, he shot through a wall of cardboard boxes and disappeared from sight. A second later, Sam screamed. Her voice bounced off the walls and created an eerie echo.

Crash!

Tucker ran down the carboard box hallway and turned. Against the wall, leaning on now-cracked cement, Danny groaned.

“Danny!” Tucker shouted. He dropped down beside him, hands wavering over his form. What if he’d broken a bone or something? How was Tucker supposed to fix that?

“Tuck … ?” Danny mumbled, looking up blearily, his eyes blue once more. He gasped in fear, and at the same time that Tucker turned to see what Danny was looking at, a green bubble popped into existence around the two of them. Milliseconds later, a huge pile of frozen meat hit the shield and flew in every direction.

Tucker looked back at Danny, whose eyes were green again. He had his hands raised. When he dropped them, the green bubble disappeared without so much as a ‘Pop!’

Danny had done that? Tucker marveled. Danny reached out and grabbed Tucker’s wrist, pulling him to his feet and, after that, into the air. The ground beef monster swiped at the boys. Tucker closed his eyes and held his other arm up to block his face from the impact, but nothing happened. They’d flown straight through the ground beef monster’s arm. Using his other hand, Danny reached out and grabbed Sam by the wrist as well. She screeched, very un-Sam-like, and all three of them flew up through the ceiling and through the wall into the open air.

Danny blinked. When he opened his eyes again, they were blue and half-lidded. “Danny?” Tucker asked. Danny looked at him, took a deep breath of relief, and closed his eyes. All three of them fell the few feet there was between them and the ground. Danny transformed back.

“Danny!” Sam shouted, scrambling back. “What—?”

Tucker leaned forward and put two fingers on his wrist. “Oh, thank God, he’s alive,” he breathed. Then, turning to Sam, he said, “We need to get him home.”

In shock, blanking on what to say, Sam shut her mouth and nodded mutely.

Danny groaned. He felt like he’d been run over by a truck multiple times over.

“He’s awake!” Sam said, somewhere. Voices floated around him.

Blearily, he opened his eyes. Sam was leaning over him, her eyebrows furrowed. Behind her, Tucker sat with a matching expression. He looked past them at the white ceiling, which was decorated with faded glow in the dark stars.

“What are you guys doing in my room?” Danny asked, pushing himself upright. His head throbbed in protest, making him wince.

“Do you remember anything?” Tucker asked.

Danny blinked, confused. “Remember anything? I—” he started, but it all started coming back in bits and pieces. A ground beef monster. Flying. Grabbing Sam. Tucker finding out.

Tucker finding out.

Tucker finding out!

Danny jumped, sitting completely straight now.

“Whoa!” Sam said, holding onto his shoulder. “Calm down, it’s okay.”

Danny met Tucker’s eyes from behind Sam who, now that he knew Danny was alive and okay, was starting to look a bit annoyed. Danny had a lot of explaining to do.

He dropped his head in shame. “Look, guys,” Danny started. Sam let go of his shoulder. He pulled his knees up to his chest. “I’ve been keeping something from you.”

“That you’re part ghost?” Tucker asked. At Danny’s fearful expression, he held his hands out in front of him like, ‘calm down.’ “I’m joking.”

Danny sighed. “No, you’re right,” he said, fiddling with his blanket. “You guys know when we were watching that movie last month? When you guys wanted to check out the basement lab and I told you no?”

Slowly, Sam nodded.

“Well, after you guys left, I … went down there by myself. And my parents were building this big thing that looked like a hole in the wall, so I went inside and … and it turned on. It—” Danny gulped, unable to finish his train of thought. Instead, he said, “My parents were so excited when they came home. They said it was a portal to the ghost dimension. That they’d be able to capture ghosts and get ectoplasm samples a lot easier now. For experiments. And … I thought I just got shocked pretty bad, you know? That I was fine. But then things started happening …”

“Oh, Danny,” Sam said.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tucker asked.

Danny put his head in his hands, unable to look them in the eye. “I was going to,” he responded. “I really was. And then my parents started talking about how they’d be able to dissect their first ghost. That they’d be able to ‘figure out what made these monsters tick.’ I got scared. I kept thinking, ‘what if they’re right? What if I am a monster?’”

“You’re not a monster,” Sam said, reaching out to him.

“But I feel like a monster, Sam.” When Danny looked up, his eyes glistened. A tear ran in a line down his cheek. “I want to … do things. Not human things. I want to jump into the ghost portal and not come back. I want to just … fly above the town for hours. Completely disconnected. And sometimes I’ll start floating around or something without even realizing it. And then today.” Danny raked a hand through his hair. “I just … blanked out. Everything went green and I stopped thinking. I’m so scared that if I let that happen again, I’m never going to be able to snap out of it. I’ll just be a ghost forever. I’ll forget about you guys, and my family, and my life …” He sniffed. “So I didn’t tell you guys. I didn’t want to drag you into it. I feel like a Dementia patient or something. Like you guys are watching me become something else. Watching me … die. And I didn’t want to admit that to myself, so… so I didn’t tell you. And I’m sorry.”

“Danny,” Tucker said, eyes wide. “Man, I had no idea.”

Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “You’re not going to lose yourself, Danny. You’re not bad. You’re the best person I’ve ever met.”

“You saw what I did today,” Danny said, pulling back. “How can you be so sure?”

“You were protecting us,” Tucker said. “The whole time. When you heard me yell. When Sam was taken away. When you saved me from being crushed under hundreds of pounds of frozen meat. That was all you, dude. That wasn’t anybody else.”

“We’re going to figure this out,” Sam promised, “together. We’re here for you, Danny. We love you so, so much.”

Danny wiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “I love you guys, too,” he said.

Tucker jumped onto the bed, and the two of them hugged Danny until he feel asleep again.

It was the first night in a month where Danny didn’t have a nightmare.

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maxineswritingcenter · 5 years

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Class Reunion - Sam x fem!reader pt 4

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Summary: Sam and Dean hit up a case in a town they lived in for Sam's senior year of high school. While on a supply run, Sam runs into reader who he dated that year. Reader invites him to the class reunion. Sam is hesitant but the case leads to the reunion. SPARKS FLY BITCHES

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The next morning, (Y/N) was in the kitchen making breakfast. It was Friday, the day of the big reunion. Normally being nervous for that event was fine. But considering there was a murderer on the loose made everything more difficult. She was more on edge now that there was a connection between the victims and the perp. The football team, the cheer squad, and Liza who approved the prank. Would she be next? She was staring off into space when Sam walked in.

"Morning." He smiled and kissed her cheek. She blinked out of her blank stare and smiled at him.

"Good morning." He was wearing casual clothes: boots, jeans, and a flannel. Oh did he look good in a flannel.

"Need help with anything?" He asked and stood besides her.

"Well, I could use a little sugar." She winked at him. He smirked and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.

"Awh, not over the food." Dean's voice made them jump apart. (Y/N) blushed a deep shade of red.

Dean yawned and sat at the table, "You guys have fun last night?" He winked.

(Y/N) hummed and brought the pan of bacon over to him, "Not a word, Winchester. Not a word."

Dean smirked, "Hey, if I get bribed with bacon, I don't know a thing." She rolled her eyes, putting a few stripes of bacon on his plate.

"Jared!" She called, "Breakfast!" Soon after a groggy Jared came down the stairs. He was wearing jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. His brown hair was messy, but the intentional messy. Like maybe he ran a brush through it. He went to the fridge and got out the cranberry juice, pouring himself a glass.

"Isn't that stuff tart?" Dean asked, watching the kid down the whole glass in a few gulps. Jared blinked a few times and shook his head.

"Yeah, wakes me up." He poured himself another glass and sat at the table. (Y/N) came over with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. She came back and patted Sam on the chest, "Whatcha want?"

Sam, resisting the urge to say 'you', shook his head, "Not really hungry." He grabbed a piece of toast from the the toaster. She smiled and finished cooking everything before sitting at the table with the food.

Just as she was about to start eating, both her phone and Sam's phone started to ring. Sam looked at Dean, "It's Witicker." He stood up and left the room. (Y/N) grabbed her phone from the counter. Dean and Jared ate silently.

In the other room, Sam answered the phone, "Agent Forester."

"Hey Agent, we got another one. Bus driver, Zack Dooley. Same MO as before."

"Alright, uh, Sheriff, we have a possible lead. My partner and I will be attending the reunion tonight to keep watch." Sam said.

"Sounds good." The sheriff said, "See you then." He hung up and went back into the kitchen just as (Y/N) came back.

"Who was that mom?" Jared asked, looking up from his plate.

(Y/N) sighed and sat down, "Sweetie, that was the school. Your bus driver got attacked by an animal last night. He passed away this morning. I'm sorry."

Jared looked at her confused, "Mr. Dooley? He was nice." He sat there for a minute, processing what he'd heard.

"How am I going to get to school?" He asked after a while.

"Uh, I can take you." Sam said, "Drive around town in the Impala." He suggested. Jared nodded and stood up.

"I'll grab my bag." He said softly and left the room. Sam stood up and moved around, putting a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"He was in student council too." She said, eyes wide, "Now he's going after us."

Dean looked at her, "Hey, we'll keep you and Jared safe." She nodded, putting a hand on Sam's before standing up when Jared came back. Jared didn't look okay. He hiding his face and rubbing his eyes to fight away tears. (Y/N) made him lift his head, brushing the hair out of his eyes. She gave him a soft smile.

"Sometimes life isn't fair. And really nice people get hurt. But you have to remember them as they were. Not how they died." She watched him nod.

"Come here." She said softly, pulling her into his arms. He hugged her back, hiding his face in her shoulder. She rubbed his back as he let out a few sniffles.

"I love you." She said as she pulled away.

"I love you too, mom." He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He looked at Sam and nodded, "I'm ready."

Dean tossed Sam the keys from his pocket, "One scratch and I'm comin' after the laptop." He scolded. Sam gave him an annoyed look before leading Jared out the door.

The car ride was silent for the first half, until words burst from Sam's mouth after he spent ten minutes trying to figure out what to say.

"Your mom was right. Gotta remember people for the good times." When Jared didn't answer and just stared out the window, Sam continued, "Ya know, my dad died about fourteen years ago. I tried to think of the good times. And there weren't a lot. But when there were, those are the times I like to remember. We butted heads but, I understand why he raised us the way he did."

Jared spared Sam a glance before looking back out the window, "I never knew my dad." Sam pulled into the school and put the Impala in park.

"Well, even if you don't know it, your dad loves you. You're a great kid. It didn't seem like it, but my dad loved Dean and I." He said, not trying to spill the big secret yet.

"How can you love someone you don't know exists." Jared grumbled and got out of the car, leaving Sam feeling more guilty than he did before.

"Kid's breaking my heart already." Sam said as he came back inside the house.

"What happened?" (Y/N) asked as she put on earrings.

"He said how can someone love you when they don't know you exist?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

Dean shook his head, "Jared is really upset about this." (Y/N) shook her head, tearing up.

"I didn't know how hard this was effecting him. I didn't know." She let out a little sob, "I'm such an idiot."

"Hey hey.." Sam pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back, "You did what you thought was best. We'll explain tonight."

She nodded against his chest, "I just hope nothing bad happens tonight. You catch the guy and he goes behind bars."

Dean looked at Sam and nodded. Sam sighed, "I don't think he'll get out of this alive." She pushed away from him and took a step back.

"You're going to kill him? Where's the justice in that?" She put her hands on her hips.

Dean took a step forward and motioned to the table, "(Y/N), you might wanna sit for what were about to tell you." She reluctantly sat, looking at the brothers differently.

"We're not FBI. We're not even law enforcement. That's our cover." Sam began, "We hunt monsters. Real monsters like vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and demons. We go from town to town hunting them to keep people safe."

She was looking at them like they were crazy. Sam thought of a different approach, "Remember when we went to the diner one night and we saw something in the woods then Dean just happened to show up covered in black goo?"

She nodded slowly, "You said it was oil from the Impala."

Dean nodded, "It wasn't oil. It was ectoplasm. Because theguy you saw barfed it all over me and took off into the woods."

"And the pentagram you on the back of the Impala wasn't because dad was into metal, it's to keep the weapons secure." Sam said, watching as the gears turned in her head.

"Monsters are real. And you're telling me Danny is one. So you have to kill him." She said the thoughts as they clicked. Sam nodded slowly, trying to get a read on her.

"Which is why we're going to take him down so the town is safe, and most importantly, you and Jared are safe." Dean said, leaning against the table.

"Okay." Her voice shook. But then she cleared her throat and stood up, "Okay, so what's the game plan? Should I keep everyone to the gym?"

"That's a perfect idea." Sam said, "Just keep everyone there the best you can." She nodded, "Okay. I can do this." She smiled and grabbed her keys.

"I'm going to the school to set up the gym." She said confidently and went out the door.

Dean watched her leave, slightly impressed, "Either she's freak outta her mind or she's taking this well."

"I'd say a little bit of both." Sam said, watching her leave from the window.

That night, the brothers met with the Sheriff outside of the school. He was wearing jeans and a lettermen's jacket. Sam was having flashbacks to high school and not ones he particularly enjoyed.

"Alright, boys. I'll take first watch out here, you two search inside in case he's already in. And if you see anything suspicious, come find me." He said. Dean and Sam nodded and headed inside.

"Hold on there, Agent Forester." The sheriff said. Sam stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath in before turning around.

"Yeah, sheriff?"

"Now, you wouldn't happen to be staying with a miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you?" Sam swallowed hard.

"Yes, she offered to let us stay with her and her son." He said, and that was true. For the most part.

"Listen, I know she's a babe. And she seems like the type to be protecting. But don't you worry, ole Lonny's got it covered." He winked. Sam raised an eyebrow, (Y/N) hadn't mentioned Lonny at all.

"Ya know, it's been in the works for a while but uh... I think I'm gonna be her knight in shining armour when Jared joins the police force. Keep her company while he's at the police academy." Of course, the sheriff talking about (Y/N) like that made his blood boil, but as soon as he mentioned his son? He was irate.

"Really? Cause Jared didn't seem all that interested in being a cop." Sam said, crossing his arms.

"That kid'll come around. I've been keeping a special eye on him, for (Y/N)'s sake, and I think he'd make a good lieutenant under me some day. We'll make in a father-son dynasty. Well, when I get her to marry me that is." The sheriff chuckled. Sam narrowed his eyes and smirked.

"Heh," he chuckled darkly, "We'll see, won't we?" And with that, he went inside.

Sam found (Y/N) by the DJ booth, where Jared was sitting and playing music from his phone and into the speakers. It was a mix of popular songs from the 80's and 90's , kid had good taste. She was standing in front of poster boards that were covered in photos blown up from the year book. The board she was looking at was from prom night. He came up next to her and looked at the photos. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled. She pointed toward a picture near the bottom. The shot was focused on another couple, but in the background was a familiar pair.

"I still have pictures from that night in my old photo albums. I found them a couple days ago. I was so scared to show them to Jared." She said, playing with the necklace around her throat. It was a silver J, with a turquoise bead. Which complimented the blue, flowy dress she had chosen for the evening.

"Can I ask... Why didnt you get married?" He eased into the subject.

She scoffed, "Please, everyone in this town is a bonehead. I prefer tall, smart, and handsome." She turned and smiled up at him.

"You do know the sheriff is trying to seduce you, right?" He felt his ears get hot with anger.

She rolled her eyes, "He can try all he wants. My main duty is to Jared. Making sure he's happy."

"What about you?" He asked, "Can't you be happy?" She looked at him and minute then looked at Jared, grinning from ear to ear.

She looked back at Sam, "Nothing makes me happier than being his mom." Sam smiled and held her hand in his large one.

"We usually don't stay much longer after the hunts are over..." He watched her face fall, "But... I don't think the world would end if we stayed a little longer." She smiled brightly.

"I think we might have the room." She winked.

Jared looked at his phone screen, scrolling through Snapchat stories. When those were done he shut off the screen. And in the black reflection he saw someone close behind him. Too close. He opened his mouth to confront whoever it was, but in a flash he saw darkness.

Sam glanced at the DJ booth, but did a double take. Jared wasn't there.

"Where'd Jared go?" He asked, his chest sinking. (Y/N) looked around him at saw the empty booth. Her eyes widened and she hurried towards the table, Sam close at her heels. All that was left was Jared's phone, the screen was shattered.

"Oh god no." She said under her breath, shaking her head.

"Where is he?!" She cried, her voice barely loud enough to hear over the loud music and all the talking. Sam looked around the room, looking for his brown hair.

"Jared!" Sam called, adrenaline pumping through his veins, "Jared!" He saw an open door that led out into the hallway.

"Follow me." He said and ran towards the door, (Y/N) followed, watching Sam take a machete out of his jacket.

Dean walked around the school, machete in hand. He could barely hear the music from the gym, but everything else was silent. He came up to the library where the door was slightly ajar. He gripped the handle to the large knife and quietly walked towards the room. He slowly pushed it open and looked inside. His eyes widened at what he saw. The sheriff was dead on one of the tables, nearly decapitated. Dean walked closer, looking around to see if the vamp was still around. He looked around the body and found a piece of paper. The handwriting was messy, but the message was clear.

Bring me (Y/N) or I kill the kid.

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This chapter has everything: the morning after, shitty cops, a jealous baby-daddy, a child in peril.

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phantomphangphucker · 5 years

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Ectober Day 5: Radiation - Septicemia

Ectoplasm isn’t exactly known for being safe to handle. But Danny handles that problem like he does everything else, with a dose of humour and ignoring it.

"Goddammit”, Danny looks down at his vertically sliced open arm, bone slightly visible. Speaking thick with annoyance, "why, out of all ghosts, did it have to be the Box Ghost to give me my first serious injury?". Coming to float just slightly above the ground in an alleyway, pinching closed the wound, as Sam and Tucker come running towards him. Tucker sidestepping and gagging at the little splashes and one large puddle of Danny's ectoplasm. While Sam just steps over it, not really giving a shit.

Danny looks up at the two as they plop down on the ground next to him, giving the two of them a loose smile, "took long enough huh?". While both of them frown at him, clearly unimpressed.

Sam digs in her backpack, pulling out the mini-medi kit they had all decided all three of them should carry around. Handing Tucker a cloth and little water bottle to clean off the wound while she sets up a needle with ectoline.

Danny gives his arm to Tucker while Tucker responds, “would have preferred it never happening, dude”, smirking slightly as he wipes off the wound, “but with your terrible dodging of course it did”.

Danny flips him off with his other hand, “hey fuck you Tuck. It was going to happen eventually because I am constantly getting into fights. It would be weird if I constantly came out of getting thrown around, sliced, bitten and whatnot, with nothing more than bruising, small cuts and scrapes”.

Tucker rolls his eyes as he goes to ball up the cloth only to yelp and drop it. Green steam coming off his hand slightly, making everyone look at him worriedly.

Danny squints at him, “what’d you get on you? Obviously ghostly, but don’t think we’ve seen that before”.

Sam just grabs Tucker’s hand, grumbling all the while, “gimme that”, before inspecting his hand. Nodding mostly to herself, “it’s an ecto-burn”.

Danny looks around for a source, “but from what?”.

Tucker just frowns and looks back to the cloth and scrunches it up in the same hand, only to drop it; having been burned by the contact again.

All three mutter, “weird”.

Danny clears his throat, hoping his guess is right, “well it is one of my parents specially made cloths, so maybe it has some weird reaction with ectoplasm”.

Sam snorts, “well here’s what we get for thinking your parents crap would be better to use than regular shit”. While both Danny and Tucker laugh, before Tucker goes about treating his ecto-burns.

Sam motions for Danny’s arm, and grabs his wrist. Resting her forearm on his elbow to begin. Only to jerk away from him after getting some of his ectoplasm on her forearm, the ecto-burn visible. All three stare at it, before Tucker mutters, “dude, it’s you. it’s your ectoplasm”.

Danny clears his throat, pushing down the mild horror and grasping for another reason, “well, I mean, it could be from wiping my arm with the cloth?”. Sam grabs his other hand and pricks his finger crudely enough to get him to bleed. Touching the bubbling droplet only to hiss and cringe. Wiping her finger off on the ground and inspecting the ecto-burn. Looking at Danny and shaking her head.

Danny groans, ruffles his hair with the same hand, “great, that’s just great. So my folks are right on ectoplasm not being safe to have skin contact with. Wonderful. I’m fucking corrosive or some shit”. Meanwhile, Danny is really really damn glad that he’s not hurt by his own ectoplasm.

Sam digs in her bag, looking for gloves, but frowns. Looking back up to Danny, “no gloves. No way I can fix you up then”. All three groan and Danny motions for her to give him the needle with a sigh, which she does.

Danny grunts, “has to be done though”, as he clenches his teeth and gets to work. Sam and Tucker patting his shoulders in comfort and support. Though Tucker occasionally cringes and can’t watch. Tucker talks while looking at a wall, “guess spandex gloves are something we need to carry from here on out”, poking Danny, “too bad we can’t just borrow yours. Being attached to your suit and all”.

Sam rolls her eyes, “pretty sure ghost clothing is made of ectoplasm, Danny’s suit included”. All three pauses and Danny looks from his arm to where his friends are touching his suit. They exchange confused glances before collectively shrugging.

Danny grumbles as he gets back to work, “the stuff inside me must be more concentrated”.

Danny hands back the needle after wiping it off on his leg and Sam wraps his arm, maintaining a safe distance to avoid getting any ectoplasm on her. Tucker gets up and starts mopping up the spilled ectoplasm on the ground with his foot, none of them wanting anyone to get burnt by it or for his parents to find and collect it. Frequently having to change what part of the cloth he’s touching with his shoe, as it steams from the ectoplasm contact. But after a while he starts feeling rather nauseous, the acidic lemon-lime scent starting to feel overpowering. Coughing and gagging before having to walk to the other side of the alleyway. Putting his hands on the wall and dry heaving. Pointing towards Sam and Danny, who are staring at him with concern from their spot on the ground, “dude, ugh, I think it might be more than-”, heaving again, “-just unsafe to touch”.

Sam pauses in her wrapping and leans over Danny’s arm to sniff at it. Getting hit by a wave of nausea after a bit. Sitting back and giving Danny an apologetic frown. Clearing her throat and shoving down the desire to gag, “he’s right. It’s probably because ghost ectoplasm sheds off free-floating ectoplasm”.

Danny nods with a frown, it made sense, “so inhaling that is bad”, speaking with sarcasm, “gReAt. I JuSt LoVe ThIs. PeRfEcT”. Both of them send him sympathetic smiles while Sam goes back to wrapping and Tucker continues cleaning up, just with his arm sleeve over his mouth and nose. Which just serves to make Danny feel guilty. His ectoplasm was basically toxic and corrosive for everyone in town. There was no way he wasn’t going to wind up getting his ectoplasm spilled on things, or get hurt badly again. He was actually going to have to make sure to clean his bed sheets more often now. He knew for a fact there was ectoplasm smeared on them.

Sam clips the end of the bandaging before the two get up, bags repacked, and Danny wraps his arms around his friends. Looking at Tucker, who has Danny’s injured arm around him, “you good? Not burning you?”.

Tucker smirks, “you’re good dude”. Making Danny smile as he floats up and takes the three invisibly to his house.

Flopping down on his bed after transforming back. Tucker lays across his legs and pokes him, “bleed again”.

“Um, what?”.

Tucker snorts, “dude, don’t you always have a little ectoplasm running through your veins? That shit’s in your blood too”.

Danny blinks into a blanket, “oh fuck”, before sticking his hand out towards where he can smell Sam, sitting in his desk chair. Who pokes him with a pin he had lying on his desk, smearing his blood on her wrist. Nothing happens for a bit but then she cringes and wipes it off with a Kleenex. Glance at Tucker while Danny grunts, “you’re being awfully quiet”.

Sam glances down at the mild ecto-burn, it took longer and was much more minor but it was an ecto-burn all the same, “sorry Danny”.

Danny can tell by her tone that she’s not apologising but instead feeling slightly bad for him. Which obviously means she was ecto-burned. Lovely. Danny groans into the blanket, before turning his head to actually look at her, “goddammit. So my blood’s an issue too”, Danny snorts, “Ancients fuck, it’s like everyone’s allergic to me”.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance, Tucker poking him again, “you probably should pass it off as that actually. If anyone notices that Danny Fenton’s blood burns people”.

Danny squints at Tucker, give him his best ‘are you fucking shitting me?’ look, “and how would that even make sense Tuck? No one's allergic to just one cat or just one bee...or just one human. That’s not logical”.

Sam sighs as she sits down next to him, “blame ecto-contamination, it’s covered all the other general ghostliness. Wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to say it poisoned your blood”.

Tuck smirks and gives him a pat, “or made it a poison”, shrugging, “just make a habit of not bleeding”.

Both Sam and Danny stare at him incredulously before all three start laughing. Because as if that would ever happen!

Tucker pats Danny again, “but for real, just don’t bleed on people. It’s not like people make a habit of touching other people's blood, in-fact people emphatically avoid doing that. And it’s only the ghosts who are actively out for Fenton’s blood”.

Danny pushes himself up slightly, going a bit wide-eyed, “guys, Dash”.

“Oh shit”.

Tucker shrugs awkwardly after a while, “well, at least he doesn’t make folks bleed. When he does it’s usually on locks and shit, not on himself”.

Danny sits up fully and slices his wrist, smearing the blood on the wooden side table. Sam grunting, “that’s one way to do gothic home decorating”.

Danny points at her, “also would have scared the crap out of anyone if they had happened to walk in”, pausing and turning his head back to the table as it starts faintly smoking. Danny groans and tilts his head back, “goddamnit”.

Tucker pats his shoulder, “well, that’s a check on you having to clean up any bloody messes with the level of haste that’ll make you seem like you’re some kind of clean freak”.

All three look around Danny’s horribly messy room and start laughing. Danny parting Tucker as they laugh, letting the guy know Danny’s thankful for the little cheer up.

Sam hops over to the bed, “though really, it’s more like you’re radioactive than just corrosive or toxic. Cause you seem to affect everything, with or without direct contact”.

Danny hits her with a pillow while Tucker doddles a little radioactive symbol on Danny’s neck, earning him a hit from the pillow as well. Even if it’s more humoured than genuinely bothered.

——Cut to tomorrow at Casperhigh——

Danny closes his locker with a slight smile before turning to his friends, “guess what son of a corpse actually got to sleep the night away?”. Both of them give him high fives with Tucker near shouting, “fuck yeah dude!”.

“What the Hell do the losers three have to be happy about?!?”. All three groan at the sound of Dash’s voice. As they turn to look at him slowly.

“What do you want Dash?”.

Dash shrugs before smirking, “my brother’s visiting the school today, gotta impress”, digging in his pocket, “and since you’re so cheery”, Dash menacingly flicks out a switchblade knife, “you get to be my target”.

Danny just looks at Tucker, highly unamused, “I hate you, I really really hate you”, before booking it. Sam and Tucker quickly following after him. Tucker grumbling, “I fucking jinxed it”.

However, in a rare show of intellect, Dash had planned for the fleeing and really was going to target Danny anyway. But it wasn’t any fun if he just jumped, didn’t instigate the chase. Scaring the crap out of people was half the fun, which is why Danny pisses him off. Dash damn well knew what fake fear looked like, and faked fear was the only kind he ever got from Danny. The ghosts didn’t even seem to scare the loser, and they absolutely did scare Dash. And that was an insult that Fentailbone wasn’t getting away with. Dash smirks devilishly as Kwan, Dale and Todd corner the three pathetic losers.

Danny makes a point of covering his friends with his arm and body, as the three jocks smirk and stare down at them. Danny turns his head slightly behind him, seeing Dash walking up slowly with a smirk and flipping around the blade. Danny grumbles, “asshole”, before trio back up against the lockers, Danny in front.

And really, that just annoys Dash more. The weak loser acting all protective, like he’s really capable of anything. HA. It doesn’t take much for Kwan and Dale to get the goth and geek pulled away, while Todd basically holds Danny against the lockers. Dash doesn’t even have to look around to know James is watching in one of the small doorways, smoking out of sight from any teachers.

Danny glares at Dash, not even bothering to pay attention to the knife. It was a small thing and Danny had accidentally stabbed himself with larger things. Hell, the thanksgiving turkey attacked him with bigger knives. Plus, stab wounds weren’t all that bad so long as the blade wasn’t jagged. It was Dash who was the actual threat, obviously looking to do some real damage for a change. Instead of just generalised aggression and trying to humiliate.

Dash waves the knife in Danny’s face, “now to skin the rabbit”.

Danny snorts and rolls his eyes, “wow, you actually made a somewhat intelligent joke for once”. Todd squeezes Danny’s shoulder, hard, for that. But again, Danny’s gotten worse from his own house. So he ignores it entirely.

Dash meanwhile frowns, this is exactly what he’s talking about. The clear ‘go ahead and hit me, I don’t give a damn’ attitude, even if the little loser covered it up with fake fear half the time. “If you want to play it so tough then maybe I need to give you a mark to show who you and this school belong to”.

Danny snorts, “kinky”. Which Dash instantly punches him in the gut for, before slice his cheek and stabbing him in the shoulder. Grabbing that shoulder and squeezing the wound, as he slams Danny back upright and into the lockers.

Danny coughs, completely ignoring the injuries but forcing them not to heal, “wow fuck, you actually did it huh? Good for you Dash”, smirking up at Dash, “you proved you’re old enough to play with knives”. Dash punches the lockers next to Danny’s head while Danny forcibly rolls the injured shoulder, “missed the bone, try harder next time”.

Tucker grumbling, “I actually forgot how much more witty he is when he’s not sleep-deprived”.

Dash side-eyes the geek, “you think he’s witty huh?”, looking back at Danny, “well maybe he should cut that out”.

“Wow, two jokes, you’re on a ro-”, Dash shoves the knife into Danny’s mouth and makes a point to cut up his tongue before pulling it out. Making Danny cough again, he was going to spit at the ground but blinks, remembering last night's bullshit.

As if on cue, Dash jerks his hand off Danny’s shoulder, steaming green and with a forming ecto-burn. Danny, spotting the green steam on the knife, uses the jocks shock to snatch the knife and book it. Though unable to resist a joke as he does so, “yoink!”.

Sam, being more of a planner and ballsy enough to do said plans, maneuvers around Kwan, whose startled enough by everything to have pretty well lost his grip, and punches Dash in the face. The guy might be a bully but he’s one of those fuckers who ‘won’t hit a girl’, but also doesn’t expect a girl to be doing the hitting. Taking Dash’s furthered shock to wipe off his hands with her jacket, “the only person you can impress by trying to beat up Danny, is Danny”, before elbow him in the back of the head and running off. Catching Danny running backwards and waving the, cleaned off, knife at the jocks, “thanks for the knife! Pleasure doing business with ya!”.

Which only pulls Dash out of his shock, “FENTON!!!”, and gets him chasing after them.

Now what Dash didn’t know was that Danny liked the chase and hunt just as much as Dash did. Expect Danny got far more fun out of the ‘getting away’ part. Danny chuckles from their hiding spot inside the stairs, “getting out from under the wolves teeth and taking a tooth as a trophy prize”.

Sam uses a medical cloth from her bag to wipe off her jacket before it gets burnt, while Tucker elbows Danny, “maybe you should sleep less”.

“Fuck you Tuck”.

“Dude, you were treating him kind of like a ghost”.

Danny rolls his eyes and huffs, “well excuse me. Normally ghosts stab me, not humans”, shrugging, “besides, wit’s kind of my knee jerk reaction”.

Sam sighs as she starts wiping off Danny’s t-shirt, which is noticeably smoking and has a patch of the shoulder slowly burning away, “you can’t be fighting back against Dash, Danny. It’s too risky. Mocking him is practically the same thing”.

Danny waves her off as he takes the cloth and wipes off his cheek. Choosing to just swallow whatever’s in his mouth and letting those wounds heal up. Course he can’t do that with the cheek or shoulder. Y’know, in case Dash checks. Plus other people saw the cheek shit.

Tucker holds up a bandaging kit, “what ones you want? Space for your face?”.

Danny snorts but shakes his head, “it’s not deep and I’ve already cut off the bleeding. Having a bandaid on my face would just make Dash happy”.

Sam grabs one of the large square ones, “well regardless, your shoulder’s getting this”, before motioning for Danny to take off his shirt; which he does.

Sam seals the bandage around to stab wound, which normally would have been healed up in half an hour or so, while Tucker sticks a bandaid on Danny’s face; reading ‘Thy wit’s as thick as Tewksbury mustard’.

Danny glares at him and pulls out his phone to see what one Tucker put on while Tucker speaks, “we can see muscle in the wound dude, it should logically be bleeding”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “well I can’t let it, now can I”, point at the bandaid, “and really? That one?”.

Tucker smirks, “you deserved it”.

Danny snorts as he pulls back on his t-shirt, glaring at the obvious burn hole, before digging in his bag and pulling out a patterned dress shirt and throwing it on; leaving it unbuttoned though.

The three get up and Danny makes them intangible and invisible, before flying them out and into an empty hallway.

Dash, meanwhile, gave up on chasing the weird loser. Instead going to the bathroom with a huff and staring down at his burnt? hand. Seriously wondering how and when that happened. There’s no way the little loser had done that, was there? Hugging and glaring at the mirror, “maybe Fenton’s more of a freak than a loser. A freak loser, even worse than the rest of those pathetic weaklings”. Before leaving the bathroom.

Danny can’t help but give Dash a shit-eating grin as the trio spot him while leaving the school. Pausing all three’s walking and tossing up the knife a few times. Grinning even more shit-eatingly when Dash clearly notices the knife.

At first Dash smirks at seeing the noticeable bandaid, talk about embarrassing, until -due to wanting his damn knife back- he gets close enough to read it; which Fenton obviously wanted. “Why you little freak!”, chasing after the three as they all run off. Only to lose them near instantly. It was really starting to piss him off how good the little freak loser was getting at escaping him.

Danny laughs in the alleyway, patting Tucker’s shoulder, “Tuck, you do realise I was insulting his ‘wit’ earlier and you put on a bandage that insults a persons wit!”.

Tucker smirks, knowing full well he’s about to be an asshole, “well you know what I realised? You could kill or destroy everything just by bleeding everywhere”.

Danny smacks him over the head as he stops laughing, “fuck you, you’re right and that’s horrifying, but fuck you”.

Sam smirks, “maybe you should get dePhantomed again so I can add a radioactive symbol to your back as a warning”.

Danny blinks and tilts his head at her, “you know...that would actually look kind of cool”.

“...I was joking”.

Danny just gives a shit-eating grin.

“Danny no”.

Danny gives the most shit-eating smug smile he can possibly manage. Effectively making it clear he won’t actually do something like that while also being a Jack ass.

Over the next few days, Danny wore an assortment of different insulting bandages and wound up getting a mild amount of respect for getting cut and stabbed but seemingly shrugging it off. While Danny just made a point to clean up after himself more and his two friends always had industrial-strength gloves on hand.

End.

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angelicthor · 5 years

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prologue

lance tucker’s sex coaching: prologue

pairing: lance tucker x reader

summary: after your only ever boyfriend decides its time to call it quits, you’re very reluctant to get back out into the dating game. Especially with your inexperience in the bedroom. But when your roommate and best friend Lance Tucker offers you sex lessons, who are you to say deny such an opportunity?

warnings: cheating, lance being lance

masterlist | lance tucker’s sex coaching masterlist

Dragging yourself through the front door, you dropped your purse with a sigh and tugged your coat from your form, groaning at the tension your muscles held after such a long day a work. You wanted nothing more than to strip out of your clothes and relax in the bath as your stresses melted away in the water. What you didn’t count on, however, was for your roommate to be sitting on the couch, beer in hand as he watched TV.

You and Lance had been friends since high school, something everyone had always found odd as you and Lance were the furthest thing from similar as two people could be; Lance was loud and outgoing, you were quiet and reserved. Lance loved to go out nearly every night to different clubs and bars whereas you preferred to curl up on the couch in the comfort of your own home. Lance was day and you were night – polar opposites if ever there were any, and yet you’d been inseparable since you’d met. You were there at all his try-outs and competitions, you were on the side-lines when he won gold, he came to your graduation and supported your career better than anyone else you knew. So naturally, when the time came to find your own place, you could think of no one better to live with than your best friend.

Living with Lance was always interesting to say the least, there was the endless stream of woman that would leave his bedroom in the early hours never to be seen again, there was the fact that he never seemed able to pick his boxers up from the bathroom floor which has caused you to physically throw them in his face in annoyance on more than one occasion, and there was the fact you saw a side of Lance Tucker than no one else ever did.

You saw him when he was at his best and his worst; you saw him stress over his gymnastic proteges he was coaching, you saw him dance around the kitchen when he cooked (which the man was surprisingly good at), you knew what a secret nerd he was with him practically dragging you to the latest Star Wars movie, you saw him freak out when he was convinced the pigeon on his bedroom window sill was staring at him - that man was deathly afraid of birds for reasons unknown to you but you couldn’t help the tears that spilled from your eyes when he came running into your room begging you to make the bird go away. You knew Lance better than anyone and he knew you better than anyone too.

So, you were more than shocked when you looked at the clock seeing the hands at nine and wondered why the hell Lance was still home alone when he was usually propped against some bar in the city looking for his latest conquest of the night.

“What are you doing home?”

“Nice to see you too,” Lance answered you sarcastically.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound that harsh, I was just shocked I guess,” You apologised as you made your way to the fridge, pulling out your own beer and popping the cap off.

“It’s alright, I wanted to talk to you actually – you’ve been working so late lately I’ve hardly seen you, but I wanted to ask; why didn’t you tell me you and Danny had split? I had to find out from Hope for Christs sake! Hope!”

Danny had been you first and only boyfriend, your love life was non-exist in high-school and that may or may not have had something to do with the crush you were harbouring on your best friend but once you had got to college you decided to put yourself out there and that’s when you met Danny. Lance had never been a fan of your boyfriend for reasons you never understood, whenever you asked him about it all he would say was that he ‘had a bad feeling about him’ or that ‘there’s something I just don’t like.’

This is what made you so reluctant to tell Lance that you and Danny had split up due to the fact that you found out he was cheating on you, Lance was surprisingly protective and part of you feared what he would do to Danny if he happened to see him.

“It’s not important, don’t worry about it Lance,” You sighed out, collapsing next to him on the couch as you took a swig of beer to try and distract yourself from Lance’s inquisitive stare.

“What do you mean ‘it’s not important’? You guys were together for years, what happened?”

“Lance-”

“I mean I didn’t even know you were having problems.”

“Lance-”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me? I could have helped-”

“HE CHEATED ON ME, OK?”

Lance stared at you with wide eyes after your outburst, mind processing the words you had screamed at him before his face fell into a deep frown, lips curling into a feral snarl.

“That stupid fucking dipshit, who the fuck does he…”

Lance’s aggression died on his tongue as he saw the tears that were trailing down your cheeks, your body wracked with silent sobs as you tried in vain to keep composure.

“Hey, hey; come here, it’ll be ok I promise. You were always too good for him anyway.” He pulled you into his broad chest, soothingly stroking up and down your back as you cried into the fabric of his t-shirt.

The two of you remained like that for some time, Lance’s arms wrapped securely around your form as you mindlessly watched the screen in front of you, not paying any attention to the show far too aware of the feeling of Lance pressed against you to care about the characters and their problems.

Lance’s hands moved up your back, fingers attempting to massage out the stiffness that your muscles had.

“Jesus Christ, are you this tense all the time?”

“Pretty much,” You muttered, words muffled by the material of his shirt.

“You need to get laid baby,” Lance chuckled out, ignoring the way your tensed even further at the words.

“What?”

“I’m serious, it’ll do you good. A little stress relief, a little rebound sex, it’ll do you a world of wonders Y/N. You should come out with me next time and I’ll be your wing man.”

You shot up from Lance’s chest like you had been burnt, his brows furrowing in confusion as you launched yourself away from him to the other side of the couch, clutching your knees to your chest as you vehemently shook your head.

“No, no. I can’t do that Lance.”

“What? Why not?” Lance asked, face scrunched up in confusion, “Y/N trust me you need a good lay, let yourself forget about that tool.”

“Lance, I can’t.”

“But Why?”

“I’m just not – Danny was the only person I’ve ever slept with ok? I’ve never exactly been confident in that area and knowing the only man I’ve ever had sex with ended up cheating on me makes me feel so much better about it all. Plus he said that – that I wasn’t very good anyway.”

“That fucker,” You heard Lance mutter under his breath, jaw clenching before he turned his attention back to you, “Ok – ok, so you need more experience, that’s fine darlin’, everybody needs practice.”

“Right, but I’m just not comfortable going out there trying to find someone to gain ‘experience’ with. The idea of hooking up with a stranger just isn’t for me Lance,” You mumbled, frustrated at this never-ending cycle you seemed to be trapped in.

“What if it wasn’t a stranger?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what if you practiced with someone you knew so you could go out there and not be so damn self-conscious?”

You stared at Lance in confusion as you pondered his words, that would be a perfect solution - you hated the fact that your insecurities in bed held you back from living your life like you wanted to, and you definitely needed more familiarity around a bedroom, but where the hell would you find yourself a sex coach?

“I mean, sure. That sounds ideal Tuck, you got someone in mind?” You joked, taking another drink from the bottle in your hand.

“Yeah; me.”

You choked on the liquid, spluttering as your throat burned, tears streaming from your eyes once more as Lance rushed to pat your back. “What did you say?” You croaked out, voice strained as you struggled to stop the cough rising in your chest.

“I said I could do it, I’m an excellent coach you know?” Lance teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you for good measure, “But seriously Y/N, if you want to do this, I’m up for it – I’ll teach you everything I know, by the end of it you’ll be so skilled you’ll be able to teach your new guy a thing or two.”

Your mind raced as you contemplated Lance’s proposal, it did seem like a good solution, your sexual inexperience weighing heavily on your mind whenever you even thought about going out there to try and find a new beau. And it wasn’t as if you and Danny had an adventurous sex life, there were still things you were unsure about. Maybe Lance was on to something.

“Wouldn’t it make things awkward?”

“Awkward? Us? Doubtful sweetness, besides it’ll be just like training, I’ll keep it strictly professional.”

You bit down on your lip as you slowly nodded, “Yeah, yeah ok, let’s do this.”

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super-fantasy-lover-writing · 5 years

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Be careful what you wish for

Such a simple warning. You think to yourself,what is the harm in wishing? Well,when in Amity Park you best heed that warning or rather don't ever say what you want or wish out loud.

Wes regretted ever wishing everyone would believe him about what he says. The wishing ghost had granted his wish. At first he had not known this, a few sarcastic remarks he made had interesting and harmless results,but eventually he caught on the moment everyone started looking at fenton after wes's usual rant about Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom being the same person.

At first he was overjoyed,then everything seemed to start snowballing as people spread this around. Danny and his friends looked worried, and were glaring at Wes. Dash seemed torn between what to think of Danny. Paulina was unsure of what to do,she had a shrine in her locker to Phantom but he was the uncool Fenton too.

Valerie seemed to be having a logic bomb meltdown,and many students were equally torn between the thought of Fenton and Phantom as the same person. Wes felt elated.

That only lasted up until the guys in white started walking through walls in weird suits,Danny and his friends disappeared from the school. The giws questioned everyone but soon they were focused on wes. Wes spilled everything he knew and thought he knew. They believed everything he told him.

Wes regretted his wish after he was made the spokesperson for the guys in white,but that was only after he figured out they were using him. Apparently they realized something was off about Wes and they recruited him,they never asked him questions again,they just fed him stuff to say then had him say it to a camera.

They knew what buttons to push to get him to do what they wanted,they had talked to his peers at school,talked to his neighbors,his parents. They figured out that what ever Wes said to anyone,they would believe it,even if it wasn't true,as long as only the person he was talking to heard him and no one else did,they could use that.

They tested it by broadcasting him saying that ghosts were evil and had to be destroyed. Then they had him say that Danny should turn himself in for the good of mankind. They had him tell the Fentons it would be for the good of the world for them to work with the guys in white to destroy the ghost zone.

Wes Remembers everything they had him say,he remembers the day Danny showed up at the guys in white headquarters to turn himself in. He remembers them killing Danny ' accidentally ', then being forced tell the Fentons it was for the best.

Then the guys in white and the Fentons worked together and created a bomb.....

He witnessed the bomb enter the ghost zone,after it went off,he watched as the world started literally dying around him.

It was world wide, earthquakes, tsunami, sinkholes, tornados,floods,fires, whirlpools, volcanoes , lightning storms, hail ,rain, sleet,snow, islands sinking, it was like hell on Earth. Ghosts were the least of anyone's problem anymore.

Wes saw the how shocked the guys in white were. Heard some blaming ghosts for what was happening to the world. Wes had a sinking feeling that it was his all his fault that this had happened. He had made everything possible due to people believing everything he said.

A group of guys in white and the Fentons opened the portal, Wes joined them. In the ghost zone,or the remains of it,was a literal sea of ectoplasm. There was strange debris in the green,they looked like smashed doors .floating islands in the sky were slowly sinking down towards the ectoplasm. On occasion, the ectoplasm would surge upward, forming screaming things before breaking up and collapsing back into the literal sea of ghost blood.

Wes realized all the ghosts in the zone had made this. It made him sick,but not as sick as it made him feel when he realized none of the group felt a shred of pity for the unfortunate souls below them.

The next thing he knew he was somewhere else. In front of him were these screen like things showing him scenes from around the world. Not long after there was nothing left but empty space. He didn't understand what he was seeing but it freaked him out worse that seeing the ghost zone melting.

"Of all the ways for the world to end I'm sure you'd be surprised how common a wish can destroy the world".

Wes turned to see a ghost with a clock in it's chest.

(i don't know how to end this)

( could not figure out how to end it,cause Wes still has the wish on him,and clockwork i don't know if he would be immune,and stuff like that)

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #wes #wes ended the world with a wish

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sweetlysilent · 5 years

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Could you write a fic with Tom where the reader and Tom are exes and they aren’t over each other so they get back together? Thx!

hii bb!! thank you for sending in a request!! much love

“Okay spill, where is he taking you tonight?” Your friend Kayla pressed, an excited expression on her face as she clamped her hands together, resting her chin on them as you rolled your eyes playfully at her behavior, taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“If I tell you will you stop bugging me?” You laughed softly, your finger tracing the rim of your cup, as you gave her a faint smile.

“I can’t promise you anything Y/N, you know how I am.” She teased, even though she was serious, she just couldn’t help herself sometimes.

“Yeah, I do.” You snorted, letting out a small laugh as you leaned back against your chair.

You two had decided to go to your favorite coffee shop, both of you in the mood for a nice hot cup of hot chocolate, which the place you were at made the best hot chocolate you’d ever had in your entire life.

“Okay, so, Danny didn’t give me much, but he told me to dress nice, so pretty much go full glam, the whole shebang, and that he has something important to ask me.” You smiled, your face flushing a bit as Kayla’s eyes widened, her jaw falling open.

“You don’t think he’s going to y’know pop the question, do you?” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, trying to contain her excitement for you.

“I honestly have no idea,” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders, taking a swig of your hot chocolate, “But there’s a good chance that the next time you see me, I might have a ring on my finger.” You squealed quietly, a bright smile on your face as Kayla tapped the table in excitement.

“I’m so happy for you Y/N, you’ve grown so much over these past two years, I’m so glad you found someone like Danny that makes you this happy, unlike you know who.” She rolled her eyes at the last part, taking a sip of her own hot chocolate as you gave her a weak smile, flashbacks of your old relationship entering your mind.

“It’s honestly crazy, I never thought I’d get over him.” You admitted, your eyes zoning out as you looked out the cafe window. “I wonder what he’s up to know.” You spoke aloud, taking another sip of your drink, not noticing Kayla’s eyes widen like saucers.

“Well, now’s your chance to find out.” Her voice rang throughout your ears, causing your brows to furrow at her words. “What do you mean? I haven’t spoken to-” You began, but she was quick to cut you off, “Turn around.” She spoke quickly, her eyes still glued to who had just walked into the shop.

Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, but you did as she said, turning around in your seat far enough to look behind you, your eyes widening a bit as they landed on a familiar brunette.

You couldn’t help but look him over, his hair was a bit longer, making his curls more prominent than before, you could tell he had been working out more, his toned body showing through his black t-shirt. Overall he looked more put together, more mature, stable, and if you dare say it, happy.

Your heart ached the more you looked at him, memories flooding your head as you began to breathe a bit heavier. You quickly turned back around in your seat, your heart racing as you began to panic. “What is he doing here?” You whisper shouted at Kayla as she shrugged her shoulders, her face expression strained.

“I have no idea, but he didn’t come alone,” She began, causing your expression to drop immediately, causing Kayla to panic for a second, “Not with a girl, I mean he came with Harrison, blondie is here too.” She raised her eyebrows at the last part, an amused smile on her lips as she checked out Harrison.

“He still looks hot as hell.” Kayla sighed, as you rolled your eyes in response to your friend daydreaming about Harrison. “Hey, snap out of it.” You snapped your fingers in front of her face, making her blink a few times, her face flushing a light pink as you shook your head in amusement.

“Oh no.” Kayla mumbled, her eyes flickering from you to behind you, making you freeze in your seat. “What? What do you mean ‘oh no.’” You questioned frantically, her eyes widening as she glanced back to you. “He’s coming over here.” She whispered, giving a weak smile to you as you began to panic even more.

“No! No I can’t see him.” You whisper shouted at her, your whole body starting to heat up as you covered your face, chills going down your arms as you heard a voice clear next to you.

“Y/N?” The familiar voice spoke, the British accent easy to recognize as you let out a sigh, removing your hands from your face as you turned your head to look up at him.

“Hey Tom..” You mumbled, a faint smile on your lips as he looked down at you, Harrison standing next to him. “Fancy seeing you here.” Tom joked, trying to lighten the air between the two of you as you nodded slowly, glancing over at Kayla who was watching you and Tom intently.

“Well.. It is my favorite coffee shop.. Soo..” You answered, your voice trailing off as you took a sip of your drink, things becoming awkward between the four of you. “Yes. Right. I knew that.” Tom nodded his head, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“Oh for the love of god, mate, just ask already.” Harrison groaned, rolling his eyes as Tom shoved his friends arm, earning a glare from Harrison in response.

You however gave them both a confused expression, your brows furrowing as Tom gave you a hesitant smile. “Can we talk? Like.. Just us two for a minute?” He questioned, as you thought it over for a moment, before nodding your head. “Sure. Lets go outside.” You suggested, even though it was cold out, you knew that way you’d have more privacy.

You stood up, putting your jacket on and grabbing your drink as you and Tom headed outside, while Harrison decided to take your seat, now sitting with Kayla, who was freaking out on the inside.

Once you made it outside, you found a bench the two of you could sit on.

You both sat down, a few inches apart from each other, an awkward silence falling over the two of you.

“What are you doing here Tom?” You finally broke the ice, wanting to know why he was here in the first place. “It’s a coffee shop Y/N, I was getting something to drink.” Tom responded, motioning to the cup in his hand as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Whenever I came here when we were together you never came with me, told me you hated coffee.” You shot back at him, causing his face to flush slightly. “Doesn’t mean I can’t come here to get anything else though.” He counteracted, glancing over at you as you let out a sigh.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this little game you’re playing, you said you wanted to talk, so what it is?” You spoke, a slight bit of annoyance in your voice as Tom shuffled his feet a bit.

“Just hear me out okay?” He began, turning in his spot a bit so he could face you better, making you nervous. “Ever since we broke up my life has been shit, sure I’ve been doing movies and going to premiers and hanging out with friends, but none of that means anything if I can’t come home to you.” He began, your heart racing in your chest as his expression saddened.

“I miss you Y/N, I miss us, even my family misses you, they always ask how you’re doing and I still don’t have the heart to tell them we aren’t together.” Tom confessed, his lip quivering slightly as he looked down at his hands.

“Tom..” You began, but he gave you a pleading look, making you stop talking.

“You were right, I didn’t come here to get something to drink, I was looking for you in hopes of running into you.” Tom admitted, a broken chuckle leaving his lips as you stared at him, your eyes starting to water.

“I’ve been a mess without you Y/N, and if I’m being honest, I’ve never stopped loving you, sure I tried moving on, but nobody compares to you, it’s always going to be you.” Tom choked out, a tear rolling down as you looked at him nervously.

“I-I don’t know what to say..” You whispered, your eyes flickering from him to the ground. “Say that you’ll take me back, please.” Tom begged, taking one of your hands in his.

You shut your eyes tightly at his words, you knew you were going to break his heart with what you were about to tell him, but he deserved to know.

“Tom.. I-I’m dating someone right now..” You whispered, lifting your head slowly to see his face drop instantly, the light in his eyes going dull within an instant.

“Who?” He questioned, his voice hard as you swallowed thickly, “His name is Danny, I’m actually uh.. Meeting him tonight.. He wants to ask me something.” You spoke, the awkwardness laced within your voice as Tom nodded slowly.

“Is he what you want?” Tom questioned, his voice a bit bitter as you rolled your eyes at his tone. “Honestly, I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulders, catching Tom off guard, “What I had wanted was a life with you, but you broke it off and left so fast that I never even understood why you did what you did in the first place.” You confessed, turning in your spot a bit to get a good look at him.

“I know, I know what I did was a dick move, but at the time I thought what I was doing was right, for the both of us, but now looking back I can see what I did was wrong and that it hurt us both.” Tom explained, his eyes pleading into yours as you let out a sigh.

“You know even after all this time I thought I erased you from my heart, replaced that feeling with Danny, but sitting here with you, talking, reminiscing, it’s bringing everything back.” You admitted, letting out a sigh as you watched a few cars drive by.

“So what are you going to do then Y/N? Who’s it going to be?” Tom questioned, his eyes not once leaving your face as you stared out into the street.

Your mind was filled with questions, you didn’t know if you were making the right choice, the past few hours had your whole life flipped upside down.

You stood outside, your black dress hugging your figure nicely as you checked your phone, before you heard feet pattering up to you.

“Hey beautiful.” Danny greeted you, a smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, embracing you with a warm hug. “Hey.” You hummed, hugging him back before you both broke apart.

“Are you ready to go?” Danny questioned, the smile on his lips slowly fading when he saw your hesitance. “Y/N, what’s wrong sweetheart?” Danny questioned, his voice soft as he took your hand in his.

A tear slid down your cheek, a small sob leaving your lips, causing Danny to become even more concerned than before.

“Y/N, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” He asked once more, his hands rubbing your arms up and down.

“What’s wrong is.. I’m about to break your heart, and it’s not fair to you, you’re the sweetest guy I know and you’re so loving and caring and..” You sniffled, tilting your head back as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

“You deserve someone so much better than me Danny..” You whispered, your voice trailing off as Danny’s face dropped. “Did I do something wrong?” He questioned, his voice cracking at the end as you shook your head frantically.

“No. No, you didn’t do anything wrong, in fact you’re the most perfect and kind hearted guy there is.” You gave him a weak smile, as he shook his head. “Then I don’t understand why you’re doing this, I thought we- I thought we were good?” His statement came out more as a question, as he rubbed his eyes.

“We were Danny, I promise, but things changed, today I ran into Tom.” You admitted, causing him to freeze and look at you. “So he’s the one behind this? He’s the reason you’re breaking up with me?” Danny questioned, his voice becoming louder as he spoke.

“I can’t help how I feel Danny, it’s not fair to you if I still love him.” You choked out, a few tears falling down your cheeks as he gave you an incredible stare. “This is unbelievable,” He muttered, rubbing his forehead as you sniffled, “To think I was about to ask you to marry me, I’m sure as hell glad I didn’t now, saved me the embarrassment.” Danny mumbled, crushing your heart.

“I’m so sorry Danny.” You whimpered, causing him to sigh and turn to look at you. “I know you are, and I think that’s what hurts most, because I fell in love with you for that very reason, you stay true to your heart, and if that’s with Tom, then I won’t stand in your way, even though I don’t want you to go.” Danny spoke sadly, taking a few steps towards you as you sniffled once more.

“There’s always going to be a spot in my heart for you Danny, you know that right?” You whispered, looking into his glossy eyes as he smiled sadly. “Yeah Y/N, I know.” He sniffled, looking you over once more before pressing a kiss to your cheek one last time.

“I wish you the best Y/N.” He whispered, giving you a faint smile before turning and walking back to his car, looking at you one last time before driving off, leaving you alone.

You could feel your heart shattering, you knew deep down it was the right thing to do, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that you could’ve had a different life with Danny.

“Y/N?” A voice called your name, grabbing your attention as you turned to see Tom walking towards you.

You couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of him, a familiar feeling soaring through your body as he slowly approached you.

He quickly noticed your tear stained cheeks, your mascara smeared a bit, causing him to become a bit concerned.

“What happened?” He hesitantly questioned, brushing his thumb over your cheek to get rid of one of your tears as you melted into his touch.

“I chose you Tommy,” You whispered, watching his eyes widen in surprise, as you smiled in response, “It’s always been you.”

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Past and Present: Chapter 16

Danny! Danny! Danny, wake up!"

The green-eyed ghost opened his eyes to warm hands on his shoulders and the sound of a voice.

'Her voice!'

"Sam!?" he breathed, finally starting to come to.

"Oh thank god!" Sam sighed, leaning back to take a breath herself.

"What? What's going on?"

He sat up and looked around, coming to realize that he had no idea where they were.

"Well, you got hit in the head with a boomerang, for one, and now we're in the bathroom at Nasty Burger." Sam said, with a bit of sarcasm.

But Danny's sense for sarcasm was off as he rubbed his head where the boomerang had hit.

"Boomerang?"

"Long story…" Sam began. Upon seeing his eye brows raised, she elaborated.

"The Fentons have another stupid invention… I think Jack called it the Booo-merang? Anyway, Jack was freaking out because you left DNA all over their lab last night – way to go – and so he decided to have it track you down."

Memories of the previous evening slowly came back as Danny remembered having visited the lab. What he really remembered were the photos he discovered, but now that he put his mind to it, he did recall touching some weird device.

"It was a tracker?"

He made a mental note to stop touching the Fentons' stuff.

"Apparently. It keyed into your signature and didn't let up until it found you," Sam continued.

Danny was still trying to piece things together. To his knowledge, he had never left a DNA imprint in the lab before, and he had been there loads of times.

His eyes were flickering blue, he was craving burgers, and now he was leaving DNA all over the lab. Something was malfunctioning somewhere and he was starting to get curious.

"How did… How did you find me?" he managed to choke out between confusing thoughts.

Sam blushed, not wanting to reveal the things she had seen on the Fenton's computer and the way they had made her feel.

"Well… I may have been poking around the lab… and found Jack's program that tells the user where the booo-merang went…" She quickly looked away, hoping her face wasn't too red.

All of his questions about his condition disappeared as he heard what she said.

"So I guess that means you forgive me?"

She quickly turned back around.

"Hold on Danny Fenton! That means no such thing!"

'Ok, maybe it does….' she thought.

While he had been ready to explain his side and try to win her back, Danny found himself, yet again, distracted by what she had just said.

'Has she ever used your last name? Did she even know it?'

"Did you say Fenton?"

Although he already knew she had visited the graveyard, he tried his best not to reveal that knowledge as they sat in the bathroom stall and Sam explained the last 48 hours.

"After everything that happened at my house, you know, with my… grandma…" she managed to choke out, still a bit unsure about how she felt, "I couldn't go back. Not right away. I couldn't face the truth. Not about her, not about you."

Sam was finally coming to recognize the emotions she had felt the past two days and how stupid she was to think that she couldn't talk to her grandmother about any of it.

"I freaked out. Made some stupid decisions, and ended up at Tucker's."

She was careful to avoid the part where she had considered the school roof again.

"A few hours of video games and I realized there was really only one place for answers: the graveyard"

The whole time she was explaining the story, she had slowly begun to move closer to Danny, coming to find herself close enough to lean in, and it was really hard for her to resist just that.

Danny listened in silence, knowing that this was a story Sam needed to tell without interruption.

"I found your plot. And it helped. A lot." She finished with a small sigh, finally turning to look him the eyes.

Danny didn't know what to say. Here they were, sitting on the bathroom floor of a greasy burger restaurant, with the girl next to him spilling her guts.

After what seemed like decades, he finally managed to speak.

"Sam, I'm so, so sorry."

She leaned over and wrapped her warm arms around his cold body. The two of them embraced in a warming hug, while small reflections of blue shown in the mirror behind her.

They stayed locked in their embrace for at least five more minutes, Danny's cold body becoming warmer against Sam's.

'So this is what heaven feels like…'

Danny slowly faced her, their eyes locking briefly before Danny opened his mouth to speak.

"Sam, do I feel warm to you?" he asked.

Taken aback by his question, Sam pulled away slightly.

"Well of course, we have been holding each other for a while now," she said, trying to hide her worry.

Danny got up, shocking her a bit, and continued.

"True, but no amount of human contact can make me as warm as I feel. And then there's the flickering, and the eyes… I just wish Clockwork would have told me more…"

"Clockwork?" Sam asked, trying to hide that she recognized the name from a few days ago.

Danny had been so wrapped up in his relationship with Sam that he had forgotten that he hadn't actually told her about Clockwork.

"The ghost who resurrected me, the one who sent me here. His name is Clockwork but many call him 'The Master of Time' because he controls the past, present, and future, and can predict what may or may not happen."

"Sounds kinda fishy to me," Sam said disdainfully, "If he can control so much, why couldn't he tell you more about what might happen to you?"

While he had hoped to have this conversation at her home, somehow they had found themselves having it on the floor of a greasy bathroom. But location aside, Danny needed to know where Sam stood.

"I get the feeling he didn't know either. And while I wish he had told me more about my past, looking back at the day I was resurrected, I feel like he was speculating a lot himself. Like he didn't really know what to expect going forward. "

It had taken a lot of soul searching for Danny to reach this conclusion, and in all honestly he felt like until this point, he had never been able to fully grasp Clockwork's powers.

'You sure are one strange ghost, Clockwork. I wish you had told me more, explained more, or even just filled me in on your powers. It would make this all so much easier'

Danny needed to get the time ghost out of his head and bring the story back to him and Sam. After all, there were a lot of things he had been dying to say since her disappearance.

"Sam, tell me the truth, are you worried about me, about my powers?" Danny said, a bit forcefully.

She turned back around, trying to hide the worry in her eyes.

"Danny…I…"

Before she could continue the sound of knocking flooded the room.

"Hey! What's going on in there! I need to go!"

'Shoot. We're in a bathroom!'

Reluctantly, Danny looked at her, implying that this conversation wasn't over, and they slowly walked to the door and clicked it unlocked. But instead of ushering her to walk out with him, he strode back over, picked her up and silently flew them both through the wall, out into the open air.

CRASH!

The door flew open, and an angry Dash Baxter looked around, finding no one on the other side.

"What idiot locked this thing after using it?" he said out loud.

Together they flew above the city, high enough to not need Danny's invisibility.

Although still overcoming her initial frustration with Danny and trying to make sense of their interrupted conversation, Sam couldn't say no to flying.

'So magical. So breathtaking. So free…'

In his arms all the frustrations of the past few days seemed to melt away, leaving Sam with a calm sense of safety.

'The last two days have been such a test. How am I even supposed to choose between the pain he caused and the love he shows?'

'You can't. That's why this is so hard. That's why you should have just walked away. That's why you should have died that night.'

Somehow that first night on the school gym had resurfaced again, as it seemed to do a lot lately. Yes, she was grateful Danny had stopped her, but was it really worth all the heartache that had come since?

'If he hadn't come, saved me, I could be in a better place right now, with no worries about family drama and heartbreak. Heck, maybe I'd even be a ghost myself!'

The thought had occurred to her a couple times that dying could lead to becoming a ghost, just like Danny, and then all their problems would be solved. No issues of aging, saving, or human/ghost relationship drama. Just simple ghost love.

'But really, do you think Clockwork would bring someone back who intentionally wanted to die?'

That was the thought that stopped her every time.

'Especially with no one here looking for me; after all, Mom and Dad are barely around, and grandma would never forgive me for what I wanted to do…'

'At least Danny had a family who cared. Parents. Girlfriend. Sister and now nephew. They never stopped looking, caring, trying.'

While Sam was lost in thought, Danny kept quiet, enjoying the weight of her warm body as he flew the familiar path towards Sam's home, letting the issues he had brought up slip away with the wind.

"Danny, tell me about Jazz…"

Sam's voice cutting through the peaceful quiet took Danny by surprise.

"Sam, how did you…?" He began, although he fully knew the answer.

"You don't think I didn't see her plot next to yours last night?" she asked, blushing.

"Well, I guessed maybe, but I didn't think it mattered. Why the sudden interest?"

He continued to hold her as they flew, but the flight was becoming a bit more difficult as he tried to retrieve more memories.

"I know she was your sister, and Jack's mom. I just thought maybe there was a connection between her and why Jack is so interested in you..." Sam trailed off, starting to think this was a bad idea.

If Danny thought so too, he tried not to show it as he provided the answers he had.

"Yes. Jazz was my sister. Older by two years. Always the brainiac, destined for Harvard Med."

It was happening again: memories Danny didn't even know he had were coming back to him like they had yesterday.

"Do you know if she ever went?" Sam asked curiously.

This was a toughone for Danny, having died before he was able to see it happen.

"She was at the community college when I graduated," he gulped, trying to hold back ghostly tears. "Taking pre-bio classes because she wanted to be at home to watch after me. She had always watched out for me, even when I was a baby. Keeping me safe and making sure nothing harmed me."

Their flight was getting stiffer, and Sam could tell it would be best if Danny just set her down and they talked on solid ground, but he didn't seem to want to stop and she didn't want to interrupt him.

"She went to community college so she could see me through high school, but doing so deferred her from Harvard by a couple years. I don't know if she ever transferred over…"

Sam felt a drop of wet on her head and looked up to see small tears falling from Danny's blue eyes as he told his story.

"Danny, I'm… so… Wait! Tears!?"

"Hmmm? Danny said, suddenly taken aback by her change in expression.

Before they could say anymore, Danny found himself falling back to the ground, his grip on Sam loosened as they both fell to the world below.

Clockwork banged his staff against his screen, frustration radiating through it in the form of electricity, causing the screen to turn to static.

"Daniel! What is happening to you!? What have I done? Why am I letting you feel these emotions? These HUMAN emotions? Is one vision of the future really worth it!?"

Turning and floating away from his screen, the ghost didn't get the chance to see the young ghost fall to the world below.

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