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charcoalhawk · 1 year

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A flight without feathers

A persons wings can change any number of times throughout their life, some keep the same wings they were born with, some people change over a dozen times throughout their life.

Fourth fic for the 2023 Phic Phight. Prompt was from @seaglass-skies: Everyone is born with wings unique to them, a reflection of themselves. But that means the wings all have one thing in common - they disappear when a person dies.

Grandpa Walter loves rules.

“No dessert before dinner”, “no flying after dark”, “no roughhousing near the fine china”. He had a whole whole whole lot of em. But they mostly made sense. Danny remembers sneaking out to fly after dark back home once, and almost hitting a power line because he couldn’t see it in the dark.

Grandpa Walter also let them have the most fun. He’d take him and Jazz way way way up high with his giant eagle wings and let them glide back down.

His wings are so big, he remembers one night they had all been visiting aunt Alicia and Dad had been able to hide completely behind grandpa when Aunty had chased him around trying to preen his feathers.

Danny’s wings are still pretty small, and he still needs help to actually get in the air. Jazz had just had her first solo flight on her sixth birthday, and not two weeks later Danny had got to see someone’s wings change.

Danny remembers the day his sister’s wings changed. As long as he could remember they had been these pretty red wings, almost the color of her hair, but those last few weeks after cleanings there had been these darker feathers appearing in their place.

Mom called them iridescent, Danny just thought they were shiny.

Danny liked Jazz’s new wings, and he could tell she did too.

Finally, they went up for their weekly visit to their grandpa, and he helped Jazz finally clean her primaries and the last bit of her molt, leaving these beautiful dark blue-green feathers in their place.

“Let’s fly, let's fly!” Danny cheered, hopping around the circle of feathers on the ground.

“Maybe later,” grandpa carded a careful hand through Jazz’s new primaries, “now come on little blue-jay, little red, let’s head inside, if your hands are washed in three minutes maybe we can have some ice cream.”

“But that name doesn’t fit me anymore!”

“Oh you're right! Maybe over ice cream we can look up your new wings and find a new nickname.”

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Danny knows grandpa is old, he sees it in the way he sits down and in the gray in his hair in feathers.

But, his mom and dad are old! He doesn’t get why sometimes his parents keep telling him and Jazz to remember how old grandpa is. When he asks Jazz she tells him it’s because grandpa isn’t the healthiest, so they might only have a few more years with him.

For a long time Danny doesn’t understand, he sees his grandpa every week and he always is the same. Maybe as the months go on he has to fly less because he can’t carry them both, but then mom can’t carry them both either anymore, so he can’t see what the big deal is.

But, all feathers fall, eventually.

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His mom gets the call right as they’re about to leave for school. Danny is glaring at Jazz because she stole his last pancake while Dad tries to clean the toaster oven on ectoplasm after he accidentally knocked a can of it over with his wings.

Mom reaches for the landline as Danny snatches Jazz’s last piece of bacon in retaliation.

“Oh” Mom’s voice cracks. Her wings droop like they’re full of water.

“Maddie?” Dad looks up from the toaster, his wings starting to fluff up.

She ignores him.

“Yes, yes absolutely.” His Mom seems almost transfixed with whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying, “Do you need help with-? No, no yes I understand. Send me the address and we’ll be there.”

With that Danny can hear the phone go dead, and for a second the kitchen is filled with the sound of ruffling feathers.

Mom finally looks to his Dad.

“It’s, my dad passed away last night, Alicia found out when he didn’t call her this morning.”

“Grandpa’s, he’s gone?” Jazz asks, pushing her chair back to stand up.

“Yes.” Danny can start to see tears in his mom’s eyes, “I’m- Alicia said he,” she can’t finish.

With two large steps his Dad is completely covering her with his wings as he hugs her, but Danny and Jazz can still hear her muffled sobs.

His Mom almost never cries. Danny can remember her crying when he flew for the first time or when Jazz’s wings changed, but whenever they got hurt she would always be strong.

Oh, Danny realizes. His Grandpa is gone.

They don’t end up going to school that day.

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The church they arrive at is huge.

Mom looks uncomfortable as they walk inside, shifting with her pressed shirt as they walk down the entrance.

Danny has only been inside churches a few times, mostly when extended family visit for a holiday. Mom says they’re going to meet with the person in charge of Grandpa's memorial service because aunt Alicia needed to do some last minute things.

Dad had gone to get Jazz from a friend’s house so it was just him and mom there with the person who was in charge.

The woman waiting for them seems very nice. She smiles at both of them, and doesn’t get angry when mom can’t smile back.

Mom asks him to stay in the main hall, but the woman had said that Grandpa was in the main room, and Danny just has to see him.

The door isn’t locked, and when he peeked inside the room was empty except for the chairs and the box, the coffin, on the other side of the room.

Grandpa’s coffin is so small.

Mom had told him not to touch anything, but Danny just had to look. The last time he saw Grandpa he had been just fine.

As he approaches he sees that the top of the coffin is off, but he still can see inside because of the elevated platform it’s on.

After a moment's consideration he hauls one of the chairs, and uses it to look into where his grandpa is.

He doesn’t know what he expects to see, but one thing becomes very clear as he looks down at his Grandpa’s still form. Because now Danny understands why they could make the coffin so small, it’s because his wings are gone.

He remembers mom saying that when you died you lost your wings, but to him it always sounded like it was something that took a lot of time, like how mummy’s didn’t have noses because over the million billion years it took for them to find them their wings had slowly gone away.

The only thing that makes sense is if someone stole his wings.

Danny remembers a movie he saw, very late one night after his Grandpa had thought he had gone to bed. In the movie the police had found someone murdered in their own home, body completely unharmed, but the second they saw the body they knew the person was dead because someone had taken their wings.

Danny busts out of the room and runs towards the woman his mom and now dad are talking to. As he gets closer he can see the woman is still smiling, which only makes him madder.

As he finally reaches the group he hears his dad start to ask where he was, but Danny has something important to do.

He winds up his foot, just like Jazz taught him, and crashes his foot into the woman’s shin.

He pours all the rage and grief his little body can handle into the kick, and then he can’t say anything because his throat closes up around his tears.

“You- you stole Grandpa’s wings!”

“Danny, what on earth are you talking about?” His mom has crouched down to him, as his dad apologizes to the woman and Jazz looks towards the room Danny came from.

“”Honey,” mom’s voice catches like when she first told them that Grandpa had died. “A person’s wings disappear when they die, once the heart stops and the brain stops thinking a person's wings fade away in a matter of minutes.”

“But that doesn’t make sense! Grandpa’s wings were real! My wings are real! They can’t just disappear! They’d have to decam- decome- rot for them to disappear!”

“I’m so sorry kiddo,” his dad’s large hand rests against his still ruffled feathers. “We should have explained it to you better after it happened. We thought we had prepared you for what your grandpa was going to look like, but we should have made sure you really heard what we were saying.”

Things calm down after that. The woman doesn’t seem mad that Danny kicked her, which only makes him feel worse. When they enter the room properly as guests start to arrive Danny can’t bring himself to look at the other end of the room.

The entire service Danny has to sit in the back of the room with his head buried in Jazz’s shoulder. He can’t stand to look at that tiny box that is supposed to hold his grandpa.

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Danny finds out dying sucks.

He can still hear the whine of the portal powering up every night. There are times he can’t concentrate because his limbs hum like they’re connected to a live wire.

And that’s not even getting into the fact that he can somehow become a ghost at will.

The worst thing though, is the fact that he lost his wings.

At least, they disappear when he’s Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom, on the other hand, is a ghost with wings.

When he first wakes up it’s to his parents' horrified screams. He’s rushed off to the hospital, and doctors do just about every test under the sun to try and figure out what happened to him.

He finds out that it’s very rare to lose one's wings and survive. Usually whatever let’s wings manifest is pretty good at judging what’s alive and dead, seeing as coma patients never lose their wings even without brain activity.

But it is possible.

He meets Vlad, an old family friend who also now lives without wings.

Of course, the guy also turns out to blame his dad entirely for the accident and tries to get Danny to be ‘his son’ because he’ll understand him so much better than his dad and mom ever will now. So, he doesn’t think they’ll be bonding any time soon.

The first time he transforms, the first thing he notices is the familiar weight of wings on his back.

They’re not his dark raven wings, at least not fully. Some of them look like they have molted back into his childhood blue, which makes no sense in Danny’s opinion.

He finds he can make them intangible with minimal effort, because the last thing he needs is to give his parents another target when shooting at his ghost form. While around other ghosts he tries his best to play it off as a ghostly mutation, but none of them are fooled. Not even Plasmius has wings, so he knows it isn’t a halfa thing, just another thing that makes him a freak to both sides.

At least his wings are useful in a fight, letting him fly faster.

Most ghosts are at least indifferent to his wings, having been dead so long they seem to have lost how it connected them to life. Some do care, Skulker has made it no secret that he’d like to pin his wings on his wall along with his pelt, which still makes Danny queasy.

It’s as he’s releasing the annoying hunter into the zone for the nth time that he senses a new ghost approaching.

Most ghosts only hang around the portal when they want to try and cause havoc in the human realm, so Danny already doesn’t have a good feeling about this.

The ghost is moving towards him at a leisurely pace, but even from this distance Danny knows they’re strong.

His wings itch from having been kept intangible for so long, he might have to use them to make a quick getaway if the ghost tries to attack while they’re all still in the zone.

The ghost looms. Danny knows he isn’t the tallest guy, but the other ghost has him beat by at least four feet.

“What are you doing here, boy.” The ghost’s voice is very monotone, “according to section 23G subsection 122-456A you are in violation of zone haunts and will need to-“

Yep, definitely getting out of here. With a flick of his wings he zips back towards the portal entrance, wings flared in an attempt to deter the other ghost from following him.

But then the ghost stops dead, staring at Danny intently.

“Little Blue-Jay?”

#danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #team human #no beta i die like danny #maddie fenton #Walker #jack fenton #jazz fenton #wing fic #Walker is Maddie’s father #death #mourning

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lord-of-0blivion · 1 year

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-Prompt-

Danny gets his hatred of clowns from his mother, who has taken a kill on sight vow on the Joker for murdering her father (Walker). Walker has the same vow as Maddie, because the Joker has taken him away from his daughter.

Que Phantom, tierd of both of their shit.

He picks up both Maddie and Walker by the nape of their necks like feral overgrown kittens, flies both of the to Gotham, drops the right in front of Arkham, shoves ecto riffles in their hands and goes-

Phantom:"There! Now, go work your issues out," and points towards the gates "Happy Hunting! I want his knees on my mantle when you get back!" He then proceedes to do a loopty-loop as he flies away.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dp prompt #ghost zone #batman #maddie fenton #the joker

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 1 year

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"I'm telling you, she's the best bloody runes expert this side of the Mississippi," John Constantine told the other members of the Justice League as he raised his hand to knock on the old screen door. He hadn't expected his ex-wife to stay here, in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, but Spittoon, Arkansas, was the hill-billy hole it was when he last left. "If anyone can decipher the ritual to summon the ghost king, it's her--"

The door disappeared before he could knock, and a shotgun was shoved in his face. John smiled the best he could. "Hey, sweetheart."

Alicia Walker glared back at him. "Constantine."

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This is the "John Constantine used to be married to Danny Fenton's Aunt Alicia" AU. Some idea's I've had:

Maddie introduced them. Maddie had dragged Alicia into studying ghosts, but Alicia ended up fascinated by the occultism of ghosts, more metaphysical than scientific. Maddie, wanting to support the sister that was supporting her, found Constantine, introduced the two, and they got along enough to bang.

it was a shotgun wedding. Alicia got pregnant and damn if she was going to let her baby be born without a father, so John ends up marrying her. He doesn't really mind since Alicia's nice enough and the sex is good, but he isn't exactly an attentive husband.

The baby is actually twins! a boy and a girl.

The babies are born without complications, but the baby boy, the first born... goes missing.

In addition to selling his soul to multiple parties, John had also sold the soul of his first born... probably to multiple parties. And he'd forgotten all about it until Alicia calls him, sobbing, saying their son has gone missing.

Needless to say, once she knows, John is divorced within the week.

the newborn daughter is given to Maddie to take care of; Alicia can even look at her without remembering her dead son, she knows she wouldn't be able to take care of a baby the way it needs. she can barely take care of herself.

(Jazz finds out that her aunt is her biomom when Danny is born. She never hates her aunt for giving her up; in fact, it's Alicia's depression and grief that makes Jazz want to study psychology in the first place)

Alicia moves to Spittoon to isolate herself, but the close knit community won't let her self-destruct. They help her rebuild herself in the middle of nowhere and she discovers a love for farming rhubarb.

John only shows up once before for Alicia's help, but the town chases away that nasty ex-husband of hers before she sees him, with his yuppie-accent and dirty clothes. They don't want him around her.

Alicia grows content with her life. She keeps all her occult books locked in the attic, out of sight and out of mind, and while she might regret not having been able to raise her daughter, she loves her niece and nephew and spoils them when they come to visit.

All's right in the world.

Until one day, Jazz and Danny come to her door in the middle of the night, desperate and injured.

Not too long after that, her yuppie ex-husband come around, asking her to look over some nonsense summoning circle. What's Constantine trying to summon anyway, the demon of astrology!?

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom crossover #dc crossover #c: john constantine #c: danny fenton #c: aunt alicia #c: jazz fenton #child death cw #child abandonment cw #totally understandable child abandonment but still #alicia was not in a good place after demons took her son #danny phantom is the ghost king #making jazz their kid seemed natural #since a blond and a redhead making a ginger seems more possible than a black haired and an auburn making a ginger #maybe vlad knows? and that's why he's not as interested in jazz #he seems like the type to think adopted kids aren't as important as blood kids #which is ironic considering him and danny

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furiarossa · 2 months

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"Danny looked down, thinking. Only then did he notice an inscription on the pedestal holding the three statues. “Madeline Walker | Vlad Masters | Jack Fenton The ghost friends honor them, April the 3rd, 1983: For the heroic saving of our lives" «They… they never told me anything» Danny looked at the statue, then at Skulker, then back at the statue «Why?»."

Okay, this lineart is so good that inspired a scene in me (I wrote it, even though I practically never write in English) and TWO different color versions.

7th submission for the @green-with-envy-phandom-event! This is a collab: the lineart was created by the awesome @ecto-stone, while we did the color.

Alternative (golden) version + ficlet under the cut!

Danny approached the sculptural group, vaguely in disbelief. At first he didn't really understand what he was seeing... he just had the feeling that it was something familiar, that the shapes of those greenish bodies reminded him of something. There were three people, dressed like ghostbusters, with tools and protective goggles. There were also other details, rays and small figures.

Danny squinted. One of the three was too similar to his father... but younger, with more hair, with a cheeky smile. So the other two, they were... yes, he had only seen them like this one other time, in a photograph from their college days, but... they must have been his mother Maddie and Vlad Masters.

It was quite impressive, to see a statue of three people he knew so well as adults, but immortalized forever, frozen in time, as the version of them that had been real only years before.

«Why is there a statue of them in this place?» He asked Skulker «They are ghostbusters, why did you immortalize them here, in the Ghost Zone?».

Skulker looked up at the sculptural group, his gaze unreadable, machine-like. But his silence, which lasted a few moments too long, spoke for him.

«It's a celebration» He said «From the times of the ectoquake. We all risked dying... or losing all the information in our cores, due to altered magnetism» he touched his chest with his large gloved hand «We would have forgotten who we are, we would have become a bunch of babbling ectoplasms devouring each other to survive, unable to recognize ourselves. A fate worse than death».

Danny looked down, thinking. Only then did he notice an inscription on the pedestal holding the three statues.

“Madeline Walker | Vlad Masters | Jack Fenton

The ghost friends honor them, April the 3rd, 1983:

For the heroic saving of our lives"

«They… they never told me anything» Danny looked at the statue, then at Skulker, then back at the statue «Why?».

Skulker pulled his gun from the holster, a handkerchief from his back pocket, and began cleaning it. That gesture worried Danny, but the other ghost didn't seem to want to attack him.

«They never told you anything because they don't know anything» Skulker revealed, speaking in a low voice «They themselves asked for their memories to be erased»

«Why?» Danny shook his head «Vlad certainly wouldn't have thrown away the opportunity to be adored as someone's savior»

«You know nothing about Vlad» Skulker's voice was thick, sticky, full of menace. Danny realized that they had never talked about Vlad before: how had he and Skulker met? What did they think of each other?

«Vlad wouldn't let anyone, not even himself, see him as a hero» The ghost hunter continued, moving the cloth more rapidly on the butt of the gun, as if he was trying to remove a stain «That's not what he does. But on that distant day… he and your parents saved the lives of all of us. They saved the entire Ghost Zone ecosystem»

«My parents probably did all the work and he joined the group only to take the glory» Danny snorted

«You don't know anything» Skulker said slowly

«I know Vlad quite a bit»

«No. You are a fourteen years old boy who thinks he knows how things go, but he doesn't. I've known him for twenty years, and you for... how long? Less than a year? And most of the time you just argue like two children»

«The fact that he fights with a fourteen year old» Danny pointed to his chest «I think already says a lot about him»

«He's training you, brat. For my part, if I could I would have taken your head off a long time ago... but he saved you, remember?».

Danny blinked. Yes, the first time they had seen each other… he had been trapped in the cube, powerless, with only his head sticking out, like a trophy. And Skulker would have gladly used his new blade on him, if it hadn't been for Vlad, who had stopped him.

«He's only doing it because he wants to have me as his son» Danny muttered

«Doesn't sound like a bad reason to me» Skulker growled.

For a few moments, there was silence. Only the movement of the ectoplasm could be heard, like the riptide of the sea in a bay, there wasn’t even the sound of breathing.

«So...» Danny, who had no intention of arguing with Skulker, continued «What's this about the ectoquake?»

«It's something that... happens» explained the ghost hunter «Every now and then. It's not exactly cyclical, but almost. And anyway, you can predict it, but you can't stop it. An ectoquake is the most terrible circumstance the community can experience: it not only destroys the lairs, but also the physical forms of the ghosts and their memories. It is a magnetic storm of such magnitude that it destroys everything it touches, rearranges it and turns it into something different. Every time an ectoquake occurs, thousands of species disappear forever and those who survive become mindless cannibals. It takes years for species to re-evolve and for ghosts to regain a minimum of reasoning»

«Wow. It really sucks...»

«Indeed. Usually very few ghosts survive: those who have access to a portal and can escape into the material world, for example. You get out of here» Skulker pointed up, as if there was a ceiling (which wasn't there) «The ectoquake can't get you. But the problem is that ectoquakes can also be predicted by humans»

«And so?»

«And so the ghost slayers remain stationed outside any natural portal, trying to kill every ghost that is escaping. It's a sealed fate»

«The ghost slayers?» Danny wrinkled his nose «I've never heard of them...»

«You're used to seeing those ridiculous ghostbusters... the Guys in White, those bad copies of Mystery Incorporated, your parents... but there are real monster hunters out there, with real weapons capable of blowing your head off. They don't go hunting for flying kids, they want to collect large quantities of ectoplasm at once, and to do so they predict ectoquakes and capture and kill those who escape»

«Terrifying».

Even though he was in his ghost form at the moment, Danny still felt goosebumps. Perhaps his ectoplasmic body simply remembered the reactions of his flesh body, or perhaps the idea disgusted him enough to change the surface composition of his ghost.

«At that time I was… little. Small. In the physical sense of the term» Skulker seemed a little embarrassed at this revelation, but he didn't stop recounting «I didn't have the armor yet, I was a small and defenseless body, and I managed to get out early, without the ghost slayers noticing. The ectoquake was a month away. But I was captured by them» he pointed to the three statues «They were in college and still studying, they weren't dangerous. Maddie and Jack wanted to dissect me, study me and then kill me» Skulker's voice softened «Vlad begged them not to do it. He saved my life»

«I can't imagine it»

«Too bad for you, kid. Too bad that you can't imagine that your parents, exactly as they do today, try to destroy the ghosts, while Vlad, exactly as he does today, helps me»

«Touché»

«I told them about the ectoquake. And they did something incredible: they built a portal for the first time. Not that little thing that would later destroy Vlad's life: a real portal, bigger than all the others. Huge, inside an abandoned building. Six meters in diameter, so that ghosts of any size could fit through. No ghost slayer expected us to escape from there, because they didn't know that portal existed. And then they invented something else, the Fenton thermos, a device capable of capturing ghosts, with which I was able to collect and transport the slowest or weakest ghosts, or those who were too afraid, into the material world» Skulker frowned «When the ectoquake came, the damage to the Ghost Zone was incalculable, but… but we didn't have to start from scratch. There had been many casualties, but many of the plants and animals were safe, my friends and I were still sane, we were fine. We had spent all the necessary time inside the abandoned building. Some inside the thermos, others free… we were all alive. Thanks to them: Madeline, Jack, Vlad»

«I… I didn't know. Why didn't I know?»

«I’m telling you, they don't remember anything»

«Why?»

«They knew ghost slayers were dangerous, boy. They knew they might have let some information slip: how to build the portals, where the escape route they'd created for us was. They decided together that they would forget it. There is one of us who can make wishes come true...»

«Desiree»

«Yes, exactly, Desiree. To protect us all, they wanted to forget what happened»

«Couldn't you just wish the ghost slayers would stop hunting you? Or that ectoquakes didn't exist?»

«You have a skull as thick as a bison's» Skulker placed his index finger on Danny's forehead «Do you really think ghost slayers are stupid? They are protected by amulets, ghost powers do not work on them. As for ectoquakes, they cannot be avoided in any way, they are an integral part of the Ghost Zone!»

«Well, yeah, I didn't know» Danny's cheeks turned a light shade of green.

Skulker withdrew his hand and approached the sculptural group, placing his hands on the pedestal. «Their heroism, their intelligence, their sacrifice… we will never forget them. They have already forgotten them» He sighed «It's a real shame that Madeline and Jack betrayed him and abandoned him like this. He didn't deserve it. Together they could have conquered the world, obtained everthing, but instead...»

«They didn't betray and abandon him!» Danny exclaimed

«You weren't there, ghost boy. How would you know?» Skulker looked at him over his shoulder, a single green eye visible, luminescent like a light bulb «You should listen to the story as told by others too. And maybe even your stupid parents would be ready to admit what they did to him. You weren't there, but I was. And I don't wish for anyone to see what I saw».

Danny looked up at the statue, feeling a myriad of emotions boiling inside him. An invisible hand squeezed his stomach. He didn't know about this, about how they had become heroes of the Ghost Zone… what was there that he still didn't know about them?

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(I will definitely expand this thing later... for now, you got the idea XD).

Aaand here there is the golden version (of course there are gold statues of the saviors, somewhere!):

[Oh, and a lot more of our Danny Phantom fanarts: Here’s our tag!]

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xagave · 7 months

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pleasepleaseplease recommend some danphan fics!!

Sorry these are on ff.net I was into danphan before AO3 was really A Thing. Invisobang also just completed and a whole wack of new fics are also now out for your enjoyment so I suggest taking a look there too Lab Rat - Danny (as Phantom) is captured by his parents and vivisected in the lab. THE MOST iconic dp fic from this era of fandom and also the first dp fic I ever read which single-handedly got me into the fandom. I also recommend anything else by this author[sequel]

Pits - Danny is captured by Walker and thrown into the Pits to fight for his life. HANDS DOWN my all time favorite dp fic. I drew a bunch of fanart for it and never showed the author LMAO [sequel]

In The Way - A twisted tale of a summer spent all alone

Wondering - Danny's been captured and tortured by his parents, but he refuses to say a word until his psychiatrist starts connecting the dots. Can he risk keeping it a secret any longer?

Dreams of Light - A cute box ghost fic with a fun twist at the end

Phantom's Sketchbook - Mr. Lancer finds himself in an unparalleled situation, he has access to something which can give him incredible insight into the personal workings of Amity Park's local ghost teen hero, Danny Phantom

Masks - Lancer has had enough of his most enigmatic, frustrating student Daniel Fenton and forces him to stay in detention with him until Danny tells him The Truth. A story examining Danny's relationship with the human race. Another BIG FAVE of mine [sequel]

Darkness - Part 1 of Illuminations saga. [part 2][part 3][part 4] Maddie and Phantom are trapped in the dark and must work together to avoid dying. I don't remember much about this but I do remember it being super creepy and I bulldozed my way through all 4 parts so it must have been good lol

I'm Still Here - Danny's been locked away in a forgotten thermos, buried in the backyard for 70 years. When he's finally released, happy isn't the word he'd use to describe his new life

Real Life - A very creepy take on ghosts and the events of the show, where they're more inhuman, feral, and scary. I don't remember much about this but it's unfinished

Lopeholt - Valerie must survived the night in the third scariest place on earth. **VERY** creepy, I remember reading this in the dark and it gave me nightmares. Another top fave. I def recommend reading anything else by this author

Running to the Enemy's Arms - Danny runs away and ends up on the doorstep of the person who's dead last on his list of favorite people - Vlad. Danny/Vlad father son relationship. A fun and interesting view of what Danny's life would be like had he been the son Vlad always wanted. Incomplete but also another BIG FAVE of mine. Tolerate the first 1-2 chapters and the rest is golden

Checkmate - Vlad forces Danny to leave everything behind in order to save Jazz's life. But just when the billionaire believes to have won his chess game against his young rival, Danny makes a single unexpected move.

A Secret Uncovered - Danny's transformation is caught on tape and now the whole town knows who he is Photoshop - Dash and Kwan find an old class picture and start having a little too much fun on Photoshop. Will someone's secret be revealed?

Chained - It starts with a fire at the Guys in White headquarters, where a vengeful Valerie stumbles across an imprisoned Danny Phantom. It starts with injustice. But what happens when justice and revenge are confused for one another? Where does a hero end, and a villain begin?

Phantom of Truth - Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her subject, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth… except, perhaps, herself [Sequel]

The Soul Sepulchre - Something foul is stirring in Amity Park and it all starts in the bowels of Amity Park's Museum of Natural History

Moral Code - Moral code says to never kill or capture a specimen that you did not weaken yourself. Maddie finds Danny Phantom wounded late at night after a hard battle. After she helps him, she finds there is more to him than she ever thought possible. Mother/son bonding

Connections - Maddie knows that the Booo-merang has keyed into Danny, for whatever reason, so what's she to think when she sees it collide with Phantom? [Sequel]

Isolated - It's just a wish that's been granted with the wrong twist, but for Danny, it's a nightmare that's become reality. He's stuck as Phantom, his family's hunting him, and everyone who can help him is gone

Little Earthquakes - They say that a man is defined by what he does when he thinks nobody's looking. Does the same hold true for ghosts?

Tortured Truth - Danny's parents discover that the ghost boy is half human. Now that they've captured Danny, will he submit to torture and reveal himself, or is the revelation just the beginning of their problems? [Sequel]

Estrelas - AU. Sam's attention is captured by a lonely ghost haunting her grandmother's attic…and discovering his secrets will take everything she has.

Criteria of Life - Every living thing must follow the Laws of Life; however, Maddie wonders if Phantom can somehow follow these laws as well. The fact that he is a ghost is putting a knick in her plans, but what if Phantom can follow the Laws of Life?

#ask #danny phantom fic recs #i have soooo many danphan fics to rec but alas tumblr character limit #def recommend checking out invisobang though #it was my first year participating and i cant wait to look at everyones stuff when i have the time :0

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Happy Black History Month!

This Black History Month I'd like to celebrate the genre that makes us jump at every unknown noise, brings us nightmares, and has us up late turning the page in anticipation of what will happen next - Black Thriller & Horror! There has been a lovely uptick in the publishing of Black Thrillers and Horror in the past few years where Black protagonists are solving complex mysteries, fighting against all forms of supernatural beings, and sometimes a combination of both. I've had so much fun reading all of these novels and am greatly looking forward to what 2024 has to bring.

When creating a list of Black Thriller/Horror writers I must begin with the queen, Tiffany D. Jackson. Her first book "Monday's Not Coming" was a perfectly written thriller with a plot twist that hit with a gut punch that I'm still recovering from. Since then she's been on a streak with hit after hit after hit. Her latest, The Weight of Blood, is a book you cannot miss.

The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson

When Springville residents—at least the ones still alive—are questioned about what happened on prom night, they all have the same explanation … Maddy did it. An outcast at her small-town Georgia high school, Madison Washington has always been a teasing target for bullies. And she's dealt with it because she has more pressing problems to manage. Until the morning a surprise rainstorm reveals her most closely kept Maddy is biracial. She has been passing for white her entire life at the behest of her fanatical white father, Thomas Washington. After a viral bullying video pulls back the curtain on Springville High's racist roots, student leaders come up with a plan to change their host the school's first integrated prom as a show of unity. The popular white class president convinces her Black superstar quarterback boyfriend to ask Maddy to be his date, leaving Maddy wondering if it's possible to have a normal life. But some of her classmates aren't done with her just yet. And what they don't know is that Maddy still has another secret … one that will cost them all their lives.

2023 also gave us two amazing debut thrillers and I, for one, cannot wait to see what these two authors cook up next.

Their Vicious Games by Joelle Wellington

You must work twice as hard to get half as much. Adina Walker has known this the entire time she’s been on scholarship at the prestigious Edgewater Academy—a school for the rich (and mostly white) upper class of New England. It’s why she works so hard to be perfect and above reproach, no matter what she must force beneath the surface. Even one slip can cost you everything. And it does. One fight, one moment of lost control, leaves Adina blacklisted from her top choice Ivy League college and any other. Her only chance to regain the future she’s sacrificed everything for is the Finish, a high-stakes contest sponsored by Edgewater’s founding family in which twelve young, ambitious women with exceptional promise are selected to compete in three mysterious events: the Ride, the Raid, and the Royale. The winner will be granted entry into the fold of the Remington family, whose wealth and power can open any door. But when she arrives at the Finish, Adina quickly gets the feeling that something isn’t quite right with both the Remingtons and her competition, and soon it becomes clear that this larger-than-life prize can only come at an even greater cost. Because the Finish’s stakes aren’t just make or break… they’re life and death. Adina knows the deck is stacked against her—it always has been—so maybe the only way to survive their vicious games is for her to change the rules.

I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea

Laure Mesny is a perfectionist with an axe to grind. Despite being constantly overlooked in the elite and cutthroat world of the Parisian ballet, she will do anything to prove that a Black girl can take center stage. To level the playing field, Laure ventures deep into the depths of the Catacombs and strikes a deal with a pulsating river of blood. The primordial power Laure gains promises influence and adoration, everything she’s dreamed of and worked toward. With retribution on her mind, she surpasses her bitter and privileged peers, leaving broken bodies behind her on her climb to stardom. But even as undeniable as she is, Laure is not the only monster around. And her vicious desires make her a perfect target for slaughter. As she descends into madness and the mystifying underworld beneath her, she is faced with the ultimate choice: continue to break herself for scraps of validation or succumb to the darkness that wants her exactly as she is—monstrous heart and all. That is, if the god-killer doesn’t catch her first. From debut author Jamison Shea comes I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me, a slow-burn horror that lifts a veil on the institutions that profit on exclusion and the toll of giving everything to a world that will never love you back.

And to round out this list, we also gotta point out the fellas who are also killing it with the Thriller/Horror genre.

Promise Boys by Nick Brooks

The prestigious Urban Promise Prep school might look pristine on the outside, but deadly secrets lurk within. When the principal ends up murdered on school premises and the cops come sniffing around, a trio of students―J.B., Ramón, and Trey―emerge as the prime suspects. They had the means, they had the motive . . . and they may have had the murder weapon. But with all three maintaining their innocence, they must band together to track down the real killer before they are arrested. Or is the true culprit hiding among them?

The Getaway by Lamar Giles

Welcome to the funnest spot around . . . Jay is living his best life at Karloff Country, one of the world’s most famous resorts. He’s got his family, his crew, and an incredible after-school job at the property’s main theme park. Life isn’t so great for the rest of the world, but when people come here to vacation, it’s to get away from all that. As things outside get worse, trouble starts seeping into Karloff. First, Jay’s friend Connie and her family disappear in the middle of the night and no one will talk about it. Then the richest and most powerful families start arriving, only... they aren’t leaving. Unknown to the employees, the resort has been selling shares in an end-of-the-world oasis. The best of the best at the end of days. And in order to deliver the top-notch customer service the wealthy clientele paid for, the employees will be at their total beck and call. Whether they like it or not. Yet Karloff Country didn’t count on Jay and his crew--and just how far they’ll go to find out the truth and save themselves. But what’s more dangerous: the monster you know in your home or the unknown nightmare outside the walls?

The Forest Demands Its Due by Kosoko Jackson

Regent Academy has a long and storied history in Winslow, Vermont, as does the forest that surrounds it. The school is known for molding teens into leaders, but its history is far more nefarious. Seventeen-year-old Douglas Jones wants nothing to do with Regent's king-making; he’s just trying to survive. But then a student is murdered and, for some reason, by the next day no one remembers him having ever existed, except for Douglas and the groundskeeper's son, Everett Everley. In his determination to uncover the truth, Douglas awakens a horror hidden within the forest, unearthing secrets that have been buried for centuries. A vengeful creature wants blood as payment for a debt more than 300 years in the making—or it will swallow all of Winslow in darkness. And for the first time in his life, Douglas might have a chance to grasp the one thing he’s always felt was power. But if he’s not careful, he will find out that power has a tendency to corrupt absolutely everything.

If you are a fan of murder mysteries, supernatural thrillers, or just like to get scared, get thee to a bookstore (or library) and support your Black Thriller/Horror writer.

#young adult books #weneeddiversebooks #book lists #black history month #black thriller #black horror

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ghost of your past

Summary:

Walker was up to his last straw when Danny broke a precious mug gifted to him by his daughter on his last Father's day as a living man.

He didn't expect to lose more than his patience chasing the punk, but then, out of nowhere, he reunited with the mug's creator.

based on @mystyrust's prompt "Walker attacks amity park and maddie recognizes her father/ grandfather/ancestor" and @ectoplasmicsoda's prompt "Walker and the terrible, horrible, no good day."

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Oh, that little punk. Walker was gonna toss him in the slammer and throw away the key, mark his words. The little half-human abomination was going to pay.

Walker had left his guards to scour the town. Told them to leave no rock unturned until they found the brat, but it seemed he hadn’t needed to bother.

“Walker! Look, uh, buddy, this isn’t a good time—”

“I. Dont. Care.” He moved closer, grabbing the ghost boy by the throat. “You’ve gone too far this time. Putting aside starting a second riot in my prison followed by the subsequent jailbreak of the entirety of the ghost criminal underworld,”—he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low whisper—“that was a one of a kind mug my kid gave me for my last Father’s day. That was my last physical memory of her and you are gonna pay dearly for breaking it.”

“Danny? Sweetie, where’d you go? I know getting anti ghost possession shots can be a bit scary, but—” A loud inhale. Walker rolled his eyes, turning back to look into the stunned face of a woman who looked starkly like his wife. When he was still alive to have one. “...Pa?”

Walker raised a brow. He looked the woman up and down, the blue and black hazmat suit looking about as stupid as the brat’s, pausing briefly on her dark, red-brown hair. Probably one of those ghost hunters who loved to mess things up, then. “Do I know you, ma’am?”

From one second to the next, her open shock changed to a very familiar scrunched up nose. “What the hell, Pa? You don’t recognize me and you’re going around strangling children now?!”

Recognition struck him. “Madeline!” he shouted, a smile growing on his face. He dropped the ghost brat and rushed over to sweep her into his arms. “Oh, hun, I’ve missed you so—”

Maddie dodged him and moved around to coo at the brat, turning his head at different angles to look at the beginnings of bruises Walker left.

“You’re kidding,” he said. “Do you know who he is?”

The brat abruptly froze as Maddie growled, “I don’t joke about things like this.”

Walker clenched his fists, stalking forward. “That little abomination was the one who—!”

“Do not call him an abomination!” She stood quickly, standing in front of the brat as he massaged his throat with a pitiful look. The moment Maddie’s back was turned, the boy stuck his tongue out at him. “He’s my baby boy and your grandson!”

“He’s your what?!” Is this a joke? This had to be a joke. Please, dear Ancients let it be a joke.

Maddie put her hands on her hips. “Pa, please, I know you don’t usually like my partners, but don’t be a pest about this.”

“Don’t be a—” He stomped right up to Maddie. “Don’t throw my past words back at me, Cookie!”

“Well, can you blame me?” She threw her hands in the air. “I waited years to be able to do it and then you kick the bucket!”

He shook his head. “Whatever. I don’t care about your taste in idiot partners right now! I care about this little punk, breaking the mug you got me for my last Father’s day!” She stared at him, unimpressed. “He broke your mug!” he repeated, indignant. “It was my favourite one!”

Maddie scoffed. “That mug was a piece of shit and we both know it. You’ve never drank out of it in your life.” Didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate fine art. And he’d seen the hours she put into learning how to use the pottery wheel. Or rather, he’d heard her frustrated screams through the walls. “And I heard what you said to Danny; your last physical memory of me? Really? I don’t suppose you only have one physical memory of Alicia?” Walker’s code of avoiding lies as much as possible was really working against him here. Maddie scoffed. “Of course. Of course!”

“Kiddo, I didn’t—”

“Don’t call me ‘Kiddo’.” She glared at him. “I am in my early 40’s. And I have not seen you in over three decades.” Was she really that old already? He was surprised she wasn’t bragging about having lived longer than him. “I will not allow you to diminish my opinion and call me a child.”

Walker hedged, “But you’re still my little lemon cookie—”

Maddie threw her arms up. “I’m married now! I have kids! Two of them! One of them is going off to college soon!”

“I don’t know what that brat’s told you, but there’s no way he’s related—” Walker blinked. “Did you say ‘two kids’?”

“Yes! Jazz—Jasmine. Our oldest child and a wonderful daughter.” Maddie smiled, pulling out her wallet. “She’s got her whole life planned out ahead of her. We’re still a little worried—you know what happens to Walker girls when they try to plan out their lives.” She chuckled a little as she handed over a long sectioned plastic with small photos, folding it up in a way to show off a picture of a girl with Maddie’s red hair and speaking at a podium, her face bright and smiling.

Walker took the photo in hand, staring at the little girl he knew nothing about, given by his own little girl that he was supposed to know everything about.

“Or,”—Maddie sighed—“I guess you wouldn’t know.”

“Know what?” he asked softly, tracing the picture over with his eyes. Jasmine had Delilah’s nose.

“Well, you know how I was doing a biology and chemistry double major and going to go to medical school? And Alicia was going to marry her high school sweetheart?” He nodded faintly. “I switched into an experimental ecto-biology program and Ally’s divorced now, living on her own in Arkansas.” She chuckled weakly.

Walker’s head snapped up. “What?!” He blinked a bit, turning back to stare at the unfamiliar picture. “What?” he repeated, softer.

“It’s—I mean, I finished my degree eventually and Ally finished trade school—” She huffed through her nose. “But we can catch up and talk all about it later, okay? Preferably with Ally. Maybe we can all meet up and have a picnic by mom’s grave.”

“Mom’s grave?” He parrotted, a terrible ache running through him. Dear Ancients, he hadn’t even considered that Delilah was anything other than alive.

“I promise I’ll tell you later, but more importantly—

“What happened to you, Pa? Where did you go?” Maddie asked. “We thought you’d died. Mom and me and Ally, we all buried you—mourned you. What—What happened?”

Walker furrowed his temporary brows. “What do you mean? I did die.”

“But how are you here? Was it temporary? Did—” She gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. “Did we bury you alive?”

“No! Isn’t it obvious I’m—” He gestured down at himself, pausing as he noticed the illusory skin and clothing. Huh, seemed like he’d forgotten to take off his disguise to fool the ghost hunters roaming around shooting at his boys. Now it made sense why Maddie recognized him so quickly.

He should… probably take off the illusory charm. It wouldn’t do to get used to a fake human disguise, especially one as accurate as this.

Out of the corner of his eye, the punk was slowly crawling out the other end of the alley. “And where do you think you’re going?” Walker tried to storm past Maddie, but she held firm.

Maddie snatched the photos from Walker’s hand. “Pa, I’m glad you’re alive, but I don’t take threats to my children lightly.”

He scowled and when he looked back, he noticed a distinct lack of annoying ghost boy. “Darn it, you let the punk escape.”

Maddie glanced behind her and sighed. “Oh, would you quit with the overdramatics?” She shook her head. “It’s always the same with you: ‘This town is full of criminals! You can’t just go out on your own in broad daylight!’ without any further thought and entertaining no other opinions or research other than your own.”

“Our town was full of criminals! I was nearly ‘bout to prove it too, before I was murdered!”

She raised an eyebrow. “You mean when you barged into Ms. Garrison’s house when she was a few minutes late to the county fair? When you knocked down every door, tore her house apart, and then fell through the part of her second story that was under construction to brain yourself on the floor?”

“How do you—” He coughed. “There was surely someone holding her hostage and I was going to be the hero—” he coughed again. “I needed to rescue her. Clearly the perpetrator spread false rumours so they could get away scot-free. And Ms. Garrison already had a faulty memory!

“Cookie, I never meant to leave y’all, you have to know that. I was trying to do good.” Maddie searched his eyes a moment and he kept himself still, a brief hope flickering in his chest.

“Y’know, Pa,”—her face softened, the bags under her eyes looking heavier, more pronounced, and looking at him like Delilah had in those last years he was alive: resigned, tired, pitying—“I almost believed you.”

She turned around, making to leave. He reached out, suddenly desperate to make her stay. “Cookie—Maddie, please.”

“I need to find my son and take care of him.” She tore her wrist from his grip. “Have a good life, Hardy.”

Walker stood there, stunned. Unable to tear his gaze away as his daughter—alive and whole and independent in an entirely new way—strode out of the alley, leaving one ghost for another.

#danny phantom #phic #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #dp walker #maddie fenton #nemo the writing ho

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Phic Phight '24 Phic 4

Title: Like Kicking a Beehive

For @phicphight

Words: 1133

Rating: G

Summary: Interrupting a Fenton function with a ghost attack is like kicking a beehive.

Prompt by @ashboy-3 : It’s that time of year again! The Annual Fenton Reunion! And it’s the first year Danny can’t escape it since high school. How is he going to hide his ghost powers around all these Fentons?

AO3

Danny was screwed. He fidgeted with a loose string on his seatbelt. His family was on their way to the Annual Fenton Family Reunion, and he had no excuses to get out of it. This year, his parents didn’t tell him it was happening. They just had Danny and Jazz pack bags and load into the GAV.

As the labeled pavilion came into view, Danny sighed. This was going to be a disaster. Danny is going to set off every single ghost sensor as soon as he steps out of the RV. Nausea set in as his mom put the vehicle in park. Jazz must’ve noticed his worry and reached out to offer a little bit of comfort. Danny gave her a small smile before stepping out of the RV.

It was like a symphony of horrendous beeping noise. The stares of his cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents all focused on the source. There was a terrifying level of silence, especially for a Fenton gathering. Danny felt sick with all the eyes that were glued onto him. Jack Fenton broke the silence.

“Oh dear, I forgot to warn you all!” his loud voice carried across the picnic tables, “Remember when Danno had that accident a while back? Whatever happened caused our sensors to sometimes react to him. Don’t worry! Our son is still human as ever and not overshadowed! We can program your tech to ignore him!”

Everyone slowly resumed what they were doing. Danny still felt awkward, but mustered a quick ‘thanks dad’ to his father. After the chatter fully resumed, Danny relaxed a little and headed towards the food.

“Hey, Danny, long time no see!” Now there’s a voice he hasn’t heard in a while. Danny turned to see his cousin Connor, who was slightly older than Danny. He was tall with broad shoulders, characteristic of a Fenton. Danny noticed that his cousin added a few piercings since the last time he saw him. The halfa cracked a grin.

“Hey! Yeah it has! It’s been like what, three years?”

“Yeah because somebody kept getting sick,” Connor teased. The two started catching up. Danny told Connor about his plans for college. Connor recalled his parent’s reactions to his career choice in graphic design.

“You woulda thought our dog just died. I swear, they were so upset. Like, ‘Oh you’re gay? That’s fine! We love you!’, but ‘Oh you don’t want to be a ghost hunter? You’re kicked out of the house.’”

Danny gave an awkward laugh before his face fell.

“Yeah… I know how that feels. My parents were a little disappointed when I told them I wanted to be an astrophysicist, but they still love and support me. There’s other parts of my life that I’m afraid to tell them though.”

Connor nodded in understanding. The two continued talking until Danny’s ghost sense went off.

“Since when do you vape?”

Danny was about to answer when he was interrupted by the sounds of ecto-scanners going off. Everyone pulled out ecto-guns, wrist rays, and even full Fenton bazookas seemingly out of nowhere. Danny glanced around looking for the ghost he sensed, praying to whoever would listen that it was just Boxy or someone.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? Humans in possession of large quantities of ectoplasm? That’s against the rules,” fog rolled in as Walker made his entrance.

“No offense, but isn’t the Realm of the Living a little out of your jurisdiction?” Danny quipped before thinking.

“Ah, whelp, I thought I’d find you here. Unfortunately for your family, ectoplasm is property of the Infinite Realms, and therefore, becomes my business.” The sound of blasters firing up interrupted Walker’s monologue.

“GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD YOU SPOOKY SPECTER!” Jack Fenton’s voice rang out through the park. Maddie stood next to him, bazooka aimed directly at Walker.

“Threatening the law enforcement, that’s against the rules. Arrest them!” Walker’s goons came and tried to grab Danny’s relatives. They should have known better than to mess with a large group of Fentons. The sound of a wrist ray signaled the start of an all-out brawl.

Picnic tables flipped and broke from people and ghosts crashing into them. Grandpa’s toupee was cast onto the ground after it caught on fire. The cupcakes were destroyed and used as diversions. While his family dealt with the goons, Danny dealt with Walker.

“Hey, Walker, do you want to know a fun fact about my family?” Walker grunted, Danny took this as a sign to continue.

“If you bring a ghost to a Fenton Family Reunion, it’s like kicking a beehive!”

With a shit-eating grin, Danny fired an ecto-gun at the poor warden’s face. After the goons were stored in someone’s thermos, the rest of the family turned to join the fight.

It was like a pinata at a child’s birthday party. The Fentons, all armed with Fenton Anti-Creep Sticks ™, smacked around the poor ghost until he was unable to attack anymore. Danny popped open his Fenton Thermos ™ . With a bright blue light, Walker swirled into the device. Danny smiled.

“I told you it was like kicking a beehive.”

He received a groan of frustration in return.

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“Well that was an eventful day,” Connor sighed. They had just finished cleaning up the mess from the attack.

“I’ll say. At least the drinks in the cooler were spared,” Danny stated as he pulled the tab on a can of pop.

“You did pretty good out there. I saw you take on the leader.” A small smile creeped onto Danny’s face.

“Yeah?” Connor nodded before stroking his chin.

“Although… it’s kinda weird how you knew the ghost’s name. Come to think of it, didn’t it call you ‘whelp’ or something?”

Danny’s mind went through three options: lie, half-truth, or full-truth. Half-truth was probably the safest bet.

“Yeah… don’t tell my parents this, but I kinda got curious one day and started exploring the Ghost Zone,” Connor’s eyes widened, “Which I know is stupid! But, it turns out the Ghost Zone is pretty cool. There’s a lot of different cultures and people. Some are friendly, others, like Walker, are not.”

“That’s…cool?” The horn from the RV, as well as the yelling from Jack Fenton interrupted them.

“COME ON DANNO! WE GOTTA HIT THE ROAD BEFORE IT GETS DARK!”

“Well, it was nice catching up!” Danny smiled at his cousin.

“You’re right. Hopefully I’ll see you next year?”

“Yep. See you then!”

The two parted ways.

Danny watched as the pavilion disappeared from his view. It was nice seeing his family again, even if the ghosts interrupted. Speaking of… why did Danny feel like he was forgetting something?

~~~~~~~~

A metal thermos sat in the dirt in the ruins of the pavilion.

“RUNT, YOU GET BACK HERE AND LET ME OUT!!!!”

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #phicphight #phic phight 2024 #phicc #dp fanfic

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 2 months

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Danny phantom walker headcanons?

-I really love the hc that Walker is the ghost of Maddie's Dad, so I'm adopting it. Also he's divorced and had majority custody of Maddie and Alicia.

-He was alive, he had two jobs; Sensei at a Dojo (His stable, put-food-on-the-table job) and Monster hunter (His dream job that was too unstable to reliably feed three mouths on.)

-What saved Human Walker from being one of those Toxic girl dads who won't let his daughters date period is the fact that "I didn't put my girls through karate lessons from the time they were old enough to walk til now for them NOT to handle their own fights, if you date them and things go south, I ain't grabbing a shotgun, I'm grabbing a shovel 'cause I know the time I'll get there, there's gonna be a body to hide."

-He surprisingly got along really well with Jack, although the shared interest in hunting definitely helped.

-He died on Jack and Maddie's wedding day, which is why Jack forgets their anniversary every year.

-As a ghost he is still well aware that Maddie's his daughter and figured out that Danny's his grandson the second he saw his human form (He noticed that Danny has his Father's eyes and hair and his mother's face).

-He thinks of himself as a good but strict ghost (He's not.) In a lawless evil wasteland (Okay, it's 90% lawless, but it's more neutral than evil.)

-He'll never willingly let them know, because just because he's a 'good' ghost doesn't mean he's *not* a ghost and he wants the Fentons to take the ghost hunting profession seriously, no familial exceptions.

#danny phantom #warden walker

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buckttommy · 1 year

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WIP (Thursday)

I was tagged to do WIP Wednesday yesterday by Dev @eddiediass , Morgan @rewritetheending and Chapel @extasiswings but I was busy. So I'm doing it today! Most of my writing has been for {redacted} lately, but I was inspired by a gifset from @bilosan about a Buddie + Zombie Apocalype AU. So I played around with my Buddie x TWD fic from last year and ended up with this. This snippet is a loose continuation of this part; enjoy!

"Hey. Hey." Eddie slaps the side of his face to get his attention. He draws a gun, gleaming silver in the sunlight, and waves it around. "I was Army before all this. You know what that means? It means that if you touch my son, if you even so much as look at him funny, I'm gonna put a bullet in you so fast you'll be dead before you even know what happened. Now, my son is nice. He wants to help everyone we come across. I'm not nice, which means if you become a problem, if you slow us down at all, I’m cutting you loose. You got it?"

Buck nods slowly. "I got it."

“Dad.” Christopher frowns disapprovingly from the corner. “We said we weren’t going to cut him loose unless he did something bad to us.”

“No, you said that. I said if he became a problem we’d leave him to the walkers, and since I’m the decision maker here, I’m pretty sure what I say goes.”

Christopher continues to frown. It’s such a human moment, such a slice of normalcy in a world gone dark and wrong, that Buck starts to laugh. Quietly at first, and then louder, harder until his shoulders are shaking. Eddie looks at him like he’s crazy, hand resting on the handle of his gun, but Christopher only smiles at him.

“Man,” Buck says when he’s calmed down, “You have the cutest kid ever.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie grumbles, clearly defeated. He still leans down and helps Buck to his feet, still supports his weight until he can prop himself up on the wall of the cabin before squatting down and letting Christopher get on his back. Eddie looks at Buck out of the corner of his eye. Reluctantly, he reaches into his waistband and holds a revolver out to him.

Buck takes it gratefully.

“You know your way around one of these?”

“Doesn’t everyone these days?”

Eddie snorts. “You’d be surprised. Come on. I have a truck about a mile away. We don’t fire unless we have to, otherwise we get through the woods as quickly as possible. You got it?”

“I got it.”

Eddie doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he’s looking more and more like he’s considering just leaving Buck here before even giving him a chance. Which would be shitty if Buck didn’t get it. It’s the end of the world; if he was a father, he wouldn’t put his kid’s life in jeopardy either, especially not for some stranger with a broken leg.

“Hey,” Buck blurts out, “I get a question too.”

“Of course you do." Eddie rolls his eyes. "What is it?”

“If it ever comes down to it—if I ever put you or Christopher in danger—I want you to promise you’ll be the one to do it. To kill me,” Buck clarifies when Eddie frowns. “The dead can have my body, I don’t care, I just—I just don’t want to end up like that.”

Buck can deal with a lot—he can deal with his parents’ deaths, he can deal with the world gone to hell, he can even deal with never finding Maddie since he already knows the chance is so slim. What he can’t deal with is turning into one of those things. He’s had nightmares about it, tried to envision himself as a monster tearing apart all the people he cares about, and it’s all too easy. That’s the disturbing part. It could happen to anyone at any time. Gone, just like that. Buck would rather be dead than have that happen to him.

Eddie’s face changes then, too quickly for Buck to tell. For the first time, he looks hesitant. Unsure.

“Promise me,” Buck insists.

After a beat, Eddie nods. “I promise.”

Buck nods back, relieved. He takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulder back, checking the gun for bullets. Fully loaded, one in the chamber. You can say a lot about him but you can never call Eddie Diaz unprepared.

He peeks out the cabin window and scans the woods. Coast clear. Eddie rests his hand on the doorknob.

"You ready?"

Buck's not sure he'll ever be ready, but he nods anyway.

“Ready whenever you are.”

#twd au #no plot just vibes #love what tumblr has done to the tags on desktop btw. very chic #jack.txt #my fic #wip wednesday

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aikoiya · 7 months

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Danny Phantom Friendly Fentons AU: What if Danny’s Parents were more open-minded and slowly realize that the Phantom Boy isn’t evil?… What if by the end of Season 1, they finally see Phantom as a hero?… What if Vlad turned Valerie into an angry Ghost-Hunter, because Danny’s Parents had stopped hunting him? 💚

It'd certainly be interesting. And it'd definitely put a lot of tension between Danny & Valorie.

Though, I think it should be pushed back to season 2, personally. But that's just me.

I also feel like it should take longer for Maddie as I just generally see Jack as being more open-minded.

I tend to hc that her family was haunted by a poltergeist when she was very young & she ended up having to figure out how to get rid of it herself using science & used up ectoplasm left behind by said poltergeist because the people that her family hired to get rid of it all ended up being scam artists.

This was later reinforced when her nephew was kidnapped by ghosts while her sister's family was visiting.

This could eventually result in interesting character conflict between her & Jack. In fact, I don't see her changing her opinion until after she's learned about Danny's identity & went through the science of it. Whether by examining his DNA herself or what-have-you. Otherwise, she'll just think he was being possessed or that he was legit killed by a ghost & was replaced by whatever ghost killed him or died & came back as a ghost. The last one, she tries not to think about.

And even when she does finally believe it, she'll have this belief that he's the exception to the rule due to him being half human.

Like, my thoughts are that though she's very smart & the core thing that she falls back on is science when everything else in her life fails her, she's actually very biased. By this I mean that while she spouts out that ghosts are incapable of feeling emotions or really thinking & are just the imprint of a post-human consciousness, in the same breath, she calls them scum & evil. But the thing is that, if she really believed these things, then much like animals, she'd believe them incapable of evil or malicious intent because evil is defined by actively choosing to do bad things. It isn't something that anything without a true consciousness or freewill could be.

In this way, I see her as using that sort of language to take out her aggression on ghosts to make herself feel better. At the same time, I believe that the true root of her anger as ghosts is in the powerlessness she felt at having been unable to save her father, who in my hc, was a police officer who died fighting against the KKK. (This is based on the Grandpappy Walker fanfic on Fanfiction.net.) She was only a little girl at the time, but it still left an impact on her. That helplessness became a poison that turned into frustration & anger.

After his death, her mother & sisters moved up north, but the house was haunted. Part of why she latched so hard onto ghosthunting was because getting rid of the poltergeist allowed her to feel a sense of control over her life & like she was keeping her daddy's memory alive by keeping her family safe.

Anyway, it would take a lot of deprogramming & exposure to get her to admit that she was wrong. Partially because, much like Jazz, I see her as having a bit of a need to be right.

#danny phantom #dp #fenton parents

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vertigovampires · 2 months

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I drew Madeline during her past when she was attacked by someone she thought was her friend.

Madeline comes from a upper class family called the Walker family they run a magic dust company that is like a solar punk inspired company where most everyday practicalities are run on these magic crystals that can be crushed into powder. Much like electricity or gas crystals work the same way.

Maddie family may be a success and her name Carrie’s a lot of weight good in some places while others hate the very name. It’s Maddie goal to learn of the world and how her father’s invention has changed the world for the better and worse before she inherited the company.

This moment I drew is of her being harmed by a person she called friend set up by her close family member Maddie’s life was honestly made out to be a cruel one, and she’s going to be faced with people who will tell her she knows nothing about a bad situation. I’m excited to see how she will handle this and respond.

She’s had a lot worse in her life beside the assault and faced a lot of loss. Like each person in life. I’m curious to see how it is to play a rich upper class person who is sympathetic and willing to help by learning from others around her while still being so naïve to the world around her and had such a immature attitude to her self. Anyway done with that rant I’ll be posting more soon

#dnd player #dnd character art #dnd oc #dnd art #art oc

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flickynightdarkness · 1 year

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Here Are My DC OCs' Headcanon Voices

Benjamin Williams - K1-B0 (Danganronpa)

Yang Blossoms - Kim Possible

Night Edwards - Dick Grayson/Robin/Nightwing (BTAS/TNBA)

Taylor Heather - Mira Nova (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Marcus Todd - Red Hood (Injustice 2)

Suki Orchard - Numbuh 3 (KND)

Mia Tuckers - Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)

Tootsie Jingles - Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

Jamie Quinzel - Mushi Sanban (KND)

Blade Quinzel - Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Blossom Isley - Esmeralda (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Vince Isley - Cash Buckzo (Helluva Boss)

Ray Nygma - Jon Arbuckle (Garfield)

Trace Dent - Debbie Thornberry (Wild Thornberrys)

Berg Fries - Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Snow Fries - Karen McCormick (South Park)

North Ferguson - Grigori Olyat (Henry Stickmin)

Kraig Jones - Husk (Hazbin Hotel)

Lucian Dorrance - Puss In Boots

Bowie Tetch - Baby Bear (Puss In Boots)

Scotch Tetch - Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Kaleb Langstrom - Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Fangs Langstrom - Coco Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot)

Hallow Crane - Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Laurent Crane - Scarecrow (Arkham Knight)

Lauren Crane - Loona (Helluva Boss)

Spook - Adorabat (Mao Mao: Heroes Of Pure Heart)

Katelyn Kyle - Frost Queen Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Katherine Kyle - Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug)

Feather Cobblepot - Carmen (Spooky Month)

Talon Cobblepot - Orko (He-Man Animated Series)

Tanny Donna - Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmatians)

Toffee Karlo - Laverne (Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

Torch Lynns - Firefly (Batman: Arkham)

Ember Lynns - Toga Himiko (MHA)

Coona Walker - Sody Pop (Chikn Nuggit)

Meredith Miranda - Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Shade Miranda - Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)

Iris Miranda - Goldilocks (Puss In Boots)

Misty and Oliver Miranda - Interesting Twins (Kids Next Door)

Evelyn 'Evie' Wesker - Kiazuki (Hanazuki)

Stitcher - Scarface (BTAS/TNBA)

Michelle Emerald - Momo Yaoyorozu (MHA)

Michele Emerald - Kurogiri (MHA)

Metro - Luz (Owl House)

Parker Miranda - Mr Herriman (Foster's Home)

Clove Miranda - Stella (Helluva Boss)

Harrison, Carrie & Misty - Delightful Children (Kids Next Door)

Leader Scorch - Father (KND)

Frederick Miranda - Iroh (ATLA)

Harriet Miranda - Jacqueline Bouvier (Simpsons)

Dia Mints - Rouge The Bat (Sonic)

Buttercup Evie - Inko Midoriya (MHA)

Norman Miranda - Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa)

Volt - Tawna (Crash Bandicoot 4)

Zolt - Shego (Kim Possible)

Colton Snart - Master Mantis (Kung Fu Panda)

Scorch - Jafar (Aladdin)

Cloudy - Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Craven Crane - Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum)

Lunar Crane - Lumalee (Super Mario Movie)

Emerald - Maddie Wachowski (Sonic Movie)

#headcanon voices #dc ocs #kids next door #buzz lightyear of star command #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #henry stickmin #puss in boots #gravity falls #owl house #kung fu panda #super mario bros movie #sonic the hedghog movie

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Savage Love Chapter 15: Catching Feelings

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes

Word Count: 3,377

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley

I spent the next half hour chatting with the other suitors. I zeroed in on Hana, Madeleine, Olivia and Penelope because they were either suspects themselves, or related to suspects. I ended up talking to Kiara a lot too, because she was always wherever Penelope was. It was an odd friendship to be honest. Kiara might be pretentious, vain and a little too fond of Drake for my taste, but she was smart and politically savvy. Penelope seemed sweet enough, but she definitely wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box.

“We still have a luncheon, a cocktail party and the derby gala.” Hana sighed.

“What’s the point of the derby gala again?” Penelope had made it no secret that she’d rather be home with her poodles.

“The gala is another chance to impress the prince and advance your position with him, of course.” Madeleine replied.

“Oh, give it a rest, Maddie.” Oliva yawned, “He’s just not that into you.”

Madeleine arched an eyebrow and sniffed disdainfully, “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

“We will.” Olivia smirked.

“The rest of you don’t worry though,” Olivia nudged me subtly in the side as she continued, “Prince Liam will be there too. Who knows? Maybe one of you harpies have a chance with him.”

“Do you think Captain Walker will be there too?” Kiara perked right the fuck up at that idea.

“Probably. He always is, but why? Who cares?” Madeleine asked haughtily.

“Oh, he’s very handsome, right Ki?” Penelope giggled.

Madeleine rolled her eyes. Kiara blushed.

Hana caught my eye, hers sparkling with amusement as she said, “Oh, yes, he’s very handsome!”

“Do you think he’s seeing anyone?” Kiara asked.

“Why do you care?” Madeleine asked, “You’re here for Leo. Not that I mind if you’d rather run off with his scruffy stepbrother, or whatever he is.”

“He’s a member of the royal family by adoption or something, right?” Penelope asked.

“What he isn’t, is a prince.” Madeleine stated firmly, as if that settled something.

“I overheard him telling Liam that he’s seeing someone.” I said with fake sympathy. Why the hell did I do that?

Kiara’s face fell, “Oh. Tres décevant.”

Hana was positively vibrating with mirth. I glanced at Olivia who was giving me an appraising look. Oops. She definitely knew I was lying, but she wasn’t calling me out on it. Yet. I was sure that conversation was coming.

My phone dinged and I looked down with a smirk. It had been exactly one hour. Liam text me first. He was nothing if not punctual.

Drake wasn’t far behind him though.

I was harsher with Drake because he did start it. Not that I could completely blame him. I did mark Liam up pretty good. I knew Drake wasn’t exactly going to be happy when he saw it. But still. If it hadn’t happened while I was actively building a relationship with a suspect, I might have found their bantering funny. They hadn’t crossed a line into actual fighting or bad feelings. But it did happen during the middle of an investigation and that was a problem. I would have to have a talk with each of them. I might have to pull back from both of them. I couldn’t jeopardize the investigation no matter how much I felt pulled to either one of them.

The luncheon with the queen was next. It was at a formal restaurant near the track. I stepped outside onto a patio for a little privacy so I could check in with Jared. I wasn’t the only one looking for privacy to make a call though.

“Mother, I’m telling you that he doesn’t like me like that…… No, yes, Prince Leo is exceedingly nice and charming but……no, he doesn’t……….Yes there are other men here, but I don’t………yes, mother……….I understand………but I’m not ready……You never listen to me! You don’t care what I want! You and father both just-OH!” She broke off when she saw me.

I made a face and shook my head to show her I was sorry for interrupting.

“I have to go, Mother, the luncheon is starting.” Hana ended the call though I could hear the sound of her mother’s voice still talking.

“I’m sooooo sorry!” I told her.

“It’s ok. If someone had to overhear that, I’m glad it was you.” She gave me a rueful smile.

“Anything you want to talk about?”

She sighed as she sat down at one of the tables, “Just the same old shit. Find a man from a good family, settle down, get married, continue the family legacy, blah blah fucking blah.”

I dropped into the chair next to her, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I’m still sorry you have to deal with that.” I said, taking her hand.

“Yeah, well. I’m used to it.”

“Have you considered just telling her you’re a lesbian?”

“What? No! No, no, no, no, no! That would not go over well at all!”

“But you deserve to be happy.”

“I’m pretty sure my happiness is the last thing on their priority list.” She sounded so defeated.

“So, you and your mom aren’t close?” I was half digging for information and half actually curious. Hana was a good person, I liked her. I hoped, for her sake, that her mother wasn’t involved with the Via Imperii.

“Not really. My parents are all about expectations and responsibilities.” She heaved a frustrated sigh.

“You said this was your first time at court, your first time in Cordonia.”

“Yeah.”

“Your mom didn’t bring you here as a child? You said she was from here. Did she never bring you to visit family? I don’t mean to pry; you don’t have to answer that.”

“My mother was an only child, like me. Her parents followed her to Shanghai. She hasn’t visited Cordonia in thirty years. Why?”

“I just wonder what the big push for you to be at court is, if she doesn’t really feel a tie to here. Like it’s not her home anymore, if that makes sense.”

“It makes sense to me. But to my mother, it’s not about caring about Cordonia, it’s just about me finding a suitable match and even living abroad, my grandparents are still Cordonian nobility.”

I gave her hand a squeeze, “Well, I’m sorry and I’m always here to listen if you need a friend.”

“Thanks, Riley.”

“You’re welcome. We should get inside; they’re probably wondering where we are.”

“Right. Did you come out here to make a call though? I could leave and give you some privacy.”

“That would be great, if you don’t mind.”

After Hana left, I checked in with Jared. I also told him that Hana’s mother hadn’t been in Cordonia in thirty years and asked him to dive further into what she’s been doing in those years.

I learned nothing of any value at the luncheon. The next event of the day was the cocktail party in grand dining hall of the palace, followed immediately by the Derby Gala in the grand ballroom . The Cordonian Derby was a weeklong event. The gala was traditionally held the evening of opening day. There would be related social events and parties all week. It was ridiculous is what it was, but it gave me plenty of opportunities to socialize and get closer to my suspects.

I changed into my formal attire for the night then sent a quick text to Drake to verify our plans for later.

Olivia found me about fifteen seconds after I entered the dining hall. “Soooooo….” She drawled.

I arched an eyebrow at her, “What?”

“You told Kiara that Drake is seeing someone.”

“I did say that.” I hedged as I looked around for a waiter. I needed a drink already.

She tilted her head as she studied me, “But he’s not….unless I’m missing something, and I don’t miss much.”

“Huh. Guess I misunderstood.”

“Right. You’re up to something.”

“Like what?”

Her eyes narrowed, “I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out.”

I suppressed a sigh. Great, just what I needed. Olivia fucking Nevrakis up my ass.

“I’m not up to anything, Liv. Drake is my friend and I know he doesn’t like Kiara. I did him a favor, backing her off.”

She lifted an eyebrow at my use of her nickname but didn’t comment on it, “Uh huh.”

I knew if she mentioned the incident to Drake, he’d be far too happy about it and I’d never hear the end of it.

I avoided Drake for the entirety of the cocktail party. Partly because of the Liv/Kiara thing but mostly because being seen with him would mess up my story that I disdained the lower classes. Which was ridiculous since he’d been raised with Leo and Liam. He was largely accepted as a member of the royal family and certainly treated as such by both Leo and Liam, as well as the king and queen. A fact that I’m sure only reinforced the Via Imperii belief that the Rys monarchy needed more control and oversight.

Did people like Neville and Madeleine really imagine there was something special about their DNA that people who weren’t born into money lacked? Of all the groups I’d infiltrated, they were one of the oddest. But in the end, it just came down to amassing more power and money for themselves, so they were no different than the drug cartels or the human trafficking rings. Self-centered, self-serving with no humanity.

I avoided Liam too, focusing on charming and dazzling people like Neville, Rashad and Tariq. I also made a point to talk to the few suitors I hadn’t met yet. Anyone could be a suspect. I would eventually narrow in on Via Imperii members, but until I knew who they were, everyone was a suspect. Even those who weren’t could have information on those who were.

At the gala I was seated next to Cedric Vescovi. His endless chatter about his family’s rightful legacy having been stripped by a conspiracy against his ancestor by an illegitimate pretender to the crown, a commoner who swayed the king’s opinion, put him firmly on my radar. A simple “Oh, please, do tell me more.” Kept him talking incessantly. I made a note to myself that if he was Via Imperii, he would be a treasure trove of information.

When dinner was cleared and the music started, Liam appeared at my side, “I believe you promised me a dance?”

I gave him a dazzling smile, “I did. If you’ll excuse me.” I said to Cedric before letting Liam sweep me into his arms and onto the dance floor.

Everyone was expected to mingle at these events. What you couldn’t do was be seen dancing too much with just one person. But no one would blame me for flirting with Liam, even though I was there as a suitor for Leo. Most ladies from noble houses were raised to do exactly that, cast a wide net. Every young woman there for the social season dreamed of being queen and Leo was the most direct route to that, but he could only choose one. Liam was a good alternative. If anyone suspected anything between the two us, they’d assume I was just hedging my bets.

The social season, from time immemorable, has been about young ladies from noble houses finding suitable husbands. And about wealthy men finding suitable wives. But the power dynamics have always been skewed. The women are pranced around like merchandise for the men to peruse. It’s gross. I myself had eschewed my own debutante season. I had never participated in any of it, which turned out to be a good thing. Had my picture been splashed all over the social pages, even just locally in Monterisso, I would never have been able to have an undercover career.

I would have been a celebrity in Monterisso, a member of the royal family, but in Cordonia I was just another suitor. It was why this case had to be wrapped up before the end of the social season. Because I’d have no reason to stay unless I got engaged to the prince, which I couldn’t do because then I would be news. So even a fake engagement was out of the question.

“Riley, I’d like to apologize again-“

He looked at me with such regret that any lingering anger or annoyance on my part evaporated, “Liam, it’s fine. You really did very little other than react. But as a prince, I know you’ve been trained not to let purposeful provocation get under your skin.”

“You’re right. I’m just not used to having to employ that with my best friend.”

“I know. And that’s my fault. I really shouldn’t be-“

“No! Please don’t finish that sentence, Riley! Drake and I are both grown men who knew what the situation was when we got into it. We’ll do better.”

“You can’t make promises for him.”

“No, but I can promise that I’ll do better. I won’t let him provoke me again, even if he tries. I promise. Please don’t let this come between us.”

I looked up into his pleading eyes and I knew I couldn’t cut him off, that I didn’t even want to. Shit. When had that happened?

Drake

Watching her dance and flirt with other men all night kind of got under my skin and I was pretty sure she was doing it on purpose.

Not that I didn’t deserve it. I knew I’d been as ass earlier with Liam, but damn. I couldn’t help it. Seeing those marks on his neck pushed a button in me that I hadn’t known I had. I mean, I knew they were sleeping together. Or that they’d slept together twice anyway. And I knew when she told me she had plans with him that it was probably going to happen a third time. But seeing the proof of it hit different.

I wasn’t really mad at Liam, though. How could I be? What was he doing differently than I was? I didn’t back off after I found out she was his mystery girl from New York. I mean, I did, but only for about five minutes.

She’d been very clear from the beginning that she wasn’t going to get involved, get serious with anyone. And that hadn’t bothered me, not back then anyway. I hadn’t wanted a relationship any more than she had. Too much work, too much investment and input for very little payback. Sex was easy to come by, for me anyway. Marco had been right in his assessment of my nonexistent dating life: I never took a woman anywhere, I just left with them.

I had never planned on doing the long-term relationship thing, much less marriage, kids, none of that. Mom wanted grandkids, she had Savannah for that. My line of work is dangerous. I just didn’t see the point in having a family to leave behind if I ended up dead. My job could very well require that someday. I didn’t want to shatter a child’s heart with grief. I knew what that was like.

But fuck if this girl didn’t have me reconsidering everything I thought I knew about myself. She had me wondering what a life with her might look like. She had me doing shit I hadn’t done since fucking high school. Planning dates. Spending my free time trying to think up things to do with her, things to say to her, things to impress her. She made me feel things I wasn’t used to feeling.

Not that it mattered. She didn’t want any of that. When it came to relationships, she was basically me but in a woman’s body. An amazing, beautiful, gorgeous body. It wasn’t just her physical attractiveness that drew me to her though. It was also her intelligence and sense of humor, and don’t get me started on the things she does in bed. Jesus.

So no, I was not mad at Liam for pursuing her, not really. I was mad at myself for letting it bother me. I’d never really experienced jealousy before. Not like this. I wanted to walk across the room and rip Neville’s hands off her, and Rashad’s and Cedric’s. Shit. I was in deep, and I knew it. I was out of my element. Picking up women was easy. Getting their attention was easy. Getting them into bed was easy. I wasn’t sure how to go about keeping that attention. I’d never wanted to before.

I wanted her to like me, not just like sleeping with me. But how was I supposed to find out how she felt without scaring her off? Pass her a note in fucking gym class?

Watching her ignore me all night was made all the worse because I didn’t know if she was still mad at me, wasn’t sure if she was going to tell me to fuck off. She’d agreed to go out with me after the gala, but that might not mean anything. She might be waiting until then to tell me she was done with me. I didn’t want her to be done with me. I didn’t want her to stop paying attention to me, I didn’t want her to leave at the end of all of this and just forget about me. I wanted something….more. And I had no idea what to do about any of it.

Liam

I knew she wasn’t as jaded as she wanted everyone to think she was. She had a heart, and it was soft and vulnerable and that’s why she protected it. I could see it so clearly. I saw it that first night in New York.

Yes, she was full of life and fire, she glowed with it. She was magnetic, drawing men to her effortlessly, most of them knocking into her in vain, unable to penetrate her shields. But she was more than that. Everyone could see the physical beauty and that spark of life that was so intoxicating, but not everyone realized how much more was simmering below the surface.

I did. And I wanted it, all of it. Not just her fire, not just her passion, I wanted her depths, her pain, her tenderness. I wanted every piece of her.

She was meant to be here, meant to be with me, I’d known it the day I’d walked into the conference room and found her there with Drake.

Speaking of Drake. I’d never seen him like he was with her. Had he ever even slept with same woman more than two or three times? No, he was completely gone on her and I couldn’t blame him, so was I. If it were any other woman, I would have backed off. I mean, how often does a man who has avoided romance his whole life actually go and fall in love?

But she wasn’t any other woman, and I couldn’t back off. I knew with everything in me that this woman was my destiny. She wasn’t there yet and that was ok. I could be patient, I could wait. I would show her that she could trust me, that her heart was safe with me. I had no idea why she felt the need to shield herself, but I knew that I would never hurt her, never give her any reason to doubt my love and devotion. It was going to take time, though. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all.

The problem was that time wasn’t on my side. The social season had an end, her investigation had a deadline and then she’d disappear into an alternate identity again. I was willing to wait forever, but I didn’t have forever.

What I did have was faith. There were almost nine million people living in New York City and roughly sixty-six million more visited every year. What were the odds, really, of the two of us running into each other that night? What were the odds that she would then, five months later, be assigned to this case? It was fate, it had to be. Time might not have been on my side, but fate was, I just had to figure out how to help it along.

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