#danny angst | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

Text

Too Late To Go Back

Danny x Reader (f)

Warnings: Allusion to alcohol consumption

Find All Parts Here

You wake up to the sound of knocking on your front door. Sitting up in bed, you lean over and grab your phone checking the time. It’s 2:30 am. Huffing, you get out of bed and pull on an oversized sweatshirt. Walking out of your bedroom and into the living room, you walk the distance to the front door and look through the peephole. Closing your eyes with a sigh, you unlock the door and open it.

“Danny, what are you doing here?” You ask.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” He replies, clearly very drunk.

“Were your brothers not with you?” You question as he stumbles inside.

“No, they all had something or someone better to do.” He hiccups.

Taking a deep breath, you close and lock the door. You watch as he makes his way to your room. “Danny no, you can’t stay here. I’ll call Sam and have him come get you.” You say as you walk over and grab his arm to stop him from entering your room.

“He won’t answer. I’ve tried calling.” He says with a whine.

“Okay then, I’ll call Jake or Josh.” You huff.

“Nope. Josh is in Michigan and Jake’s with Jita somewhere.” He says raising a finger and twirling it around.

“So there’s really no getting you out of here.”

“Nope.” He says, popping his lips.

Groaning, you rub your temples. “Okay fine. You can sleep on the couch. Stay here and I’ll grab a blanket and pillow.” You say.

Walking into your room, you go to your closet to grab what you need. When you turn to go back into the living room, you find Danny sprawled out on your bed. “Damnit Danny!” You shout, startling him awake.

“What? What?” He asks in his confusion.

“Get out of my bed. You’re sleeping on the couch.” You snap.

With a whine, Danny flops back onto the bed. “I won’t bite. Your bed is so comfy. I’ve missed it.” He says turning onto his side and cuddling your pillow.

“I’m serious Danny, get up.”

“Please just let me sleep here.” He begs.

Swallowing your anger and rolling your eyes, you decide not to argue with him and start walking out of the room to sleep on the couch. Danny notices and calls out to you. “Will you please come hold me?”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him. “No Daniel. You’re lucky I even opened that door. Now go to sleep.”

Sitting up on one arm, he holds out his other hand and says, “Please baby?”

“No.”

You walk out of the room and go lay on the couch. Getting yourself settled, you close your eyes to try and get a couple more hours of sleep. Just before you fall asleep, you hear Danny talking. “I never should have let you go. You were perfect. Are perfect. I’ll never love someone like I love you.”

You pretend you didn’t hear him. Turning on your side, you face the back of the couch. Before you can stop yourself, you start replaying that night in your mind. You’d just gotten back to Danny’s from Jake and Jita’s engagement party. You’d had a great time celebrating their love and your mind wandered to when you and Danny might have an engagement party of your own. You’d been together for years and had both talked about marriage a lot recently, so it wasn’t an odd thing to think about. You’d expressed to Danny the things you’d like and what you’d want to do differently. Then suddenly, Danny got really quiet and wouldn’t even look at you.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” You asked concerned.

“Yeah, it’s nothing.” He says with a wave of his hand to try and brush it off.

“Oh okay. You know you could tell me if something’s wrong. But I won’t pry.” You say gently.

“What if I didn’t want to get married?” He blurts.

Taken aback, you stutter, “I— I don’t know. I guess we’d just keep living how we have been. But maybe eventually get a place together.”

“I mean what if I didn’t want to marry you.” He says as he raises his face to watch your reaction.

“If that’s the case, why be with me at all?” You ask, anger and hurt seeping from you.

“I don’t know. We started dating pretty young. We’ve been together so long it feels like it’s just a habit at this point.” He says, leaning forward and resting his arms on his thighs.

Your face heats up with rage. “Excuse me?” You ask, voice rising.

“I guess I just thought I’d have more experience before settling down.” He says with a shrug.

“More experience.” You repeat back, folding your arms across your chest. “You wouldn’t want to marry me because I prevented you from having more experiences with other people?”

“You could put it that way.” He sighs, annoyed.

“What other way would you put it?” You ask curtly.

“I don’t know—” He starts.

“You know what, I don’t want to hear it. You want more ‘experience’? Fine. Go have it. I’m clearly just wasting my time thinking we loved each other and only wanted to be with one another.” You say cutting him off, throwing your hands up and walking away.

That was the last time you’d seen Danny before tonight. You’d gone back to your own apartment and refused to talk to him since. That was four months ago. Sighing, you close your eyes and try to not think about it.

“I’d give all I have to go back and change that night. To stop myself from being so stupid.” Danny murmurs.

“It’s too late to go back. Go to sleep Danny.” You say.

“Is it? Is it really too late?” He asks, tears coating his voice.

“Yes. It is.”

taglist: @demolitionndann, @ichoosetheroad-gvf, @gvfjakesjooty, @gretavanloverleaver, @lolipopsandgumdrops, @lightmylove-gvf, @positivegvfthings, @myfavsstuff-blog

#danny wagner #danny gvf #daniel wagner #danny x reader #danny angst #danny wagner fic #danny wagner gvf #gvf danny #gvf blurb #gvf imagine #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf angst #greta van fleet #greta van angst #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fic #greta fic #danny gvf fic

68 notes · View notes

yournewmisstress · 20 days

Text

In the Danny is Damian’s brother trope what if instead of Damian not telling the family about Danny wasn’t because of grief or shame or any of the more commonly used reasons for his silence. What if it was because he heard about how his father talked about Jason after his death, focusing and exaggerating the negative. That he was violent, angry, never listened to orders but in some iterations and popular fanon is that Jason was a cheerful and studious Robin.

What if while compiling info and researching the former robins during his tumultuous introduction he saw what kind of robin Jason was, good with kids and victims. Talking about his favorite books while on patrol and similar. Reminding Damian of his most Beloved brother.

Then he finds out about how Bruce talked about Jason after he died. Using him as an example as what not to do, erasing his good traits and just using him as a cautionary tale of what happens when you don’t follow orders. Just like what Ra’s said about Danny.

So he didn’t tell the family, not out of guilt or grief. But because his father stripped away Jason’s positive traits after death, the son he chose, adopted and loved. Who when he failed because he was a child led astray by his mother. What would he do to his brother, who loved the stars and excelled in stealth, who was quite in his kills but had no lust for killing.

Whether or not Bruce would do this to Danny’s memory doesn’t matter. B’s actions are gonna affect how Damian views his father even years after the initial actions. Because Damian will protect his brothers memory from being twisted even by their father.

#danny and damian are twins #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpjl #danny phantom crossover #angst #Bruce is not trusted by his son and this causes issues #maybe Danny died during a failed mission #or ra’s didn’t want two heirs #the Lazarus pit stole Danny’s body and dropped it on the outskirts of amity park

4K notes · View notes

charlietheepicwriter7 · 4 months

Text

G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉

It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.

"Kin-slayer."

Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.

Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."

Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."

Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"

"Get in the water."

Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-

Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.

"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-

"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?

"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.

Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #Danny: I've been sent to collect all the souls that have escaped various afterlifes for evading ghost taxes or whatever #Danny: *notices the brother who killed him is on the list*#Danny: Oh i'm going to traumatize the hell out of him #c: danny fenton #c: danyal al ghul #c: damian wayne #c: bruce wayne #i know i promised bruce angst but i'm pretty sure he's plenty angsty right now even if it's not his PoV #i've been listening to epic the musical on repeat and thought of this

5K notes · View notes

faeriekit · 1 year

Text

"Do you like this character?🥺?" I want to see him sobbing and writhing in a ditch. Leave me alone

#faer nonsense #lemme just tag every fic I ever wrote real quick #ao3 #blister pack #danny phantom #dcu crossover #pjo #dc #dp x dc #Drake manor #apartment 31c #this is why I write angst huh #ANAKIN COMPLEX BE UPON YE

24K notes · View notes

ohlooh · 4 months

Text

Danny Fenton was tired. He was also annoyed, just a little bit angry and disappointed, but mainly he was tired.

Tired of the excuses, of the missed dates, of the nights he waited for Dick to come home only for him to show up in the morning with a sheepish smile and an excuse.

He tried to be understanding, he tried to ignore the instincts that screamed that Dick was leaving him, that he was finally getting tired of him and had found someone else.

The problem was that ghosts were beings of emotion. They loved with all their core, they also hated with the same passion, but Danny ignored that. If their partner was not as dedicated, the ghost suffered, their core tried to reach out, form and maintain the bond all alone. Some ghosts even ended up with cracked or shattered cores because they fell for the wrong person.

Danny foolishly thought he would be spared this, he was still half human after all. He was forced to let go of that illusion today. This evening was his and Dick's anniversary dinner. They had planned this months in advance and Dick never even showed up.

Danny felt his core crack on the way home. Not a big break, just a little barely noticeable nick, but given time it could grow deeper and shatter him. So Danny made the decision and packed his things, left a note letting Dick know and left.

#death defying #dick grasyon #danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #dick x danny #angst #ghost cores

3K notes · View notes

floq · 3 months

Text

lies that just keep piling up ~

#hehe gray ghost angst #just for before valentine’s day #this was an old sketch I decided to color #danny phantom #dp #my art #danny fenton #valerie gray #gray ghost #dp fanart

2K notes · View notes

too-much-tma-stuff · 3 months

Text

This idea sort of burst out of me like Alien so it's unedited. There will probably be more.

In short, Cas picks up on the fact that Danny is pregnant at a Wayne Gala and have the right idea but the wrong context.

Masterpost

------

Danny was barely holding it together and really he had been for a long time. It had sort of been fun and games at first when he became a hero. Sure his accident had hurt like hell but he'd sort of repressed that and for real? Lunch Lady? Box Ghost? Even Skulker was sort of a joke and he hasn't actually felt threatened. Sneaking around behind his parents backs and sneaking out with his friends had been fun. It had all felt like a game at first, and then somewhere in there things had gotten very real.

He'd known he couldn't count on his family to protect him but they couldn't even see Vlad was a threat. And he felt like he had lost the last of his innocence when he saw the clone Vlad had made of him melt. He hasn't been in time, he had panicked and he had only managed to save a couple by taking them into his own body to shield their still forming cores. Ellie and... should Danny name the other one or would he name himself when he was ready?

He kept touching his stomach over where he could feel the little balls of his mirror children hovering just below his own core. He was so tired all the time as they relied on his energy, he was eating more then ever and he knew his family was worried. He didn't think he could hide this and he couldn't predict when they would emerge. What if they did in front of his parents? They definitely wouldn't react well. And Vlad kept trying to use this against Danny. Promising to look after him and the babies if he was really insisting on carrying them, as if Danny could rip those tiny 'lives' out of himself now.

And no matter how many times he tried to tell his parents that Vlad was bad news, that he creeped Danny out and made him feel unsafe they wouldn't listen! Dad didn't even hear him and mom made sympathetic noises and then told him to bear with it for Jack's sake because he didn't have many friends.

So of course when Vlad had asked if 'Daniel' could accompany him to a gala in Gotham his father had agreed! Even his mother had agreed when Vlad promised it would be educational and safe! And here Danny was, hanging on by a fucking thread in a suit that felt uncomfortably tight around his middle, having just escaped being paraded around as Vlad heir like a particularly expensive watch. He was behind the snack table having piled a plate as high as he could and scarfing it down before Vlad could find him again and scold him for being rude. He hadn't noticed yet that a family of dark haired socialites kept giving him worried looks. A young woman with dark eyes signing frantically to a man with blue eyes and a dimpled frown.

It was the man who slid up carefully next to Danny trying not to startle since he seemed to have genuine food aggression.

"Yeesh kid you seem like you're starving! All those fancy Hors d'oeuvres are fun but not very cooling and I feel like I'd be a poor host if I didn't offer you something more filling! If you'll come me to the kitchen I'm sure our family butler would be happy to whip something up for you?" The man said with an inviting some that did nothing to sooth the way Danny's hackles raised instinctively.

He was about to say no on reflex when he spotted Vlad heading towards them with an expression like a thunder cloud. Danny's back went ridged and the other man followed his gaze with a frown. "You know what ya that sounds great let's go now!" Danny said dropping his half full plate on a nearby tray and dragged the stranger away with him as Vlad shouted after him.

"Daniel come back this instant! Unhand mister Wayne! Daniel this is unacceptable!"

'Mr. Wayne' took over leading them and spirited Danny through a back door as a bubbly blonde intercepted Vlad and a small woman slid in behind them like a shadow.

"So, Danial I assume?" The man asked, amusement crinkling around his eyes as Danny grimaced.

"Mr. Wayne I assume?" Danny returned, unaware of the way one arm was protectively wrapped around his stomach, but the girl noticed. It was Dicks turn to grimace.

"Okay ya, I go by Dick. What about you?"

"Danny," he said not reacting to the name, he'd heard far stranger. "And what about you?" He asked Cas, startling Dick a little because she was doing her 'shadow thing' and not many people would have noticed her.

"That's Cas, she has a hard time talking sometimes," Dick explained as Cas materialized and gave Danny a reassuring smile and wave.

The teen harrumphed but he did follow them down to the kitchen where Alfred was drinking a cup of tea, staying well clear of the foolishness upstairs. "Ah, hello young masters," Alfred he said, glancing between the three with a raised brow. Though the two who knew him could see the way his expression softened when Danny shrunk in on himself. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Alfred do we have any leftovers from dinner or something filling we can whip up fast? Danny here is too hungry for just the fancy font for upstairs." Dick asked cheerfully.

Alfred raised his eyebrows again and looked at Cas who was standing behind Danny. Glancing at Danny to make sure he wasn't looking she grimaced then touched her stomach and mimed holding an infant.

Alfred's expression turned stormy for just a moment then smoothed. "Of course we do, Why don't you make our guest comfortable and I'll see what I can do. Do you have any allergies young man?" Alfred asked and Danny shook his head mutely.

"You're the best Alfie!" Dick said, hovering a hand over Danny's shoulder rather then actually touching him as he leas him towards the comfortable breakfast nook.

The boy seemed tight lipped and gaunt, his eyes flicking around them as if he expected a threat to pop up at any time. Dick slipped into the booth across from him. Trying to think of the best way to ask this kid how... why, and who hurt him.

Cas has stayed in the kitchen, but not for long. She came to them with a tray of mugs moments later and slipped into the booth next to Danny. Gently she took his hands and pressed the warm mug unto them. He blinked and focused of it, as if on autopilot he lifted it to his lips, Cas keeping a hand on his elbow to steady him as he drank.

The warm comforting drink, and hand on his arm, presence by his side as Cas slid imperceptibly closet and closer till she was pressed against Danny's shoulder, felt like they were taking him apart from the inside. Thawing out the cold numbness he shielded himself behind. Half way through his tea he glanced up, at the worried blue eyes so like Jazz, so worried and warm.

He put down the mug suddenly as a sob shook his body. Cas wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, cooing comforting wordless little sounds as she let him bury his face into her chest and just sob heaving, exhausting outbursts of repressed emotion.

"Are the babies okay?" She asked and he froze, his breath catching in his throat. She clicked her tongue and rocked him gently. "Okay, okay, not in trouble," she promised.

"They- I don't know, they were so weak, I’m trying, but I don't know if I can keep them alive." Danny sobbed lifting his hands to cover his face.

"The stress can't be helping," Dick pointed out, climbing across the table like it was nothing to sit next to them and rub Danny's back. Danny gave a little hiccupping hysterical laugh. "Do you have support, or like, do you know your options?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm not getting rid of my babies! I don't care if the man who made them is an obsessive creep who drugged me! I love them they're MINE!" The feral protectiveness seemed to startle Dick even as Cas continued to make soothing sounds.

"Your choice, only yours," she promised. "Have help?"

Danny sniffled and shook his head. "Safe?" Another shake of the head.

"The man who... did this?" Dick asked as delicately as he could. Another hysterical laugh.

"I've tried! I've tried to tell my parents he's a creep, he's dangerous but they don't listen! My dad thinks he hung the fucking stars, mom says he's harmless. They don't believe me! I-I can't tell them about the babies. They'd make me get rid of them or worse! I can't." Danny sobbed and Cas soothed.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to." She promised. "You stay with us, you and babies safe, never have to see him again."

"Ya right. Wait, your serious? What" Danny asked, pulling back and looking at her with wide bloodshot eyes.

"She's very serious young master," Alfred said as he approached making Danny jump. there was a hard set to the old man's jaw and steal in his eyes that left no room for questions as he set a plate of eggs, sausage, and fruit in front of Danny. "Master Bruce has a foster license and is a mandatory reporter. I'm sure once he hears even a fraction of this he will insist you stay. I will prepare a room for you. Am I to assume the man who's shouting demanding your return upstairs is the source of this distress?"

Danny swallowed and nodded, Alfred nodded back and paused to rest a gloved hand gently on Danny's hair before walking away briskly.

"Eat," Cas said, nudging him gently to let go of her. "As much as you want. Still hungry? We raid Tim's secret cereal stash."

"Gasp! You know where it is? You've been holding out on me?!" Dick demanded with exaggerated betrayal and as the two started to banter Danny ate. He was glad of the distraction, of not having the attention on him as he devoured the healthy, and nutritious meal the butler had made for him. It had been a while since he'd had a good home cooked meal, it made his core feel warm and he could feel the two little echoes as his hummed.

The babies were happy too, he didn't believe these people could keep him safe from Vlad really, but this was nice. Maybe he would let them try, get a few more good meals, a respite, and maybe... maybe his parents would finally notice that something was wrong and actually stand up for him?

That was probably wishful thinking but he could hope right? there was no harm in that.

Part 2

#fanfiction #danny phantom #dc x dp #angst #misunderstanding #the bats think Danny is normal pregnant not incubating cores #Vlad is a creep #stalker Vlad #vlad plasmius #dick grayson #cassandra cain #feedback and comments welcome #for some reason it won't let me add a title #I wouldn't really know what to call it anyway

2K notes · View notes

atomicsheepscientist · 4 months

Text

Dp x Dc fic idea that wouldn't let me sleep:

"No, you don't understand! I need my powers. I'll die without them!" Danny pleaded with the officer in front of him.

"Sure, kid, and I need a burger. You'll be just fine without your flight or superstrength or whatever. Look, I see kids like you all the time nowadays. You think just because you have a few powers, you can become some kind of hero. You run away from home, cause trouble in the name of 'justice' or whatever. Then reality hits. You start stealing. What's a few stolen bucks or candy bars in the name of the greater good, right? It's a downward spiral from there. Seems you were pretty far down the spiral. Beating up government agents? Kid, there is no way in hell I'm letting you out of here without the meta power suppressant collar. You're lucky Mr. Wayne was so generous and decided to foster you until we find your parents. I would've sent your troublesome ass back to juvie."

I was thinking this was a bad timeline where the Fenton parents died and Danny ran away. The power suppressing collar does work on him somehow, and cuts him off from his ghost half, which stops the ectoplasm that was keeping him alive since the accident.

I pictured Bruce as the foster parent that decided to help the troubled teen, but it could be anyone. Imagine if Lex Luthor decided he wanted to "help" (read: manipulate the young meta into doing his bidding) Danny instead. Extra angst.

#DP fans like angst right?#munch on this angst #dpxdc #dcxdp #writing prompts #angst #danny phantom #danny fenton #runaway danny

2K notes · View notes

halfa-failure · 29 days

Text

What did blud witness

#tw: eyestrain #eyestrain #danny phantom #digital art #angst #more tears #but it dissolves #danny fenton #art #cackling #screaming crying throwing up #dp #dp fanart #my art #dannypocalypse #RISEEE #halfa-failure

1K notes · View notes

lorelxlz · 2 months

Text

tw // eye pulling and mild body horror

not quite human anymore

#not sure about the content warnings but i figured just to be safe #danny phantom #danny fenton #danny phantom fanart #me when my childhood show has massive angst potential #ALSO the lichtenberg scar idea is so cool i love it #but its so so painful to draw #phandom #cw body horror

1K notes · View notes

dclovesdanny · 1 month

Text

You know those fics where Danny and Damian are twins? What if we made them slightly angstier/different?

What if a bad reveal happens, and Clockwork de ages Danny to the age he was when he ‘died’ with the Al ghul’s?

Meanwhile, Damian had revealed his brothers existence, and a grave was made for his brother on the Wayne cemetery, even though they didn’t have a body.

One night, Jason and Damian go to the grave again, and hear a noise. A scratching sound that Jason knows far too well. Within a second, he starts digging, trying to get to the coffin. Damian notices that both his and Jason’s eyes are glowing, yet he doesn’t feel rage, only curiosity.

Jason finally reaches the coffin and yanks the top open, to reveal a crying de aged Danny, who was scraping at the coffin, thinking his parents buried him. It’s not until he opens his eyes, and sees his twin that he figures out what’s going on.

“Akhi… where are we?”

#angst #dcxdp #dc x dp #danny and damian are twins #chaos and angst #de aged danny #no one knows what’s going on

2K notes · View notes

stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

Text

Too Late To Go Back

Part Two

Danny x Reader (f)

Warnings: cursing, mention of alcohol consumption

Find All Parts Here

Danny wakes up in a familiar but strange environment the next morning. Sitting up and looking around, he immediately knows where he is. Taking a deep breath, he prepares himself for what’s probably to come. You’re probably pissed that he showed up here. Fighting the urge to sleep off this hangover, he got out of your bed and quietly put his shoes on. As he silently crept out of your room, he saw you asleep on your couch. You looked so beautiful, even with your hair tousled and arm thrown across your face.

He quietly walked over and knelt down beside you. Sighing, he takes you in. He knows coming here was a mistake. He’s slowly starting to remember the events of the night before. He’d gone out alone and got incredibly drunk. In his drunken stupor, he’d come here thinking he could convince you to take him back. But there was no way that would happen. He knew how bad he messed up and he couldn’t blame you. At least he was able to see you again, he thought. Leaning close to you, he thought about leaving a kiss on your cheek, but thought better of it and stood up to try and sneak out without waking you.

You’d been awake the whole time, but pretended not to be to avoid having to talk to him. When you heard him stand and walk around the couch and toward the door, you couldn’t help it. You sat up and looked at him.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, his head whips around and you say, “Danny?”

Wide eyed, he swallows thickly and says, “Yeah?”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You question.

“Yes. I remember.” He replies.

Nodding your head, you look down at your hands. “This can’t happen again. I mean it Danny.” You say, looking back up at him.

He nods and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I know. It won’t. I promise. I am sorry about last night. Thanks for letting me crash here. Also, sorry about taking your bed. It should have been me sleeping on the couch.”

You give a small chuckle and say, “Yeah, but there was no arguing with you.”

He lets out a breathy laugh and says, “Yeah. Sorry about that again.”

“It’s okay.” You say with a small grin.

Taking in a deep breath, Danny points his thumb toward the door. “Well, I should probably get going. Thanks again for letting me in the door let alone crash here last night.”

“Yeah, of course.” You say as you get up from the couch and stand facing him.

Danny closes the distance between where he was standing and the door. Grabbing the door knob, he hesitates. “I meant what I said last night. I’d give anything to go back and change how things went. I still love you and I always will. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, I don’t deserve it.” He trails off. Turning the knob and opening the door, he steps out.

“Danny?” You call as he’s closing the door behind him.

“Yes?” He answers, peeking his head back into your apartment.

“Just stay for breakfast. Do you even have a way to get back home?” You ask.

“No, I ubered here and my phone’s dead. I was just going to walk down to Starbuck or something and ask to use someone’s phone to call Sam.” He states.

“Charge your phone and I’ll make some coffee. I can make some toast, or I can have something delivered.” You say as you fold up the blanket you used last night.

“No, no. I don’t want to put you out.” Danny says, shaking his head.

“You’re not putting me out. The charger is where it always is. Be thinking about what you want to eat while I put this stuff away and take a shower.” You say gathering up the blanket and pillow to put back into the closet.

“Are you sure?” Danny calls as he walks back into your apartment and closes the door behind him.

“I’m sure.” You say, tossing the stuff into the bottom of your closet and grabbing a change of clothes. Walking back out of your room, you find Danny standing awkwardly beside the couch. “Go on, put your phone on the charger.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He says before walking into your room and plugging in his phone.

You go into the bathroom and close the door. Putting your clothes on the side of the sink, you turn and reach for the shower handles and get the temperature of the water just right. Discarding your current clothes, you step into the shower. Letting the hot water cascade down your body, you stand there for a moment and relish in the warmth. Sighing, you start your routine. As you’re close to finishing, you hear a knock on the bathroom door.

“What?” You call out as you rinse the conditioner out of your hair. You hear Danny say something, but you can’t make it out. “What?” You ask. He starts to say something, but you still can’t understand him. “Just open the door. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.” You huff out.

Slowly opening the door just a little, Danny says, “I was saying that I ordered breakfast. I ordered from that breakfast place you love. I got you the egg muffins you like and the breakfast potatoes.”

“Oh okay, thank you. Just grab how much I owe you out of my purse.” You say.

“No, you don’t owe me anything. This is the least I could do.” He says before closing the door.

You finish with your shower, and step out. Wrapping your towel around you, you go to do your hair routine. When you’re done, you change into your clothes and gather up the dirty ones to throw into your laundry basket. Opening the bathroom door, you spot Danny plating the breakfast for you.

Looking up at you, his face softens for a moment. It’s almost like old times. But, it’s not. Giving his head a shake he says, “Hey, breakfast is ready whenever you are. I made a pot of coffee too. Do you want me to make you a cup?”

“Oh wow, that got here fast. Um, yeah if you don’t mind.” You say as you walk to your room to put away your dirty clothes.

“Just sweet cream right?” Danny asks.

“Yep.” You answer.

Walking back out, you go to sit at your little kitchen table. Danny has already set out your plate and silverware. Taking your seat, Danny comes over with mugs in hand and places one next to your hand. Picking up your fork and knife, you cut into the spinach and bacon egg muffin.

Taking a bite, you say, “This is so good. Thank you again for ordering this. I really don’t mind paying you back though.”

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, it’s the least I could do.” Danny says before taking a bite of his french toast.

You eat the rest of your food in silence. As you stand to put your plate and silverware in the sink, you hear Danny’s phone start to ring in your room. Danny stands and jogs to answer it. You grab his empty plate and put it in the sink with yours. Walking around the counter, you go and sit on the couch.

“Hey, yeah I’m alright. No, no it’s fine. I crashed at Honey’s.” You hear him say, using your old nickname. “No, she’s fine. I mean probably frustrated, but who wouldn’t be after I was such an ass. Hold on, let me ask.” Covering the phone with his hand, he calls out, “Would it be okay if Sam comes here to pick me up? If not, that's totally fine. I can have him meet me at the bookstore next door.”

“He can come here.” You reply.

“She said that’s fine. Okay. Yeah, see you when you get here.” Danny says before ending the call. Unplugging his phone and putting it in his pocket, he walks into the living room. “He’ll be here in about twenty minutes.” He tells you.

“Okay, sounds good.” You say.

Danny walks over to the couch and sits at the other end. Resting his arm on the arm of the couch, he crosses his legs and sighs. Fidgeting with his phone, he starts shaking his leg. “Thank you again for last night.” He says, glancing over at you.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me Danny.” You whisper.

He looks down at his lap and says, “I know, but I just want to make sure you know that I really do appreciate it.”

“I know.” You reply, looking at him from the corner of your eye.

Inhaling, Danny turns toward you. “I know I don’t have the right to ask this, but I’m going to anyway. Is it really too late for us? Is there nothing I can do to earn your trust and love back?”

Looking over at him, you take him in. The person sitting at the other end of the couch is the Danny you loved. Kind, overly considerate, sweet. You could fall all in love all over again with this Danny. But who’s to say he won’t break your heart again? A wall goes up. Shaking your head, you go to answer.

“Before you say anything. I need you to know that I will never ever treat you like that again.” Danny says, sincerity covering his face.

You know he believes what he’s saying, but you can’t trust him. “You can’t promise that.” You say.

“Let me prove it to you then.” He says leaning toward you and taking your hand.

“Danny—”

“We can take it slow! We’ll work on being friends first. Please just give me a second chance!” He pleads.

Looking deep into his eyes, you can see how badly he wants this. He wants to be better than he’d been that night. Sighing, you look down at his hand holding yours. You slip your hand out of his and say, “Friends. We can work on being friends. I won’t promise anything else.”

"Friends is more than enough. I just want you back in my life."

taglist: @demolitionndann, @ichoosetheroad-gvf, @gvfjakesjooty, @gretavanloverleaver, @lolipopsandgumdrops, @lightmylove-gvf, @positivegvfthings, @myfavsstuff-blog

49 notes · View notes

yennao · 2 months

Text

This took me ten hours, the last 6.5 hours of being yesterday. Please enjoy, My treat

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghosts #:)#the poster says Ghost Free Zone #fyi #angst #obviously #it’s Danny #he’s the king of angst #why do you think I’m here

2K notes · View notes

starry-bi-sky · 4 months

Text

There are two things that Damian knows that he knows Father doesn’t.

He has an older brother

He was dead

(And a secret third thing: Damian was glad he was dead. They did not get along.)

Well. No, correction, they were two things that Damian knew that Father didn't. Past tense. Strange magic swirled through the air and created a mirage before his eyes, and immediately a scowl forms across his face.

The mirage shifts and shimmers like the light hitting a slowly turning prism, and then it settles into a memory. One that Damian does not recall. Like looking into a tv screen, it shows, faintly, a room, with most of the magic going into the image of a crib.

His mother was standing on one side, and next to her, standing on his tiptoes was a small five year old boy looking up at her. With dark hair and skin that was only few shades lighter brown than Damian's, the little boy's resemblance to Damian was undeniable.

However, his eyes were blue. Not green. Damian's scowl deepens, and he sinks back. "Danyal." He mutters, and feels eyes turn on to him.

Danyal Al Ghul. Damian's older brother. A prodigal swordsman like Damian, and five years his senior. He'd be fifteen if he was still alive. His memory of the last time he saw his brother was still clear in his mind.

(A sword to Danyal's neck. Stars were glittering through his window. Damian was five, Danyal ten. He is not sure why Danyal had snuck into his room, all he remembers is hearing a sound and on instinct reaching for his sword.)

(His brother had intercepted easily. But had not shoved the sword away. Moonlight hit his blue eyes, and Damian remembers seeing the pupils shrink to let the light in. His eyes looked almost silver.)

(His brother bares his teeth at him. Damian wants to slice his neck more than anything, and he bares his teeth back. "Good." Danyal says, his voice low in a hiss, "Your reflexes are good, little brother.")

("Of course they are," Damian remembers snarling, and presses the sword closer. But it does not budge. "I am an Al Ghul.")

(Something unrecognizable passes through his brother's eyes, and his mouth twists into something like a smile. "I know." He says, and tilts his head downwards at him. "And you will be great.")

(His brother shoves the sword back, causing Damian to stumble. And like the wind, he is gone.)

(The next morning, he goes on a mission with mother and a few others. Mother is the only one to return with Danyal's sword, and a red-eyed look in her eyes. Damian does not mourn. Now there's only one of them.)

"Momma." The little Danyal-mirage speaks, a furrow between his childlike brows as mother lowers a bundle into the crib. His blue eyes watch her, and lifts onto his toes to peer into the crib as she sets the baby down. "Who is this?"

Their mother's hand comes to rest along his back. "This is Damian, my son." She murmurs, voice low. "He is your little brother. Protect him well."

Damian scoffs internally -- not likely. He remembers every spar he ever had with Danyal, every harsh word and insult. His pushing, pushing, pushing for Damian to get up. To try again. Do it again. The only kindness he ever showed him was when his fingers bled. And even that was harsh, firm. Rolling gauze around his wrist and scolding him, telling him how to wield his weapon better.

(It was the same as everyone else, but somehow it hurt worse coming from his own brother.)

But he watches his older brother's youngest self tilt his head to the side, and then reach his chubby hand through the crib's bars. He runs small, blunt fingers over the baby's arm, and the baby jerks. Through the crib's bars, Damian sees himself grab Danyal's fingers.

And he scowls even deeper.

And Danyal's eyes... widen. He lets out a little gasp, and a small smile Damian's never seen him wear tilts at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at their mother. "Mother," he whispers, "he grabbed me!"

Damian... his scowl falters, for a moment.

He doesn't wait for a response, he looks back to the baby with sparking eyes. His expression melts like sugar as he bounces the finger being gripped tight by the small hand. "Hello, little brother." His brother says, voice its of usual firmness, but there's more fondness underlying it than Damian's ever heard. "My name is Danyal."

The mirage shifts before Damian can comprehend his older brother's voice. It shows the crib again, appearing as if a few days had passed. There is night lilting through the nearby window, and a creek of the door. The baby doesn't stir.

Danyal sneaks in, still wearing his training clothes and a sword strapped to his side. Damian's scowl returns, watching him creep over to the crib. Of course -- the last night he saw his brother wasn't the only time he'd snuck into his room.

Would he go so low as to attack an infant? Damian wonders, watching his brother cross the room to his crib. But while his fingers rest against the hilt, they never curl to unsheathe.

His brother peers into the crib again, and there it is again, that smile wider in the corner of his mouth. It's not a full one, but its as uninhibited as it gets. Dripping honey-sweet with awe. "You are so tiny." Danyal whispers, and pokes a finger back through the crib. It wriggles, then pokes Damian's cheek gently. "Was I as small as you when mother gave birth to me?"

There is no response from the baby. Not a coherent one anyways, the little thing snuffles and turns his head, mouth open to latch. Danyal stills, his eyes grow ever wider again.

Danyal says nothing else, just rests his cheek against the crib and watches the baby sleep in silence. The affection never leaves his young face.

Damian feels unsettled. Off-foot. This Danyal is foreign to him... He wonders what happened to have changed his brother's mind on him.

There's a scuffle, quiet, but there. Danyal picks up on it just as Damian does, and his head pricks up like a deer, head already turning away from the crib. The affection leaves his face, falling away like water into something serious. His blade is already slightly unsheathed.

Two assassins, belonging to grandfather, burst out of the shadows. Their swords swinging into the air and ready to strike.

Danyal kills them both, his back to the crib. It's not without struggle, and when the two assassins lay dead on the floor, the baby is wailing at the top of his lungs. Danyal has a laceration cleaving down diagonal of his cheek. It's close to his eye, just barely missed blinding him.

Damian never knew how he got that scar. He does now. (He doesn't know how to feel about it.)

His brother clutches his bleeding face, sheathing his sword as tears well up onto his face. But he turns towards the crib, and hurries over. "You're okay, you're okay, you're okay." He hushes rapidly, the League-drilled seriousness fallen away to reveal a panic-stricken five year old. He sticks one hand into the crib, the one not clutching anything, and grabs little Damian's hand.

Their mother comes bursting in that moment, and Danyal turns his head towards her. "Mother." He says, his voice cracks un-wantingly. Their mother steps over the bodies of the assassins easily. "They tried to kill Damian."

"But they did not." Talias says, kneeling down next to the crib to inspect Danyal's face and Damian's well-being. When she finds nothing of concern beyond the injury, she continues. "You killed them before they could, Danyal. Well done."

The mirage of his brother nods, his eyes teary and red.

Damian... is discomfited. he never thought Danyal would kill assassins for him. He would have thought his brother would sooner look the other way. The mirage shifts again, and it quickly shows time passing.

Danyal sits in Damian's nursery every night, after that. He lays at the foot of the crib with his sword, a pillow and a blanket with him. Some nights there is nothing but peace -- or as close to peace as a baby could achieve -- and some days assassins break in.

Danyal kills each one.

The mirage shifts again, and it shows more memories of Danyal interacting with Damian during his youth too young for him to remember. His first steps, his first words.

"Danya." The small toddler of Damian says, arms reaching for Danyal.

A frown curls across Danyal's face, and pulls Damian into his lap. "No, no, little brother." He scolds, voice firm but.. softer. "It is Danyal, Damian. Danyal."

"Danya!"

Damian's brother sighs, but there is that same-small tilt at the corner of his mouth. A glimmer in his eyes. A glimmer... that Damian is finding he recognizes.

(He always thought his brother got that look in his eyes when he was mocking him. Was he wrong?)

The mirage shifts again, and this time it shows only mother and Danyal, alone. Danyal is older, taller. Seven, if Damian had to guess. Mother has a stern look on her face, her hands tight on his shoulders. "Damian will be starting training soon, my son."

Ah, then close to eight then. Training starts, always, at three years old. He watches Danyal nod, his expression mimicking their mother's. His arms are folded, always folded, behind his back, always neat.

"You can no longer have the relationship with your brother as you did before." Mother says.

Danyal's expression... falters. It shifts, it fluctuates. He looks surprised, thrown off. Like he isn't quite sure he heard what mother just said. His brows furrow. "What... do you mean, mother?"

"I mean what I said, Danyal." Mother says, stern, "Ra's will be keeping a closer eye on Damian now that he is of age to begin his training. He will not like if he sees you both getting along."

"I am sorry, my child. But your relationship with Damian ends here. You are rivals now, not brothers." In a cruel form a gentleness, mother raises her hand and tucks a stray curl out of Danyal's face.

Of course. Damian never had a relationship with his brother because of Grandfather. Of course. No, he's not feeling a little bitter. No. There's not an inner child that still, like a candleflame, wishes that he'd had a bond with his only flesh and blood.

Danyal is dead now. So it's not like it matters. He's happy about this.

Danyal frowns, and he steps back. He looks lost in thought. "We are still brothers, mother," he says, argues, and looks up to meet mother's eyes. "Let me train him, I will make sure he gets the skill he needs. If we must be rivals, then I will teach him how to defeat me. If he can defeat me, he can defeat anybody."

Their mother, and Damian, both blink in unison. Then mother smiles something sharp, calculated. She folds her hands behind her back. "Then do it. But you will make him hate you."

"...So be it."

Damian.... Damian is silent. His world axis has been tilted on its head. He is sliding, and sliding, and sliding down. Spinning. Many things click into place at once.

More memories from the mirage show. It shows Danyal training Damian. It shows their arguing, their bickering. It shows Danyal going to their mother to praise Damian and his skills, how fast he is picking up on the sword. How one day he will surpass even him.

It shows Danyal sitting outside Damian's bedroom door every night, listening in for anyone who dares to break in. His knees drawn to his chest, his sword at his side. Sometimes he sneaks in, sword drawn, when he hears a sound.

Some nights, Damian wakes up. He remembers those nights. Danyal standing over his bed with his sword unsheathed and tight at his side. He remembers the instant terror as he immediately reached for his own weapon.

His brother always scolded him for his lack of vigilance. That had he been anyone else, Damian would have had his neck cut. He would've been dead already. It only made Damian's hatred of him grow.

But he understands now. Because there were assassins in the room that Damian, four years old, three, did not notice. Not until later. He always assumed the attacks on him after Danyal's death had been because now there was a new heir to target.

It had been the only lesson he'd been even somewhat grateful for.

Then finally the mirage shimmers, and it shows Danyal, ten years old, in one of the training rooms, mid-spar with Mother. It's fast, sharp, impressive and like a blur. Damian is unsure if at ten which one of them was the better swordsman. Some of the assassins who have never met Danyal said Damian was, but the ones who had said it was Danyal. He'll never know.

In a lull in the fight, when their swords are crossed, mother speaks. "Ra's wants you and Damian to fight." She says, teeth grit into a deep scowl. The cross breaks and Danyal jumps back, he frowns.

"We have fought, mother." He says, and dives in first, swinging for mother's feet. Mother dodges, and slices at his arm. He swerves out of the way, twisting on his feet like a dance. "We are always fighting, doesn't he see our spars?"

"Not a spar like that, my son." Mother says, a snarl in her voice. She lunges, and Danyal blocks her blade. "A fight to the death. Father has grown tired of having two heirs."

That gets Danyal's attention -- or, more accurately, it distracts it. His eyes widen, and his sword lowers for a single moment. A mistake. "What?" Is all he gets out before mother has him on his back, her blade pressed to his throat.

He freezes. As does Damian. Danyal's brows furrow, then unfurrow, only to knot up again. "Mother, what do you mean a fight to the death?" He flips to his feet when mother removes the sword. She walks over to grab her water.

"Must I repeat myself, Danyal?" Mother snaps, rubbing her forehead before swigging from her canteen. "Father wants to find out which one of you is the stronger heir, and so you will fight to the death after your training in a few days."

Danyal's tan face loses a shade of color, he looks ashy. "There must be some mistake!" He exclaims, his arms gesturing out as he peers around mother. "There is a five year disparity between us, Damian has only just started training two years ago. It would be an unfair fight!"

"Do you think me unaware?" Mother whirls on him, and there is a grief-stricken look on her face. Like she is already mourning Damian's death. Damian feels ill. "Your skill is far beyond what Damian can accomplish right now, and there is nothing that I say that can convince Father otherwise."

Danyal wears an expression like he is scrambling for answers. A white knuckle grip on his weapon. There is a long silence, and his lower lip curls up. His throat bobs, he swallows. "Is there really nothing we can do?"

Mother makes a frustrated sound, pushing her loose hairs out of her face. "Not unless Father changes his mind, or I send one of you away. But Father would surely send someone to look for you or Damian."

"What if one of us faked our death?"

Mother stills. As does Damian. No, he thinks, stiff as a rod, no way. These mirages were lying, nothing but figments of an imagination. Of some quiet what-if that Damian had not yet stomped out.

Mother's expression shifts, and then turns contemplative. Danyal notices, and keeps pushing, he looks as hopeful as he could get beyond his usual unwavering, stone-like expression. "One of us could go to father--"

"No." Mother cuts off, voice sharp. Danyal wilts, confusion flittering across his face. Damian, from the corner of his eye, sees Father tense as stone. His white-slit eyes have not left the mirage. Nobody's has.

"Father will undoubtedly check there first, it would not be a good idea. You or Damian will have to go somewhere where he would not think to look. Someone unaffiliated with the League."

Danyal's face falls, shutters, and then closes up again into stone. Mother begins to pace, and Danyal's blue eyes follow her. "So a stranger?" He asks, and there is disgust lilting into his voice.

Mother nods, and she looks just as offput as Danyal.

The mirage of Damian's brother rolls his shoulders back. "Then I will do it, mother." He says, voice unwavering. There is a stubborn note behind it all, one that Damian recognizes. "I will fake my death, and Damian will stay here."

Mother's eyes turn sharp on him, and she stops in her spot. She pivots. "Are you sure?" She asks, eyebrow raising, "There is a chance you will never meet your Father if you leave. Nor will you see I or Damian again, if you do this."

Something like fear flickers across Danyal's face, eyes widening momentarily -- as if that very thought had not crossed his mind. But then it smooths over to sharp determination. He nods. "It would be the same for Damian if it was him instead. I will do it, Mother."

Damian feels ill again. Father has a strong set in his jaw, his teeth grinding.

Mother stares at Danyal, and then her expression softens. And like before, it is grieving. "In a few days time, I and another member of the League will be going on a mission to the American States. I will tell Father that you will accompany me, once there we will dispose of the other member and then orchestrate your death."

The American States. Danyal was here, in the country. He was out there somewhere -- but no this was fake. It had to be. Danyal was dead. A fool who got himself killed on a mission with mother and left the title of Heir to Damian.

Or maybe it had been his plan all along. His and mother's both.

...Was mother ever going to tell him?

The mirage of Danyal nods, sharp. Understanding. There is a gleam in his eyes that is not pride, it is tears. And when Mother leaves the room and leaves him alone, the stone-like expression on his face crumbles and falls.

His brother, ten years old, curls up his lip in an ugly way. It wobbles as the tears in his eyes do, and he brings up his hand to slam it over his mouth. And sinks to his knees, a yell-like sob muffled behind the skin.

His brother, ten years old, looks smaller than Damian remembers him being, and cries.

Damian has never seen Danyal cry. Not once in the mirage of memories, nor in his own.

The memory holds for a minute, and then disappears. And no new one shows up. The magic is gone, and it leaves a silence in its wake. Heavy, staticky, and full of revelations.

So there are two things that Damian knows that his Father now knows too.

He has an older brother

His older brother is alive.

(And a new secret third thing: Damian wasn't sure how to feel about it.)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc prompt #i promise this is a prompt #it just got very long #danyal al ghul au #my take on a danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #dpdc #dpxdc crossover #i know the usual gist is that danyal al ghul is a better knife thrower than he is a swordsman but hey #consider: phantom has a sword when he fights ghosts. how sick is that?#his ghost form having allusions to the LoA. its not obvious but its there #did i make danny brown skinned? yeah. because him being white or not is irrelevant to me and i wanted to make him darker skinned #thinking about the angst of bruce seeing his firstborn son going “i could stay with father!” and then said child being visibly crushed #when told no. and that he may never see his father ever. actually. if he fakes his death. and still doing it anyways for damian's sake #danny loves his little brother he just shows it in an unorthodox way. some of it is not his fault #also danny being an absolute grump in amity park is very funny to me. he's an arrogant little assassin child in AP who is only here for #his little brother's sake and safety. he loves his brother but that doesnt stop him from being an arrogant little brat #gremlin assassin child danny is so funny #i know this is very ironic for me to post after posting my thoughts on danyal al ghul aus and their missed potential #but actually this prompt is what spurred that post into creation in the first place actually.#because i was thinking about this au and then went “oh hey you know whats funny--” and then i #thought about it too much to the point where i had to make a post talking about it #tried to find a balance between danny being mature for his age and also still being a kid #like yeah he’s a trained assassin and has killed but also he’s a 10yo boy about to be separated - Assumingly permanently- from his family

3K notes · View notes