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five-rivers · 1 year

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Promises, Promises

“At its most basic,” said Clockwork, pouring a cup of tea, “a frailty is a psychic injury a ghost deals themself, repeatedly, until it becomes an incontrovertible, irreversible, indelible portion of their being. Not always purposefully, mind you, but it is still self-inflicted. Tea?”

“No, thank you,” said Jazz, leaving her hands folded in her lap.

“Very well.” He set the tea down on the coffee table and started pouring a second cup. “During the incident with his future self, Daniel promised that he would not become that person, would not become a killer. But, as you may imagine, a promise by itself is flimsy, breakable. He needed it to mean something, to be unbreakable. But why should one promise be unbreakable when no others were?”

“I suppose it couldn’t be,” said Jazz, voice clipped.

“Precisely. For this vitally important promise to mean something, all his promises must be similarly weighty.” He sipped his tea. “It is a very common frailty, overall. The general category it is traditionally placed in is Stygian, after the river, which also includes inhibitions against lying, dishonesty, and dishonor, but there are other name schemes and other methods of classification.”

“And this is relevant because…?”

“Because, you see, Daniel has made a promise. Are you sure you wouldn’t like any tea?”

Jazz smiled thinly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t trust you at all. What promise did he make?”

Clockwork smiled slowly, fondly. “It is rather sweet, actually. But you know how he is.”

Jazz clenched her hands, the fabric of her slacks crumpling in her grip. “What. Happened.”

“You do understand this will largely be speculation on my part? I may know what has, will, and could happen, but I have no ability with reading minds, least of all your brother’s.”

“Yes.”

Clockwork nodded. “Daniel is, perhaps surprisingly, careful with his frailty. When he must make a promise, he qualifies it. He says, I will try, or, for today, or, even, if disaster does not strike. In his own idiom, of course, but the point stands. However, he broke this pattern earlier this week.”

“I made him promise me that he’d start sleeping a healthy amount,” said Jazz, briefly closing her eyes. “I told him not to say he’d try, to say he’d do it. But that shouldn’t have caused all this.” She spread her hands angrily, her little finger almost catching on the lid of the teapot.

“No, by itself it wouldn’t. But that is also not quite what you said,” said Clockwork, “although I cannot fault you for misremembering your exact words. He did manage to put a time limit on the promise, although it was a much more distant one that he usually uses. He appended his promise to attain a healthy amount of sleep with this month.” Clockwork shrugged. “But you are not the only one who can compel unwise promises from him.”

Jazz’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

“Sam and Tucker,” said Clockwork, “although they are aware of their role in this as much as you were aware of yours when you first stood on my doorstep. In an attempt to satisfy his promise to you, Daniel took to sleeping in unconventional locations. Under the bleachers at school, park benches, trees, bushes, rooftops, alleyways… After all, ghost attacks didn’t stop attacking just because he promised you he would get more rest.”

On the couch, Jazz squirmed just a little as Clockwork paused, sipping his tea.

“His friends were naturally alarmed. Upon retrieving him from a tall tree for the second time, they made him promise to stop sleeping in unsafe places. The promise was extracted with the best of intentions, but I believe you can see why he never would have made it if he hadn’t just been woken up.”

Jazz opened her mouth to deny that statement, then closed it. “He doesn’t feel safe at home, does he? He doesn’t feel safe in Amity Park.”

“As I said, I cannot read minds.” Clockwork gestured with his cup. “But considering the circumstances that brought you here, I would reach that conclusion as well.”

“And then there was whatever happened in the Far Frozen.”

“Yes,” said Clockwork. “Daniel asked Chief Frostbite what ghost sleeping schedules were like. Chief Frostbite, naturally, told Daniel that for ghosts of comparable power, when they feel the need to sleep, they sleep for months. As you can imagine, that only exacerbated the problem.”

“What do I– How can I fix this? Can I fix this? Or is the only way out to wait for the end of the month and hope he’s still–” She cut herself off.

Clockwork hummed. “Perhaps. On the other hand… It is possible,” he said, “that you or his friends could release him from the promises he made to you. It is a common feature of Stygian frailties, though not a universal one, and not one that has been tested on Daniel. You would, however, have to find him first.”

“And where is he?”

“That,” said Clockwork, “I cannot tell you.”

"Excuse me?"

"I am already bending the rules by giving you information you may have put together on your own from information you have already gathered. I have done what I can do. Further action on my part would be… unwise.”

Jazz pursed her lips. “Fine.” She stood up, hauling her bazooka back up over her shoulder. “Thank you for…” She waved in Clockwork’s general direction. “This. But if you aren’t going to tell me where he is, I need to go.”

She made a quarter-turn away from him and raised the bazooka, engaging the lever that would allow it to make portals back to the human world. She fired, a beam of green light splashing to a stop on an invisible wall and a scintillating portal spun itself into being. Jazz stalked forward, her speed just a few steps below running.

“Jasmine.”

“What?”

“Are you entirely sure you will not take some tea? You have a long journey ahead of you.”

Jazz’s face scrunched, the lines of it thrown into stark contrast by the glowing portal behind her.

“No.” She stepped through, leaving Clockwork behind. The portal rippled and flared, then vanished.

“Well,” he said. “I tried.” He finished the rest of his tea and put the cup down, folding his hands in front of him. After a few seconds, he looked down and adjusted one of his wrist watches. “Any time, now.”

The door of the clock tower creaked open, a shaking figure in the doorway casting a long shadow.

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork. “Would you like some tea?”

“I wh– What?” Danny’s teeth - fangs, really - flashed white in the dimness of the clock tower.

“Would you like some tea? It should be cool enough now for you to enjoy.”

Danny, still shaking and visibly nodding off between steps, made his way to Clockwork’s couch and sat down, his weight on it so feather-light that he didn’t even bend the cushions.

“I made it,” he said.

“You did,” said Clockwork. He stooped to pick up the still-full teacup and the corresponding saucer and pressed them into Danny’s hands.

“Wh-what?”

“Tea. My own blend. It should help you sleep. Which you do need to do eventually. It has been days, Daniel.”

“Sleep,” said Danny. “Safe?”

“It is safe,” assured Clockwork.

Danny nodded, eyes slipping closed again, and raised the cup to his lips. He drank it all at once, then immediately slumped to one side. Clockwork caught the cup and saucer before they could hit the ground and sighed heavily.

“Yes,” said Clockwork, patting Danny’s cheek. “You are quite safe here. I promise.”

#danny phantom #fic #my fic #phanphic

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flagbridge · 3 months

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A Bunch of Underrated POTO Fics I Like

There are some really great Phantom fanfics on AO3 from @wheel-of-fics and @catcorsair and others getting a lot of traffic. But there are a few out there that I've read where I've though "holy Hera, why do these not have more hits?" Here are some of my favorite fics with 5,000 reads or less (and one that has more but it's honestly one of the best fics I've ever read). All are rated E or M. I also have a major pet peeve in the fandom which is character assassinating one of the boys so Christine can choose the other. Most of these do not do this.

A Deal with the Devil by Lunescape. Raoul and Erik have fallen into an enemies-with-benefits arrangement that, so far, has kept Erik from Christine. But when Raoul makes a bargain with Erik to stop him taking her, he finds that a deal with the devil is not so easily evaded. Complete.

Notes: This is the one on this list that blessedly has more than 5K hits, which is a very recent spike since it was completed in December. A friend and I were both reading this from when the author started first posting and were screaming pretty much every chapter. Gothic horror and smut, really well developed non-self-insert OCs who interact with the main trio (and Philippe) quite well.

2. A Little Menagerie series by Lunescape. Erik/Raoul/Christine throuple series. Well written dynamic on each of the pairings and all three of them. Complete.

Notes: Why on earth aren't there more trio throuple fics? Ive read these ones multiple times, I have no idea why they are so under-read.

3. L'Apparition Initiale by Xanadian_Sled. The Angel of Music reveals himself before Christine as a mortal man for the first time. This is the story of that initial appearance and the whirlwind of remarkable events that followed. WIP.

Notes: Leroux-accurate what-if-things-went-differently to pair E/C together. The only thing I don't like about this one is my personal pet peeve of character assassinating Raoul in order to have him not be viable, but it's at least sort of believable and E/C have a nice dynamic.

4. Etudes by @or-what-you-will. A series of "seriously how is there not more smut about these scenes from the ALW musical that are begging for a smut fic to be written?"

5. Just Enough Rope by @or-what-you-will. In which Raoul learns something about himself during the events of the final lair. Complete.

Notes: E/R breathplay fic.

6. Only if For a Night by @obliobla. It was only right that it happened here, now—the furious mob quelled, the gendarmes' search abandoned. Raoul, recovering from the punjab lasso, secure in his victory, in theirs. Tomorrow, she would be his before the world, in the full and pure splendor of day. But tonight…Complete (short, one-shot)

Notes: Superb mostly-Lucifer fic writer Obli's first foray into our POTO brainrot and she crushes it.

Also, please read my stuff.

#phantom of the opera #poto #fanficton #phanphic #ao3 #other people's work #phanfic #fic recs

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whereonceiwasfire · 5 months

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Get In, It's Time for DP Ficlet Asks

Okay, I am in a writey mood lately, but literally every WIP I have on the go is this massive project that's going to take so much commitment and the use of more than one braincell, which I simply don't have the energy for right now. BUT, if people wanted to send some DP prompts to my askbox, I'll try to write up some ficlets for them this week(end).

Prompts can be a sentence, dynamic, ship, AU, genre, song title, it can be vague or specific, you can send me your fanart to write for, idc, whatever, go ham lol. If it's something that squicks me out, a crossover (because there's only room for one hyperfixation in this house, sorry, I know nothing about other fandoms), or I just truly don't have a single idea for it, I'll just pass it over in my inbox.

Fair warning: my inbox has been eating some asks lately, so I sincerely might just miss some and apologize if that happens!

#if this flops we'll just pretend it never happened #dont let me down phandom #dp #fanfiction #danny phantom #phanphic #danny phantom fanfiction

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loreshark · 2 years

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Voidborn

Hey all, I’ve officially begun a new Danny Phantom AU: Space Core Danny, the Eldritch Edition.

I’m mostly writing short prompts and thoughts for the moment, but I might put together a full fic. We’ll see where the inspiration takes me. For now, enjoy the newest installment!

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When the portal flared to life, Danny didn’t fall to the floor or stumble from the machine or any number of things one might expect from encountering death. He did hear himself scream, did learn the agony of harboring lightning within his bones, did feel the unmaking of his very being, but only vaguely, as if watching an old projection movie from far, far away.

No, in that moment, Danny changed.

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Read the full piece on Ao3.

#danny phantom #voidborn #i’m excited to keep adding to this #gonna be fun!#Voidborn au #danny phantom au #space core danny #the portal accident #DP #phanphic #phandom #lore writes #space au #danny phantom loves space #eldritch danny #danny fenton #fic

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ashadeintheshade · 5 months

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Update!

City of Angels, Chapter 2

“I just want to make beautiful music,” Erik whispered. "It was all for nothing, wasn't it?"

The imagery in this chapter was inspired by Ben Lewis’ piano collapse in the LND trailer that I’m pretty certain never happened in the actual film.

Makes you wonder though, what was going on in his head, doesn’t it…

Read now on AO3.

#city of angels #my fic #poto fanfic #poto fic #phanphic #cherik #1990 phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #phantom fanfic #chapter 2!

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goodphantomoftheoperaposts · 4 months

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pssst. Hey. You. Yea, you. Steam Phantom chapters have officially started being posted on Royal Road!

Similar to the Kay Novel, it starts off during Erik’s childhood. But don’t worry, it’s not the same story, just loosely inspired.

#steam phantom #poto #phantom of the opera #phanphic

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sansxfuckyou · 2 years

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Organs

(I started watching Invader Zim, time for DP fanfics)

"My such plentiful organs." The doctor states after pressing on Dannys abdominal area, a slight fear had caught Danny.

"Like, the normal plentiful, right?" Danny asked, both Maddie and Jack giving him a side eye.

"Aside from the secondary liver and somewhat medium intestinal tract, I'd say your as normal as could be for a boy your age." The doctor said, putting his hands in his pockets absentmindedly.

"Doctor what could have possibly caused such abnormalities?" Maddie asked cautiously, the doctor opened his mouth and before he could speak, Danny overshadowed him, a silent snarl escaping his parted lips and teeth sharping with a bit of lengthening as well, eyes glowing a neon green.

"Perhaps the elongated exposure to ectoplasm throughout phase of his life, including fetal phases, its a shame really, his entire life has been screwed because of your ghostly way of living." The doctor said, Danny contorting the voice to match the best of his ability, his parents gasped.

"I highly doubt you have the rights to make such comments." Maddie said, reaching for the anti ecto gun in her waistband.

"Mom, dad, we should really get going now, before either of you blow a gasket." Danny said, half dropping the over shadow, hiding his hands in his pocket, they gave a half hearted green glow.

"Yes, I agree son, lets go." Jack said as he and Maddie left, Danny slinking out before dropping overshadow, staying back to wait for his teeth to shrink down again and his eyes to stop glowing and his hair to darken just a bit.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp fic #phanphic #fanfic #phan phic #phanfiction #phanfic #fanfiction #writing #tw organs

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angelic-ish-phantom · 2 years

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Dannymay7

Lab safety

“This doesn’t sound safe.” Jazz protested. From the look on her face, Danny thought she might have been trying to sound judgmental, but she only managed worried.

“Relax, Jazzy.” Dad said, “Dann-o’s more than old enough to be allowed in the lab. Besides, he actually wants to do some chores for a change!”

“He already does…” Jazz murmured.

“I wanna help in the basement!” Danny insisted, jumping excitedly.

“But what if he gets hurt!” His sister insisted.

“Danny what are our rules?” Mom asked absently.

“Um- No, no being in the lab without adult superstition,”

oOo

Danny felt a wave of regret as he walked down the basement steps. His legs grew lead-heavy, and he slowed to a nervous amble-shuffle behind his two closest—only—friends, wishing, not for the first time, that he had put a stop to this excursion when it had only been an idea.

He couldn’t remember for the life of him how Sam and Tucker had made this sound so appealing.

“Guys, there really isn’t anything interesting down there” he attempted, uncertain. It was technically true, for all the time his parents spent down there—a familiar pang of resentment struck him, a twisted blade in an old wound—few things in the lab worked, as many of them required ‘ghosts’ to be tested or demonstrated; nearly every single one of his parents’ gadgets was a product of ‘ludicrous delusions’ (as Jazz had put it) despite the fact they were able to construct ridiculously complex and advanced technology based on their fictional creatures.

“Danny, You live here. You’re hardly one to judge.” Tucker said, excitement tinting his voice, and while Danny couldn’t deny that was valid, it was hardly fair.

“Plus, you said they’ve been building a portal, how do you not hear how cool that sounds?” Sam countered easily, stopping in her descent to lightly grab his wrist, and began pulling him along. He almost abandoned his protest.

The portal. It was his parents’ life’s work. The hole in the wall of the lab had been there since before he was born, and anytime he caught his parents going over theories, or blueprints, or just any aspect of their profession, the portal came up. It was even the reason they weren’t home; Jazz had pushed them to stop moping at its failure, called their festering dependence on its success unhealthy, and told them to go out and enjoy themselves, and Danny admittedly couldn’t remember the last time his parents left the house for anything that was purely recreational.

It was actually unbelievable that the portal hadn’t come up prominently in a conversation with his best friends before… Although It had been on the forefront of Danny’s mind lately. He thought it’s completion (it’s failure) might mean his parents would drop the whole ‘ghost hunters’ thing—not that he could imagine that—and hopefully pursue a normal career, or at least obsess over something more… tangible.

“Come on dude, your parents are never out. We might not get the chance to check it out again. Plus, you’ve got to admit it does sound cool. What’s the harm?”

oOo

“Supervision.” Jazz corrected.

“That’s what I said! Don’t interrupt or I’ll forget!”

“If you forget them, then you don’t know them and you should be allowed in the lab! Danny it’s dangerous.”

Danny scowled and ignored her, counting off the second rule on his fingers as he continued, “Always wear my science suit,”

oOo

“What is it?” He asked, curious. Sam turned and looked at him, before a devious, mirthful glint entered her eyes. He shouldn’t have asked, terrible idea, he’d never felt so much regret..

“Danny, you should go inside the portal.” She said waving her camera. Oh. He tried to protest.

“I really shouldn’t. It could be dangerous.” He offered.

“You said it doesn’t work, so there shouldn’t be any problem.” Tucker countered, teasing, a silent dare on the words, as he moved to stand with him and Sam.

“Tuck…” Danny groaned.

“That settles it.” Sam half-cheered, pushing him towards the wall opening.

“But, the radiation—” Danny started, digging his feet into the ground. He knew that line of argument was pointless; ‘ectoplasmic radiation’ could potentially do some terrifying things—the fridge was a prime example of that—but with the concentration the portal was emitting, the worst he could get was something akin to a sunburn (plus contamination). His parent must have told him a thousand times at this point, and always they followed up with attempts to talk him and Jazz into wearing their—

“Didn’t you say you had a hazmat suit in here.” Sam interrupted, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

“There’s a box of clothes on that cabinet.” Tucker pointed out, already moving to carry it down.

“…There are open wires in there.” Danny knew his objections had devolved into whining at this point.

Sam simply raised an eyebrow, letting her eyes fall to the thick wires that ran across the portal floor, and the few, spark-less cut ones tucked neatly to the sides of the portal. Danny’s shoulders slumped as he admit defeat.

“Just one picture.” Danny compromised heading over to the box, Tucker was already digging through.

Sam appeared to be opposed, but didn’t say otherwise. “one picture,” she assured, following him.

In the box, there were four complete hazmat suits, only two of them being his size: One orange, one a pale white. Danny chose the white one, because it was the same make as the ones his parents constantly dawned, while the other, while thicker, rigged with lead and metal parts that would offer more protection, it might have taken him hours to figure out how to put on complex article, even with Sam and Tucker’s help.

He quickly unzipped it, slipping into the suit easily and zipping it up over his clothes, before looking down at himself with a pained expression.

“I look ridiculous.” He said into his gloved hands, covering the emerging blush.

Sam walked up to him and ripped off the sticker of his father’s face that had been stuck on the centre of his chest. “Problem solved.” She deadpanned.

Danny groaned, but conceded. He headed towards the portal entrance, keeping a hand on the edge. He looked back: Tucker was grinning madly, and Sam beckoned him forward, camera still in hand. He sighed and gazed back into the portal.

oOo

“-and… never ever play with any of the stuff mom and dad build.” He finished smugly.

oOo

“If I die, I’m going to haunt both of you!” Danny threw over his shoulder, much the amusement of his closest companions.

Step. Step. Step.

Danny felt himself becoming more weighed down with each step. Anxieties and fears pooling in his gut, knotting his stomach. He breathed out slowly, attempting to push back the pointless dread he felt. He continued to tensely tiptoe over the wires. Nothing in here could hurt him. He flinched at a released puff of steam. So why was he so afraid?

He turned around to see Sam’s camera raised. He gave, a small, shaky smile.

Flash.

Danny rubbed his eyes, stumbling a bit, but caught himself. Tucker looked over Sam’s shoulder as she shook out the photo; he waited.

“It’s good!” She called over to him. Good. He could get out of here now.

“This one’s definitely a keeper!” Tucker declared merrily, snatching it out of Sam’s hand and holding it up to his own face.

“Hey!” Sam complained reaching for it, but Tucker held It out of her reach. He was the tallest of the three of them, so Sam shouldn’t have been able to get it back. A kick to the shins accompanied by a yelp, and Tucker was down.

Danny sighed fondly. Tucker may be tall, but Sam was Sam.

Danny watched the scene, a genuine smile stretching across his face. “Just make sure my parents don’t see it or they’ll never let me take this stupid jumpsuit off.” Danny was only half joking, and judging by the way his Sam cackled, while Tucker tried to hide his snorts, they could tell. He eased up, moving an arm up to lean against the wall of the portal.

It hit him like a brick.

Pure unadulterated dread, as he commit to the action, the unnatural air that had been resting over the house, over Amity as a whole, turned cloying and thick.

Something was coming, something was coming. Something was coming. SomethingwascomingSomethingwascom—

Click.

A lot of things happened in the next instant.

The first thing Danny saw was white. Well, he wasn’t so sure he’d seen it, as opposed to feeling it: hot white, seething on the surface of his skin, running up his arm and phasing deeper and deeper until Danny was sure he was feeling his bones, the light cutting through the fibres of his being, tiny needles made from static.

It hurt.

He was hyperaware; he was cognisant of every part of his body. He was connected with the rims of his bleeding ears, felt the backs of his eyes roll as they charred and shrivelled, tasted his too-dry organs as if they were a bad meal coming back up.

It hurt.

The next thing Danny saw was green. At this point Danny was sure he had been frozen in the blistering light-heat for some long agonising minutes, but only when that chilling of green washed over him, through him—hitting him like the weight of an avalanche in a dream, fuzzy and not there with a force—did he acknowledge time had slowed, that he hadn’t even been there for a second.

Ithurt.

Reality twisted upright upon the green’s impact and Danny finally felt, full-force, something he knew was present, but hadn’t truly been able to process before then. He was in pain. He was burning and freezing all over. His body was being grated away at. He vaguely recalled when he was eight and Dash had shoved him into the pavement while he’d been running from him: the scrapes were deep on his knees and hands, and his split open lip made eating burn for days; the pain felt dull and quiet compared to this. But, that memory played in the back of his mind, meanwhile, any semblance of coherent thought fizzed away, the contorting sensations and sharp agonies trying to erase him, leave only cold ashes behind.

(His last real thought was doused In relief; he thanked every star in the sky that this had been his mistake, that Sam and Tucker were safe and wouldn’t have to feel this torture. They should never have to.)

Ithurt Ithurt Ithurt

Seconds passed and that thrum of awareness that had let him feel everything as he was cooked Inside out, dulled painfully. Slowly. Enough for him to regain thought, to try and make his lungs work (to no avail), to try and blink away the fire only to find his eyelids just weren’t there anymore.

Ithurtithurtihurt

He felt something heavy grow in his chest (or maybe somewhere far away? He wasn’t too sure) and pull pieces of his mind away. Coax pieces of something more him than his mind, something more.

He wasn’t as resistant to it as he should have been, instead letting it lump within him—it felt like that strange green—take charge while memories resurfaced. He just wanted the pain to stop.

ItHuRt iTHurT IthUrT—

Suddenly, Danny remembered. He remembered when Jazz took him to school on his first day of first grade. He remembered how happy he was when she’d gotten him a toy rocket for show and tell. He remembered looking up at her and telling her exactly what he’d always thought; Jazzy was the best sister in the world and he wanted to be smart and amazing like her. He remembers how he met Tucker when he was crying, because Ryan had torn his new Barrett, and Danny had snagged it back, hid it away, and later offered to help him fix it. He remembers how happy he was when his mom taught him how to sew (even though he already knew how), and he remembered how ecstatic he was when she tried to teach him how to cook for the first time. He remembers how joyous he felt when his dad agreed to come in for careers day. He remembered how much he regret asking. He remembered the whispers of freak, and the way they’d called his parents loons. He remembered the way Star and Mickey, and Lester, and Ashley, and Mia wouldn’t hang around him anymore. He remembered feeling alone. He remembered when Tucker didn’t leave. He remembered the way his teachers looked at him with disappointment, thinking he couldn’t be smart like Jazz. He remembered trying to prove them wrong. He remembered getting fed up with Dash and Dale’s when their teasing and tormenting got worse for everyone when they got on the football team. He remembered Dash taking everything he did as a challenge. He remembered getting in trouble for fighting Dash even though he never fought back. He remembered some of his peers stopped insulting him when he passed by. He remembered when some of them thanked him. He remembered when he didn’t tell Jazz but she knew anyway. He remembered when the men in white coats came to his house and his parents argued with them really loudly. He remembered when his parents started spending even more time in the basement. He remembered spending a week at Tucker’s house before his parent noticed he was missing in the third grade. He remembered when his family stargazed together for the last time. He remembered when he grew a taste for exploration. He remembered when he decided he wanted to be an astronaut. He remembered first seeing Sam at recess in fourth grade when her parents let her go to public school, admiring the flowers. He remembered making her a flower crown with all the best colours. He remembered her yelling at him for picking the flowers. He remembered him and Tucker helping her take care of a bent tree In the schoolyard. He remembered Dash destroying it. He remembered catching the chickenpox, and giving it to Jazz. He remembered their parents looking after them even if his dad thought ghosts had made them sick and tried to decontaminate them. He remembered when Paulina stopped talking, to him and asking him to braid her hair, even though it had been in secret, and started calling him names too. He remembered not wanting to hurt anymore. He remembered when the names stopped making him too upset. He remembered when he finally acknowledged his parents weren’t quite normal. He remembered when Jazz got him a toy telescope for his birthday. He remembered that being the second time his parents forgot his birthday. He remembered finding that injured rabbit in the park. He remembered how he, Sam and Tucker had taken turns hiding It while they took care of it. He remembered when Sam’s parents found it. He remembered the first time her parents had said what they thought of him to his face. He remembered not wanting to feel inadequate. He remembered how happy he was when Mickey started asking him for help in physics. He remembered when Jazz stopped pretending that she wasn’t psychoanalyzing him. He remembered when Jazz and his parents got him a real telescope for his birthday. He remembered his first day of high school being memorably mundane. He remembered when Mia and Rachel asked to use his telescope. He remembered agreeing to meet them in the park next Friday…

(Danny fixated on something, several things actually, as the events of his life flashed by in a haze of vivid joys and regrets. He tried to place it… he wished he’d done more. More things he’d wanted to do. He wished that he’d succeeded more, that he’d done more to help. He’d always cared about being useful. He’d never wanted people to feel bad, or hurt, or ignored, but… he felt, for all he’d tried, he could have done more. He wanted to do more.)

ｉｔｈｕｒｔｓ.

Danny remembered going Into the lab with Sam and Tucker. He remembered going inside the portal. He remembered the switch being on the inside. He remembered…

He couldn’t remember.

He couldn’t remember anything. His mind went blank as one by one his senses switched off, that odd energy, a second brain, still trying to pick at his mind, scavenging memories and something more. What was left of his eyes stopped seeing light, leaving him in a painless dark. Then, He became deaf to the thrum of electricity and the crackle of energy as his now brittle bones shattered away, the desperate yells from something beyond the haze of green and light. Next, his hoarse voice went quiet (had he been screaming?) as his mouth sealed shut, the coppery taste of blood faded as his black, crinkled tongue became numb. He couldn’t smell the burning; he couldn’t breathe. He felt shadows embrace his consciousness, guiding him away from his body once he’d lost feeling in it. The shadows became clearer, a single dominating presence ruling them all, plunging him into a cold pool, emitting surety and gentle reassurance. Everything went dark.

It was like an outstretched hand had taken a hold of his psyche, and he could tell it was going to take him somewhere much better.

Nothing hurt.

oOo

“Honestly honey, you worry too much.” Maddie said, ruffling Jazz’s hair in a way Danny knew she didn’t like. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 1 year

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Cosmic Bridges

ao3

Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters, Elle Phantom - those were the only half-ghosts in existence, all of them the result of science and the hubris of mortals. They were artificial, and it was rare enough that someone was covered in ectoplasm and got electrocuted simultaneously, so they'd stay the only three of their kind.

Steve Cosmos waltzes into Lancer's English class and reveals to the class and through them the world that half ghosts exist and could be made the good ol fashioned way that any human child is made. Now everyone gets to have their very own existential crisis while Steve enjoys a taste of "standard" public school.

Tada, welcome to the fic I promised earlier!

Chapter 1: The New Kid

“It’s fine guys, just go on ahead without me. I can handle one giant bat, it’s fine, it’s just a big ol animal, I’ve fought those before. Stars I’m a moron!”

Danny sighed as he capped the Fenton Thermos, wincing as the motion brought his attention to the acid burns on his arms and leg, and the ice shrapnel that littered his body. Phasing the ice out, Danny groaned when he found the acid was not, in fact, going to just phase off of him. Typical.

Before Danny could find the nearest water source, his ghost sense went off again.

Growling, Danny turned around. Glowing fists raised, he prepared to blast whoever it was apart for trying to kick him while he was down.

“Whoa! Hey there kid, are you alright? You look like you just fought a natural disaster - this block looks like it too. Is that acid on you?”

Danny looked the ghost in front of him up and down, trying to find any threat. Blue skin, white eyes, white hair, and a sweater covered in lions to go with sweatpants. Danny didn’t see any theme going on - ah, a lab coat appeared out of nothing around them, wonderful.

“It was actually Batman’s inspiration, cause no normal bat has all those extra features on it. I think it was one of the only ghosts I’ve met that actually uses being invisible against other ghosts. What’s it to you, though?”

“Well, I’m a doctor, so when I saw some kid in a costume looking like someone either cut him up or burned him, I thought ‘hey, maybe he needs some help’. So, if you’ll let me?”

The doctor was holding up a cotton ball he’d pulled from his coat, and Danny arched a brow at him. After a moment, though, he held out one of the arms burning from being eaten at by acid.

The doctor dabbed the splashed area with his cotton ball and the acid was sucked up into it. Another few balls were applied to other areas of Danny’s splashed-over self, and he was finally free to start piecing himself back together.

He laughed and swung his arm a few times, giving the doctor a smile.

“Thanks, dude, I didn’t know there were ghost doctors outside of the Far Frozen.”

“Well dying can’t exactly keep you away from helping people forever, can it? I’m Dr. Cosmos, and this will help you heal up faster. Your aura’s different from most ghosts that I’ve met, though. Are you any particular kind of ghost?”

“Oh, I’m a halfa, so I probably register as kinda weird on your ghost-dar or whatever, right?” Danny reached for the lollipop being held out to him.

It was pulled away, a frown on Dr. Cosmos’ face.

“A halfa? What’s that?”

“Oh, you don’t know?”

That was new. Every ghost Danny met seemed to already know what was weird about him as soon as they met.

Danny looked around and saw that civilians were starting to fill the streets again, so he flew up higher, out of earshot of even the most perceptive humans. Dr. Cosmos followed him up.

“I’m half-ghost, half human. Sidney Poindexter called me a halfa and we just sorta never looked for a better word.”

“That’s adorable and it sounds like the way my kid would describe it. Ok, this one’s not the right kind for a bridge spirit like you. Hold on.”

Danny cocked a brow at the doctor as he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a faintly glowing lollipop, like the first one except that it was a lot more physical. He handed it over to Danny, who accepted it easily enough, and waved.

“Well, I’ve gotta go, stuff to do and all. You have a good day, kid, and don’t go gettin into more fights!”

“No promises!” Danny waved at the retreating back of Dr. Cosmos before flying off to the school as fast as he could, sticking the lollipop into his mouth. After all, if it was supposed to poison him or whatever, the doc would’ve stuck around, and Danny couldn’t sense him.

He was even feeling better already, imagine that.

Checking his phone for the time, Danny went intangible to pick up speed. He probably wouldn’t be thinking about Dr. Cosmos any time soon.

The universe proved Danny wrong once more when Lancer introduced the class to a tall, bear of a boy with brown hair, sepia brown, freckled skin, and one brown eye while the other was opalescent. Danny swore he saw some colors human eyes weren’t meant to see in the new kid’s left eye.

“Class, this is Stefanos Cosmos, an exchange student from Pittsburgh.”

“Hey there,” Steve said with a wave, smiling wide enough that everyone could see his canines were much longer and too pointy to be human. “My last school was Three Rivers so uh I’m kinda not used to this kinda school, so if I’m weird I’m sorry about that. Also, call me Steve!”

“What’s so different about Three Rivers?”

“Oh, it’s a Sudbury school, lookit up! I’ve been told they’re really different from regular public schools.”

“Not a problem, Steve.” Lancer patted the large boy on the back. “Your classmates will be doing their best to help you adjust, I’m sure.” No one missed the look Lancer gave them, and no one even really considered caring.

“So why is your eye glowing? Is that a cool contact or something?” Dale looked interested in getting a set of his own.

“No dude, that’s just cause I’m a bridge spirit. Wait, sorry, most people don’t know what that means.”

“Holy shit, are you a ghost?!”

Steve held up his hands with a chuckle when everyone tensed up at that, Lancer included. He didn’t look the least bit scared though, and his grin wasn’t all that malicious.

“Dudes, chill out. I’m a liminal spirit, my Dad’s a ghost and my Papa’s still human. I’m just, ya know, the fun in-between. This is still all my flesh and blood; I’m not possessed or anything like that.”

There was an entire 2 seconds where nobody said anything at all.

The room exploded into a chaotic cacophony of overlapping voices as everyone tried to voice their opinion at once. Danny could pick out a few shouts of ‘that’s fuckin awesome’ and even the delighted cries of fangirls being validated in their dreams to marry Phantom - which, horrible, no thank you.

Still, things were quieter than Danny thought they should be, and when he focused, he realized that there was a layer of calmness washing over him that didn’t come from him. He couldn’t risk the glow of his eyes to check, but he had a sneaking suspicion that was coming from Steve, who looked a bit freaked out by the explosive reaction.

Danny, personally, was having an existential crisis over the situation and he felt he had every right to have it. He didn’t know that half-ghosts could just be born. Sure, Elle was half-ghost from the start, but she was a clone made primarily from ectoplasm, she was more half-human than anything.

“My guys, my dudes, can y’all calm down? I can answer questions if you want, I guess, but one at a time. Uh, you?”

“Hi, Lester: what do you mean, exactly? How does that even work?”

“Well, my dads wanted a kid and dad’s a ghost so his body uh changed to fit. Can we stop talking about my parents having sex now? Thanks.”

“So you’re saying that I do have a chance with mi amor, Phantom? Oh, this is amazing!”

“Oh, oh hey dude do you know Phantom?”

“Yeah, have you ever met Phantom, like in the Ghost Zone?”

“Lord of the Flies, people, settle down!”

It took a few seconds for everyone to shut up, but Lancer’s glare and volume eventually reminded them all that they were in class. Everyone was buzzing with excitement and confusion, however, and Danny could practically taste it.

Based on the way Steve licked his lips, he could actually taste the emotions in the room, which was nothing short of alarming.

“Antiguos arriba, you guys are wild! I guess my classmates back in Pittsburg had a lot more time to get used to me, but it was never this big a thing. Uh, I don’t know who Phantom is or what this Ghost Zone is either. It’s a big Earth, guys, I only ever really knew the people back home and in a few places my dads took us out to for vacations, like Disney World and the Grand Canyon and - actually, my guys, the Grand Canyon has such amazing acoustics!”

“Hold us, I thought you said you’re half ghost? How do you not know about Phantom? Name’s Dash, by the way.”

“Sup Dash. I dunno how to tell you this but there’s a lot of dead people, and not just humans. I’ve met so many dinosaurs and ghost cats, though most cats can teleport anyway, they don’t have to die for that. Unless he did something major, I doubt I’d’ve heard about him.”

“Hey dude, name’s Kwan. Have you not ever been to like, the Ghost Zone? I’m pretty sure that’s where the ghosts all usually are.”

Steve scrunched up his face in confusion, staring at Kwan for a long moment before snapping his fingers.

“Oh, you mean the Infinite Realms! Dad’s been there, but I haven’t. He said they call it the Infinite Realms or the Liminal Realm over there. Never heard it called the Ghost Zone, that’s just dumb.”

“Are you so massive cause you’re a ghost?”

“Uh, no, actually. Not mostly, really. Abuela has gigantism, she’s like 7’2” I think, so I’m pretty sure this is Papa’s genetics at play. On the other hand, if it’s a ghost thing then you’ve got Clifford the big brown dog right here.”

“Dude, how tall are you? You should join basketball!”

“I’m like, 6’6? I’m not really into playing sports though. I’m more of a music guy myself. Actually, Mr. Lancer are there any dance clubs or anything like that at the school?”

“We do, but it is the middle of the school year. Maybe next year you can sign up. I do believe that’s enough questions about Mr. Cosmos, class! You are to respect his privacy and let him tell you what he will on his own time, am I understood?”

There was a chorus of “Yes Mister Lancer”s and Steve grinned. Danny could swear he’d seen the same smile on his, Sam and Tucker’s faces before, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not yet.

“There’s a seat between Danny Fenton and Dash Baxter over there, Mr. Cosmos. I’ll make sure you get a study guide to catch you up on where we are.”

Steven nodded and vanished from human sight. Danny watched him, translucent in the way that only a ghost could be, walk right through people and desks, and plop himself down in his seat before reappearing to everyone else.

Despite Lancer’s best efforts, the chattering only got quieter instead of being silenced. Danny couldn’t blame them.

Valerie Grey was having one hell of a month. Last week she found out half-ghost half-human hybrids existed, and both her multi-billionaire mayoral boss and the little girl he’d sent her to hunt down were half-ghosts themselves. She was already going through a worse existential crisis than the very discovery of ghosts and an afterlife dimension gave her - the spite and anger revolving around her ruined life had been a great distraction from the enormity of that - and wondering how a good person could enjoy the screaming agony of a boy her age who had already died.

Now there was this guy complicating things even more.

Val hadn’t even considered whether or not ghosts could reproduce, let alone with humans, and now she felt stupid for not landing at that conclusion with the half-ghost discovery in the first place and wondering where Elle’s - and by extension, Phantom’s - parents were. According to her radar, something had split off from Steve and was wondering the school, but there was no subtle way for her to check what it was. Asking him would require admitting that she had a ghost radar built into her nanotech ghost hunting suit that appeared whenever she called for it, and sending off a drone to track it down would mean leaving class again, and she wasn’t looking to lose any more of her education to ghost stuff if she could help it.

Nobody was actually paying attention to Lancer’s lesson though, not fully, not even the nerds. Everyone was stealing glances at Steve, who was looking around every now and then with interest, though Val wasn’t sure it was possible for him to match everyone else’s curiosity. She could afford to pay him as much attention as Lancer’s words. She was listening to the lesson at least.

Other than being well over 6 feet tall and sporting one glowing eye, Steve didn’t seem all that different from the rest of them, his roaming gaze landing on Dash, Kwan, and Dale just as often as it did on Paulina and Star. He even looked over at Valerie, winking at her with that ring of shifting, rainbow colors. Class wasn’t much an opportunity to see what someone was like beyond the surface. Maybe having a human dad to raise him kept the ghostly tendencies at bay?

Phantom cared plenty about his twin though, enough to go back to the torture Val had put him through for her. The only humans he was seen around frequently were that witch girl Mourner and Jazz Fenton - the werewolf didn’t count, even if Ghouly only changed at night. Was Phantom all that different from a regular human teenager or would any boy go around breaking the town with reckless abandon after getting superpowers?

Val’s gaze drifted from Steve to Dash, and she imagined him with even basic ghost powers. She shuddered and thanked her lucky stars that she hadn’t ever detected Phantom in the girls’ locker room like she knew she would’ve Dash. That boy was the last person in the world that should get invisibility, let alone intangibility or flight.

Ghosts weren’t exactly known for their subtlety in Amity Park, even that Biker boy that was constantly arguing with his girlfriend was an obvious spool while flirting with humans, so Val was sure that by the end of the day she’d have a good idea of how dangerous Steve might be.

When lunch rolled around, the trio sat at their usual table in the cafeteria, Sam with a salad, Tucker with a whole burger and fries, and Danny with whatever the cafeteria was trying to pass for corndogs and corn. They really needed to get Danny some actual, proper food.

Danny and Tucker sat on one side while Sam sat on the other, facing them, and arched a brow at the expectant looks they were giving her. Sam ate a sporkful of spinach and mushrooms, and once she finished chewing, Tucker sighed, tossing one hand in the air in frustration.

“Well, you had algebra with him, anything weird about Steve that you noticed?”

“Other than the size, the eye, and how bright the lights are around him, no. He’s ahead of us as far as math goes, it looks like, but I only got that from him finishing the work faster than everyone and paying most of his attention to whatever jocks were in the room, especially Dash.”

Sam scowled in clear disapproval as she stabbed a tomato with her spork.

“He walked into class with Dash, whose hair was all over the place and had bruised lips.”

Danny rolled his eyes while Tucker gagged, chin in his palm.

“Guess Dash has been on his best behaviour in front of the new hotness. Bet he thinks Steve can get him some one-on-one time with Phantom. I think I sensed him send off a duplicate or something earlier, guess he was scoping out the school.”

Tucker nodded, adding a handful of fries to his burger before he dug into it. Sam sneered in disgust and Tucker stuck his meat covered tongue out at her, earning a kick from Sam and an elbow from Danny.

After he swallowed, Tucker spoke up in Esperanto.

“This is fucking wild, right? The fact that there’s a half ghost in our school and he was just fucking born that way? Oh, Danny, you think he’s got any tips for you?”

“I mean, I guess it’d be cool if he did, but I dunno if I wanna have him anywhere near the house. Mom and Dad do not need to find him on their own.”

Tucker’s brows furrowed as he set down the latter half of his burger.

“You don’t think they’d try to hurt him, do you? He’s clearly human just as much as he is a ghost, more so even.”

“I think the Fentons would refuse to believe that half-ghosts can exist, conclude that he’s either overshadowed or severely contaminated, and try to rip the ghost out of him.”

“C’mon Sam, they wouldn’t do that. Even the Grave Huntress backed out of trying to destroy Elle and helped save her when she found out she was half human. I’m certain that Mom and Dad would accept me if I explained what happened… what I am.”

“You, their son, they might accept with just an explanation, but the Fentons are anti-ghost bigots, Danny. They don’t care about facts and logic and evidence, just what their tradition and bias says about whoever it is they hate.”

Danny opened his mouth, brows furrowed and the air around them cold.

“Would you trust them with Elle?”

Danny ate his food, and the table was quiet for a moment.

It was then that Danny noticed the chill he associated with a ghost being nearby and followed that feeling up and around to find Steve descending from the ceiling and flipping right-side up. Every table in the cafeteria was filled with students and everyone was too absorbed into their food or conversations to notice, save for him and Valerie.

Everyone definitely noticed when Steve split in two, then four, and kept doubling until there were 20 of him. Each Steve sat down at a different table, next to Val, at the A-list table, with the band geeks and choir kids, and even with Danny, Sam, and Tucker.

“Sup dudes? I’m Steve, from earlier. I decided to split off and see all the cool people I can meet, chat with y’all while we eat. Oh, my original body is on the roof eating the lunch papa made me. Nice to meet you!”

Steve offered his hands to Tucker and Sam to shake, a third appearing in front of Danny. Danny chuckled and shook, while Tucker held up his greasy palms, a finger covered in barbecue sauce. Sam shook his hand then scooted over to invite Steve to sit with them properly. Tupperware, lunchbox, and food tray alike rattled when he sat down, leaning forward with a grin.

“So, what do you guys like to do afterschool? I was in show choir back home, really hoping there’s room for me in it here. I like to dance and do a little singing.”

Tucker wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, gesturing with a french-fry.

“Tucker Foley, or TF as in Too Fine, at your service. I’m in the robotics club, though I only really show up every now and then. Ow, rude and uncalled for. You see the abuse I have to put up with?”

Danny rolled his eyes, relenting in his elbowed assault on his dork of a best friend.

“Excuse him, he’s still learning how to talk to people instead of technology. I’m Danny, Danny Fenton. I like astronomy and I stargaze whenever I can, though Amity doesn’t exactly have the most picturesque of night skies. Light pollution, ya know? I like to play videogames too though.”

“Hardly the only pollution there is to deal with in this town. Sam Manson, I have a greenhouse I tend to, and I do activist work when I can.”

Sam pointed at Steve with her spork, eyes flicking between the boy in front of her and the one sitting with the A-listers. “Word to the wise since you’re sizing up who to and not to hang out with: Dash Baxter, Paulina Sanchez, Star Thunder, and Kwan Ishiyama along with practically the entire football team are all bullies.”

Steve blinked at Sam, perplexed, and Tucker swallowed down the last of his burger.

“What?”

“Yeah, the jocks are the muscleheads who go around giving wedgies, swirlies, demanding other people do their homework for them and tossing people into lockers. Only if you’re a nerd, geek, or freak like us though, of course.”

Danny chuckled and leaned on his elbows, corndog eaten down to the bare stick and corn powered through like a champ if he did say so himself. Steve was gawking at them, which had Danny laughing a little more.

“Can’t forget that if you accidentally piss off one of the girls, or talk back to the meatheads, or even they just fail their own tests cause they don’t learn shit, they go and find you to beat up. Well, me, probably not you. You’re good looking and the fun kinda weird.”

Steve frowned; teeth bared just enough to see that he had more canines than he did when he sat down. Over at the A-list table, Sam noted that Steve stuttered in whatever their conversation was over there.

“Have they killed anyone or sent someone to the hospital?”

Tucker snorted and shrugged. “Not yet, no.”

Steve nodded, and his ghost eye changed, iris now a ruby red ring around his pupil.

“There’s a chance to course correct then. I can fix em, I’m sure of it. Don’t worry, I’m gonna see what I can do to get their general attitude all fixed up.”

Sam snorted and rolled her eyes, but Steve only looked more determined.

“I’m serious! I just gotta talk to em and I’ll figure it out from there. Now, what do you guys actually wanna talk about? Oh, hey, favorite animal?”

The boys looked at each other and decided to take the olive branch for what it was.

“I like dogs. Always wanted one but my parents said no.”

“I for one prefer jackals. They’re just really cool, ya know?”

“Snakes or tarantulas, I can never decide. My parents wouldn’t let me get either.”

“Ancients, I wanted a snake so bad when I was younger, I asked my dads just about every day for a month for a pet snake.”

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redfoxtail26 · 2 years

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BANG

New phic! >>>:3

This phic has multiple chapters, and there'll be some art by the lovely @cookietastic later on, so keep your eyes peeled for future posts!

#danny phantom #phanphic #invisobang 2022 #refraction #if you know you know #weird thing my brain came up with

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five-rivers · 1 year

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like giving candy to a baby

Ghosts did not have obsessions in the way human ecto-scientists meant when they used the term. They did, however, have patterns, ticks in behavior, impulses, habits, that were nigh impossible to break. Carryovers from their lives, or, in many cases, their deaths, impressed upon their thought patterns. Easy paths for them to follow.

In Daniel’s case, the pattern was curiosity. More specifically, the indulgence of it.

To be sure, he had made himself into a tutelary, a protective spirit, and the more he followed that narrative, the more he would fit his chosen role. But, like any other person, living or dead, that was not all he was.

Curiosity was what had killed him. Such an event would, naturally, either burn the feeling out of him altogether, or render any other, lesser deterrent meaningless.

If one were to place Daniel, unsupervised, in a room with an interesting object, he would interact with it. Examine it. Touch it. Smell it. Taste it. See if it turned on or off. Not indiscriminately, mind, there were various variables involved, and it was true that thinking beings, when underestimated, tended to seek out simulation, however unpleasant. One might also argue that the environment in which Daniel was raised made him less cognizant of certain risks.

But it was also true that if the object in question looked remotely edible, it would wind up in Daniel's mouth long before hunger could be said to have any impact on his decision making.

As such, Clockwork was very careful when it came to the items he left Daniel alone with.

Over the ages Clockwork had spent as the Observants' solution to everything even remotely inconvenient, he had collected a vast array of cursed objects. It was only right that he should bring them to bear against the latest problem they'd dumped in his lap. On the whole, he thought a series of subtle curses was a much more elegant and ethical solution than assassination.

Letting Daniel walk himself into curses was easy to the point Clockwork almost felt guilty about it.

Almost.

He knew Daniel did not want to become Dan, either, after all, or blunder into any of a number of other bad futures. Needs must.

Danny floated into Long Now, Clockwork’s lair. He’d been visiting Clockwork regularly ever since the incident. He wasn’t sure how that had really happened, but it had, and every time Clockwork seemed pleased to see him.

It was a little strange, but Danny didn’t want to question it too deeply.

“Ah, Daniel,” said Clockwork, warmly, switching from old man to infant, “I am in the middle of something, but if you can sit there for just a moment…” He nodded to the sitting area.

“Sure!” chirped Danny. He really was just here to hang out. Maybe take a nap. Didn’t need to do anything in particular.

He floated over to the couch and let himself drop. He laid there for a few minutes, contemplating his place in the universe. Introspection, however, was boring, and maybe he didn't want to sleep as much as he thought he did. He sat up and looked around instead.

Last time he was here, he'd had a good time checking out all of the statues Clockwork had in this room. They were pretty cool.

But today Danny's attention was arrested by the huge decorative hourglass sitting on Clockwork's coffee table. Ruby red sand floated slowly from the top lobe to the bottom one, twisting and swirling on their path down. He stroked the silvery metal casing with one finger, liking the texture.

It was pretty. A conversation piece? Danny couldn't think of any other reason Clockwork would have it out here. He flipped it over and watched the sand run the other way for a while. There was a lot more sand in one bulb than the other. With how slowly the sand was falling and how big the hourglass was, it'd take forever even to get that little bit.

He flipped the hourglass over again, wondering if the pattern the sand moved in would change at all, then shook it, testing the way gravity behaved on sand in all areas of the glass. He flipped it again. He wanted to see if it would do anything special when the sand ran out, but given the speed it was moving at, even that would probably take years.

"So, Daniel, what have you been up to?"

Danny jumped, but turned to face Clockwork with a smile. "Oh, you know."

"I do," said Clockwork, "but I'd like to hear it from you."

Clockwork carefully transferred the hourglass from the table to its case using telekinesis and being very careful not to tip it over. Having gone through the trouble of getting Daniel attuned to it, he didn’t want to carelessly break that attunement.

A few hundred years ago, the Observants had cracked down on tools one could use to reduce one’s age or extend one’s life, but the hourglass was easily the least obvious. Clockwork estimated it would take Daniel nearly a year to notice that he was aging backwards.

It wasn’t a complete solution, but if Daniel didn’t grow up, he wouldn’t grow up into that.

Danny spun the top edge of… it looked a bit like an ancient rubix cube. The metal squares had symbols instead of paint, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out the internal mechanism. Then again, he didn’t know what the internal mechanism for a regular rubix cube was, either. He should take one apart when he gets home. It’d be fun.

But it’d be even more fun if he could compare it to the mechanism in this one.

The last row of symbols clicked into place, and all the sides were made of the same symbols. Danny spent a few seconds admiring his work. He’d never managed to solve one of these before.

The cube fell apart. Danny yelped, propelling himself over the back of the couch then peaking over the top of it. It was just cubes. Little dice. No internal mechanism at all. Huh.

“Don’t worry,” said Clockwork, “it’s supposed to do that.”

Danny nodded and put himself on the couch again. He prodded one of the dice, half worried that it would fall apart, too. It didn’t. It simply rolled over to a new symbol.

His fingers felt… tingly. He flexed his hands. If Clockwork said it was supposed to be like that…

“How do I put it back together?”

Putting a limit on Daniel’s powers was a must. If he wasn’t strong enough to destroy the world, then he couldn’t do it.

The Box of Spes existed to seal ‘troubles.’ Pandora had made it long ago. In this particular case, the troubles were Daniel’s powers, neatly bound with each piece he put back into place, the potential curtailed.

Most of them were powers Daniel hadn’t even touched yet, or that he had only used once, and Daniel was notoriously forgetful about his powers. He would do just fine without the stranger, more dangerous ones.

But if he did ever need to reach further, all Clockwork needed to do was open the box.

Danny eyed the goblet Clockwork had put down… Was it twenty minutes ago, now? It was a pretty metal goblet. Silvery black. Fruit and chain designs sculpted into it. Filled almost to the brim with purplish-red juice.

Danny licked his lips. He was… curious. He’d never seen Clockwork eating or drinking anything before, and he wanted to know what it tasted like, what it was. It smelled tasty. Sweet.

He wanted it, but he knew that drinking someone else’s drink was the absolute peak of rudeness, so he was not going to do that.

He was also wondering what Clockwork was doing that was taking so long, but he’d learned better than to go looking for Clockwork after last time. At least, he thought he had. He definitely still wanted to know… Just, he didn’t want to walk in on anything like that again… That had just been weird.

So. He waited. And waited some more. And (inside his head only) wished he’d brought a book. Or a rubix cube. He’d taken one apart and solving them was a lot easier now…

Waiting. More waiting.

He really wanted to know what it tasted like.

A tiny sip wouldn’t hurt.

He slid over to the goblet and picked it up. If it was wine he’d be so mad at himself. Cautiously, he sipped at it.

It wasn’t wine. It tasted a lot like cranberry juice. A little bitter, but also sweet. It was nice.

He carefully put it back down on the table. Because he definitely hadn’t done that. Nope.

… But then, Danny had never been successful at keeping things from Clockwork.

Actually, Clockwork probably already knew.

Ugh. Danny really had to work on his impulse control.

Pomegranates were a traditional medium for curses in the Ghost Zone, but the addition of the Stygian Goblet would make the natural effects of them much worse. Protective spirits were especially vulnerable to them. They wanted them, on some level. Wanted that security.

Bindings. Tethers. Chains. Like the ones that brought Persephone back to the underworld every winter.

For now, the one linking Daniel to Long Now was weak. But Clockwork could make it stronger… or shorter… as needed. Reel him in. Keep him close. Keep him out of the way. Keep him safe.

And bring him in when Clockwork needed to add another layer to the curses.

Yes. It really was almost too easy to curse Daniel.

But it was the way things were meant to be.

#danny phantom #fic #phanphic

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flagbridge · 1 day

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All Vows Chapter 37: Sempre Libera

Phantom of the Opera: E/C, R/C, C/M, Post-Leroux/ALW Canon; Redemption Arc, 18+

"She even thought she’d heard a “brava” of a familiar voice, the voices of the dead."

All Vows Chapter 37: Sempre Libera is now live.

This one has a doozy of a cliffhanger.

#phantom of the opera #poto #fanfiction #amwriting #all vows #longfic #ao3 writer #my fic #phanphic #POTOMER

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whereonceiwasfire · 1 month

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Me, writing my Bad News fics that nobody asked for:

Anyway, I just think they're neat.

Here's a new chapter of a post phantom planet, villain Vlad, Bad News fic where the GIW needs Harriet's help to stop the destabilizing phantom in Amity Park.

#danny phantom #vlad masters #harriet chin #vlad masters/harriet chin #bad news #phanphic

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phantomphangphucker · 2 years

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DannyMay Day 3: College Days - Scientific Peculiarity - Chap.1: It’s Such A Delight!

Typically, university/college wasn’t much of an interest or in the cards for Danny. But when the kid’s actually REALLY FUCKING GOOD with ghost hunter gear and tech plus super creative, and then you add in Vlad’s deep DEEP pockets… Meanwhile, Tadashi and co. think the new face is a little… strange. Hiro’s friend or not.

“Wait, you mean you’re going to be coming down here!?! SICK!”.

“Yup! Vlad wrangled me in, I’m not asking how but I’m in! I’m honestly really excited even if it means being outside of Amity for a while. Though… getting away from my folks is probably for the best”.

“Yeah”, he winces, he knew that Danny’s parents weren’t the greatest. Hiro might be ‘a fourteen-year-old kid’ but he’s not stupid. Someone can only mention their parents forgetting to feed them so many times before it’s obvious that it’s a habit. And their lab safety sounded really sad. Hiro had enjoyed bugging his brother by randomly mentioning whatever latest thing Danny’s parents had done, leaving his big brother practically ranting about lab safety.

And now Danny was coming here. To San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. To work on lame nerd stuff but still. Maybe Hiro’ll actually go to the labs there, like Tadashi’s always wanted him to, just to watch Danny harass everyone with his goblin energy and Fenton style ‘lab safety’.

“I’m honestly just surprised that I got approval to work with ecto and all that”.

Hiro chuckles, “yeah, you always make that stuff sound super dangerous”, smirking, “and fun”. Aka really cool in Hiro’s opinion. Even if he’s not… entirely sold on the whole ghost thing. But it would be really neat! And the possibility of seeing the dead again… yeah, he’d like that.

“Oh it is. All the chaos. Speaking of dangerous and fun, win any bot fights lately?”.

Now that, that gets Hiro grinning, “you know it! Tadashi was mad and totally got thrown in jail”.

“HA! Nice! Gotta stick it to those overbearing siblings sometimes! When I get there and finally meet that brother of yours I’m going to immediately ask when we goin’ bot fighting and when he tries to ask if I’m into robotics to try and steer the conversation away from illegal activities, I’ll tell him that ‘nope! Interdimensional travel to the land of the dead’s my thing!’ and he will cry ”.

Hiro is actively laughing hard enough to be tearing up a little, “he actually might!”. His big brother was probably the most anti-things-that-haven’t-been-proven-by-science guy he knows! And Hiro’s pretty sure that if someone tried to argue if leprechauns were real just to be silly, Danny would respond with ‘oh I don’t know, probably?’. You could say you rode a unicorn and he’d just judge you for not having pictures. Just the same, Danny was the only one who didn’t go all mother-hen on him about the bot fighting.

“Anyways, I gotta finish packing this mess. Before my dad offers to help”; Danny’s cringe is very noticeable.

“Cool, bye”. Hiro smiling down at his phone. Oh he hopes Danny’s lab space or whatever gets put in with Tadashi’s!

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Danny lounges, feet up on the dashboard of Vlad’s expensive ass car. Hands behind his head, “Ancients this is gonna be so awesome”.

“I’m glad you’re excited”, Vlad side-eyeing Danny, “and that you let yourself go”. Making Danny shrug, “eh, I’m on good terms with a lot of ghosts now so I know they won’t do any serious damage, any others Val’s tough enough to handle and she can call me if she needs help”, smirking at the older man, “you know I’m a fast-flying motherfucker”.

“Language”.

“Boo to you. Boo”.

Vlad rolls his eyes as they finally pull into the university’s parking lot, “well now you can get out and stop scuffing up my dashboard”. Danny smirking and making a point to just scuff it up more as he opens the door and gets out. Vlad gets him back by managing to make the back door open just right to smack Danny in the face. Danny sticking his tongue out at the man while Vlad smirks. Vlad rolling down his driver's side window, “got everything?”.

“Yup! You can so totally go back to your silly mayor duties”.

“And I will. Just remember, ghosts might be an open secret, but they’re not ‘having a ghostly sparring match in broad daylight in the middle of San Fransokyo’ levels of an open secret”.

Danny waving the man off with a piece of luggage, “pffft I know, I know; old man. Geez. But if, say, Cujo decides to haul ass through whatever lab or one of the probably evil head professors decides to do shit; who knows”.

Vlad quirks an eyebrow, “‘probably evil’?”.

“Callaghan seems super sketchy”.

Vlad sighs, “well he is the one who let you in to work on ghost tech. So that would line up with your very unlucky track record”.

Danny laughing and beginning to walk off, “yup! Evil therapists! Evil doctors! Evil carnival! Evil mayor!”.

Vlad just rolls his eyes with a chuckle before smoothly backing out and driving off.

Danny lets out a long breath when he gets inside, smiling. This was gonna be nice! Sure he was the only sixteen-year-old here probably and was probably going to get that ‘child prodigy’ treatment/label, but fuck it. First! To find his dorm! Which he thankfully doesn’t have a roommate for due to ‘health concerns’ regarding ectoplasm and probably the school or whatever looked into what happened to the last person who played roommate to any Fenton. Aka, Vlad getting hospitalised for seven years. Jazz just got her own apartment too; which Vlad also paid for. Their parents had set up college/university funds but not very big ones, most of their money went to their work, not his or Jazz’s futures; though Jazz got all the money from the fund, since they didn’t think Danny would ever go. But pretty much entirely thanks to Vlad being the decent but kinda crazy uncle he was, Danny was fucking HERE. At basically one of the best tech schools out there so that he could work on ghost tech that was all his own. Was Phantom Grade.

Pausing his walking and staring a little, holy crap there was a bar attached to the building. Too bad he can’t legally drink… in the living realm anyways. Either may he chuckles over the little not-so-hidden find, before hauling ass again.

His dorm room… is tiny. Oh well. It’s just for one person so it’s probably the smallest in the building. Shrugging and stuffing things away before being smart and putting some (invisible) ecto-proofing spray all over basically everything. It would be really bad form if he contaminated the place too horribly or ecto-burnt a hole into the carpet or accidentally brought his dresser to life.

And now… Lucky Cat Café! To let Hiro know that the problem has arrived! And was late! Like usual.

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Hiro, and Tadashi for the first time in a while, were currently helping Aunt Cass out with the workload at the café, when Danny basically kicks in the front door. Him sauntering in like he’s trying to cause problems, rough blue steel-toed doc martins, patch-covered beat-up crust-pants, a leather jacket with dick-shaped studs on the collar; in short, he looked like trouble. Him throwing up his hands and shouting, “Hiro!”.

Hiro throwing up his hands too, “Danny!”, dropping his hands, “dude, did you put on makeup to make your scar more obvious?”, and laughs. Danny grins stupidly, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks over, “hey now, I had to look like the definition of a ‘bad influence friend’ for meeting your family for the first time”, and snickers before waving at a curious-looking Aunt Cass and cautious-looking Tadashi.

“You’re such a Problem”.

“Why thank you dearly for the compliment. Also!”, Danny sticking up a finger while also pulling out a little paper, “since Tadashi goes to SFIT, he can tell me where my lab space is”.

Tadashi blinks, frowning a little, “you’re going to SFIT?”, he sounds both impressed and less than impressed.

“Yup! Richest man on the planet paid my way! That, and being on the cover of genius magazine and being raised by tech geniuses probably helped. Even if I am, like, four years younger than you”, waving him off, “my sister went to Yale. Lame, I know. Pioneering some new branch of psychology or something”, and shrugs.

Tadashi looking to Hiro with a fond quirked eyebrow, “now when did you go befriending a child genius?”. Aunt Cass adding in more judgingly, “and why have we never met before?”, her looking to Danny, “how do you like your coffee?”.

Danny smirking, “as caffeinated as you’re willing to make it, legal or otherwise”, sticking up a finger at her while Tadashi does actually take the lab assignments paper from him, “I’m from Illinois, Amity Park specifically”. She nods acceptingly and quickly goes to make him something real quick.

Hiro blushes a little awkwardly while Danny turns his attention on Tadashi, grinning devilishly, “and we met over battle bots”, and looks very very smug when Tadashi practically gives him a death glare. Tadashi sighing after a beat, “well I’m glad you’re doing more with your intellect than just that”, quickly giving Hiro a look, which the teen rolls his eyes over, before looking back to Danny, “and I take it you’re into robotics then?”. Making Hiro facepalm, since Tadashi just walked right into this like Danny said he would.

Danny, somehow, looks even more smug, “oh no, I’m working on ghost hunting tech and interdimensional death portals”.

Aunt Cass blinks, handing Danny off a ludicrously strong coffee, “well that’s certainly intresting”. While Hiro bends over laughing at Tadashi looking like he just bit a lemon.

Danny waving Tadashi off with a smirk, “both my parents are ghost hunters, Jazz is doing work on ghost psychology and ghost envy, there’s even a few witch hunters in the family tree”, and grins open-mouthed. Knowing full well Tadashi officially hates his guts.

After a bit… “tell me that’s a joke”.

Hiro starts laughing, hard, again. While Danny just snickers, “I don’t know, guess you’ll just have to find out”.

Tadashi hands back the paper politely at least, “well you’re in the same lab as me”; everyone can feel the ‘unfortunately’ tacked on the end there. Danny saluting with his cup, “well I guess lll go wander around the lab area until you come and lead me there like a lost little puppy”, gives him a mocking pout and walks out.

Tadashi blinks, looking back to Hiro, “ghost hunters? Really? Really”. Hiro shrugs, “he’s admitted himself that his parents are crazy”.

“Oh thank god”.

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Danny wasn’t kidding, he did actually just… wander around aimlessly. Unnerving a lot of people. Tadashi shaking his head before waving Danny to follow him; smiling slightly at the excitable first year… even if he was a little strange.

Which the teen proceeds to prove as soon they get into the lab by sticking out his hands and shouting, “I AM HERE TO SAY HELLO TO MY COLLEGE YEARS! HA HA!”. Everyone pausing what they’re doing to look at them.

Tadashi resisting sighing purely to avoid discouraging the teenager. Absently realising that this was that friend with parents that had truly horrible lab safety tendencies, that Hiro had mentioned more than once. Watching the teenager walk off to the only open lab area and slam his hands down hard enough to make

everything on it bounce. Alright, he’s not entirely sure how he feels about this.

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andydona-chan · 2 years

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Ghostly Sweat

Ok, this one doesn't have anything to do with Dannymay (I'm behind, but I'll try to catch up), but is one I wanted to do for some time, I made another version of this but I didn't really like it and it wasn't as funny, it was angst and I was aiming for something more fun, prompt was taken from @floralflowerpower prompt list, though I may have forgotten the AC not working and to make everyone else suffer... But I like it, so have this version, and maybe, if I manage to correct and like the other version I made I'll also share it with you.

“Ewwww! Fentonio is sweating buckets!”

Dash’s voice caught everyone’s attention, but he tried to ignore it so the others could do the same. Not only were they currently in the smallest classroom in the school watching some kind of movie that their professor thought was a good idea to watch during this heat wave, with a lot of sweaty and smelly teenagers all huddled together with the windows and curtains closed, no, they were also standing cause the desks on the classroom had been taken by other students… as a replacement for the damaged ones after a ghost attack.

So they twenty something or so students were all standing in the room, in lines of 5 in a dark and hot room watching a video on… what now? Fetal development, if the image of the cells multiplying into weird shapes and then developing a spine and eyes was anything to go by… oh, that was a tiny hand, yeah, it was totally about that, hadn’t they seen this video like twice this year?

“Danny, you’re dripping, you sure you’re alright?” asked Mikey who was standing next to him, maybe because they were more or less the same height, so much for trying to ignore the comment.

“I’m fine, is just really hot here” Mikey gave him a side glance and nodded.

“I thought ghosts didn’t sweat” he whispered.

“I’m only half ghost, my human half does it” said Danny plainly.

“Yeah, but not to this extent” said Star from behind him, “there’s already a puddle on the floor, or did you have an accident?” Danny managed to not roll his eyes at the comment; her amused smile could be heard even without seeing her face.

He looked down to check what was happening, and to his surprise he did found a puddle, his shoes were all wet and when he lifted a foot he felt his tennis shoe heavier than usual and the positively not nice feeling of a wet sock inside it. Grimacing, he lifted his eyes again towards the video, whipping his forehead with a hand to remove his hair from it. Only to find whatever was dripping from his head, stuck on his hand and in the same color of his hair…

Alarmed, Danny gasped and shook his hand, making his classmates to complain about being splashed, but things didn’t stop there, now that he had done that, his skin started looking the same, as if it was melting.

“Help!” he managed to say, the group immediately turned to look at him, if you wanted to describe it, it looked as if Danny had been covered in barely made jelly, sticky like ectoplasm but too liquid to be it.

“Mr. Fenton, the video is alm…” said the professor who had the only chair in the room before looking at him.

Sam and Tucker had already made their way towards him and were pulling him towards the door, Danny was holding onto Tucker as his feet slid on the floor as if he was walking on ice… Now that he thought about it…

The teacher was already calming down the rest of his classmates and telling Sam what to do next, as if she didn’t know how to handle it better than him. Danny tried to stay still for a moment and called out his transformation once out of the room, only to change back a second later and drop to his knees in pain.

“What the hell is going on Danny?” asked Sam looking at him with concern as she offered her hand and Tucker grabbed at him to lift him up.

“I think it’s some kind of survival mode?” he said finally standing up in wobbly legs, “when I transformed it was painful” he said rubbing at his chest; they made their way towards Mr. Lancer’s office who was the nearest person at school that was willing to help them in this cases.

“Well, at least you saved us the rest of that video and the next class, perks of being friends with Amity Park’s local hero” said Tucker, who had managed to pull out his pocket fan and was now directing it towards the two of them, only to have to catch it midair when Danny’s feet slid dangerously on the floor, Sam grabbed him on the other side.

“Yeah, right, I don’t know how we’re going to fix this, but I’m pretty sure you won’t want to participate” said Danny as Sam knocked on the door.

The girl made a face “Whatever this is, and I truly want this to be anything else, I hope it doesn’t happen again, sorry but, ghostly sweat stinks worse than human sweat if that’s what it is” she said pinching her nose and smiling at Danny’s offended face.

Mr. Lancer opened the door and was about to ask them to come in when he saw them “Creatures of the Deep! What happened?”

Explaining what was happening and how it started was easy to do, however finding a solution wasn’t simple. With the decision that exposing Danny to the sun to go back home – avoiding at all costs calling Jack Fenton, who would just come in his giant motorized and steel covered Fenton GAV – they decided that the safest option was to keep Danny in the coolest place in the school.

And that’s how Danny spent the rest of the day and a good part of the evening in the fridge chamber of the school.

#danny phantom #fanfic #prompt fill #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #phanphic #dp fanfic #dp fic #mr. lancer #dash baxter #dp mikey #dp star #heat wave

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