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underforeversgrace · 1 year

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i love you (don't kill me)

Title: i love you (don't kill me)

Words: 4591

Warnings: Major Character Death, (semi) Graphic Depictions of Violence

Prompts:

Sherry_A_H: Tearing up Phantom molecule by molecule is something the Fentons will regret for the rest of their lives.

Nocturnal Starr: Maddie struggles to come to terms with Danny being Phantom.

Astatia Ghast: When Danny’s body is purged of ectoplasm, he begins to waste away. It turns out the Accident changed his body so completely that he can no longer survive without ectoplasm.

Even with as many times as it’s been explained to her, Maddie still just can’t understand. She can’t grasp her son, her black-haired, blue-eyed little boy, being Phantom. It just wasn’t possible. It wasn’t.

Maddie leaned back in her chair, rubbing her gloved hand across her tired face as the heart monitor beeped steadily. At least they were able to handle this at home. Express fake concern that it was high level ectoplasmic contamination, that he couldn’t be admitted to a general hospital because of it. But there was nothing to be done, was there? Not anymore. She and Jack had gone too far, messed up too severely this time.

Maddie just sat there, listening to the monitor. Danny’s heartbeat was far too slow. Even his friends had said this was lower than his normal. Well, Tucker had advised them of that. Sam refused to speak to them. Even Tucker had been short and to the point in his response, his voice cold and hard.

Jazz had been the one to fill them in, Tucker nor Sam could be in the same room as Maddie and Jack for longer than a few seconds, far too little time to go over the events of the past two years. Jazz couldn’t bear to look at her parents either, though. She hated them. Maddie could find no kindness or softness in her daughter’s face anymore, no hint of love for them. And she found she couldn’t blame Jazz for her reaction.

They all knew what Jack and Maddie had done.

A small alarm trilled from her pocket, pulling Maddie back to the room. The blue room with the stars on the ceiling and model rockets littered on shelves along the walls. The blue room with the hospital bed, with her dying son.

She pulled the timer out from her pocket, silencing it with a button press.

“Time for another injection?” A male voice asked behind her, near the door.

The man was named Michaels, he was a bodyguard Sam had hired to watch over Danny, because Sam didn’t trust his parents alone with him. While Maddie could hold her own against most people, Michaels was not one of them. He was an even more skilled black belt than she, an even better shot with the human gun at his hip.

He was a stranger in her son’s bedroom, he was an unwelcome figure in her family’s suffering.

He was her son’s protector while she had been his executioner.

Maddie sighed. “Yes, it is.”

“The red one again?”

“No, the blue one.”

“Is it really already time for the blue one again? He’s already had one in the past twenty four hours.” Michaels responded, his voice light but his eyes narrowed at her in distrust. He didn’t know the full story - what Danny was, exactly what his parents had done to him - but he was no fool. Then again, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize something was wrong when he’d been explicitly told to keep an eye on Maddie and Jack.

“He… he didn’t stabilize with that one this morning. Normally, he has an increase in his vital signs - his heart rate, oxygen levels, temperature - but he had none of that. No use in giving a booster when the shot didn’t take.” Maddie replied, her heart clenching in her chest.

Her eyes strayed to the bedside table, where a small present wrapped in starry paper sat. Her little Danny had turned sixteen eight days ago. He’d been in a coma for ten. He’d never open that present, would he? See the car they’d bought for him? The keys sat in that little box - a singular key with a NASA emblem on the keychain, to an older model car they’d parked at the Mansons’.

Tears pricked at the mother’s eyes and she blinked them away before they could fall. She still held onto hope that Danny would suddenly awake, happy and healthy and whole in whatever way he wanted, and she didn’t want him to see her crying.

“Here,” Michaels said, handing a syringe over to Maddie. Thick red liquid seemed to bubble in the glass, or was it a gas? Ectoplasm was such an odd thing. Michaels shot her a firm nod then stepped back by the dresser, locking the case with the chemicals back up. Yet another safeguard for Danny’s life, at risk from his parents. Their concoction had been tested by ectologists even more renowned than the Fentons, to make sure it would not harm a ghost. It was kept in a locked case and only the other scientists were allowed to formulate more, based on what Maddie and Jack had created. She never touched them except when it was time for one.

Did the Fentons even count as ectologists, Maddie wondered? Or just monsters with guns, shooting down and destroying anything that didn’t fall on the ‘right’ side of the alive/dead binary?

Maddie popped the protective cover off the needle, turning Danny’s arm so the crook of his elbow looked up at her - covered in bruises and needle marks from where she’d been desperately trying to save him.

Ironic, isn’t it? Maddie had fantasized about doing this to Danny Phantom. About strapping him to a table, cutting him open, injecting every possible substance under the sun into his arm to see how his spectral body would react. She’d already known she would have to ignore the creature’s screams. Not sentient. Not able to feel pain. Not able to die when he was already dead.

Her and Jack had discussed the best ways to slice him open - though, then, they’d still been calling Phantom an it - without destabilizing him. They didn’t want his core to give out before they’d even started, after all. They’d wanted to carve off chunks of Phantom’s ‘fake’ skin, rip their way into whatever he had in his chest cavity. Wanted to cut and take samples and biopsies from every inch of the ghost, inside and out. And it would’ve all started with a simple shot, wouldn’t it? Some sort of suppressant to keep the ghost’s abilities at bay.

So, no, Maddie couldn’t be upset at how her daughter and her son’s friends were acting.

She’d gotten her dream. She just hadn’t realized it could ever be a nightmare.

But this was definitely a nightmare she was in, a hell of her own making, as she gently pressed the needle into him, piercing through flesh and injecting the mixture into him. She looked at the monitor connected to him, all the wires measuring all the signs of life in him, desperate to see an improvement.

But there was nothing. He hadn’t reacted. He was just as still, looked just as dead.

Pain pierced her through the heart as she collapsed back into her seat - she would’ve almost sworn she’d been stabbed, the pain felt so real, so tangible. This was their last idea. Human blood supercharged with ectoplasm, with enough electricity going through it to take out a city block, to try to make them bind together, to mimic what they’d stolen from Danny.

But it failed. They had failed. She had failed. How could this be happening? It just wasn’t possible. It wasn’t. How could they have messed up so badly?

“We’ve got it, Mads!” Jack yelled, running to the glowing form on the ground.

“Nice shot, dear!” Maddie called, a wide grin across her face as the two ghost hunters caught up with their prey.

Danny Phantom looked up at them through the net, eyes unfocused, mouth moving without sound.

“It worked! Whatever brain pattern it has mimicked isn’t working!” Jack said, proudly hoisting the overly large gun onto his shoulder, beaming at his wife.

“The Fenton Scrambler might just be one of our best inventions!” She said, clapping her hands together as her husband grabbed the net and began dragging it behind them, back towards the GAV. Maddie opened the rear doors and Jack tossed the ghost in. It made a noise and placed a hand against its head, slightly shaking its head, doing a very good job of mimicking confusion.

Jack and Maddie hopped into their seats and Jack floored it, sending them flying back towards their home, tossing any and all driving safety recommendations out the window.

Within minutes, they were home, their catch unloaded and dragged down to the lab, still unable to speak. Unceremoniously, Jack tossed the ghost into a containment block at the corner of the lab, all sides blocked by phase proof glass.

“Hmph, Danny still hasn’t done his chores!” Jack whined, looking at the messy lab. The table they needed was half buried under old, never finished inventions. Mess covered every flat surface - from old pizza boxes to ectoplasm and everything in between.

“We’ll remind him when he gets home!” Maddie said, kissing Jack on the cheek. They began to clean, both shaking with excitement.

Maddie kept glancing over at the corner, licking her lips in anticipation. The ghost seemed to be getting some of its limited faculties back, the net had slipped off when it’d been tossed in. It pressed a hand against its eyes and wrapped the other arm around its center. It’s ability to pretend to be human was so impressive! She wondered if its insides would be as impressive. Was it so desperate to appear human that the illusion would go beneath its faux skin? Would there be bones? Kidneys? An appendix? How cold was it? Would it be colder inside? Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach, excited anxiety burrowing deep into her very being.

Taking far longer than she would have liked, they got the lab in a semi-acceptable state. The table was cleaned off, the scalpels and syringes were sat on trays to the side, and the rest of the mess was, uh, out of sight and therefore out of mind.

“It’s time!” Maddie hollered, jetting towards the door of the containment area, her hand resting on the handle. “Hit the ghost shield!”

Jack hurried over to the side wall and slammed his fist onto a comically large button with his face on it. The sound of machinery whirring and then the ghost shield encased them, an eerie green that made the air beyond the bubble look fuzzy. Jack held up another gun, ready to shoot at the ghost if needed. Maddie was better at hand to hand so she would be the one getting in close contact with Phantom, Jack would provide back up with an ecto-grenade (that had an area of effect even larger than the room, it was physically impossible for even Jack to completely miss).

They nodded to each other and Maddie threw open the door.

Phantom looked at her, pushing itself to its feet, eyes still unfocused.

“Mom?” It asked, the otherworldly echo sounding out of place for such a simple word.

“Excuse me?” Maddie asked, bewilderment temporarily replacing excitement.

“Mom?” It asked again, stumbling forward. A cold hand grabbed her forearm as Phantom continued to look around, confusion painted heavily onto its face. “What’s going on? I feel weird.”

Maddie turned to look at Jack, wondering if she was hallucinating, but the look on Jack’s face mirrored her own emotions.

The ghost groaned, releasing its grip on her and collapsing to its knees, holding its head in both hands, partially out of the containment cube.

“Phantom, what are you-“ Maddie started, but was cut off as bright white lights encircled Phantom’s waist. She heard Jack begin to charge the gun up, though he didn’t fire as the light seemed to split harmlessly, only changing the clothes between the rings as they moved.

She had exactly zero idea how she was supposed to react when Phantom vanished, her son in his place.

“Mom?” Danny asked, the echo gone. “What’s happening…?” The sentence trailed off as he looked up at her. Maddie’s jaw clenched as she saw his eyes - radioactive green.

“Jack, get the Fenton Ghost Catcher!” Maddie barked, grabbing Danny’s arm and jerking him up. Jack nodded wordlessly, concern and fear etched on his face as he ran towards the sub basement, where they’d stored the Ghost Catcher while they made upgrades to it.

Danny yelped in pain as she pulled him up roughly and her chest tightened. She never wanted to hear that sound again. But that did seem to pull Phantom out of whatever haze it had been in - Danny’s voice didn’t sound as confused when he? it? spoke again. “Mom, what are you doing?” He called, trying to dislodge her grip from him, pulling weakly.

“Get out of my son, Phantom.” Maddie hissed.

“What? I’m not overshadowed! It’s me, Danny!” Her son insisted, doubling up his efforts to escape her grasp. That net must have worked even better than they’d expected since Phantom had hidden itself inside a human. A human would be having a severe headache, nausea, and persistent confusion. But her ‘son’ had recovered too fast. This wasn’t her son, her son was being used as a puppet.

“I don’t know what kind of weird overshadowing ability you have to completely change forms, but get. Out. Of. My. Son.” She hissed the last few words.

“No, no, no, no! It’s me, Danny, there was an accident and I’m half ghost and that’s why I have two forms and why all your inventions lock on me and -“ He began stuttering. Maddie tightened her grip on his arm, pulling him roughly towards her as she grabbed his other arm as well.

“How long have you been in my son?” She growled, holding him tight enough to bruise. But Phantom would protect her son. It was a side effect of overshadowing - the human host got the ghostly parasite’s durability. “Our weapons have been honing in on him for two years, how long have you held him?”

“No! It’s not like that! Please just listen or ask my friends or Jazz! We’re - I’m - the same person! C’mon, even the name is a pun! Fenton? Phantom?” Danny was babbling now, fear etched into his eyes. Maddie stared into his blue eyes, that for some reason now seemed to be flecked with green when she was this close, anger building up in her. That was her son’s fear she saw, the fear she’d continue to allow Phantom to possess him and strip away his free will.

It was then that Jack lumbered back up the stairs, Ghost Catcher in hand. He brought it over to where they stood, sitting it beside Maddie and the ghost, pressing a newly added on button. They’d made adjustments to it - it would purge all ectoplasm from the human body. Who knew how much ectoplasmic contamination her son had after two years under a ghost’s control? She hated herself in that moment - what kind of mother doesn’t realize her son has been taken over by a malevolent spirit? For two entire years? She’d make it right, she’d fix this.

Danny’s eyes widened. Of course, that’s how Phantom knew about all of their weapons and other inventions! It had heard them talking around the dinner table! It knew the Catcher had been improved!

“Dad, mom, stop! Just listen to me! Please!” Danny yelled, clawing at Maddie’s hands. That must be her true son shining through - forcing his much lower strength over Phantom’s so she couldn’t be dislodged. “That’ll kill me!” He screamed as Maddie pushed him towards the device, Jack’s face uncharacteristically solemn. Even he knew they had messed up, they had missed something huge for so long. “Please, stop!” He continued, tears starting to streak down his face. Maddie wasn’t sure if it was Phantom trying to pull on her sympathies or her Danny crying in joy that he’d finally be free of this monster. She hated that she couldn’t tell.

“Everything is gonna be okay, Danny,” she whispered in his ear.

“Stop!” He called out again. Maddie pinched at a pressure point in his neck and he went limp in her arms.

Gently, she and Jack passed Danny through the center of the Catcher and watched in horror as Phantom split from him, liquid ectoplasm dripping to the floor. How much ectoplasm had Danny had in him? Both were still unconscious.

Maddie carefully sat her sleeping son on a nearby chair, smiling as she watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed. Meanwhile, Jack bound Phantom to the table, triple checking that all of the restraints were tight enough. Both parents were angry at this stupid ghost, this awful, horrible creature that had stolen their son from them for so long.

Jack shoved some fabric into the ghost’s mouth, pressing phase proof tape along the outside to keep it in his mouth.

The ghost awoke before their son did. It cried its fake tears, screaming behind the gag as they took out both their revenge and scientific curiosity out on its body. They sliced and diced as much as they wanted, amazed by the exciting specimen in front of them. At one point, Maddie moved her scalpel towards its eyes, holding eye contact for longer than necessary. As pain reflected in its eyes, Maddie found herself questioning her conviction that ghosts couldn’t feel pain. She lowered her scalpel and began excising the eye, viciously hoping this ghost could feel pain, could feel every incision they were making.

They had ripped apart over half the ghost’s body before it finally stopped fighting and went limp in its restraints.

The joy of righteous vengeance enacted brought her so much pride, made even more delicious by finally getting to live out her fantasy on Phantom. It had always been an odd ghost, different in ways they couldn’t understand.

It wouldn’t be until Jazz came home several hours later and found them in the lab that they realized what they might have done when she explained through sobs, her hands covered in ectoplasm from where she’d ran to the table, screaming Danny’s name.

When Danny never woke up, however, they realized what they’d done, just as how much they’d messed up. They hadn’t listened. They hadn’t thought of all the times they’d seen Danny go through ghost shields, how Phantom had grown older with Danny. They’d never even stopped to consider what if they were wrong.

Maddie felt the wet soil beneath her knees, felt the chill settling into her bones as it seeped through her pants. She hadn’t worn her suit since the monitor went off for the last time, since the coroner had come out for her son’s body. Pain, grief, had settled like lead in her chest. She had no more tears left to cry as she gazed at the headstone in front of her.

Daniel James “Danny” Fenton

April 3, 1993 - July 19, 2009

A beloved hero and cherished son

They’d chosen to release the truth after Danny had passed away, so his DP insignia also was engraved onto the stone, above his name. They’d lied about his cause of death. He died from ghost fighting, after being poisoned. His parents, who loved him more than anything in the world and were among the world’s leaders in ghost science, had immediately dedicated themselves to saving him, no matter the cost. Only those closest to Danny knew the truth, and even then, only his parents knew the extend of it. Knew his last words were pleading with them to stop, that they were going to kill him. Knew that they had tortured another part of him to death. Only Maddie knew she’d taken joy in his suffering.

Jazz had informed them she would not be speaking with them again, to not reach out to her, ever. Sam and Tucker made it clear the only reason they weren’t telling the cops Jack and Maddie’s negligence had actually caused Danny’s death was because they knew he wouldn’t want that. He would blame himself for not telling them. For letting himself get caught.

Maddie had had to come to terms with a lot since the day Danny first went into the coma. She’d had to accept she was wrong. Phantom was a hero. Her son was selfless and kind, and she’d been too prejudiced to see Phantom was so, so good.

Thunder cracked in the sky above her, rain began to fall softly. But she didn’t move. The cemetery was quiet.

The funeral had been yesterday and it had just been too much. Fans of Phantom, people who had come to send off a dead ghost. Originally, Maddie had been so angry. How dare these people? Her son was dead, why were they talking about a damned ghost? But that ghost had been her son. She’d lost count of the number of speakers, all the stories of what Danny had done as Phantom.

Employees of a daycare that had caught fire, saved by Phantom. She had written that off as Phantom’s intelligence - he knew saving children would make him look good.

An elderly woman who’s home had been targeted by missiles from Skulker, the only reason it hadn’t been made into wreckage had been Phantom throwing a shield at the last moment. But he hadn’t gotten out of that unscathed - he’d gotten struck and bled green all over her front porch. Maddie had written that one off, too. That ghost was only here to attack Phantom regardless and Phantom had only caught that missile because he’d forgotten to go intangible, like he’d done dozens of times before. Now Maddie wondered if that had been intentional, though. All the times he’d gotten blasted out of the sky - his body would cause much less damage than some of the projectiles the other ghosts would use.

Someone from the local Observatory, who would sometimes see Phantom stargazing. Who’d talked to him and realized he was just a kid who loved the stars, who saw the way Phantom’s cheeks glowed like constellations the more he saw or discussed he stars.

A jock from Casper High, who had mercilessly bullied her son, who now knew how easily he could’ve died if his target had ever fought back, but Phantom - but Danny - was good and had used his powers for good.

Sam and Tucker had gone together, telling stories of Danny, showing the child behind the hero. They never specified Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom when they talked about him. Because there was no difference. It was always Danny. Just Danny.

A thought that routinely haunted her. Those had been some of the last words of his life and they played on repeat in her mind.

A police officer from the local station was outside the cemetery - to guard Danny’s grave in case any of his few detractors tried to hurt his grave. Even the police loved Phantom, it seemed. He helped in a lot of traffic accidents. And the officer had assured her someone would be there around the clock for a while.

Maddie had no doubt that the only reason she was able to be here - alone, kneeling in front of her child’s grave - was because the officer had kept fans and haters alike out.

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the cold, smooth stone. Apparently she wasn’t quite out of tears, she realized, as she began to cry again.

“Are you alright?” Came a familiar voice behind her. She whipped around, unwilling to believe it until she saw it.

There, with a little half smile on his face, floated Danny Phantom, white hair dancing in a way that didn’t quite match the current breeze.

“Danny?” She breathed.

“Yep, that’s me! Do I know you?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

“You… you don’t… know who I am?” She asked, her voice stuttering.

“No, I’m sorry! I just heard crying and could feel you were in pain, so I wanted to make sure you were okay!” Phantom said, an easy smile on his face that Maddie recognized. Danny used to smile like that - carefree, relaxed - a long time ago. When had he last smiled like that? When he was eight or nine?

Maddie was unsure what to say. What, exactly, do you say to your dead son that you violently killed, who has no idea who you are, who just wanted to make sure a stranger in pain was okay? “I… lost someone I love.” Maddie settled on.

“Danny?” A new voice joined in. He appeared in the blink of an eye. A ghost clad in purple, clock staff in hand and clock workings in his chest. If he’d been human, Maddie would’ve thought he was nearly a hundred, as bent over as he was, long white beard nearly as long as he was tall.

“Hey, dad!” Danny chirruped, floating higher up and hugging the ghost.

Maddie’s heart felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on.

“Child,” the older ghost chastised softly, smiling, “I told you to stay near me.”

“I know,” Danny whined, drawing out the ‘o’ sound. “But this lady felt like she was in pain!”

The purple ghost ruffled Danny’s white hair. “I know. Can you head home? I will be there shortly.” He said, waving his hand almost boredly. A portal appeared where his hand passed. Danny nodded then zipped through the portal, which closed behind him immediately.

The remaining ghost turned his attention to Maddie, smile sliding away as red eyes bore into her own. Maddie fidgeted under his gaze.

“I am his guardian now. He will not be returning to this plane.” The ghost stated, answering questions she hadn’t even decided to ask yet.

“Is he…still Danny? Is he happy?”

“Yes, he is still Danny, just without his memories. Due to the…traumatic nature of his death,” the ghost scowled at her, “his life is forgotten to him and will be for many decades. You will be decaying before he remembers. But, yes. He is happy. He is still the same ghost child, still with the urge to help everyone.”

Maddie’s vision was swimming with tears. She didn’t know how to feel. She had tortured and murdered her son. But he had come back - again - as a ghost. But he didn’t know who she was, he’d never be on earth again during her lifetime.

“I… I didn’t think he’d be able to restore his ghost side.” Maddie said.

The red eyes continued to bear down on her, unblinking, as though he could see her very heart. “You only killed part of his soul. This is what remains.”

Maddie nodded, wrapping her arms around herself as the rain picked up.

“Goodbye, Madeline Fenton.” The ghost said, waving his hand like he had done before to open the portal.

“Wait!” Maddie blurted, reaching out for the ghost. The portal appeared next to him, swirling and beautiful, but he did not go in. He said nothing, waiting for her to continue. “Can…when he remembers, can you tell him how sorry we are? We love him and we will never forgive ourselves for what we did, but we are so, so sorry.”

“He knows. He may not know what he knows, but he knows you regret your actions. His love for you is the only reason I’ve brought him here, and to your husband, to give you closure.”

Maddie nodded, at a loss for what to say.

As quickly as he appeared, the clock ghost disappeared.

And Maddie was left with the rain beating down on her, soaking her, with only her son’s grave beside her.

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phantomphangphucker · 1 year

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Phic Phight - Flower Child

For: @murphy-kitt @a-closet-emo @majorastudios @lovelyunknown @nocturna-starr @dekalko-mania

Maddie’s trying to sort through things, her son be Phantom things, but it isn’t going so well; and trying to figure things out more only makes things bloom into something worse

Maddie was… going through some things right now. On one hand she was immensely thankful to finally, finally, have answers for a lot of her worries and confusions. On the other hand though… finding out your child, the little kid you made and raised and loved, was dead was… unpleasant at best. If he wasn’t okay with it then she’s not sure she would have been able to handle it at all; but he seemed to love it, preferred it even. That was odd to think about all on its own, but she was still glad for it. Hearing how he died had been a hard conversation, one that she still felt rather guilty about, but it really was needed. The rift in the family had gotten pretty bad and her and Jack knew Danny was hiding something; and he was paranoid about them, he couldn’t trust or even like them without knowing they accepted him. And she does, she accepts him, loves him. It’s just… hard. He’s half dead and he fights otherworldly dead powerhouses; the ghosts he picked fights with or even just insulted are ones that would leave any ghost hunter -or human really- shaking in their boots or begging for a quick death. It was hard to watch and hard to sleep knowing he was out there getting thrown into concert and punch literal gods. But he didn’t want them worrying about him and he made it very clear that he absolutely wouldn’t stop; with his protective Obsession she’s fairly sure he would actually get sick if he did stop, but she knows it’s also just his personality and him being far more combative than she had ever realised.

That boy loved to fight.

It was probably for the best for everyone, it gave him a purpose that he truly enjoyed and could handle (even if she had to keep reminding herself of that fact), it kept their ghost infested town safer, and it gave FentonWorks a for-sure future heir. She was still going to worry. She was a mother, how couldn’t she?

Then there was the simple fact that Danny just wasn’t entirely human and acted and thought that way. He had been a bit odd before they knew, but after he told them he kind of gave up on hiding his less human behaviours. Her heart would still sped up a bit when he’d just walk through a wall or pull something out of a wall without a second thought; it was second nature to him to just phase through things. She was also a lot more aware of the fact that he’d usually invisibly stick his head into their room to check on them after his patrols, which was more touching than it really had any right to be; especially since it was partly him being protective and possessive of them in a very ghostly way. The floating and lack of footsteps was not nearly as unnerving as most people would probably think, but she’s a ghost hunter so her perception is probably pretty skewed. At least him ecto-beaming or freezing stuff when he got annoyed wasn’t much different than Jack inevitably blowing something up. The growling, hissing, and inhuman body movements were a lot more unsettling though; it just ticked that part in her brain that recognised ghosts and their behaviour as predatory and dangerous. It was taking a while to unlearn that and not at least wince when he’d be snarling and baring his teeth at the microwave for not working for the millionth time.

She thinks that maybe if she’d know early on and had gotten exposed to each new ghostly thing about him over years instead of months, this would be easier. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz barely even bat an eye at any of it. Heck! She’s seen Danny shoot Tucker in the face and the other teen had merely blinked to shield his eyes. He laughed about it after wiping his face off. They don’t see anything weird or unsettling or disturbing about his behaviour or powers, she couldn’t say the same and she feels like a failure as a mother because of it. It didn’t help that it felt like they were all just… expecting her to instantly be okay and fond of it all. Well, except Danny, which she didn’t actually like. She could tell that he’d have to make a point to not knee jerk cover up or hide or get embarrassed over his behaviour or power usage. The way he’d eye her and Jack before using some particular power the first, second, or third time. Or like his ghostly behaviour was going to get him shot at when he realised they’d seen/noticed it; that reaction was only worse if he actually noticed her unease or that she’d been startled. He was mostly good at just being himself now, even if she was still hung up on things. She’d honestly rather he just yell at her to ‘get her shit together’. But she’d get there, she’s sure of it. Especially because she knows in her gut that he hasn’t told her or Jack everything. It wouldn’t make sense if he had. Danny was starting them off small, that would be the logical thing to do; or at least he was leaving the ‘harder to swallow’ or darker things for later. She’s definitely positive that he’s understated a few of his fights, and outright hasn’t mentioned more serious ones. She had to hear from Jazz that he actually did fight Pariah, one on one, and nearly died. Maddie had half the mind to try and force him to never pick fights alone again, but she knows that wouldn’t work out both because he wouldn’t follow that and because he got into fights that it just wasn’t safe for anyone to tag along with him.

His power alone was worrying and frightening. Because of the fights he fought, the power he had to keep in check, even just the types of ghosts that wanted to talk to him; that and if he went too far or decided he was doing something no matter what, no one would be able to stop him.

Part of her worried a little that he planned on never telling them about anything more dark or dangerous, which she could understand but still didn’t like. That meant she had to take the incitive and try to find out herself; that way she could find out and process whatever it was without her son seeing any kind of reaction that he didn’t want to see/was afraid of. Though snooping his room was probably not the best idea and he’d probably be unhappy about it, that and she knows he stores stuff very literally inside of the walls; reasonably she knows that’s where anything more informative, or horrifying, might be.

So armed with a wall scanner she looks, finding weapons isn’t remotely surprising and she knows there’s a weapon or two in basically every wall of the house. Maddie’d like to argue that it would make more sense to hang them on the wall instead of inside so anyone can grab them, but the reason her and Jack hadn’t already been doing that was the simple fact that someone -most likely Jack- might knock them off of the wall and accidentally fire them; which with a half ghost in the house would be even more risky. There was a very big difference between a human getting shot in the face by an ecto- bazooka and someone who’s half ectoplasm getting shot in the face with an ecto-bazooka.

The… concerning amount of fresh and used medical supplies is a different story though. It was a bit biohazardous and made her insides squeeze at the implications. She knew Danny got hurt a lot and that he usually sorted out his own wounds, but actually seeing the -horrifically mishandled- end result of that wasn’t pleasant. Yes he could regrow limbs and reform broken bones, but he still had to patch it up to let it heal… and he still got the injuries in the first place. She should get him a biohazards bin, so he at least doesn’t destroy the insides of the walls with all of it. Probably the only reason he hadn’t asked for one or just taken one was him trying to not remind them about his frequent injuries. But the last thing Maddie wanted was him hiding a serious injury instead of coming to them for help or even just letting them know; she’s positive Jack’s hugged him when he had a broken rib or two before. She’s not going to try cutting the medical stuff out of the wall to look through it though, she does trust him to tell them if he needs different medical care/treatment than a human… or ghost for that matter. He’s been pretty good about that so far, even if it was clear he had been practically forcing himself to explain core-related and Obsession-related health; ghosts, including Danny, were instinctively afraid to expose that stuff.

What does catch her eyes is the notebooks, she knows Danny and his friends have run tests on his powers and their limits; and their note taking abilities, based on what she saw in their ghost files, were pretty good. And well, him hiding dangerous powers from her was something she was a bit more paranoid about. It would be extremely reassuring if it turns out he hasn't, and if it turns out he has then she’ll just have to assure him that she’s okay with it. It’s not like she wasn’t aware that he was dangerous, so if it turns out he does have one or a few exceptionally dangerous powers then that doesn’t really change anything.

Thankfully she’s able to get at them by just jimmying the windowsill and snaking a grabber tool down; it was almost as if he wanted her to be able to get them out if she just took the time to look. She was probably reading too far into it.

Taking the time to check his bed to make sure there’s nothing hidden under blankets she might accidentally sit on before sitting down. As curious as she is she makes a point to be careful, she’d feel awful if she wrecked one especially since she’s doing this without Danny’s permission. Some appear to be notes on ghost culture, which she’d rather hear from Danny himself. Some are just his general thoughts, opinions, or reminders to himself; which she’s not reading, she can at least respect his privacy that much. One’s a self expirement log, which she is extremely not okay with. She… can’t blame him for deciding to do that, there wasn’t really any other way for him to learn about his body, but it was still not okay. Her and Jack would probably do the same in his situation, but they certainly wouldn’t do it alone or with the level of risk Danny seemed to be okay with. There’s even a little side note about him forgetting a scalpel in his leg after dissecting it… with a (lol) bubble written next to it. If this wasn’t about her son and done to him by himself, she’d be incredibly curious and would want to pour over it. Maybe… she’ll ask Danny if that’s something they can do together. That way he can explain himself, and she can glare at him with enough feeling to get her disapproval across; while also going over his research in earnest and satisfying curiosities. Plus, she knows that some of this might be actually important for him to know.

But she does find what she was really looking for: the notes on his powers. Yes, she knows most of those she’s sure, but she’s looking specifically for what she doesn’t know. It is interesting being reminded just how many powers he has and how strong those powers are. It makes her feel nervous about him all over again, especially seeing how every power he has has grown in strength from whatever it was first recorded as. An 160 m/s flight speed, increased to around 370 m/s; a little baffling still but it still made her smile finally knowing that his flight was how he managed to get around so quickly. She had tried to stick a gps on him when she’d grounded him one time and had thought the thing was broken. Other things were just endurance increases, which was expected; it would be weird if his endurance hadn’t increased. He’d definitely understated how impressive his cyrokinesis was though, he could trap at least half of America in a perpetual snow storm if he felt like it. Maybe she should asking him about the ice sculpting? If it’s a hobby of his then she’d love to see a little; and seeing him use or work with his powers in a very non-threatening and innocent way would certainly make her more comfortable.

Apparently he really needed some help with his duplication and telekinesis, there was an honestly impressive amount of mishaps and utter failures written down. The little -clearly annoyed- side note about how the other halfas ‘stupid ass’ had no trouble with this and that he needed to get his own act together, was definitely surprising. Danny hadn’t mentioned any other halfas… but she guesses him being completely unique would be rather unlikely. Maybe he was protecting their identities? Did she know them? Was he just going to wait for permission from them to say anything? She could understand that. Arguably him having someone to compare himself to and relate to was a very good thing, hopefully they’re nice. She’s pretty sure she’s never even seen him use telekinesis as Phantom before, so he must be really bad at it; which does make her smile a little. It was nice seeing that he wasn’t this perfect all powerful godly ghost, and that he wasn’t alone with the way that he was.

Him being able to create portals and having pyrokinesis is a little unexpected. With how strong he is she’s not really surprised he can make portals, even if it looks like it takes a lot of ectoplasmic energy to do. Maybe he didn’t tell them because he was worried they’d want to take advantage of that to have him make portals for them? Which… she did kind of want to do but she’s not foolish enough to think he’d be okay with that. Besides, if her or Jack want to go to or research the Ghost Zone they’re going to use their own portal; their life’s work. Plus, the last thing she’d want to do is ask him to use up a bunch of his energy only for him to have to run off to a fight on a partly empty tank; she’d feel awful about that and that would be seriously mean of her to do to him. The pyrokinesis seemed newer, so maybe he was still trying to figure it out first; she couldn’t blame him for that.

So far she’s pretty okay with this. What he didn’t mention seemed reasonable and what he’d understated could easily just be him trying to ease them in slowly. It makes her breath a bit easier and smile or laugh more at all the little notes. Danny liked to add little side notes about his general mishaps. From apparently being able to shoot ecto-beams from his butt but refusing to on principle, to the ridiculously vast ways he’s accidentally destroyed his shoes (some how nearly every power had, at some point, destroyed his shoes).

The little section on his ghost zone lair related powers, like being able to manipulate colours or shapes, was a reminder on how he thought different. The notes don’t make a lot of sense and are kind of hard to follow. Even when he’d tried explaining things to her and Jack verbally, it didn’t make a lot of sense; he just couldn’t explain it in a way that made sense to the human mind. Sam and Tucker even left little scribbles telling him the notes didn’t make sense; which had angry faces doddled next to them. That was kind of nice to see. Even Sam and Tucker didn’t completely get everything, and Danny didn’t seem to mind them saying as much.

Then she flips to multiple pages that are all in ghost speak, ominous.

Alright, she’s got a few options here. Either she can leave it alone, it being in ghost speak clearly means Danny doesn’t want it being read… by the living at least. Or she could just ask him to open up to her and tell her, but that would rather defeat the purpose of all of this. Or she could get their translation manual, it wasn’t perfect but she could get an idea. Translating ghost speak was another of her and Jack’s life long projects, the language was very difficult since when spoken it was just scratching, warbles, squeaks, static, clicks, and shrieking; and when written was squiggles, scratches, and dots. No living language was similar and ghosts all naturally knew it so there was no ‘learn to speak ghost’ ghost books to potentially find and study. Danny himself had made comments about attempting to teach Tucker and Sam some of the language with little success… meaning they knew how to swear and that was it. Granted Danny had only tried teaching them to speak it, which Maddie’s pretty sure isn’t actually humanly possible. Reading it was a different matter all together.

… Yeah, she’s decoding this. She’s come this far, might as well see it through. Nodding to herself before going to go get their manual; she won’t be able to figure out any more unique or complicated words but it should hopefully be enough.

Coming back up and setting it down, part of her was excited to see how good she’ll be at this, the other part was just plain ol’ nervous.

…

‘These are things I ____ I ____ ____, as _____________ as it is. I ____ let this, him, _______ me and that ______ with ______ ______ and mine.

__________ One- Limitat____

I have _______ to test the limitat____ of the wail. It’s ______ to me, as ________, so I’m in the ____ with it. It’s an __________ powerful _______ even by _____ ghost _________. I dont know if I _________ it out of _________ or not, or if the wail will ______ more powerful _________ on power _____/ecto-_____, use, or my age. For now, I'm ________ to take some _________ in the fact that it’s not as ______ as his.

______ this experi____, I have done multi___ _________ test_ to see what my wails limitat____ are, each with a ____ _______ for rest and ________; I’m not trying to knock myself out on some ______ _________ island or make myself ______ to fight. Talk about a _______ move.

Test one- body sap

I _______ know I can go for a while _______ air, but the wail makes it __________ to _______ during use. This ________ with the _____ power ________ makes me light ______ after about forty-five _______; risk___ _______________ after three minutes. Minor head____ and thirst, also come into play. My skin starts getting dry and all my _______ begin to ____. If I push it my eyes get ______ and my blood ________ goes low. I _________ to do ________ drawn out wails like this but _____ up need___ an ecto __. Not fun.

(Note: ________ liter. test___ has shown that my wail is not __________ to a ______, the more I use it the more I can ______ it. It _________ makes me feel more ___________ with it but I’d still ______ never use it).

Test two- ecto _____________

_________ it takes about twelve _______ for a ________ ghost above ecto level ______ to _______ from using a _______ _______ power, _________ it takes me four times that and even less if I’m not eat___ or ________ enough. Even with stay___ on top of my bodily needs as much as ________ in order to help __________ my ecto-_____________, it still takes at least three days to fully _______ from using my wail until I ______ pass out. The wail _______ needs far more power than what I’m _________ able to give it and is ________ going past my natural ________ ______; this will __________ ______ as I grow strong__. To be test__ _______ later. (Note: _______ test does _______ that more ecto-______ = short__ ________ time, but it’s still above any ________ time of any of my other powers).

Test three- ___________ _________

As much as I don’t like it, this power is _________ ___________. I need to know the ______ of that and how to ______ I can __________ control my ______ to avoid _________ damage. Even with _______ energy ______ and only using it for one full ______ the wail easily ___________ an acre of trees and tears up the ground. I _______ I will have to active__ suck in some of the ______ I’m out put____ to make this less danger___. At _______ ______ that I can handle I’m stuck reform___ what I can of the ______, and hoping no one saw that with a _____ or something. This is just too danger____. (Note: I’ve since _______ out how to ‘suck in’ some of the ______, it has a ________ to it and my body just wants to let the ______ lose. This power remains ___________).

Test four- Area Of ______

My _____ for _____ of the wail is ______ three ____sand and forty five acres, and will __________ increase more. The ________ destruct___ zone is around seven hundred acres. My small___ ________ area of ______ is two and a half acres.

Test Five - Pig _____

One of the most _________ thing_, I think, is know___ what ______ the wail has on a living body; or would have on a living body pig body if it was still alive. It’s __________ to know that at any point ______ the ________ destruct___ zone the pig is at the least comple____ ripped apart, to vapor____ at the most. If anyone ________ this attack head on they__ die, use in civil___ areas is an ________ no. Even at the ____ of the ________ destruct___ zone the pig ___tains ___v_ ___figure____ and ________ organs are ______ly damage_. Just outside of the ________ destruct___ zone result_ in more minor damage, likely ________ and potent___ for __________.

Test Six - Mental Affect

Sam and Tuck _________ feel___ ______ ______ the battle, so I thought there might be a mental ______ to the wail; _____________ the only way to test this was to ask them to list__ to it. A sound _________ of the wail at max cause_ ______ and a _________ of stomach knot_; mild head____ after a while. A sound _________ at my min____ only causes slight __________ after ____long__ listen___. Nearby enough to hear in person at minimum ______ causes feel____ of terror, stomach flipp___, panic, sweat___, strong ______, and there__ an ___________ ______ to get away from the sound. Takes at least five minute_ to _______ from. Decide_ test___ at _______ ______ was too risky. Will not be retest___.’

Maddie frowns a little, she didn’t really like the sounds of any of that. It seemed like it actually was about a power that Danny considered dangerous and outright didn’t use for that reason. Some sort of wail from what she can decipher, which likely has a more proper name. From the sounds of it it’s very hard on him physically and uses up a large amount of ecto-energy in a very short amount of time, way more than any powers normally should; which is a little concerning, maybe he was having difficulties with it because it wasn’t compatible with his halfa body? He has issues controlling it or how strong it is, she thinks, and it’s incredibly destructive. Taking out an entire acre of trees and ground with what she’s guessing is his weakest version of it was ridiculously dangerous; and it seems like this power had a range into the thousands of acres. Then there’s him commenting that he’d literally kill someone if he used it on them and it freaked people out to hear it.

She can’t not ask him about this. If he does have something this dangerous, that he doesn’t like and can’t really control, her and Jack need to know about it. Maybe they can help? Either with better practice, pointers, or even just making him more comfortable with the power; emotions had an effect on ghosts and Danny was no exception, his ice was a great example of that since he’d chill rooms when he got moody. The fact that this power had gotten stronger just like all his others only reinforced her opinion.

Should she approach the topic with notebook in hand? Or try to play it off like there’s been rumours about a wail power? Or just ask if there’s any powers he hasn’t mentioned yet along with assuring him it’s fine if whatever power is dangerous? With the first he’ll be upset she went through his stuff and read his notebooks, with the second she’d be flat out lying to his face, and the third would just come off as seriously manipulative if he doesn’t just agree right off the bat. In short, all her options here kind of sucked, but she backed herself into this situation so she’s got to deal with it. Honestly? She was hoping not to find anything out just to calm her mind about him and his halfa everything. Maybe if she just tells him that? If he knows that she’s really genuinely coming from a place of concern and working towards getting used to him as he actually truly is. Yeah that was her best bet.

Nodding to herself, putting back all of the other notebooks before heading downstairs; getting started on supper was a good idea and after that? She’ll wait.

---

But as soon as Danny comes through the door, looking haggard and freaked, she’s immediately second guessing her plan; slipping the notebook under some paper towel as she heads over to him. “Danny? Sweetie? Are you okay?”.

Danny runs a hand through his hair, eyeing her quickly before looking back to the ground and grumbling, “fucking no?”. The swearing makes her frown but she just waits for him to continue, she knows he will. Danny could talk a mile a minute for hours when he felt like it. He doesn’t even give her a chance to chastise him even if she had planned to. “Red freaking found out about me”, and mutters a bit in ghost speak.

Alright. Okay. She definitely understood him freaking out and stressing over someone, especially a ghost hunter, finding out about him. The Red Huntress did tend to be pretty friendly with Phantom him though so maybe it wasn’t so bad. “Is she being mean about it? Threatening to expose you or anything? She’s not following you around is she? Attacking you?”.

He gives her a weird confused look, “what? No!”, before blinking and moving to slump down on the couch, “shit sorry, Red wouldn’t really hurt me, not like that”, he sighs and throws her through a bit of a loop, “I know who she is under the mask and we’re kinda friends, and that’s kinda the problem because holy goddamn Ancients”.

Wait. What? Him knowing who she is isn’t… too surprising. Hiding your identity from someone who could be around invisibly at any given moment and had a very strong sense of smell and hearing, was practically impossible. The ‘kinda friends’ tells her that his human self must be friends with the girl under the helmet, so Maddie could see her being incredibly upset with him not telling her especially when he knew her identity. “So she’s mad you didn’t tell her about yourself when you knew about her? Or Danny Fenton didn’t tell his friend that he knew about her hunting?”. She’s not going to ask who she is, it wasn’t really necessary and clearly Danny wasn’t a fan of revealing others identities based on there being other Halfas he never mentioned.

Danny runs a hand through his hair, nodding slowly, “yeah, yeah. Fuck. She’s really mad about that and maybe shot me in the face and then punched me in the face for it. But, like-”, gesturing a bit ridiculously, “-I knew she was going to find out, since she already knows about halfas and my secret kinda hinges on people not knowing halfas are a real possible thing. So it was absolutely just a matter of time, but oh my Ancients. There is way too much bullshit between us for this to not be insanely complicated and a pain in the ass”, he then gets up and starts pacing, “we’ve basically fought wars together, I revealed her to her dad when she could have done the same to me, and if I had just fucking told her she definitely wouldn’t have done the whole few hour torture session thing, and she wouldn’t have been completely fooled for so long by a psycho, and then there’s Elle. Then of course there’s the whole us thing and shit would have been or currently would be totally fucking different-”.

Maddie crosses her arms a bit and leans against the wall as he just keeps on going, honestly he seemed more upset about Red finding out about him than his own parents. She’s actually a little bothered by that, they were his parents, whom he lived with; and there was the simple fact that her and Jack were definitely more ectophobic than Red ever has been. Yes Red was extremely violent but Maddie and Jack have literally debated dissecting him to his face… which she of course felt really terrible about now. Yes he had been nervous telling them but he hadn’t freaked out like this. “She’s your friend though, why is this so bad? Or so complicated?”, frowning a little, “you weren’t this upset over us knowing”.

Danny looks at her like she’s nuts, which definitely upsets her a bit. “Mom, no. Just no”, shaking his head aggressively, “you guys are so much easier and simpler. Living with you guys I can see your reactions or lack of reactions every day, she just flew off into the goddamn sunset and I have no idea how she’s taking this other than her assaulting me!”, gesturing dismissively, “which yeah, she’s an aggressive person so I’m not really worried about that, but I’d really like to know if I’m going to get bombed in the future as payback or if she’s taking this really not well”, pointing at Maddie, which she tries to not find incredibly rude, “and even though she was violent Red and Phantom had a working friendship and work relationship, which is definitely completely fucked up now. And the whole Danny Fenton is a sweet innocent boy thing is really really fucked now, so she’s definitely feeling horrifically betrayed. You guys have literally known me my whole life, so you’re not out here wildly confused and pissed off over the possibility of me not being me or the me you thought was me or whatever”, rubbing his neck and looking around, “and sure there was the whole ‘we want to dissect and torture you’ thing with you guys but due to a bit of time travel and memory manipulation I knew you guys wouldn’t actually do it and would accept things, don’t have that with her. Plus, and no offence, Red is a far better hunter than you guys and has actually talked to ghosts in a friendly way who have all basically lied to her face about me”, and then he crosses his arms, “and then there’s the whole I kinda ruined her life as Phantom and then just turned around and befriended her as Fenton, which in retrospect was really fucked up to do”.

Maddie rubs her forehead, that… was kind of messed up of him but still, “okay yes you clearly have a history with her here, but Danny”, gesturing at him, “you have way more with us”.

Danny instantly snapping, “not really, no”, and promptly wincing.

Look, Maddie knows her and Jack haven’t been the greatest parents and that they were maybe less involved and attentive than they should have been, by they were still his parents. “We’re your parents, that doesn’t even makes sense. We’ve literally known you your whole life!”.

“I mean sure yeah, but you haven’t been to space with me; the last time you listened to me ramble about stars was when I was freaking ten. Half of the time she’d bring me my favourite drink for tag team hunts because she goddamn memorised it! I’m sorry but as a family we’re just not close as a family like that, and that is not just because of me hiding my bullshit!”, growling a little, “she didn’t know about me because I hid it yeah, but she was actively trying to know. You guys weren’t. You guys don’t get to be assholes to me or be super upset about me, because you didn’t really care! She fucking did!”.

“That’s not true!”.

Danny sticks his hands out to the side, “how?! How is that not true? Yeah sure we went on bonding trips and things where you guys tried to get to know me or be close to me but you weren’t doing that because you genuinely wanted to know me! You just felt like you were being bad parents”, huffing and staring a bit, “it’s the same with you guys pussyfooting around me and trying to not be bothered by me being a freaky half ghost, which while I appreciate, you’re doing that because you feel bad that I couldn’t trust you because you were bad parents. You feel bad because you fucked up! She didn’t fuck up! After the point where we became friends in both my forms she never gave me a reason not to tell her. You guys never gave me a reason to tell you, I just didn’t want our family relationship to go completely to shit”.

Maddie is plain baffled by that, “do you want us not trying to get used to you?! To how you’ve changed?!”.

“Getting used to and pretending to be okay with are not the same damn thing. You can’t just pretend your way into acceptance! Jazz would go on some rant about how repressing things doesn’t work and she’d probably be right!”, huffing and crossing his arms, “be bothered by shit and then work on it. Do you think I-”, smacking his hands into his chest, “-was okay with this at first?! Fuck no! But I had to put up with myself. You guys are tolerating things yes, but you’re not actively trying to be exposed to my bullshit. That’s not trying. And you guys weren’t already all buddy buddy with Phantom, you were tolerant and nothing more. You only like Phantom now because you know he’s me! But she was already accepting! Already friendly with all of me. And I might have just fucked that up! I am allowed to be bothered by that and you being annoyed I’m more bothered by her suddenly finding out is fucking bullshit!”, rubbing his forehead and taking a breath, “look I get that you guys have a lot, like a lot, of bigotry to work through, but that bigotry has always been my biggest concern with you guys. I knew you would still see me as your son and love me and everything. But with her that love and seeing me as a friend is my biggest concern and I care a crap ton more about that. She knows and accepts me as a friend already and I don’t want to risk or lose that. She knows me and likes what’s there!”.

“Like she knows all your stories and opinions?!? Or all the powers I know you haven’t mentioned?!? Your wail and everything else?!? Your more upset over her because you’ve actually told her everything?!? Danny how can we actually accept you the way you want us to if you don’t tell us”.

He throws his hands out again, “you need to initiate it! Not me!After everything, I don’t owe you that! Especially because I’m your son. And-”, he blinks and drops his arms, just staring blankly at her, speaking back up flatly and concerningly calm, “how do you know about that”; the rooms temperature drops a couple degrees.

Maddie glares at him, storming back into the kitchen, grabbing the notebook, and coming back out. Basically throwing it at his chest, “I looked, Danny. Because I knew you went telling us everything! I guess I was trying! Like you want!”. Neither moves for a beat until Maddie goes wide-eyed a bit, realising that was probably the worst thing she could have done here. She violated his privacy, and probably his trust, and just threw it in his face. Putting a hand over her mouth, “oh Danny! I- I’m so sorry!”, bending down to quickly pick it back up and just standing there holding it with a pinched expression.

Danny’s eyes flash green at her and he all but snatches the notebook out of her hands, growling, “that wasn’t for you to read”, but surprisingly he closes his eyes and takes a big breath, when he opens them again they aren’t green anymore and he doesn’t growl when he speaks… his tone’s still harsh and vibrates a little though, “that wasn’t in English”.

Maddie blinks at him and tries to ignore the way the air feels a little suffocating and chilly, it effectively kills nearly all her anger though, “we've… been working to decipher the language”.

“Out of curiosity or to understand me”.

Maddie gulps, “the first”. She knows damn well that isn’t the ‘right’ response.

Danny snorts and rolls his eyes, “of course”.

Maddie crosses her arms and glances away from him, “we started working on that before we knew”.

“Oh”, Danny blinks and she can tell he’s rubbing his neck even if she’s not looking at him, “sorry then. But… why did you have this down here”, the growl comes back a little, “you couldn’t even put it back”.

Sighing, she looks back to him, “I… I was planning to ask you about it, when you got home”. That almost felt dumb now.

Danny groans and facepalms, “and then I came home like an angry tornado, when you were already feeling a type of way ‘cause you found out stuff you probably didn’t like”, grumbling, “I really suck at this stuff”.

Maddie shakes her head and somewhat stiffly but tiredly moves to sit on the couch, “no, no. I shouldn’t have yelled at you”, sighing, “I’m mad you’re more bothered by just a friend finding out about you over your own parents, over us. But I guess you’re right it’s not really fair”, rubbing her legs and trying to give him a little smile, “and I’m glad you yelled at me, I think we both needed it and it’s better than you being awkward and cringing over everything and tiptoeing”.

“Well you guys not pushing sure made it seem like tiptoeing is what you wanted”, and then he cringes and shakes his head, “sorry”.

She shakes her head, “it’s fine, I guess we’ve just never been good at communicating as a family; one of us not thinking and feeling things entirely humanly just complicating things more, not that that’s a bad thing just different”, sighing again, “so you want to talk about it? I’m trying and maybe it can be a distraction for you since you’re upset about Red”.

He blinks at her, and makes a bit of face, “mom. That is the last thing I want to talk about. To anyone. Jazz has been trying for years to get me talk about that, you’re not getting me there in a freaking afternoon”, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes, coughing a little, “and that’s the last thing I want to even think about after Red finding out about me. Oh Ancients”.

After everything she can’t just not try. “Why?”.

He glares at her, “mom. No”.

She gestures at him, “do you want me to try or not, Danny. I’m trying here”.

Danny sticks an arm out to the side, “I don’t even talk to Sam and Tuck about that. Just because I’m opening up to you about all this and you’re trying to learn about me, that doesn’t give you an all access pass to interrogate me about everything and anything you want”.

Maddie opens her mouth but closes it again, swallowing a little, “Sam and Tucker don’t know?”. That… she should be worried about that, right? She… thought they knew everything.

Danny huffs, “they know but not because I told them, we don’t talk about it. Can you drop it now”.

“But-”.

“No”, him growling a little, “I’m not talking with you about it. I’m not showing you it. Nothing. Leave that alone”.

Maddie stands up again, this is just ridiculous and it can’t be healthy. Jazz must not think it was if she keeps trying to get him to talk about it himself. “What if talking actually helps or we can help you figure out better control or-”.

“Mom stop”.

“-didn’t you just say not to ignore things?!”.

“This is different!”.

“How Danny?!? From what I read you have issues with controlling it and it’s dangerous! That makes it even worse to ignore than me and your father not knowing what to do with everything! Maybe you need to talk about it! I don’t know, you won’t tell me! What if you hurt someone or yourself! I know I’m being pushy but come on Danny!”.

And then she feels like she’s said something she shouldn’t have again, and his eyes flash green again. Him growling and baring his teeth at her, “this power was literally used to kill people! You think I don’t know that it’s dangerous! I-”, he cuts himself off, “oh fuck”, Danny puts a hand against the wall and his rings suddenly come out; face twisting up in discomfort.

And now Maddie’s panicking a little bit. Does talking about it active this power? Or is she upsetting him so much that his more combat oriented half is forcing itself to the surface? Or does talking about this actively hurt him? Was it like with his Obsession and Core? Something his body was aggressively and instinctively secretive about? She really should have thought of that! What should she do?! She makes something of a decision when he slides down the wall and crouches on his ankles, one hand on the wall and the other over his mouth; fully in ghost form now while she moves over and down to him. Putting her hand on his shoulder, “Danny! Are you alright?!? I’m sorry”, swallowing, “is this something you can’t talk about? You should have started wi-”.

He interrupts her, gagging a little, “would you please”, gagging some more, “shut up. It’s not that-”; and he starts coughing violently into his hand. Eyes squeezing shut and tearing up, coughing and hacking more; it sounded like his lungs and throat were literally tearing themselves apart.

Meaning that now Maddie’s even more worried and panicked. She knows he has a high pain tolerance, for him to be showing signs of pain like this it can’t be good. She doesn’t even know what’s happening! Or why! She’d get him water if it didn’t look like he’d just cough it up! She hates that she feels like she caused this, even if she thinks he was saying she didn’t. She’s stuck here, with him shaking as tears streak down his cheeks, and all she can do is grip his shoulder in a way that she hopes is comforting or soothing or anything to help; the fact that she can tell he’s furrowing his brows in a way that screams he’s worried or concerned is deeply worrying. She gets why in a second though, as she sees what he’s hacking up. Flowers and flower petals? Why… wait. She’s seen these before.

Blood blossoms.

Jack… Jack’s family used to use them, back before ectoplasm was discovered and made useable for weapons. Flowers used to ward off, hurt, and… and destroy ghosts. Gasping, “Danny why are you-”, cutting herself off and jerking up, running off to get paper towels, anything to help get those things and anything they might secrete off of him; he staggers a bit and almost falls over from her suddenly moving away but she has to get them off of him. Figure out the why later, Maddie, help him now.

As soon as she gets back over she plucks every petal and flower she can see away from him and into an insulated jar, rubbing his jumpsuit off to deal with any oils or pollen or anything. Grabbing his cheeks and forcing him to look at her, “open your mouth”, tone leaving no room for arguments. At least he does as asked, but she doesn’t like the way he’s still shaking and seems weak; eyes barely open and the whites of them are a little red. They should be tinting green from crying right? Not red? Not while he’s a ghost at least. Crap, has he been poisoned?! Wiping out his mouth quickly but thoroughly, “do you need pure clean ectoplasm? Have you been poisoned?”. That would help flush his systems out, logically.

Once he gets his mouth back he coughs a little more, nodding weakly, “that, that would help. I… think”, and coughs a little more. So she nods curtly at him and moves to go down to the lab, barely catching him muttering, “what the fuck body”.

He gladly drinks the vials of ectoplasm she brings back up for him, her getting him to lean against the wall. Her swallowing and eyeing him, he looks like he just suddenly lost thirty pounds! “Danny…”.

He huffs a little, leaning his head back against the wall, “just… just give me a, a sec”, and closes his eyes, breathing heavily. She nods and just sits there, waiting for him. Eventually he opens his eyes and eyes the jar with the petals in it, “blood blossoms. So, ugh, didn’t imagine that”.

She shakes her head, putting an arm around his shoulders and rubbing them, “no. You coughed up blood blossoms”. She’s not going to ask why he knows about the flowers. He could have read about them, Jack could have mentioned them, or he could have encountered them before. Squeezing his shoulder, “why?”.

“Because, my body’s an asshole, apparently. Ugh”; he winces in pain a little. She throws a small glare at him, which he huffs weakly at, “I’m, serious”.

Maddie frowns, he… didn’t sound like he was joking. “Why would a ghost, half ghost or not, cough up flowers that can destroy ghosts?”.

“Why blood blossoms?”, hacking a little and whipping a bit of ectoplasm off of his mouth, “I don’t know. Probably, too much stress”, rubbing his knuckles against his throat, “ow. But the… flower coughing, is a ghost thing”.

Maddie furrows her brows together, she’s never heard of or seen that before. Is it… a ghost illness perhaps? A stress reaction? “I’ve never heard of this before. Are you sick? If you are you should have told me”, she wants to scold him but doesn’t have the heart or the energy to do that right now.

Danny clears his throat a little and it sounds wet, did he actually tear up his throat? “Well, it’s not common. But yeah, I guess. It’s, ah, more like a chronic illness though”.

She eyes his throat and the way his cheeks and eyes still looked sunken, she can feel his ribs. “Do you want more vials?”.

“That’d be nice”.

So she moves her arm out from around his shoulders/neck and goes back down to the lab, deciding to just grab their entire current supply. Handing him a couple, putting the box of the rest on his left and sitting back down to his right; she’s not sure whether or not to be glad when he tilts to lean against her. She speaks up when he seems settled in and has drank a couple of the vials, “did you form with this? Or?”.

He eyes her, “you have a knack, for asking about things, I don’t want to talk about”, shaking his head, “this is, better though”, and swallows a little, “Hanahaki disease, meet the conditions and, you get it”.

Maddie frowns a bit, chronic implied nothing could be done about it. “It’s not because you’re in the living realm so much, is it? Or around humans too much?”.

Danny shakes his head, which she’s happy for, “ghosts get sick from that too, but not halfas. I’m good”, drinking another vial and sighing, he still looked like he was in pain. “This isn’t common, because ghosts usually act on their feelings and emotions, rather than ignore them”. Danny eyes her but she doesn’t say anything, just gives him an encouraging smile. He chuckles but winces from the action, “that was dumb of me, ow”, sighing and shaking his head, “basically, strong feelings of, um, love that isn’t, you know, reciprocated, causes it. Unrequited love. One-sided love. That”.

Maddie blinks, she had no idea he had strong feelings for someone! Especially strong enough to make him physically sick. Sure she’d learned that not only did ghosts have emotions and feelings, but that they tended to affect ghosts stronger than the living, but this seemed… a bit much. “That’s, a bit awful, Danny”.

“Tell me about it”.

“Can’t you just ask this person out? I know you can be a little off put-ish and you’re in a complicated situation, but…”. She can get why he might not want to date, from the secrets he’d be keeping to how dangerous his life can be. But if his body is literally punishing him for not doing that, then he should.

Danny huffs, almost grumbling, “I’m pretty sure she’d, beat the shit out of me, if I did that. Especially right now”. Making her blink and give him a confused look. Danny stares at her before sighing, “we were literally just arguing about her, mom”; and coughs a bit.

Maddie blinks, eyes widening. The Red Huntress? That’s who he’s talking about? Danny was in love with her? No wonder he was so upset then! If he liked her enough that his body was basically attacking itself (with flowers for some reason) he would obviously be incredibly upset over possibly wrecking their friendship (that could maybe be more) or making her not trust him anymore. “You being upset makes a lot more sense then”.

He sighs, glaring up at the ceiling, “could we not? ‘Cause even if there wasn’t romantic feelings involved, I’d still be more upset about her finding out”.

Maddie sighing herself, “alright”. She still didn’t like that, and they’re definitely going to have to have a hopefully calm talk about that. “Talking about her triggered the… Hanaha?”.

“Hanahaki”.

She nods curtly, “triggered the Hanahaki fit, didn’t it?”. That would make sense, especially combined with stress, she really wished he’d mentioned that. “I wish you said something instead of just letting it happen”.

Danny grumbling, “I wasn’t really thinking about it until I felt the itch it causes, mom”, sighing and rolling his shoulders a little, “but yeah, her finding out, the not great reaction she had, arguing with you about her and her reaction, all the stress that was putting on my body, and then you went and brought up my wail-”.

“Which clearly stresses you out to talk about and upsets you”, she eyes him, “I still want to know about it. Maybe not now though”. Which Danny grumbles, “I’d rather never”, at. Making her glare at him, “we’ll talk about it”.

Danny huffs, “well let’s just leave it at that it violently reminds me of an alternate future where I saw her die, alright. Super not good when I’m already upset about her”.

Maddie pales a bit, okay that makes sense… she’s a bit afraid of the implications there, especially since he said the power has been used to kill earlier and the comments in that notebook -that’s now just laying on the ground- about how easily it could kill. She won’t ask though, definitely not right now. Figures she would pick the worst possible time to ask him. Hopefully the power isn’t unique to him, if it was… she’s not sure what to think. Wincing a little before nodding, “okay. I’m sorry about the whole argument, especially since it lead to this or made this happen sooner”.

Danny shrugs, because of course he just shrugs off her doing him harm. “It’s not like you knew, but yeah, same. Yelling at you was kind of shitty, even if you thought it was a good thing”.

Maddie nods, patting him on the head a bit and giving his cheek a peck; which he cringes over. “I still think it was good, me and your father have been tiptoeing around things to much”.

“No shit”.

“Language, mister”, Maddie sighs, “is it usually blood blossoms? Because that could seriously hurt you and you looked concerned, like it maybe wasn’t normal”.

Danny shakes his head immediately, which she’s thankful for. “No, it’s usually poppies, marigolds, alstroemerias, pentas, roses, or dahlias; it’s always red flowers though, just my luck that Blood Blossoms are red. Normally amaranthus’s are the ones that suck, since they’re all long and stringy”, and chuckles a bit hollowly.

Maddie gags at that a little, “that must taste awful”.

Danny shrugs, “yeah, and sometimes I breath out pollen, which ain’t great”. Picking up the box next to him and handing them over, “I think I’m good now. Don’t want to drain your stock dry”.

“I wouldn’t care if you did”.

Danny actually smiles at that, “eh, whatever”; and she smiles back. But then he frowns a little, “and before you ask, the flowers grow in my lungs, and stressors make it go faster”, rolling his eyes, “normally it just grows in the chest space, but lucky me I have lungs”.

She grimaces but takes the box, pushing herself up, putting the box under one arm, and holding the other hand down to Danny. He eyes it a bit before grabbing her hand and letting her hoist him up. “You make sure you get some rest, okay?”, smiling a little, “and I’m sure everything will work out with Red, in more ways than one”, and winks at him.

Danny scowls dramatically, “ew, mom. For the love of everything don’t tell dad, I don’t think I can handle the embarrassment”.

She puts a hand on her hip, he should know better than that. “If you think for a moment I’m not telling him”, shaking her head, “but I’ll make sure to be very clear that if you tell him to cut it out he has to”, frowning, “the last thing me or him would want is either of us causing one of these fits”.

Danny sighs and sags a little, “fine, I’ll take what I can get”, rubbing his neck, “and I know it probably will. I mean, I literally knocked her out in the void of space before and she forgave me almost immediately”, shrugging, “not going to stop me from worrying and freaking out though”.

Maddie nods firmly, Red could hold a grudge but she did seem like a good person; she’d forgive him lying about himself especially since she’s hunted him. And thinking about her… Maddie could see why he’d like her. Headstrong, tough, ghost hunter, was good with weapons and could build them. It made sense. “I can tell, Danny”, smirking a little, “she’s a good fit for you though, can beat some sense into you. A rose-coloured romance”, and she laughs at him when he groans before heading up to his room, probably to rest.

She definitely felt… better about him, like she just got a lot closer to him. They all definitely still had a long ways to go, especially if there was possibly going to be romance in the future; she’s just going to have to hope to get the full story on this wail of his someday though.

End.

Prompts: Maddie crosses a line whilst asking about Danny’s ghostly wail. and Maddie finds damning evidence in Danny's room. and Valerie finds out Danny's secret and Being Phantom makes the fits easier and faster, so when Danny feels the beginnings of an itch in the back of his throat, he quickly goes ghost. When the coughing starts, though, his lungs burn like they never have before, each hacking cough tearing his throat to shreds and each wheezing breath costing so, so much. Once it stops feeling like an Alien is trying to claw its way out of his chest does he carefully look past the tears in his eyes to see what he coughed up: blood blossom petals. (Hanahaki AU! Romantic or platonic works!) and We have a lot of identity reveal fics- how about a post reveal one? What are the consequences (positive or negative or quirky) of danny revealing his identity (accidentally or not) to either his parents, Valerie, or anyone of your choice and Maddie struggles to come to terms with Danny being Phantom.

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #danny fenton #Maddie Fenton #hanahaki #reveal #snooping #angst #unrequited love #fan fic #phan phic #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth

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More 23-24 Program Music Announcements

Men

Dinh Tran (USA) - FP: Tron: Legacy, choreo by Misha Ge

Daniil Murzin (USA) - FP: Phantom of the Opera, choreo by Misha Ge

Yaroslav Paniot (USA) - SP: “Kiss” by Prince, choreo by Rohene Ward

Sena Miyake (JPN) - SP: Gypsy Kings Medley

Kao Miura (JPN) - FP: Attack on Titan OST, choreo by Shae-Lynn Bourne

Matteo Rizzo (ITA) - SP: Derniere Danse, choreo by Massimo Scali

Camden Pulkinen (USA) - SP: A Different Kind of Love by Son Lux, choreo by Marie-France Dubreuil

Nikolaj Memola (ITA) - SP: Adios Nonino and Inverno Porteño by Astor Piazzolla, choreo by Andrea Gilardi and Corrado Giordani; He will be keeping his FP from last season.

Kyrylo Marsak (UKR) - SP: “Pale Yellow” by Woodkid, choreo by Monica Lindors

Andrew Torgashev (USA) - FP: “Void of Madness” by Muse

Nikita Starostin (GER) - SP: "Disco Inferno" by The Trammps; LP - "I Want It That Way” and “Larger Than Life" by the Backstreet Boys

Women

Starr Andrews (USA) - FP: Being Good Isn’t Good Enough (from Hallelujah, Baby!)

Wakaba Higuchi (JPN) - FP: “Fix You” and “Paradise” by Coldplay

Mone Chiba (JPN) - SP: Les Yeux Noirs (Dark Eyes), choreo by Misha Ge

Yujae Kim (KOR) - SP: Flamenco, classical guitar; FP: Avatar soundtrack, choreo by Yaeji Shin

Sonja Hilmer (USA) - FP: Avatar: the Last Airbender soundtrack by The Track Team and Samuel KimS; choreo by Sonja Hilmer

Pairs

Grace Hanns / Danny Neudecker (USA) - FP: Bram Stoker's Dracula soundtrack by Wojciech Kilar; choreo by Natalia Mishkutenok

Ice Dance

Klara Kowar / Thomas Schwappach (USA) RD: “Never Tear Us Apart” by INXS; FD: No Time to Die by Billie Ellish

Nadiia Bashynska / Peter Beaumont (CAN) - RD: “Never Tear Us Apart” by INXS and “Wild Boys” by Duran Duran

Hannah Lim / Ye Quan (KOR) - RD: Prince

Isabella Flores / Ivan Desyatov (USA) - FD: West Wide Story, choreo by Kaitlyn Weaver

Marjorie Lajoie / Zachary Lagha (CAN) - RD: “Thriller” by Michael Jackson

Holly Harris / Jason Chan (AUS) - RD: "Material Girl" by Madonna; "Express Yourself" by Madonna; choreo by Sam Chouinard

Sofia Val / Asaf Kazimov (ESP) - RD: Top Gun Soundtrack

#figure skating #pairs skating #Ice Dancing #program music announcements

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Os vencedores do The Game Awards 2023

Por Vinicius Torres Oliveira

A cerimônia do The Game Awards 2023, a maior premiação de games da indústria, aconteceu na noite desta quinta-feira (7) — e revelou os vencedores das 31 categorias que visam celebrar os jogos mais marcantes do ano. Confira a lista completa de vencedores logo abaixo:

Jogo do Ano

Alan Wake 2

Baldur’s Gate 3

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2

Resident Evil 4

Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Melhor Direção

Alan Wake 2

Baldur’s Gate 3

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2

Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Melhor Narrativa

Alan Wake 2

Baldur’s Gate 3

Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty

Final Fantasy XVI

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2

Melhor Direção de Arte

Alan Wake 2

Hi-Fi Rush

Lies of P

Super Mario Bros. Wonder

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Melhor Trilha Sonora

Alan Wake 2

Baldur’s Gate 3

Final Fantasy XVI

Hi-Fi Rush

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Melhor Design de Som

Alan Wake 2

Dead Space

Hi-Fi Rush

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2

Resident Evil 4

Melhor Atuação

Ben Starr, Final Fantasy XVI

Cameron Monaghan, STAR WARS Jedi: Survivor

Idris Elba, Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty

Melanie Liburd, Alan Wake 2

Neil Newbon, Baldur’s Gate 3

Yuri Lowenthal, Marvel’s Spider-Man 2

Games for Impact

A Space for the Unbound

Chants of Sennaar

Goodbye Volcano High

Tchia

Terra Nil

Venba

Melhor Jogo “Contínuo”

Apex Legends

Cyberpunk 2077

Final Fantasy XIV

Fortnite

Genshin Impact

Melhor Jogo Independente

Cocoon

Dave the Diver

Dredge

Sea of Stars

Viewfinder

Melhor Estreia de Jogo Independente

Cocoon

Dredge

Pizza Tower

Venba

Viewfinder

Melhor Suporte à Comunidade

Baldur’s Gate 3

Cyberpunk 2077

Destiny 2

Final Fantasy XIV

No Man’s Sky

Melhor Jogo Mobile

Final Fantasy VII: Ever Crisis

Honkai: Star Rail

Hello Kitty Island Adventure

Monster Hunter Now

Terra Nil

Melhor Jogo VR/AR

Gran Turismo 7

Humanity

Horizon Call of the Mountain

Resident Evil Village VR Mode

Synapse

Melhor Jogo de Ação

Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon

Dead Island 2

Ghostrunner 2

Hi-Fi Rush

Remnant 2

Melhor Jogo de Ação/Aventura

Alan Wake 2

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2

Resident Evil 4

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Melhor RPG

Baldur’s Gate 3

Final Fantasy XVI

Lies of P

Sea of Stars

Starfield

Melhor Jogo de Luta

God of Rock

Mortal Kombat 1

Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 2

Pocket Bravery

Street Fighter 6

Melhor Jogo para a Família

Disney Illusion Island

Party Animals

Pikmin 4

Sonic Superstars

Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Melhor Jogo de Simulação/Estratégia

Advance Wars 1+2: Re-Boot Camp

Cities: Skylines II

Company of Heroes 3

Fire Emblem Engage

Pikmin 4

Melhor Jogo de Esportes/Corrida

EA Sports FC 24

F1 23

Forza Motorsport

Hot Wheels Unleashed 2: Turbocharged

The Crew Motorfest

Melhor Jogo Multiplayer

Baldur’s Gate 3

Diablo IV

Party Animals

Street Fighter 6

Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Jogo Mais Aguardado

Final Fantasy VII Rebirth

Hades II

Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth

Star Wars Outlaws

Tekken 8

Melhor Criador de Conteúdo

IronMouse

PeopleMakeGames

Quackity

Spreen

SypherPK

Melhor Adaptação

Castlevania: Nocturne

Gran Turismo

The Last of Us

The Super Mario Bros. Movie

Twisted Metal

Inovação em Acessibilidade

Diablo IV

Forza Motorsport

Hi-Fi Rush

Marvel’s Spider-Man 2

Mortal Kombat 1

Street Fighter 6

Melhor Jogo de Esports

Counter-Strike 2

Dota 2

League of Legends

PUBG Mobile

Valorant

Melhor Atleta de Esports

Lee “Faker” Sang-hyeok (League of Legends)

Mathieu “ZywOo” Herbaut (CS:GO)

Max “Demon1” Mazanov (Valorant)

Paco “HyDra” Rusiewiez (Call of Duty)

Park “Ruler” Jae-hyuk (League of Legends)

Phillip ”ImperialHal” Dosen (Apex Legends)

Melhor Time de Esports

Evil Geniuses (Valorant)

Fnatic (Valorant)

Gaimin Gladiators (Dota 2)

JD Gaming (League of Legends)

Team Vitality (Counter-Strike)

Melhor Treinador de Esports

Christine “potter” Chi (Evil Geniuses – Valorant)

Danny “zonic” Sorensen (Team Falcons – Counter-Strike)

Jordan “Gunba” Graham (Florida Mayhem – Overwatch)

Remy “XTQZZZ” Quoniam (Team Vitality – Counter-Strike)

Yoon “Homme” Sung-young (JD Gaming – League of Legends)

Melhor Evento de Esports

2023 League of Legends World Championship

Blast.tv Paris Major 2023

EVO 2023

The International Dota 2 Championships 2023

VALORANT Champions 2023

Além disso, o vencedor do Players’ Voice, uma categoria votada exclusivamente pelo público, também foi Baldur’s Gate 3.

#gaming #xbox #playstation #nintendo #the game awards #baldur's gate 3

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Welcome to Tooniversity, Shego, Patrick, and Paulina! Liz Gillies, Angus Cloud, and Cierra Ramirez are now TAKEN. Please send the accounts within 24 hours.

[Liz Gillies, 22, cisfemale, she/her] Did you hear that SHE GO from KIM POSSIBLE is a SENIOR at Tooniversity? They major in POLITICAL SCIENCE and you can find them RUNNING STUDY GROUPS on most days. I always hear MURDER PARTY playing from their dorm! (birdy, 26, she/her, EST)

[ANGUS CLOUD, 20, cismale, he/him] Did you hear that PATRICK STARR from SPONGEBOB is a JUNIOR at Tooniversity? They major in ENGLISH and you can find them LOUNGING ON CAMPUS on most days. I always hear FIGHTER! playing from their dorm! (birdy, 26, she/her, est)

[cierra ramirez, 20, cis female, she/her] Did you hear that PAULINA SANCHEZ from DANNY PHANTOM is a SOPHMORE at Tooniversity? They major in FASHION MERCHANDISING and you can find them WORKING AT SEPHORA on most days. I always hear MAMII BY BECKY G playing from their dorm! (sunflower, 23, she/her, est)

#tooniversity.accepted

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pitch-pearl-void · 3 years

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12 Days of Pitch Pearl, 2

decorating, presents, jealousy, sharing

Starr made a delicate little cough. When Phantom failed to look away from the barista draping garland over the counter, she leaned forward and whispered "Ghost Boy?" into his ear.

Phantom looked away from Danny and met her gaze. The green eyes of the town hero turned Starr's insides into butterflies, his attention making her feel light-headed. "Yes?"

Starr smiled and ducked her chin a little, peering at Phantom from beneath her lashes. She twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger. "May I kiss you?"

Instead of blushing or smiling or even shaking his head in a gentle no, Phantom frowned at her, confused. It wasn't a reaction she had expected, let alone what she had hoped for.

"You're the sixth person to ask me that," he said. It almost sounded like he was complaining.

Danny snorted and muffled a cough/laugh behind his hand.

Phantom's attention snapped back to the employee so fast Starr jumped. "What did you do?" he demanded.

Danny grinned at Phantom. "Me? I haven't done anything." He adjusted the garland on the counter, making it more visible on the customer side of the counter. "I'm only putting up Christmas decorations like Mr. Lancer told me to. I don't want to get in trouble again so soon after you jumped the counter and broke our glass mugs."

"That was your fault and you know it!"

"I didn't tell you to jump the counter!"

"No, you just wouldn't stop talking about the Box Ghost knocking me into the lake!"

Danny snickered. "On national television. Oh my god, dude. How have you not died a second time out of shame?"

"Um," Starr interrupted pointedly, trying to regain Phantom's attention. "It's because you're under mistletoe, Ghost Boy."

Phantom pulled the garland out of alignment, ignoring Danny's cry of dismay. "Spite."

Phantom blinked at her. "Missile what?"

Danny snorted again.

Phantom glared at him.

Starr touched his arm, pulling Phantom's attention back to her. "It's a human tradition," she explained, her fingers lingering on Phantom's bicep. "When someone is under mistletoe, it's tradition to kiss them..."

As she had hoped from the beginning, Phantom's cheeks gained a green hue as she stared into his eyes. A die hard fan, Starr knew it was the ghost boy's version of a blush, and she smiled sweetly at him.

Danny ruined things. Again.

"It can be on the lips, but most people go for the cheek," he explained. He wasn't even looking at them, he was adjusting his stupid garland again. "That's why that old lady kissed your cheek earlier. It's what you do for strangers."

"Oh." Phantom blew out a sigh, his blush receding. "That's alright then. That was kind of sweet." He smiled somewhat goofily. "She said I was an excellent hero, Fenton."

"I heard."

"An excellent hero. And then she kissed my cheek and said Merry Christmas." He seemed ridiculously excited about some old lady's good opinion of him, almost floating out of his seat on the bar stool. Danny smiled at Phantom, his eyes softening for just a moment as his gaze lingered, but Phantom missed it, already having turned back to Starr. Starr wasn't about to point it out to him. "You can kiss my cheek, I guess. Since it's one of your traditions."

Starr's lips wobbled, wanting to pout. If Danny hadn't opened his dumb mouth...

But...kissing Phantom was still a dream come true, even if it was just on his cheek. Thinking of it like that, Starr felt her spirit rising, her smile reflecting her happiness. She touched her fingers to Phantom's chin, partly to hold his face in place, partly to feel his skin against hers. It was cool to the touch, but there was an odd sensation to it. Not quite static, certainly not enough to hurt, but something that sang of restrained power and made Starr's skin tingle.

Excited to feel that skin on her lips, she began to lean forward. She held Phantom's gaze as she moved in, allowing her eyes to slowly close. She pressed her kiss against his cheekbone, just below his left eye. She lingered longer than was warranted, enjoying the tingle on her lips, before she forced herself to lean back.

Phantom's blush had returned, a brighter hue than before that actually lit his face in a green glow. He couldn't meet Starr's gaze, his eyes shyly aimed away from her. Starr knew how a boy looked when a kiss affected them, and Phantom was showing all the signs. Despite the chasteness of the kiss, he had liked her kiss.

He liked her kiss!

Starr's hand was still on his bicep, fingers on his chin. She parted her lips, feeling breathless, brave, as an invitation to go for a walk leapt to her mind. Phantom was looking at her lips. He was looking at her lips!

Danny suddenly laughed.

Phantom's head jerked toward him, Starr's fingers left holding empty air. "What?" Phantom demanded. "What's so funny?"

"You got lipstick on your cheek," Danny answered, still laughing. Phantom squawked and reached up a hand to rub away the mark left by Starr's lips, but Danny caught his wrist quickly by leaning over the counter. "Whoa there, ghost boy. You're just going to smear it and get red lipstick all over your glove. Here. Let me get it."

Danny let go of Phantom and searched around his side of the counter until he found a white rag. He ran it under water for a second, damping the cloth. He returned to Phantom's seat and gestured for Phantom to lean forward.

Without a second thought, without any hint of embarrassment, Phantom set his hands on the counter and leaned forward as Fenton had silently asked, half floating out of his seat. Starr's hand fell from his arm, forgotten. Danny placed his free hand on Phantom's opposite cheek, bold as you please, and began to lightly drag the damp white rag over the lipstick Starr had left on Phantom's cheek. On accident, certainly, but...

Phantom stared at Danny. He stared and stared like he was oblivious to Starr standing right there, like any move on his part, even to blink, might ruin...whatever was going on between them. Even Danny seemed affected, a red blush of his own slowly moving over his cheeks as he wiped away the lipstick.

Starr pouted. "He could just clean it off in the bathroom," she reminded them.

Phantom twitched.

Danny flinched, jerking his hands away from Phantom.

Instead of returning to his seat, Phantom asked, "I've been sitting under mistletoe this whole time, Fenton?"

Danny's eyes rose to meet Phantom's before moving away again.

Phantom waited a moment, hovering over the counter. "...Did you not want to kiss a ghost?"

Danny's nose wrinkled. He turned away, washing the lipstick off his white rag. "I'm working, stupid. I'm not even allowed to sit down right now, do you think kissing customers is anywhere close to being tolerated? I'd get fired for inappropriate behavior, and then who would make your ultra specific coffee?"

"Ah..." Phantom lowered himself into his seat again, his tail curling contentedly around the legs of his stool. "Speaking of which..." He lifted his cup and half smiled at Danny. "Refill?"

Danny dropped his rag in the sink and turned back to Phantom, snatching his cup and quickly turning away, but not before Starr--and Phantom--noticed his red face. "If Mr. Lancer didn't like you so much..." he muttered.

Phantom braced his chin on his hand, his elbow on the counter, and grinned sly at Danny. "Oh, it's only Mr. Lancer who likes me, is it?"

Danny chose not to answer that.

Phantom continued to watch Danny brew his coffee, his smile softening until it was as gentle as Danny's had been earlier. He lifted his head from his hand and shifted in his seat. Speaking slowly, almost cautiously, he asked, "If...if I wait until your shift--"

"Yes." Danny's ears turned red, his blush spreading. "Yes. Just. Wait. Please?"

Phantom crossed his arms over the counter and hid the lower half of his face behind his forearms, but not before Starr saw the giddy, excited grin stretching his lips.

Starr stepped back, backing away from the ghostly hero. He didn't notice. His attention remained on Danny as it had before Starr had even arrived. Starr turned away, letting herself release one quiet sigh of regret. She left the cafe without ordering the drink she had entered for, not wanting to see the moment Danny's shift ended and Phantom allowed him a kiss.

An actual kiss on the lips and not on the cheek.

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Because the POV was from Starr's perspective and she doesn't have the full context, here you go: Danny hung the mistletoe above Phantom on purpose. He wanted Phantom to receive platonic kisses like from the old lady and maybe drive him a little bit nuts because of all the people trying to kiss him. It was just another prank between "enemies". But the desire to be one of the ones to kiss Phantom snuck up on him, especially after seeing Starr kiss him, and now Danny has thoroughly played himself lol

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #pitch pearl #pitchpearl #coffee shop au #Starr's POV #12 days of christmas #12 days of pitch pearl #Danny and Phantom were never the same person

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mr-lancers-english-class · 4 years

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Ectober Day Three: Rewind

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“Whoa whoa whoa, hold up,” Valeria called, leaning forward on the couch. “Can you rewind that for a second?”

“Uh, sure,” Star responded slowly. “What’s up?”

“I thought I saw something and I wanted to- stop! Right there!” Valerie had now leaped off the couch and was pointing at the television. “Do you see that?”

“I’m really not sure what you’re trying to show me, Val.”

“Phantom! Look at him!” Valerie gestured wildly, nearly punching the tv at least twice. “Do you see it?”

“See what?”

“He’s doing the thing! The meme thing! He had to do it to him!”

#danny definitely acts like a meme all the time because no one can tell him otherwise #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #Starr #ectoberweek2020 #ectober #ectober 2020 #ectober2020 #My fic #drabble

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phicphight · 4 years

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Shift

FIC CAN BE READ HERE: ao3 | ffn

There’s a lotta blood in this one, Angst, Identity Reveal, Blood Loss, Everything’ll work out though. Incomplete. Rated T. Word Count: 2559

Pairings: None

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Blood Loss

Author: @lexiepiper (Team Human)

“It turns out that the views of Agents O and K are not held by the rest of the Guys in White. Basically, the GiW scientists are horrified when the two newest agents bring in a fourteen-year-old half-ghost kid for "painful experiments".“ - @nocturna-starr (Team Ghost)

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As far as lab work went, it had been a quiet day. A bit of spectrophotometry here, a touch of titrating there, and then the only task left after lunch was to autoclave a stack of petri dishes. The half dozen agents milling around the facility was a touch ridiculous considering the sheer lack of work for them to do, but hey, when you got paid by the hour it wasn’t as though anyone was about to volunteer to clock off early.

Still, there were only so many times that one could check that the samples had all been stored properly and that the labs were perfectly clean. Agent H would have gone out to at least pretend that he was trying to catch a ghost or something, but the radar had been quiet all day except for a couple of blips that the field team claimed to have already dealt with. Realistically, it was probably Phantom who captured whatever ghost had managed to slip through the portal, and H resigned himself to a boring afternoon. Maybe when O and K returned he’d tease them a bit for letting the town’s resident spook one up them again, but even that joke had started to get a bit old.

There was the distant crash of heavy doors swinging open with enough force to hit the wall, accompanied by annoyingly familiar shouts, and H rolled his eyes. Speak of the devil, and unfortunately, that stupid field team would return early. “Should we go see what they’ve messed up now?”

Agent J sighed and stopped pretending to check the bunsen burners for rust spots. Not that it mattered, but they had to look busy somehow. “I suppose,” he drawled.

The pair strolled into the hallway without haste, but then an echoing scream sent a jolt of dread sliding down H’s spine.

“Please, let me go! I’m not dead!”

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#danny phantom #tw blood #tw blood loss #lexiepiper #nocturna starr #phic phight 20 #phic phight #phic phight 20 entry #phic phight entry #team human #rated t #danny fenton #giw #agent o #agent k

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myriamsaviniart · 5 years

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Are Amity Park residents less likely to die each time Danny gets stronger?

I like this concept! So yes, locals are weirdly resistant to ectoplasmic attacks; after some years, this resistance is almost supernatural, and those who keep find themselves involved in ghost attacks start to notice…

…does this makes them happy? Not really… having relatives coming over is a big hazard >:) (Billy will be fine… eventually)

#amity lair AU #danny phantom #star #starr #amity park #oc #citizens of amity park #mychronart #asku

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reincarnationofellewoods · 4 years

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Part#2 of my Danny Phantom Characters Cosplay.

#Danny Phantom #Starr #vlad plasmius #spectra #fanart #drawings #cosplaying

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underforeversgrace · 1 year

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Welcome to Intro to Ghosts - 3

Title: Welcome to Intro to Ghosts

Words: 3254

Chapter 3 of ?

Story summary: Sure, turning sixteen was supposed to be a big year regardless, but this was a little beyond what Danny had expected when he'd both been told he was now king and then asked to be a teacher for the Intro to Ghosts class while also being a junior in high school. Now he has to juggle a secret identity, being a superhero, doing centuries worth of old paperwork Pariah didn't do, his own schoolwork, AND his students/classmates schoolwork! This'll be fun. Or catastrophic. Hopefully fun.

@redactedgoose

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Tucker and Sam walked in together, Sam glaring at Tucker before both shot him sly grins and settled at the desks closest to his. Danny bit back a grin. It was kind of fun - the three of them knowing a secret no one else knew. Sure, technically they had the whole Phantom thing between them, but this was a lighthearted, funny secret that wasn’t meant to stay secret long.

Valerie walked in and immediately settled into the desk closest to the door, a confused glance at Danny since that was his go to seat in most classes.

Dash, Paulina, and Starr walked in together, chatting loudly, as the tardy bell rang, settling into some of the remaining seats in the center. Danny mentally counted off the eighteen expected people were there, grateful none had been late. He really wanted everyone here so he could screw with them.

Once the bell rang and still no teacher appeared, the class began to mutter, glancing out the open door in confusion, one of the maybe a junior, maybe a senior grumbling that of course Casper couldn’t get a new teacher and would forget to cancel.

Danny allowed the muttering for a minute or so before he sighed way too loudly, exaggeratingly getting up from his seat and going to close the door.

��The hell you doing, Fenturd?” Dash asked, more confused than insulting, though.

The halfa said nothing, closing the door and shoving his hands in his pockets as he leisurely walked to the whiteboard, leaning against the concrete wall on the edge. He scanned his eyes over the room, forcing down the smile and/or laugh trying to break through his bored demeanor. He could hear Sam and Tucker’s hearts racing with the effort of restrained laughter (ghost hearing, amirite?) and studiously avoided looking at that side of the room.

“Seriously, Fenton, what the fuck?” Paulina asked.

At that, Danny grinned. “Language, Miss Sanchez,” he reprimanded. Annoyance and irritation flitted across her face.

Paulina was opening her mouth to talk again when Valerie interrupted. “Oh there is no way in hell. You?”

“Sam, I owe you five bucks.” Danny said, still not looking at his friends. Of course, they had made no bet of who would figure it out since this entire thing was impulsive, but he loved his friends as they played along.

“Told you!” Sam called.

“Man, I really thought Dash would get it first,” Tucker lamented.

Danny finally let himself look at his friends. They both were biting their lips, slightly vibrating with restrained laughter, cheeks red. At the eye contact, all of them promptly lost it.

Sam laughed so hard she snorted while tears fell from her eyes, Tucker was wheezing as his laughter became more important than air, Danny once again bending over with hands on knees, laughing while his body shook.

“There is no fucking way.” He heard Valerie insist. He wanted to get onto her for her language as well but just the thought doubled in on his laughter, his ribs aching.

“What?” Several of the students asked, either bewildered or irritated. The irritated ones knew Danny. The bewildered ones didn’t.

“You are not our teacher!” Valerie said adamantly.

Various sounds of confusion, humor, and annoyance swept through the room.

Danny struggled to catch his breath in an effort to stop laughing. It took several strangled breaths, but he managed, straightening up. “I mean, honestly, who else would teach this class?”

Valerie opened her mouth to answer but faltered. She was clearly going through every ghost hunter she knew of and eliminating them as options. Danny nodded. “And that’s why Ishiyama and Lancer asked me.” He grinned. “I have all the knowledge of most ghost hunters and I’m not as biased as all of the other options.”

Danny saw Sam dip her head as though hiding giggles, but he could hear the tap of her fingers against her phone. Damn, she did hide her phone from the teachers well. If he didn’t have elevated senses, even he wouldn’t have noticed, and he could read her like a book.

He took a moment to bask in the glory of the A-Listers’ worried faces as they realized he held power now. Not only that, but honestly, how stupid would it be to routinely fight a teacher?

Unfortunately, he did have a job to do beyond being a little shit. Danny straightened up, calling on some of Phantom’s confidence as he did so. He plucked the binder from the seat he’d abandoned.

“Okay, okay, time to get serious.” He began, leaning against the wall again. “Welcome to Intro to Ghosts. This elective will be about, obviously, ghosts. We will cover culture, history, the general science of ectoplasm, and psychology of a ghost.”

Valerie snorted. “Ghosts don’t have any of those things.”

“What did you expect to be taught in this class, then, Val?” Sam shot back.

“Ghost hunting! Duh!”

“There will be no discussion of ghost hunting in this class. I will not tolerate talks of violence against anyone, human or ghost, just like the other teachers wouldn’t. If you joined this class to learn to hurt something or someone, I’m sure you can get with Mr. Lancer about transferring to a separate elective.” Danny said, far more sternly than he’d meant. He sounded more like confident Phantom than timid Fenton. Students who knew him (sans Sam and Tuck) looked at him, wide-eyed with dropped jaws. Danny kept his gaze evenly fixed on Valerie, watching her reactions. It really was so much easier to read her emotions when she didn’t have her suit’s hood on.

“Thought you were a Fenton.” She glared.

“Also not a bigot. Just because they’re on the opposite side, the ‘wrong’ side, of the line between the living and dead doesn’t mean they aren’t worth anything.”

Discomfort flashed momentarily across her face, but she just crossed her arms and leaned into her chair.

Taking her silence as defeat, Danny continued. “The binders in front of you are what we have for class textbooks. I tried to put everything in there, but some things may be missing. If you notice a topic I’m going over isn’t there, let me know and I’ll get something made.”

“Whoa, wait,” Dash said. “You put this together? Since when do you write textbooks?”

Danny was, to be perfectly honest, surprised Dash was the one to connect those dots. “Yes. I put them together. Between my parents’ studies and the portal literally beneath my bed, the info wasn’t exactly difficult to find.”

A scoff of disbelief from a male senior Danny didn’t know. “You want us to believe you went into the Ghost Zone?”

“Infinite Realms,” Danny corrected. “And yes. I did.”

“How?” Mikey asked.

“So the rumors are, like, true?” Star interjected. “You and your sister help Phantom behind your parents’ backs?”

“We sometimes do as well,” Tucker piped up, sending flirtatious grins to the handful of girls who looked at him in amazement.

“Yes.” Danny answered.

“Oh, mi amor! He kept you safe, didn’t he? My wonderful ghost boy?” Paulina said, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Her obsession with Phantom was slightly disturbing, even to him since his crush on her had faded. Oh, ew. Technically she also had a crush on her teacher. Somehow, that felt even more uncomfortable than a living girl chasing a dead boy.

“Yes, Phantom got me through the Realms and I was able to interview some of his allies.” Not technically a lie. He was Phantom when he flew.

Paulina opened her mouth to say something so Danny interrupted. “Now, some of you I do not know. I won’t make us do any of those lame games we’ve all been doing all day. So I’ll introduce myself, to those of you who somehow managed to survive fifteen minutes in Amity Park without meeting my parents, and then go around the room. ‘Kay?”

Nods and a couple of ‘sure’s and ‘okay’s went around the room.

“Alright, then. Hi, I’m Danny Fenton. I am a junior here. My parents are expert ghost hunters, though they tend to lack in some of the research aspects. I expect all of you to keep an open mind with what you learn here, be willing to accept changes in perspectives. Also, call me Danny. Being a teacher is weird enough already,” that got a couple of laughs, “so I’d rather not go by Mr. Fenton. Especially since that’s normally my dad and most people know to run far away when he appears.” More chuckles. “But do only call me Danny. Not Daniel, not Dan. And certainly no…creative nicknames. Then I will insist you to call me Mr. Fenton.”

“Cuz he’s petty,” mumbled Sam softly, where only Tucker immediately beside her and Danny could hear.

“Speaking of creative nicknames,” Danny glared at Dash. “You can call me Mr. Fenton. The rule applies retroactively.”

Flat out laughter filled the class as Dash blushed in embarrassment.

Okay, maybe that was a little mean.

His introduction done, he selected the person in the first row of the first column, telling them to give him their preferred name and pronouns, then continue down the line.

Sam smiled at him proudly. The pronoun thing had been her idea. Acceptance begins in the classroom or whatever.

As the first person introduced himself, Danny realized his anxiety had faded. He had stood in front of a room full of people, some who had bullied him before, others older who were strangers. His voice had never shook, his knees had never felt weak, he had never doubted himself.

Confidence while in his human skin felt odd, like many things today. But it didn’t feel bad.

Danny paid attention, listened and greeted all the students as they introduced themselves, even the ones he knew, his bullies.

There were three juniors he didn’t know besides the one who was absent - Karl, Leon, and Rosemary, but she asked him to just call her Rose.

The eight present seniors greeted him as well - Jill, Ethan, Chris, Claire, Ashley, Luis, Mia, Zoe, Miranda.

The introductions took up most of the remaining time, the final bell only minutes away when they finished.

“One more thing,” Danny said, the students had already began chattering to each other. He went to his desk, withdrawing permission slips from one of the drawers. He walked as he talked, placing slips on desks. “These are permission slips I need you to get with your parents about. The school board has allowed guest speakers and you may come in contact with ectoplasm, though both will have protective measures.”

“Both?” Someone - Leon - asked. “Why would protective measures be needed with guest speakers?”

“Do you know how to read?” Another new person - Claire - teased. Her voice was playful and Leon merely rolled his eyes, so Danny assumed this was friendly banter and did not interfere.

While Claire spoke, telling Leon to read the slip in front of his face, Danny got to Valerie’s seat. “Meet me after class,” he said to her, low enough no one else heard over the chatter. He did not place one of the pieces of paper in front of her.

Somehow, Claire and Leon had not actually managed to answer the question in their bickering, so Danny did.

“For the ectoplasm, it is as safe to handle as many chemicals you’ve run across in your science classes by now, so general lab safety will be needed. As far as the guests, they will likely not be human.” Valerie made a noise somewhere between outrage and shock behind him. “To be safe, the ghosts will be within a shield they can’t pass through. Phantom or other ghost hunters may be present as well - Phantom said he may be able to get me in contact with the Red Huntress as well -, though only ghosts thoroughly vetted by Phantom and that I have met will come, so it is more for peace of mind than actual need. Similarly, however, the ghosts will be in a protective shield that humans and ectoblasts cannot get through.”

“Oh, that’s just ridiculous! Why would they need that?” Valerie huffed.

It was Sam who answered, glaring daggers at Valerie.

“You mean other than the numerous hunters here who shout their intentions to capture and dissect them on a daily basis?”

Danny elaborated. “To be honest, their afterlives are at severe risk, coming here. But these ghosts are not ones with bad intentions, they just want peace. The portal bridged the metaphysical gap between us and them. But peace isn’t as easy as punching holes in dimensions.”

Doubtful irritation burned on Valerie’s face, but she again fell silent. “Anyway, try to get these slips signed this week, I already have something I want to do. Anyone who is uncomfortable with these things, or who’s parents don’t sign the slip for, will be given alternate assignments.”

Many of the students exchanged unsure glances. They had been expecting a joke of a class, someone like Jack blabbing nonsense and throwing easy assignments that would be forgotten half the time.

Finally done handing out permission slips, Danny crossed his arms over his chest, making eye contact with all of the students one at a time, his face set seriously. “Don’t get me wrong, I intend for this class to be interesting and as fun as school can possibly be. But I also want people to learn and to do my part in bringing a peace my parents don’t believe is possible. So I will be taking this class seriously. If you do the same, this will be an easy A. But only if you do the same.” He uncrossed his arms, letting his face and body relax. “And now you all can screw around until the end of the class.”

Danny grabbed up the other binder from the empty desk, dropping both of them on his desk. The class fell into chatter. He was about to head over to Sam and Tucker when Valerie cornered him. He slunk into his chair and she loomed over him.

“You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Fenton?” Valerie said.

“After the bell, yes.”

“Ugh, why not now?”

Danny gave a shit eating grin. “Because I’m a teacher and I said so.”

“I hate you. You know that, right?”

“You love me, shut up.”

Valerie rolled her eyes as the final bell rang.

The students filed out, Sam stopping by his desk and eyeing Val warily. “You sure, Danny?”

“Positive. Meet me at my locker?”

“Be there in ten minutes or I will bodily drag you out of that seat.” Sam threatened lovingly as she left, meeting up with Tucker at the door.

“I feel like there’s something against threatening teachers in the school rules.” Valerie mused.

“Pretty sure there’s also something about students not also being teachers.” Danny answered.

“Probably both of those are in the same book that say ghosts aren’t real,” Val joked. He laughed, still chuckling when she turned serious. “Anyway. Why did you want to talk to me? And not give me a permission slip?”

“You’re familiar with the Red Huntress, right?”

“Uh, duh. Who in Amity Park isn’t familiar with the only competent human ghost hunter in the city?”

“I’m obligated to at least pretend to be offended on my parents’ behalf.” He said, overexaggeratingly glaring at her before falling back into a grin. “Did you know, though, that her helmet does absolutely nothing to disguise her voice?”

Valerie was nearly as good at lying as he was when she answered. “Huh, didn’t know that.”

“Well, I bring that up in the hopes that she remembers to stay quiet whenever she’s supervising the class. The Huntress will be the preferred watcher when we have ghostly speakers. Valerie Gray, who’s father is quite uncomfortable with ghosts after everything that happened at Axiom, will refuse to sign the slip she definitely got today, so she will be doing alternate assignments.”

Valerie’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what I have to do with the Huntress.”

“Other than being her, with ghost infused tech bonded to you at a cellular level?”

Instincts developed after years of avoiding her at this point kicked in as she threw a punch at his face, him sliding out of the chair.

“Did that stupid ghost tell you? Are you going to out me?”

Danny, from his place on the floor, held up his hands placatingly. “First of all - no, I’m not going to out you. You weren’t wrong about being the best human hunter. Second of all - no, Sam pegged you in five seconds that time you caught us, uh… embracing in the park.”

“You have got to be fucking with me right now, Danny.” Realization dawned on her face. “That’s how Phantom knew to pull my mask off in front of my father during the whole thing with the Ghost King. You told him?” Danny didn’t miss the hurt in her voice.

Danny sighed, unwilling to lie more than he had to. “I was already helping Phantom when I learned your secret and it was before we became friends. So, yes, that’s how he knows, too.”

Valerie said nothing, looking slightly like the rug had been tugged from under her feet. Danny imagined he’d look the same way, learning someone had both known and kept his secret for years.

Come to think of it, that was probably the exact face he and/or Dan had made that one time he did find out Jazz knew.

“So, you wanna do it? Or should I call up Phantom?” Danny asked, gently standing up out of her reach and grabbing the permission slip sat on his desk.

Valerie growled, grabbing the slip from him and shredding it into pieces with her hands. “Huntress will be there.”

“I know I can’t tell you no weapons, but - no shooting any ghost that is not openly hostile. This includes Phantom, he may be here sometimes too.” Danny reminded. Some of the guests he wanted to bring - like Frostbite - tended to forget Danny kept his two lives secret from each other and may need the visual reminder of there being two of him in order to remember. “And by openly hostile we are going to use my definition, not your definition of them existing being proof of hostility. Capiche?”

“I can’t believe you are both a teacher and taking it seriously, Danny.” Valerie said, rolling her eyes. “But fine.”

Danny smiled, relieved, as Valerie finally took a step back, no longer cornering him into his own seat. “Oh, but just to be safe, get with Tucker about your suit. He can install a voice modulator and a way to darken the face screen in your visor, to double cover that no one else figures it out.”

“Tucker’s good with tech, but that good? Seriously?”

“Seriously. He should be in jail for several centuries with all the governmental hacking alone that he’s done.” Danny said, shrugging.

“All the what hacking?!”

Danny laughed then tapped on a pretend watch on his bare wrist. “Gotta get to Sam before she comes and bodily drags me out of here. Any other questions?”

“If anyone gets hurt because of your ghosts, I’m shooting you.”

“Not like that’s new…” Danny muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing! Nothing. Just, uh, sounds fair!”

Valerie rolled her eyes but didn’t press further. “See you tomorrow, then, teach.” She said, leaving the room. Danny took a deep breath and sat back down in his chair.

#Grace writes #danny fenton #danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #Phic phight

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