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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Run ghost run

second chapter

I had a thought. Danny hiding in Gotham to keep the infinite realm from starting a war. It plague my mind. So now I’m writing it.

A single warning was all humanity had.

The infinite realms would no longer allow the attacks on their people. They assured him that no matter the outcome he would be safe. All ecto beings and ecto contaminated were to be evacuated prior to the attack. As he and his friends were mostly or half human they would be sent elsewhere in time or perhaps a different universe if the need arises

Sam, Tucker and Jazz all knew what their afterlife held. Everyone else was up in the air.

He pleaded not to attack earth and argued that not everyone their deserved a war. He knew they couldn’t destroy the planet to preserve their own dimension as too many natural portals occurred. But the entire human race could be eradicated without impact to this dimension. They did agree to listen to his reasoning but only as upon his death he will be declared king. He had no power to control the realm or make orders until his coronation. The realm would remain under the councils guidance until he was a mature ghost.

They treated him like a child. According to them he was one. He had been half ghost for less than a year. He had only realized his rouges constantly attacking him was part of the culture when Pandora informed him. Them attacking him was to ensure he was well taught and ready for the realm. To them it was play fighting.

When he sealed away Piraha Dark it made them even worse. They wanted to fight him even more. He needed to be a better fighter and there was no better way to learn. They just wanted an excuse to fight him more like it. With the exception of skulker who was just hunting him to be a jerk. He didn’t have the luxury others did entering the realm, he would have to learn the culture not form with the knowledge.

Just as they demanded more fights with him they were over protective as well. One time when his parents were trigger happy in one of their hunts for him, Lunch Lady had used her meat to shield him from the blast. Technus had attacked Fenton works disarming the anti-ghost security system for a week. His parents had to figure out how to ecto proof technology it was funny to watch. While they were still attacking him and getting souped. They would protect him. His parent got so much worse. All ecto beings were scum. They were more determined to get there hands on a ghost. Time and time again saying they would tear them up molecule by molecule.

Clockwork was the only one who stood with Danny saying that one warning should be given. No more no less. The council immediately agreed with the master of time. With that the meeting adjourned and Clockwork gave him a message that when running he should follow the birds and bats as they would help. Clockwork then vanished like the cryptid he was.

When it came time to deliver the warning any hope Danny had of it working was lost. They weren't going to any higher power, not the president or governor not even the press. They would only hand the warning over directly to the GIW. They followed the ant-ecto acts, enforced the policies, it was their fault. They attacked and experimented on the citizens of the realm. It was up to them to rectify their offense.

How could Danny explain to them that the government agency would never turn it over? It wasn’t the norm for the realms, the warning or notice of attack was always given to the opponent. No reason to tell the press or government. They had no issues with the other humans but just the one group . If that group wanted to doom human life it was on them.

Danny managed to con his way into being there when the warning was handed over. He claimed it would be a good learning experience. He had a plan, and it was brilliant when the GIW threw it away he would grab it and hand it over to the news. The public was always antiwar. At least the records in the library said so. He assumed they still were Amity has been a closed off town. There wasn’t much from other cities or states.

Many residents have remained for generations, and no one really had social media. There was no point as everyone had their own cliques. Sam and Tucker had a few outside connections. Sam with activist and her ultra-recyclo-vegetarian group. Tucker was connected to a few tech geeks and video game friends. Personally, he only knew people from town.

He assumed a news source out of town would be the best deal. They shouldn’t have any problems with ghosts and these “supervillains”. An outside perspective could be just what they needed. There would be no bias against the infinite realms.

They were off to give away the warning a portal opening at the GIW in their base of operations. Frostbite summoned a wall of ice around them. The declaration was on a glowing green scroll. It announced the warning out loud, then proceeded to get brighter and brighter unit, it burst into flames and disappeared. There went his bright idea. As the scroll disappeared a glowing green circle expanded out until the light passed through them and continued on. The power it radiated was intense.

When the light passed through he was grabbed, and they went back to the ghost zone. It was certainly a learning experience. Learning the plan he made was no good. Politics were not his thing. He was dreading the days he would be expected to make decisions. He’d rather fight any day of the week. The citizens were definitely rubbing off on him.

At least Pandora and Frostbite agreed to try and keep everyone out of the human realm. They could not guarantee anything. Frostbite didn’t want to see the injuries a war would cause and the potential losses. Pandora simply said there were still people on earth she didn’t want to see suffer. Both knew they couldn’t stop a war, but they could delay it. If the anti-ecto acts were disbanded and those responsible punished no war would be necessary.

With a promise from the two to guard the portal he returned home. He planned to close the portal and erase his parents from the Fenton lock, it would only work for about a day. They would just reprogram it. 24 hours could change everything. He entered the lab via portal invisible. It was empty.

A ring of light

the door slamming open

Stomping down the stairs

He was face to face mid transformation in front of his dad

He really sucked at making plans.

Then it was all black

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sadandyetverysexy · 10 months

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Dp x Dc au: Normal is Good

Okay so hear me out— i see lots of “you can’t control Danny he’s a wild child” premises and like, I agree, I love that, but JUST hear me out. Danny who is just entranced by being treated like a NORMAL KID.

I think for best results this should be done with de-aged Danny so he’s a bit younger, but it can def work with regular Danny too.

Danny winds up running around Gotham for one reason or another doing INSANE SHIT to try and help or just survive and his family is out of the way. The explosion, Bad Fentons, etc— and one of the bats picks up Danny. This can be a dad!Jason, or dad!Dick, or classic Bruce Adoption. But they see this little shit running around and are like “no fucking way, not on my watch you little maniac”

Now, a lot of people use the “Jazz practically raised Danny” card, and I love that card and fully support it, but she was also a kid. With no other parents to consult. Who was raised by the Fentons originally and def has no clue what normal parents are like. So she probably didn’t exactly measure up to how a kid is MEANT to be raised. So Danny still had an incredibly strange childhood that just was Not Normal, but I feel like we see Danny with a deep desire to be normal. He doesn’t even really like being a superhero that much, he just wanted to be a kid.

So he gets bat adopted, and Danny is just functioning how he did growing up with the Fentons, which is No Restrictions Do What You Want. And then his bat dad (using Jason for this) is like “No. It’s Bed Time.” And Danny. Danny is ALL for that. He’s bewildered. Mystified. He’s not grumpy about being told what to do at ALL, because he’s just so shocked.

“You’re serious? You’re fucking dead-ass serious? It’s bed time? Oh my god this is so cool. I’ve never had a bed time before! This is great!” Because this is the first time he’s EVER been treated like a normal child by a parental figure. He just got sent to bed. Wow.

Having a parent who is in charge of keeping him healthy and actually enforces Danny taking care of himself is kind of cool.

“Eat your vegetables, they’re good for you.” And they won’t try to eat him back? Fuck yeah, he’ll eat his vegetables!

“No you aren’t allowed to go out at 2 in the morning, go back to bed, you have a doctors appointment for your yearly checkup tomorrow.” oh ancients, Danny has always heard other kids complain about not being allowed out at night, but to have himself told he can’t? This is so weird. And he’s never been to a yearly check up before!

“Brush your teeth before bed” “I can’t get cavities, I’m dead!” “Ya know, for some reason I don’t believe you. When was the last time you went to the dentist? Are you sure you can’t get them?” Danny has 7 cavities.

The first time Danny gets to actually use the “my dad said No” excuse, he is ECSTATIC. Jack and Maddie have LITERALLY never told him he can’t go out somewhere. Ever. He’s in a whole new world where he doesn’t have to fight ghosts, or be a hero, or anything and he loves it. He has a normal kids room without deadly weapons in it and normal kid hobbies and a fridge full of normal food and a parent who enforces a bed time, and it’s weird as hell and it’s great. Normal is pretty damn good, he has no clue what Sam and Tucker were always complaining about. Shits sweet.

#Danny is accidentally the best behaved child in Wayne Manor #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #danny phantom x dc #fic prompt

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basilf1res · 1 year

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DP x DC - Jason Todd was once Danny Fenton

Danny Fenton Is Evolving! *do dodo dooo* Your Danny Fenton Has Evolved Into: Jason Todd

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(In this AU, Danny would’ve gotten his powers in middle school rather than high school - he would have just turned 12 at the time)

As a preteen (almost 13) Danny runs away from his parents who want to rip him apart.

Tucker recreates his identity as he rushes to Gotham.

That identity was Jason Todd. Similar events play out, and Danny begins to lose contact with Sam and Tucker. Before he cuts them off entirely to protect them, Tucker asks him to steal the wheels off the Batmobile for shits and giggles (the excuse was he could sell them for good money).

He could see Sam shaking her head at their stupidity, but she’d be laughing all the way.

Jason Todd is caught by the Bat himself, and as a result, he throws a tire iron at his head only to get picked up by the scruff and babied by the Waynes.

Danny gets thrown back into vigilantism as the second Robin. He’s rough on people because he’s only known how to fight ghosts, and ghosts aren’t as predictable as people.

He gets comfortable, he’s happy, he gets to connect to his human half more!

He gets into a fight with his dad Bruce. Danny, in a fit of anger, storms out of the cave only to fall right into the Joker’s hands and beaten to death at fifteen.

Or, rather, hit so hard he gets knocked out and sustains lethal wounds to the point his core stops his human bodily functions so it can focus on fixing the internal damage (stopping his heart, breathing, etc.).

He gets buried shortly after being found.

Jason Todd digs himself out of his grave after a few years.

Jason Todd hides from his father Batman and the League, the latter being oddly obsessed with getting their hands on him.

Danny Phantom takes up patrolling Crime Alley, Batman thinks he’s seeing the ghost of Jason Todd - and he’s not that far off really. It was only after the Joker threatened to kill Robin and Red Robin that he lost it.

Now he was standing in front of all of the Birds and Bats, Phantom form, guilt starting to tear at his core as a he looked over his family.

The was silence in the warehouse, other than the clanking sound of Danny dropping the crowbar that he used to break the arms and legs of his killer nemesis.

“Jay…?”

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #jason todd #danny fenton is jason todd #fic prompt #fic writing is hard #take your soup you little shits #i don’t know #this came out of nowhere #this came to me randomly #this came to me at 2am #hahaha help

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ghostadjacentfae · 2 years

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Okay so I’ve got a bit of a kinda sorta really specific af idea that I am 90% I’ll never get to despite loving to bits so imma throw it to the wild and maybe some of you will like parts of it too. Okay? Okay.

Basic version: DP x DC prompt where Danny’s gotten deaged as part of another bid for the power of Ghost King. The title that Danny now is heir to. Jazz takes the now like 4-to-8 year old Danny, who barely remembers anything besides Jazz Good and Vlad Bad, and flees to Gotham to find help from somebody that Vlad won’t expect them to seek out help from. To leave Danny with while she goes into the Ghost Zone herself to look for help/a solution.

Longer one where I’ve gone a little very insane:

DP x DC prompt where Vlad’s deaged Danny as part of another bid for the power of Ghost King. The title that Danny now has/is heir to. Either reveal gone wrong when trying to explain because how do they hide this or no reveal at all, just Jazz grabbing her even-littler-than-usual brother and booking it because there’s no time to explain if they’re to keep Danny way from Vlad. Couldn't go into the zone bc for as many allies as Danny has there, there's also so many enemies that could intercept them before they could reach those allies to inform that help is needed (and who knows, maybe the parent's Fenton removed access to their portal from their kiddos for some reason). Danny is still halfa obvs but he doesn’t remember any details about anything. Jazz is Home. Creepy vampire man Bad. Furries in black with masks Do Good (and Jazzy tells him to trust them so he will). Clowns Very Bad.

In Gotham, Jazz doesn't try the keeping low thing. Well she does; not using anything besides cash and fake names, ancients what she wouldn’t do for a shower but places want credit cards goddamnit, to not bring attention on them from Vlad. Maybe she’s got a burner to get updates from Sam and Tucker on, about the status of Amity or if they’ve gotten anywhere on their end of the search for a solution, but they all know Vlad is watching them so they don’t know where she and Danny are or what she’s doing. Which is that she goes out at night looking for the bats and birds on purpose to get help for her brother, making waves in the rumour mill but staying hidden during the day. It takes a while; longer than they have time for really and she gets more stupidly desperate. Danny’s with her for every stupid stunt, usually hidden for safety but never so far that she can’t get to him if in seconds if it turns out they’ve gotten tracked down. She won’t run the risk of leaving him in their safe house of the day without her to come back and find him gone.

She decided on Bats rather than Supers or others bc an overshadowed superhero??? Bad. The bats and birds are either Entities not unlike she and Danny are (liminal!jazz agenda my beloved (honestly most of amity park but that’s not quite relevant here)) and thus immune, or they're very trained regular people. Those can still pack a punch but it's not something she can't fight against if they can’t actually be trusted. Not something she hasn't already fought against in the months she’s been in Team Phantom. Not something she hasn’t already fought against while making her escape with Danny.

Leaving Danny with them is going to take every ounce of trust she can muster.

She finds Red Robin or Nightwing first I think and gives the most bare bones of an explanation. Doesn't mention deaged, simply at-risk heir to The Throne Of Infinity and there's a bid for the crown right now by a man that’ll be another tyrant, and "by the ancients, you need to protect him. I'm the best he's got right now but I can't keep him safe and find our allies". That they aren’t metas but there’s too much to explain. "Maybe Danny will explain if he can but just. It'd be so much simpler if we had super powers. Wouldn't have to worry about enemies overshadowing anyone to get them to shoot us if we were all just metas."

She’s got a bag of Tech, just whatever she and Danny could grab and Go. And a third of it lost when Jazz dropped half of hers in order to pick up Danny to run faster. Think nearly finished schematics, a blaster or two, one Specter Deflector, what may or may not just be a toaster, and crammed into his bug-bag. Or school backpack. A corner of the bag is green with dried ectoplasm from a broken vial that got shattered in the mad dash.

(I’m a little attached to it being Tim she leaves Danny with. Maybe he tries to pawn him off on one of his brothers, but Danny's already like, imprinted on him. Very "YOU promised Jazz to keep me safe. Jazz left me with YOU >:C" y’know? Or cuz she stressed so very much that he cannot be left without someone guarding him, and bats don't exactly want identity reveal he can't really be left in the cave under the watch of Agent A since Alfred needs to do other things, he gets handed around a little bit between them as heroes only and it's just Timmy's bad luck that he really likes this clever snarky little bean 's the one stuck with Danny on the occasion that plot happens. I just like Tim & Danny time.)

I'm thinking plot tool of Jazz with one of Wulf's claws? As a thing that lets her get into the Zone without portal access or the speeder after finding a Bat to leave Danny with. But no control of where she'll show up, hence not using it when their parents portal wouldn’t work. It Works Like That™ because I Say So™, tho if you have a less mystery McGuffin reliant idea this is by no means obligatory. Just an excuse on a silver platter.

Also tiny Danny, barely awake, trying to grab Jazz and saying not to go cuz it's dangerous/he needs her, only for his hand to go intangible through her. Did I mention yet that he doesn’t have control of his powers?

And of course, Vlad tracks Danny down.

And he’s big bad.

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #ghost king danny #batman dc #well. ghost prince. but that's semantics #dpxdc

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five-rivers · 2 years

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Detection (true version)

This is the second version of this prompt I've written. I decided I liked this take better. Like the other one, it is a loose continuation of Flight Simulation.

Prompt by @faedemon: Ghosts are naturally drawn to death. When people die in Amity Park, Danny keeps finding the bodies. (PR263)

"You know," said Detective Collins conversationally, "if most of these guys hadn't been dead longer than you've been alive, I'd be wondering if you were some kind of serial killer."

Danny hunched his shoulders. As a… whatever he was, he had some powers. Intangibility, invisibility, overshadowing, transformation, ghost sense, and now… this. He guessed it might be an extension of his ghost sense. After all, both had to do with finding dead people.

"What is this one, the sixth?"

"Fifth," corrected Danny, although that didn't make him any less miserable. He stared through the trees at the swarm of forensics people. This was the fifth dead human body he'd been drawn to since the Accident, not counting the incidents at the cemetery and the hospital.

Collins scribbled something on his notepad then snapped it closed. “Okay, off the record?”

“Huh? Uh, sure?”

“Is this some new thing from your parents? Did they make a dead body finder and scrap it because it didn’t find ghosts? Because, if so, the department would definitely like to get our hands on one.”

“What?”

Collins sighed, slightly, and continued at a slightly slower pace. “If the reason you’re finding all these bodies is that you’re using one of your parents’ inventions, the police department will buy it from you. Heck, we’d commission a dozen from your parents.”

“It isn’t an invention,” said Danny. “But, I mean, that sounds like a good idea. I don’t know how it’d work, but if it did, I could see it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to punch himself in his face. A perfect excuse, and he just hammered it to pieces.

“Pity,” said Collins. “But this,” –he pointed at where Danny had found the skeleton– “isn’t normal. Finding five bodies like this by coincidence is unheard of. Did you get cursed or something?”

Danny shrugged. Honestly, he might as well be cursed. “My ancestors on my Dad’s side were witch hunters way back when, so it wouldn’t really surprise me, but… I haven’t heard of any curse? That doesn’t mean that I would have heard of a curse, even if there was one…”

“Hm. Think you’re haunted?”

“My parents are ghost hunters,” said Danny. “They aren’t always the most observant, but–”

“Danny!” There was a crash near the park entrance. Danny winced and blushed. Marley Park was one of the biggest and wildest still in Amity Park’s services district, but they weren’t actually that far from the entrance. It was very easy to recognize the sounds of his father’s driving.

“Did anyone tell them this was an active crime scene?” muttered Collins, flipping his pad back open.

“Probably multiple times,” said Danny. Collins flinched a little, having probably not intended for Danny to hear. Oh, well.

Danny’s parents thundered down the path, followed by a lot of shouting.

“Danny, baby!” said Maddie, throwing her arms around him. “What happened? What are you even doing all the way out here?”

“He found a body,” said Collins. “Specifically a skeleton.”

“What?” said Maddie. “Again?”

“Ohhh,” said Jack, almost growling. “I know what this is! This is some blasted ghost trying to make our Danny look bad!” He pulled out a bazooka. “When I find it, I’m gonna–!”

“Mr. Fenton,” said Detective Collins, “please, there are no ghosts here. We took ectoplasm readings when we got here, first thing. This is a crime scene. You need to put your weapon away.”

Jack grumbled, but did so. The other policemen in the area, who had put their hands on their weapons, slowly relaxed.

“Anyway,” said Collins, “this is an older body, so we…” He trailed off and made a face. “I think we all can agree this isn’t a coincidence anymore, but it’s safe to say that Danny wasn’t involved in the actual death of this person.”

“Of course,” said Maddie, who was still checking Danny over, as if the years-dead skeleton could have hurt him.

“Anyway, if you, any of you, ever figure out what’s causing…” He gestured at Danny.

“Right,” said Maddie. “We’ll let you know.”

Danny shrugged, because he sure wouldn’t.

“And our offer to refer you to a therapist still stands.”

“Thank you,” said Maddie. “We’ll talk about it.”

Danny was bundled down the path and into the back seat of the GAV. He slumped, feeling exhausted.

“Danny,” said Maddie, after Jack had started the engine. “Why were you out here?”

Jack backed up enthusiastically, and Danny used his need to adjust his position as an excuse not to answer right away. “I was just walking,” said Danny.

“Without your friends?” pressed Maddie. “Or did they just leave before the police showed up this time?”

“They weren’t there,” said Danny.

Of course, the reason they weren’t there was that they hadn’t been able to keep up with the ghost fight once it started to go through walls. And then, of course, Skulker just had to pick Danny up and rub in the fact that Danny couldn’t fly.

Jerk.

Danny much preferred Technus. At least he only trapped Danny in video games and acted like an avuncular and completely out of touch mad scientist. Dealing with him was almost fun, if completely terrifying sometimes.

(Pac Man was an abomination that should never have been created.)

Anyway, Danny had, eventually, managed to get Skulker back to ground level and fish him out of his stupid helmet. By that point, though, he’d been in the park, and then he had to get out of the park and that’s when he’d noticed the pull. And there was only one thing that particular pull led to.

Danny couldn’t just leave the body once he’d found it. That would be… Well, illegal, probably, but considering he was a kinda-sorta vigilante whose existence was illegal under the Anti-Ecto Acts, he didn’t really care about that. It was more about leaving a person forgotten and unmourned. Not given proper rites, whatever those were for the person in question.

Maddie sighed at him. Danny squirmed in his seat.

“They really weren’t with me at the park.”

“But you still haven’t said why you were there.”

“I was just walking.”

“Mhm,” said Maddie, dubiously. “But why there?”

“Why not there?”

“Because it’s all the way across the city!” said Maddie.

“You’d tell us if you knew you were being haunted, right, Danno?” asked Jack.

“Yeah,” said Danny. Well, if a ghost was really harassing him, he might. He’d told them about Johnny. He hadn’t told him about Skulker, though. Was what Skulker was doing really haunting, though?

Attempted murder, though, sure. Danny didn’t think he could leave without his skin, after all.

Maddie sighed. “Alright.”

That signaled the end of the conversation, and Danny slid his phone out of pocket to text Sam and Tucker.

Danny: im w my prints

Danny: left the park

Sam: u ok

Danny: ye

Tucker: u sure? skulker got u rely good that time

Tucker: and he picked u up. still p sure u cant fly

Danny: shut up

Sam: yeah tuck thats the thing hes sensitive about

Danny sighed and put his phone away. It was over and done with. Everything was going to be fine.

At least, until the next time he found a dead body. But how many missing dead people could there be in Amity Park?

The next time they went on a field trip, Danny wanted to beat his head in for even thinking something like that.

“Uh, Danny,” said Tucker, “you’re eying that wall really intensely.”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “that’s because there’s a corpse in it.”

“What.”

“Yeah, that was my reaction.”

“Hey, guys,” said Sam, walking up behind Danny and Tucker. “I hate to interrupt your contemplation, but the art’s hung up over there. Why are you both staring at a wall? Are you turning into cats?”

“Well, Danny can already detect ghosts–”

Danny elbowed him in the side. “There’s a dead body in the wall,” he muttered.

Sam’s eyebrows went up. “In an art museum?”

“That is where we are.”

“You know what I mean. What’re you going to do?”

Danny ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I don’t know. It’s not like there’s any,” –he waved his hand at the wall– “evidence, so I can’t just call.”

“Didn’t that one detective dude give you his phone number?” asked Tucker. “Maybe he’d believe you.”

“I don’t know…”

“You could come back as, you know, and phase it out,” suggested Sam.

“My alter ego has enough problems without being associated with murder.”

“Maybe you could be an anonymous tip,” said Tucker, fiddling with the power button of his PDA. “I could look up how.”

Danny made a face. “They all know who I am.”

“All of them?” asked Tucker, skeptically.

“You try calling in five separate skeletons while being the son of ghost hunters. Yes, they all know who I am.”

“You could still leave a letter.”

“You could ‘accidentally’ put a hole in the wall,” said Sam. “Or you could phase something halfway in, and then when they have to clean it up, they’ll find it?”

“Doesn’t do much good when they might be the people to put it in in the first place,” said Danny, making a face.

“Could you tip someone off as… you know?”

“Same problem phasing it out of the wall.” He covered his eyes, feeling the approach of a headache.

Ugh. He was going to have to punch a hole in this wall.

He’d have to do it soon, too, otherwise the tour would move on and he’d have to try something else.

“Mr. Fenton, Miss Manson, Mr. Foley,” called Mr. Lancer, “we’re– Mr. Fenton! Catcher in the Rye! Why would you punch the wall?” Over his shoulder, the tour guide and a security guard started jogging over.

“Uh,” said Danny, cradling his hand, because punching through drywall with his stupid unprotected human hand hurt. “Because… There’s a skeleton in it?”

Why did he feel the need to tell the truth in stupid, stupid situations like this?

“Mr. Fenton,” said Mr. Lancer, thunderously, “stop making up–” Danny knew the moment Mr. Lancer actually looked into the hole in the wall, because his face went the color of milk. “The Cask of Amontillado,” he said, then sat down.

“So,” said Detective Collins, looking at the wall. “You want to explain how you knew this one was there?”

Danny didn’t have to fake the tears of frustration in his eyes. His powers were so stupid sometimes.

“Well,” said the detective. “This is sure going to be a murder mystery and a half, then.”

“So, are we off to solve a murder?” asked Tucker.

“Why would we be solving a murder?” asked Danny, dropping his backpack on the floor of the bus, where they were waiting for the police to be done with all of them.

Tucker blinked. “Because you just found a dead body.”

“It’s hardly the first time,” said Danny, quietly. He didn’t exactly want something like that to become common knowledge among his fellow students. Not that he expected it would stay quiet or anything.

“Well, yeah, but those were just, you know, accidental deaths.”

“We don’t know that. We don’t know anything about solving murders, either. Why are you suddenly so gung-ho about this? I thought dead bodies freaked you out.”

“Sure do,” agreed Tucker. He shrugged. “Murder mysteries are cool, though.”

“Wow,” said Sam, looking up from her paperback. “You aren’t okay with hospitals, but murder–”

“Look, it happened a long time ago, okay? Guy was a skeleton. Whoever killed him must be long dead by now.”

“Yeah,” drawled Danny. “Long dead. Because length of time spent dead is a good indicator of how much of a problem someone is going to be. How long have Desiree and Poindexter been dead? How about Technus?”

Tucker opened his mouth, closed it, went through a variety of emotions, then pushed himself to the end of the bench, muttering.

Danny leaned back, too. Rumors at school and his bruised knuckles aside, this was almost peaceful.

“HEY!” bellowed Dash from the front of the bus. “CORPSE SNIFFER!”

Aaaaaand there it went.

#danny phantom #faedemon #phic phight #phic phight 2022

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xadoheandterra · 2 years

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Series: still waters run deep Title: Transitive Existence Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix + Comics semi-fusion), Danny Phantom Chapters: I Enablers: @demigodorion @azthedragon @kbobrian (because you three litereally went “do it” soooooo....) Characters: Death of the Endless | Teleute, Time, Clockwork, Danny Fenton (as a baby) Pairings: Night/Time (historical) Tags: How Not To Talk To Your Children, Time is an A+ Parent (sarcasm), Death is a good Big Sister, Baby Danny is Love, The Observants Are Assholes (with the occasional exception), Fucking With Canon For Fun, Fandom Fusion Summary: A New Endless is born, a new sibling of the Seven, a new child of Night and Time. This, predictably, has consequences. Not that Danny really cares. He’s just here to live his life and maybe make friends with these people who’ve been at this whole ‘Endless’ thing longer than he has. And okay maybe the idea of older siblings that aren’t Jazz is an interesting prospect and maybe being accepted by someone who understands is on that list somewhere.

Oh, and there might be something about rescuing a cosmic entity in there but whose counting?

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Teleute was not sure what she expected when she felt the new-birth bloom in the back of her mind, but it certainly was not this. Baffled, silent, she stared down at the blue eyed dark haired babe that stared back up at her from his crib--his human crib, with his human parents, in this oh-so-human world--although the babe himself did not stay silent. He cooed instead, reached up to grasp at the strands of her hair that drifted free and left Teleute wondering. This boy was incomplete, a half-thought, half-finished little idea unsure of its own nature, own designation, and yet somehow so utterly human and whole in the same moment. She could feel the edges of her father and mother that hovered there, the shape of form that was to come--but at the same time she couldn't parse it. She was not Destiny; Potmos had always been the better at them in reading souls, even the 'souls' that comprised of them and their siblings. Death was merely the comforting sight, the friend at their side all their lives until their ends--and the psychopomp who guided them thereafter.

Quietly, reservedly, Teleute reached out her hand to the babe and watched as pale fingers grasped at her tight. Already so strong, already beyond the human ability and yet only hours old...she sighed, heavy and quiet in the air. Softly, gently, Death whispered to the infant, "Do not call for me unless you area ready, little one, and even then...even then, hesitate." Carefully she pulled her finger back, watched as the babe stared at her as she backed away--as his eyes scrunched up with tears, as he began to bawl. She said as she faded from all human sight, "I will watch you, little brother to be," before she left in a flutter of wings.

For the longest moment Teleute settled herself into her role of Death and guided soul after soul to the Sunless Lands. For a moment she put out of mind the little new-birth that heralded a new brother and focused on her work and role and Function. She did not need to, Teleute knew this. She could honestly say fuck it just like the Prodigal and step away from her position and let the souls guide themselves. It is not like the world would devolve into senseless, unending, undying life if she had. Teleute was not fool enough to believe that without her life, and death, would not find a way. Once, a long, long time ago she had even debated it, back in that moment when she realized the dichotomy of her existence meant even without her direct interference it would not end. Now she worked and guided and walked among the living with passion and purpose in her role to provide some measure of comfort to those lost. She could choose to be where she wanted, after all, and she knew every soul as well as she knew herself.

When the last soul that needed a friendly face had found their way, Death settled herself down on a park bench to stare up at the stars in the sky. She did not tell her siblings that often she slipped away after a day of work to just relax and enjoy herself. She had human friends and human interactions aplenty; she took time to herself, breaks to recenter, to resettle before she went back to work. In those hours sometimes she would try to see if she could unearth her brother's whereabouts, where the Prodigal had gone and vanished off to in an effort to drop him the latest invite to dinner. Sometimes she thought back on the petty squabbles she and her siblings got into, other time she would think of those long early days when Time and Night were there and tried to act as parents to new-found concepts. They had never been good at it, but Death considered that they were the first parents to any newfound thing, really, and long decided that since they had no one else to set the bar or to learn from, perhaps they did alright in the end.

This, though--and her mind drifted back to her newest little brother--was the first time that Death had felt the touch of Time and Night since they left long before Delight became Delirium. Mania, after the remaking, had not met their parents. She did not know them the way her siblings did despite remembering them, and a part of Death hurt with the thought. Neither their mother nor father had deigned to appear when the youngest of them had been broken, twisted, and left to rot until the newest aspect of herself had reformed from the ashes. To be fair, neither did Death or her siblings either. None of them had known. Somehow, in some way, Delirium-that-was-no-longer-Delight had kept the truth of it not just from Death who should have felt it, should ha r been there, but also from Destiny, and that realization burned.

It burned with the same intensity of the Prodigal's absence, with now Dream's absence from the family dinners. Now this, a new baby brother and the fresh feel of parents that Teleute had not felt in an age. For a long moment she tilted her head back and stared at that starless expanse of a sky and wondered what this meant--should she seek out her older brother and beg him for portents? Would he even bother to tell her? Destiny had grown more and more distant in the years, and even this past dinner he did not even bother to speak as his siblings bickered around him. He sat there, nose in his book, eyes unseeing as he ate the meal that Teleute and Mania had created. She could feel Potmos draw away from them, like Dream drew away from them, like the Prodigal--like Destruction, Olethros. Their family of Endless breaking apart at the seams--or already broken. Teleute, Death, clasped her fingers tight and closed her eyes against the pain of it; she breathed.

Time settled beside her, the world held still in a moment. She didn't speak as he rested hand upon her knee. She didn't look to him, look upon him, or even move as her father grasped tight. She felt that hand upon her knee shift from impossibly ancient and thin-boned, to barely able to cover the entirety of her with his palm.

"I ask that you keep this to yourself, my little death," Time said, and Death swallowed heavily at the epithet. "He is young, right now. Too young for the machinations of your siblings."

Death's hands didn't shake, but she wished they would. Her voice remained steady as she said, soft and perhaps on the edge of bitter, "We have not seen you in an age, and this is what you ask of me?"

"Teleute...."

"Does Destiny know?" Death raised her head and stared at their father's infant-ancient face, wrapped tight in hooded cloak of the deepest shades of the night sky--rich purple hues that bordered upon black, with nebulae in their folds. A gift, he once said, from Night in the early days of their courtship.

Time stared back at her, hair aged white instead of the bright red of his youth. He said a soft, "No."

Death searched his face, lips pressed thin. She asked, "Were you even going to tell me, if I had not felt him?"

"...no," Time acquiesced, and it felt like Despair's ring had hooked into her navel to spill all that she was upon the ground. Death closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. "Teleute...."

"I do not want to hear it, father," Teleute said, and pulled her knee out of his grasp as she stood. "You will have my silence," she added, then breathed slow and measured. "I have work to do." Her wings beat at her back, and Death readied herself back to work when Time spoke up again with soft and heavy words.

"I had not meant to bring another into this life after what happened to your sister," Time said with slow words, "to my daughter. I had no intentions of ever seeing your mother again after that."

"You weren't there," Teleute said shortly.

"I am always there," Time countered softly. "I was there as Delight shattered, and there as she rebuilt herself alone. Just as I am there for Olethros, and my little Morpheus." Death stilled.

"You know where Dream is?" she asked, and her voice broke. "Has he..." she shook herself, the question burned, but then she decided she did not want to know. She was not certain she could handle the thought that Dream had decided to go the way of Destruction. With a push of her wings, Death vanished.

...

Time frowned as Teleute ran from their conversation. He felt that tightness in his chest that had been ever-present since the youngest of his seven children had such a shattering and reforming that had echoed across all time. It had driven even him to his knees, he who kept his distance in the realms between. For a long, long moment Time stayed upon the bench that Teleute had seated herself and stared out into the park just outside the hospital that housed the small form of his youngest-oldest, the eighth that his children had never known of and yet always knew--or so Time had thought, once. Perhaps that paradoxical nature of this child of his had affected more than he thought.

With a whisper-sigh Time got to his feet, and with a twist of his cloak he vanished from the park entirely. It took only a breath, a twist of the hands of a clock to appear in the room with the babe in question. He leaned against his staff, heavy hearted as he stared down into the crib to the slumbering babe. He reached with one hand and gently stroked his finger down the child's cheek, a small, bittersweet smile on his face. He could remember his other children when they were like this--small, half-formed concepts of the universe. None of them remembered the age, so assured that they had come into this world fully formed from Night's loins. Time felt no reason to disabuse them of the thought; it was amusing, and always a fond memory to look upon. He may present himself as aloof and uncaring in the way he kept from them these eons, but Time loved each of his children uniquely. He always did, even if it baffled him sometimes.

The room was filled with the smell of ozone as a tear ripped its way through Reality. Time withheld the grimace, in part thankful that Morpheus currently was incapable of feeling such a thing, even if he rarely paid attention to what he called 'the Waking' so focused on his Dreamers when they slept. It was the smallest of blessings, his third eldest child's current predicament--a blessing, in that he would be kept from this knowledge for some time yet, but also a curse. Time glanced to the side, eyes alight on Morpheus' curled up and naked form in a place far from here but here all the same. He watched the way his chest twitched with a breath it could not take given stagnant air even as Time stroked a finger down the cheek of the babe in the crib in front of him.

It was long practice that allowed him to split his attention in two ways, technically three given the sound of booted feet behind him that held just as much important as his children if only because it kept his children safe.

"Your time is up."

Time pulled his gaze from Morpheus, and then from the infant before him to glance to the figure at his back. The hood of his cloak tumbled into his eyes as he did so, narrowed as they were on the familiar and apologetic form of the creature that stood there.

"I know," Time said and slowly closed his eyes.

"I am sorry," they said back, words soft, and Time hummed a response. "Come."

For a moment Time dithered, hand pressed to the child's cheek. Then, he said almost as a whisper, "Our arrangement?"

There was no response, and Time felt something in him stutter. He had hoped he had chosen right with this one; that given they were not born to the rest, but acquired in ancient times past. He had hoped to cultivate something to aide him in the years to come--someone who would listen instead of order--

"I will not tell the Council of the child." The voice of the one-eyed, pale-skinned creature cut through Time's racing thoughts enough to calm him. "They will not hear of him, or his Endless nature, from me." There was just the slightest edge of impatience to the other, enough to pull Time away from his child with a soft breath. "We need to leave now, or else I cannot guarantee they won't discover the news as it is...."

Time bowed his head, murmured a soft, "Yes." He looked for the last time at his youngest-oldest, the child that had always been there, yet was only just-born. Heavy was the crown that would settle upon his head if all went well, and yet--and yet. Time leaned over, pressed a kiss to the baby's forehead, and whispered softly, "Rest well, Daniel. We will see each other again one day."

"Clockwork."

"I am coming, Grias," Time--Clockwork--uttered and turned to follow his Observant-attendant through the portal back to the Infinite Realms. Back in the vast emptiness of a realm just-born and as old as Clockwork himself he rolled his shoulders and looked over to Grias who scrubbed clawed hands through a head of hair with a huff. For a moment Clockwork watched them, watched how they stood there and muttered to themself for half a moment, and then sighed in relief.

Grias straightened; their silver hair fluffed up as they turned to regard the 'Master of Time' and one of the few 'Neverborne' -- cosmic entities that had long taken residence in the vastness that was the Realm Between. "We made it back just in time. They are not aware of our trip."

Clockwork nodded his head. He did not say thanks, although he felt thankful all the same. To be given that chance to see his child, to speak with another of his children he had not seen in eons--it meant more than Grias possibly knew. He let the other being settle into themself and the energies of this place and busied his attention with the clocks upon his wrist. He twisted them each so that he could return his gloves to his fingers, and then so that they were properly placed for him to see--seven, in total. He let his fingers linger upon the third of the watches before he moved on.

"Lady Nocturne is also not aware of our trip, so I will count that as a success," Grias spoke up into the silent after a moment. They glanced over to Clockwork with their single good eye, the one not hidden behind the black cloth wrap meant to hide its mangled nature.

Clockwork raised his head, lips pressed together as he stared with fathomless red eyes. "Grias, your help...."

Grias shook their head. He said a short, "You have had that child for as long as I have known you. It is...if this was to happen now of all times, then so be it."

"You did not have to agree to keep it from Nocturne," Clockwork countered softly, just the slightest bit hesitant as he stared at the other.

With a snort Grias shook their head and muttered a short, "I am not getting in the middle of whatever it is going on between you. You want to keep it secret? Fine." Clockwork inclined his head a moment later in understanding and acceptance of the words and Grias let off a heavy breath before he clasped his hands together. "Now, enough dallying, Clockwork. The Council has convened and demands your presence. Something about the Physical that needs attending. Come."

Clockwork grasped his staff and drifted off after Grias who turned and stared in the direction of the Tower. He said a soft, near placid, "As you say."

#fic: still waters run deep #fic: transitive existence #danny phantom #the sandman #fanfic #time of the endless #clockwork #death of the endless

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So kinda jumping off a point you made in the Phandom Hates the Fentons post. The interactions of the parents finding out are so shallow mostly because the first two got hit with the reset button and the third was in that rushed final episode. Alternate timelines and mindwipes oh my!

If the series had done more with those it could have addressed the habits that made Danny uncomfortable. IE “let’s kill the ghost-no let’s dissect the ghost” being their go to reactions. There could be conflict with them accepting that ghosts other than Danny don’t always mean harm. Like he’s their kid they might think of him as an exception to the rule because they love him or because he’s half human, but don’t really think that it’s possible for many ghosts to be peaceful(especially with Amity Park’s track record) New source of conflict where Danny and Jazz aren’t getting along with the parents due to a now KNOWN difference in viewpoints. Not like they admitted to sympathizing with ghosts before the reveal.

"he’s their kid they might think of him as an exception to the rule because they love him or because he’s half human"

☝️☝️☝️

this, I love this

I love the idea of of acceptance but with strings, that they don't just cast aside their prejudices immediately because one ghost is acceptable

I mean you think of people in real life with real prejudices, they'll sometimes have an exception to the rule, a black person or a gay person who is 'one of the good ones', your conservative aunt might watch the Ellen show but won't accept her own daughter having a girlfriend

bigotry and prejudice don't disappear overnight, people have to unlearn that stuff

this show had so many amazing opportunities and they just missed, hell they could even have kept a lighthearted tone! could have had a whole episode where Danny is teaching his parents to be tolerant

like he keeps introducing them to new ghosts and they immediately draw their weapons on each and every one, but each time they become a little more sheepish and embarrassed about their gut reactions as they get to know these ghosts and find that they're actually pretty friendly

culminating into the perfect payoff where the first time they finally don't respond with immediate hostility is when they're faced with an actually hostile ghost, forcing Danny to jump in like 'NO THIS IS NOT A FRIEND YOU CAN SHOOT THIS ONE'

#asks #danny phantom

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It's Right in Front of You

Written for Dannymay 2023 Day 19 Prompt: No CTRL Z or Backspace Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Wes Weston, Dash, Paulina, Kwan, Star Words: 858 Summary: Takes place after Seance. The A-listers still don't know how to help Danny until one day they come across Wes Weston setting up a booth to expose their hero

Wes was getting ready for his big event of the day. The event that he was planning since earlier the week and he had permission from the staff and teachers to put it on. He skipped his last class of the day to get his small booth set outside the school doors and started to get his handouts ready. Today is the day that everyone is going to know about Phantom and the secret that Genton was hiding.

At the same time, the A-listers had a free period, and perks of making sure their schedules lined up perfectly for the year. They didn’t really see a point in staying at the school so they were all making plans on what to do as they walked out, seeing Wes setting up his booth.

“So what is this?” Kwan asked, passing Wes.

“The truth is finally going to come out about Fenton. The world will believe me that he is Phantom,” Wes declared with a smile as the A-listers gave each other panicked looks.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Star asked.

“Why? Do you know something?” Wes accused glaring at the four.

“Nope just don't want you to be seen as a local loon. . .y’know like Fenton’s parents,” Paulina pretended to be more interested in her nails.

“Speaking of Fenton he’s in for a pounding!” Dash declared as they all saw Danny walking down the hall. “Hey, Fenton!” Dash yelled running after the smaller teen, Kwan following him.

“Why do you guys torture him?” Wes asked.

“Because he s a nerd,” Star stated as if it was obvious,” The girls decided to sit and wait for the boys to come back before they continued on their way to the Nasty Burger.

Meanwhile with the boys Dash and Kwan had chased Danny till they were far enough away from Wes for the A-listers to talk to the Nerd and resident Ghost boy privately.

“Okay, we can talk now,” Dash said once Kwan was done checking the bathroom stalls, making sure they were in private.

“So you guys aren’t here to beat me to a pulp?” Danny asked, confused.

“No. We told you when we discover your secret that we were going to help you. Wes is trying to reveal you to the world. He has handouts and everything!” Dash explained frantically, not expecting Danny to burst out laughing.

“You’re worried about Wes? He’s nothing but a parasite. No one believes him and no one ever does. You four didn’t believe him when he went off of rants in the locker rooms. The only reason you believe him now is because you summoned me. I can deal with Wes,” Danny assured them as he walked out of the boys' bathroom, the two A-listers giving each other worried looks before walking out, following behind Danny, mostly to see what happens and to meet back up with the girls.

“Aww, you didn’t beat up with the nerd for me,” Paulina complained as she saw Danny walk back, her boys following behind.

“We got distracted Polly,” Dash groaned, seeing Wes give the group a strange look.

“Wes,” Danny greeted, walking right up to the booth, and taking one of the handouts. It looked like a children’s drawing made with a pen that labeled all the reasons Danny was Phantom. At the top was the first reason: They had the same first name.

“Phantom,” Wes greeted back, knowing that Danny was going to prove him right, in front of the most popular kids no less.

“You know it’s rude to tell people that your classmate is dead?” Danny asked.

“You know it’s rude to lie to everyone about that you’re alive?” Wes pointed out.

“But Wes! I am alive! If I wasn’t alive how could I still go to school?” FDaanny pointed out.

“Becasue you are a curse on this earth,” Wes pointed out.

“Or it’s because fact twelve of your sheet is wrong,” Danny pointed out, tapping to fact twelve out of thirty where it mentioned that Danny had a fire core.

“Like if you're going to spread misinformation about me at least do it right,” Danny rolled his eyes as he grabbed a random pen and scratched out the fire with Ice. And you think you know all of my secrets,” Danny rolled his eyes.

“Why aren’t you four doing anything?” Wes asked angrily at the group.

“It’s Fenton. You can say he’s a ghost all you want but I heard a rumor that he was actually ecto contaminated,” Star made a yuck face, trying to scooch further away from Danny, showing she doesn’t want to catch whatever he has.

“You guys are just ignoring the facts that are right in front of you!” Wes yelled right as Danny grabbed a glowing water bottle out of his backpack and started to drink from it. When no one was still giving a response Wes just toree down his booth and marched off angrily, leaving the five in the dust.

“Told you that you didn’t have anything to worry about,” Danny smiled, deciding that he should probably get back to his class by now.

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #dannymay2023 #danny is most definitely a little shit #dannymay #dash baxter #kwan #star #paulina sanchez #wes weston

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Family, Suspicions, Rage and Plans

A Phantom adopted, Chapter 2, ao3

Team Phantom and the Lumano Clan discuss, separately this time.

Jasmine Fenton was a good person, as many people would agree, and as such did not deserve to be startled by gremlin-like little brothers phasing their heads through her walls. Thankfully she had only one of those, and so her startle was only a tiny bit, followed by a scowl.

“Danny! Can’t you knock?”

Danny laughed, falling into her bedroom with each breath, and flopped onto the floor. Jazz rolled her eyes and nudged him onto his back with her foot.

“Ok, sorry, you’re right. I finally got you though!”

“Ah yes, a jumpscare, truly the height of being frightening. Was there something you wanted to talk about, Danny, or was this just to tell your friends you managed to scare a single person in your whole life?”

Danny clutched his heart and curled up with a few more laughs and Jazz smiled.

“Oof, friendly fire there. Yeah, big news actually and we felt like you should probably be filled in cause you’re smart and all that.”

Danny picked himself up by floating until he could get his legs under himself and Jazz couldn’t help the fuzzy warmth in her chest, knowing he trusted her enough now to use his powers so freely in her presence. It wasn’t too long ago that Danny would overact normalcy around her the same that he did for their parents, and while Jazz had been determined to wait that period out, it still hurt to be put in the same boat as them.

“Ok, I assume Sam and Tucker are in your room and I’m not letting Sam and her nature-covered boots all over my nice clean floor.”

Danny pointedly looked down at papers strewn about near her desk and Jazz turned him around by the shoulders.

“My floor is without dirt upon it, Danny, I’ll not have your friends change that just because Sam feels the need to rebel against her parents when they aren’t even here.”

“Gosh, tell me what you really feel.”

“Ah, but this is about your big news, not views I have the good manners to keep quiet about little brother.”

Once they were in Danny’s room, door closed firmly, Jazz took a seat on the bed next to Danny, with Tucker on his other side and Sam in the spinning desk chair.

“Ok, so what happened today that I need to know?”

“Well,” Sam said, fingers steepled in a triangle like some rich supervillain. “Today we met a ghost who was appalled at the treatment other ghosts give Danny and decided to purge them all.”

“He specifically swore not to slaughter them all, Sam,” Danny all but pleaded. “Maybe his magic binds him to his word?”

“Dude, he said, and I quote,” Tucker said, pulling up his PDA to read from, “’I promise not to slaughter all of the ghosts you inform me of that have hurt you in the past few months.’ There’s so many loopholes in that.”

“But the spirit of the deal-“

“Isn’t the deal, Danny.”

Jazz shrugged when Danny turned a betrayed look her way.

“Sorry, that left way too many openings. I’m not sure a ghost can truly be destroyed anyway, though, so do you really need to worry about that?”

“Besides, he promised you and Sam that, dude, I gave him the list.”

Tucker laughed as he was shoved nearly off the bed and shook his head.

“I’ve got to say, that’s suspiciously serendipitous, Danny.”

Jazz leaned back, crossing her legs and drumming her fingers against her arm.

“What does he get out of swooping in and dealing with all of your enemies for you? You might’ve given him a list of allies to rally together into an organized force to attack you with.”

“He’s a liminal like me, for one thing.”

Danny grinned and Jazz’s eyes widened slowly.

“He said that Danny’s basically a toddler in ghost years and so he’s just absolutely horrified that he’s being basically hunted down for brawls by adult ghosts.”

Sam caught the pillow that Danny threw at her, and Jazz just barely managed to dodge it herself when Danny phased through the return throw.

“He put on the kind of fake cheery tone that you only hear from someone ready to explode, and his wings lit up again.”

“Ok, Tucker, wait. Start from the beginning, please.” #

Valdan watched Toby burn his way across a massive purple rock floating in the void, slashing it apart with his claws and smashing it to bits with hooves, tails, and all manner of weaponry gifted by nature to its beasts. Even upon reaching the coveted arch-druid status, Valdan had rarely seen him act like this.

He couldn’t blame him, of course. The ectoplasm around him buzzed with the whisper of notes to a war song that could bring down fortresses and rally armies out of civilians. He balanced a knife on his finger, daring the tip to pierce him, and watched the flames dance off the blade.

A warm hand pressed against his back, heat pouring into muscles that relaxed like thawing ice, and Valdan hummed, leaning into Duncan at his side.

“Is everyone back, yet? I’m not talking about this over dinner, that’s for pleasant things.”

“Well, I think Apo and Cole are back from chatting with the dragon princess, and they’re only a little charred, so I think that’s everyone.”

“Right, well, someone’s gonna have to reign in mister Wrath of Nature over there. I’m not doin it.”

“Lazy bones,” Cole calls out as he jumps off the deck of the ship that was still taking the shape of a somewhat standard sea vessel. Valdan can’t hear what they say to each other, doesn’t need to, but soon enough Toby is his human looking self again, and the both of them are on the deck.

It doesn’t take long to gather everyone below deck in their little meeting area, there were only 7 of them after all. Still, Valdan paced a bit, eyes narrowed as he thought.

In a trip around the table all the weapons that could be removed had been placed in a neat pile in the corner, which did nothing to ease the tension in the room.

“Right, so. We’ve got a handful in our lap, damn that compassion of ours. The kids provided us with a lovely little list of problematic poltergeists that attack their little hometown. They isolated for us three particularly bad pests but summarized only two of them. Both of these threats need to be eliminated as soon as possible, but I imagine we’re gonna have an easier time finding one than the other two.”

“There’s also another plane-touched child that particularly needs our help and isn’t gonna get that help from anyone else on their material plane. She’s a result of the only adult plane-touched round here being a total scum bag.”

Apogo sighed, waving a hand to make sure he had their attention. Valdan braced himself for the speech that would come at some point in the conversation.

“Hold on now, look. I know that whoever’s on that list needs a good ass kicking, obviously, but are we gonna go around destroying souls just like that?”

“I don’t think any of us have the magic to destroy a soul, Apo. Well, unless the weird power boost we’ve been getting from being here between Realms has gifted me the illustrious power of eating them. We just shoot them in the core and they’re souls floating around in the void.”

“Deprived of their senses and unable to control their movement. I’m not saying we don’t take out the worst of them, I’m sure you’re about to tell me something irredeemable about these two ‘worst child fighters’ but maybe we should get a bit more information from them before we go on a bloody campaign?”

“Oh absolutely, just from the hilarious names given I suspect most of these people aren’t a major problem, we can handle them in an afternoon or two. But, well, I took your weapons away cause I don’t want you to blow holes in the ship when I tell you about this Vlad Masters guy.”

“We have developed self-control, Val, what could he have done?”

Simply because he was the one to say that, Valdan kept his eyes on his brother while he relayed everything Danny told them about his clone. He did, however, have the tact to keep a hand on one of Apogo’s shoulders through the tale.

With the powder keg of magic in the room, Valdan wondered if he should’ve had this conversation on the deck.

David drummed his clawed fingers against the table and closed his eyes. His other hand was occupied with holding onto Leico’s, more to keep him from leaving than comfort. Leico himself was looking rather ready to call on his precious goddess to smite the man in his stead, but Valdan knew he wouldn’t. That would be too easy.

“So, the misery demon lady will die first, I think. Easier target, no clean-up really needed. While Leico and Duncan track her down, Valdan I want you to find where Vlad lives, see how easily we can turn his environment against him. Toby, you head to the Far Frozen and see if they can help, learn some new medicine stuff even. Cole, how do you feel about training a kid with weather powers?”

“I feel like I need to know what you plan on doing, David. Don’t forget to let everyone else in on your master plan.”

“Oh, I’m going to learn the new technology of this place’s prime material plane, maintain our ship so it doesn’t fall apart, and prepare to commit murder. Perhaps you and I can even go out and socialize, find some of the other ghosts on that list of Valdan’s so that we can judge them ourselves. When we take down this Vlad Masters, we should raid his laboratory so that we have all the relevant data on Elle needed to help her.”

“Until then, how about we eat ourselves some dinner, yeah? We’re all stressed, and acting without thinking is going to get us nowhere. Besides, I have a feeling the kids are gonna call us again soon anyway.”

“Of course, Lei, you always make the best food to get over rage with.”

That night, while everyone else was getting much needed sleep after a patrol around the city and several smaller ghosts captured or sent on their way, Danny took to the roof of the Ops center, staring up at the stars. He looked down at his hand, curling it into fists over and over.

“The weather, huh? Wonder how far up that goes.”

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Misc. Ask Meme || accepting

///Now because I got sick my energy levels tanked and I was out for like a week. As a consequence I will be answering all of the emoji’s I got in a single long post!

@paul-ite sent:

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

What sleep schedule? LOL But no, really. Danny barely gets any time to sleep. Between keeping up with his regular responsibilities as a teen with chores and keeping Amity Park safe from Ghosts... he might get an hour or two of sleep if he’s lucky. Usually that happens... at his desk in school... much to his teachers’ dismay. Additionally, he’s a very light sleeper. It doesn’t take much to wake him. On the very rare occasion he COULD get a full nights sleep... he actually is very likely to wake up from night terrors. Usually involving memories of his own death in the Fenton Portal or nightmares involving a canon bad ending alternate ending version of himself. (This is Dan Phantom, or Dark Danny)

🎨 - What’s their favorite color?

Danny has a lot of candidates for his favorite color. One might assume Red, since he wears a splash of it on his shirt. But, his room is uniformly .... BLUE. I know this is because it’s easier on the animation team. I go with blue. Night sky blue, specifically. If he could he would just say ‘galaxy’ as a favorite color option, however.

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

The short answer? Absolutely. The long answer? HERE.

☕ - Coffee or tea? ( also asked by lanternslight. )

He wouldn’t say no the either of them. But out of the two he likes coffee more. It doesn’t really help keep him awake, but it’s tasty with the right amount of cream/milk/sugar.

🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

Yes! It’s a combination of the two. Most are decorative, but for the small amount of sleep he does get, it can help to stave off the nightmares to have contact with something. (there are some in his pinterest board for his bedroom. :3)

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

He finds most of them inaccurate or cheesy, but for him that’s part of the charm. Overall he really likes them though. He doesn’t really scare easily considering what he is and what his daily life is like. so It would take more psychological horror types of movies to actually make him feel some sense of dread.

@lanternslight sent:

🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride?

Danny loves amusement parks! Especially if he has someone to enjoy the park with. His favorite rides are usually the biggest coasters or the Ferris wheels.

☂️ - How do they feel about rain?

He doesn’t particularly like being in the rain. But he likes the sound of it. He likes the sound of thunder too. seeing lightning? Not so much. Reminds him a little too much of when he died.

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

That entirely depends on the situation and subject matter. School presentation? About something he doesn’t particularly care for? He’ll probably do terrible. About something he loves? He’ll do great. If it’s to inspire others, it depends on if there’s some kind of immediate danger. He tries harder if it means others will be safer for it.

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

Well, his family. There’s two sides to this coin, however. He’s embarrassed by them. And also embarrassed he may not measure up to their intellect. It’s difficult to not see other people in town make fun of his parents and not take notice of it. On the other hand, Danny rightfully considers his family to be geniuses.

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

The thing here is... there aren’t many that he doesn’t appreciate. Any kind of positive gesture depending on who you are (really as long as you aren’t Vlad Masters) will work for him. He likes hugs/touch, gifts, words of affirmation or validation. He just craves positive relationships with others, platonic or otherwise.... likely because he doesn’t get much of it outside of his very very small friend group and family.

@brokentoys and paul-ite sent:

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

Why he’s so disliked. He understands why Phantom isn’t. To the people of Amity Park Phantom is just another trouble making ghost, especially after he was framed for kidnapping their old mayor. What he won’t ever understand is why the people of Amity Park, his peers at school especially, dislike Danny Fenton so much. For sometime, he thought maybe it was the family he came from. After all, people openly mocked and made fun of them for their career choice. (even though ghost hunters are so sorely needed in this place. :/ ) But, Danny decided there must just be something wrong with him personally. Mostly because nobody seemed to hold the same level of disdain for his sister as they did for him.

#hc II ghost writing #ask answers II ouija board #long post #///thank you so much for sending these!!#sorry it took so long to answer them tho x3 #i've been thinking about them the whole time

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theshadowrealmitself · 2 years

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Ah. Fuck.

Anyways, something hit me today, you see, in my family, every member usually goes “no one helped me growing up so why should I help you?” so you stop asking for help pretty quickly, but not my sister! She still feels comfortable asking me for help because I always help her, and I love it! It makes me feel like a decent older sibling

So I was thinking about it, and with Maddie and Jack being researchers and stuff, they probably also have that “help yourself” mentality, which puts another layer on Jazz wanting her brother to be honest with her, to ask her for help, because she’s not like them, she wants to help Danny

#maybe Jazz is out here trying to break the cycle #I didn’t like Jazz as a kid now I feel really connected with her as an older sibling #dp #danny phantom #jazz fenton #so much of my stuff seems like I’m bashing the parents but I just got issues with adults in my family I’m sorry #I just made that connection with my sister and that saying #I’ve stopped asking older family members for help but it just occurred to me that the younger ones aren’t like that #at least my sister and cousin aren’t #and I don’t wanna say that it’s because of me #but I like the idea that I may have done a good job as an older sibling that they still feel comfortable coming to me with problems #no shame!! just easy asking because they know I’ll try to help them #it makes me wanna cry in a happy way #and also a lil bit in a sad way #when I first did taxes it was so embarrassing I wasn’t sure what I was doing and when I asked for help I was told that stupid saying #but my sister called me today!!! wasn’t embarrassed or anything because she doesn’t feel the need to be embarrassed for help!!!#and I did my best to help her so it hopefully wasn’t as stressful for her!!!#people shouldn’t have to feel bad for asking for help

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obsidiancreates · 3 years

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An Honest Talk

(Got to the episode where Valerie gets the ghost hunting stuff. I just want her to be happy and not Filled With Vengeful Rage so, here's this.)

Jazz sees the whole thing.

Really, Valerie isn't even good at hiding it. As soon as that Ghost Hunter shows up at that school game, Jazz figures it out. Not just because her voice is the same, but because of the insults she shouts while hanging in that basketball hoop. Sure, Jazz is in a higher grade, but she's heard that A-Lister group plenty of times in the hallways and after school.

They're real jerks. But not murderous jerks.

So she decides to do something about it. No-one attacks her baby brother. ... Well, except other ghosts. But Jazz can't always help with those.

This? No problem.

"Hey, Valerie."

Valerie jolts, yelping and almost dropping what is clearly some kind of ghost-detecting device. "Who are- ugh, aren't you Fenton's sister? What do you want?"

"To talk to you," Jazz says in her most empathetic voice. "I noticed you're having kind of a rough time."

"Why do you care?"

"Because my brother does." Cares about not being pummeled, at least. But Jazz is sure Danny hopes the best for his schoolmate, even with the attacks.

Valerie huffs. "Great, pity from the loser kids."

"Come on, it won't hurt to talk about it?"

"Talk about what? That some ghost kid and his dog ruined my life? That we're broke, and all my friends hate me for it? yeah, talking will fix everything."

Jazz sits down on a bench, and pats the seat next to her. Valerie looks away.

But then... she sighs. And sits. "I keep thinking about that five hundred dollar shirt I ruined. Maybe if e hadn't bought that, or I hadn't worn it to school, we'd be a little better off right now."

"It's not your fault."

Valerie grits her teeth. "Yeah. It's that ghost kid's."

"Ghost kid?"

"... You believe in ghosts, right? Because of your parents?"

Jazz nods. "Plus, that thing during the school game,, Kind of hard to deny."

"Heh. Yeah. ... That dog broke into the place my dad was working for. he was showing off what he did for their security, and none of it stopped the dog or the kid. And then they showed up again at the garage sale and wrecked our moving van, and the dog stole my lunch after all my friends rejected me!"

Valerie wipes her eyes, scowling. "It's not fair!"

Jazz hands her a tissue. "It's not, not at all."

"I wanna destroy that kid," Valerie growls. "Like he destroyed me."

"... Valerie... how old is he?"

"About my age, I think."

"And he's a ghost."

"Yeah. And?"

"So... how do you think a ghost kid comes to be?"

Valerie doesn't reply. But after a moment, her eyes widen a little. "Oh... no, no, but... but he's a kid. He can't be any older than me."

"Yeah," Jazz says softly. "So something horrible must have happened to him already."

Valerie looks at the device in her hands. "... But... he still ruined my life." She sounds a bit unsure now.

"Maybe he didn't mean to. I mean... imagine one day you wake up and everything is... different. Suddenly you've got no gravity, and-and no-one can see you sometimes and you're this weird thing-"

God, how scared was Danny when it happened? She's pretty sure by now that it was The Accident that did it, she can't think of anything else that explains it. What was it like for him, waking up as something different?

"It would be tough," Jazz finishes, looking at Valerie.

Valerie still won't meet her eyes, looking at the beeping device. "Then why is he following me around?"

"... Well... does he show up first, or the dog?"

Valerie thinks for a long moment. "... The dog. It's always the dog."

"So maybe he's trying to catch it."

"... I mean, I guess that could be it. But he's been fighting me!"

"And you've been fighting him."

"But-! ... Aw, geez..." Valerie deflates. "What do I do now, then? I can't... I can't keep attacking some kid who... we've barely lived, I can't just make it so that he's barely lived twice."

Jazz stands up and offers her hand. "How about we try talking to him?"

Valerie looks at her. "For real?" She's skeptical.

Jazz nods. "For real. Maybe we can clear some things up."

Valerie turns away again. And then, with a hefty sigh...

Takes Jazz's hand.

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"Cujo?" Danny calls out. "Cujo! We need to get you back to the Ghost Zone, buddy! Come on, where is he?"

Someone clears their throat behind him, and he yelps as he shoots up in the air.

He turns around, and sees possibly the worst thing he could see right now.

His sister, and his hunter.

"Hello, Ghost Boy!" Jazz calls out.

"Um... hi." Danny waves, still looking startled.

Jazz nudges Valerie, and Valerie huffs. "Hi," she says shortly. Jazz smile at her, though.

"I'm here to mediate a talk between you two," Jazz says, walking closer (and somewhat pulling Valerie along behind her). "I figured there might be more to this story than we all three think."

"Um, you're not- I mean, I'm a ghost, you're just... casual about this?"

Jazz nods. "My parents are well-versed with ghosts, this is nothing."

A straight-up lie. Jazz hadn't even believed in ghosts until she peeled Spectra. But maybe it's to save face for Valerie? Or maybe Jazz recognizes him as the ghost from that day.

"Anyway," Jazz says, "Valerie here has something to say."

Valerie, arms cross and back hunched angrily, glares at Danny. "Who are you, and why are you out to get me?"

Danny floats back down to the ground, standing on it now. "I'm, um... Phantom-"

Valerie gives him a disbelieving look.

"Uh, Ghost Names are uh, different! It's this whole thing. And, I'm not out to get you, I swear. It's all been terrible coincidences."

Valerie scoffs.

"Val, we're here to listen," Jazz reminds gently. "Let him explain his side of things, and then you can explain yours, and we'll come to a solution. Trust me, I read a book about this."

Danny doesn't doubt it. "I don't own that dog, I found him wandering around outside. I thought he was cute at first, and then he turned into the big dog that keeps haunting you."

"And why's he doing that?" she snips.

"I don't know yet." Danny rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm trying to send him back to the Ghost Zone, but he keeps coming back out! I'm starting to think it's some cliche 'unfinished business' thing. But until I can figure it out I don't know how to get rid of him. All I can do is try to minimize the damage."

"Doing a great job." Valerie rolls her eyes. "Ruining my father's business, ruining our garage sale, ruining my lunch!"

"I swear, I was trying to help! He's really, really hard to get under control! He's like five times my size!"

"And you can't grow bigger and handle it that way?" Valerie retorts.

"No! I'm only a few months into this, I-"

He cuts himself off at the look on Valerie's face. "What?"

"A few months? ... So... so I could've known you?" Horrified, is the best word for her expression.

Danny shrinks, holding his bicep and hunching a little. "Um, nevermind. I just mean I'm not super powerful."

"No, no, we're going back. Did I know you? Is this a revenge thing?"

"What? No! I already told you, I'm trying to help prevent things from getting worse! And... no. I'm a loser kid, and you're popular."

"... Was," Valerie says quietly. "... All my friends ditched me when I lost my money."

"That's awful."

Valerie nods. "I don't know why I thought they liked me for more than money, looking back. But it still hurts. Being a lonely loser is the worst."

"Tell me about it," Danny mutters. "I mean, I have friends, but sometimes some stuff just makes you feel alone no matter what."

He thinks he sees Jazz tear up at that, but he's not sure. He's distracted by Valerie letting out a sob.

"I don't have anything left," she says, voice quavering. "I don't have the popularity, I don't have money, I don't have the grades..."

"... So you turned to revenge?" Jazz's voice is soft.

Valerie sobs again, and Jazz gives her some comforting slow pats on the back. She looks at Danny, nodding at Valerie.

Danny gets the hint. "You... you could, um, make something, more?"

Valerie gives a somewhat bitter teary chuckle. "What is that supposed to mean, huh? I'm already hunting ghosts. It's... something."

"... You could try to make new friends."

"Oh sure, that's easy. I'm a social pariah."

"So am I. But even just one or two friends helps a lot."

"You got a lot of ghost buddies?"

"... Humans, actually. An if I can make friends with some high school kids as a loser and a ghost, you can make friends too. You just might have to lower your social radar a bit."

Valerie rubs her arm. "... You're really not out to get me, are you?"

"No, I'm not. I want to protect people, not hurt them."

"... I'm sorry I shot those missiles at you."

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep the dog contained."

"... I'm sorry you're a ghost so young."

Danny snuffles a little. "... Thanks." Sometimes he is, too.

Valerie looks at her hand, and then holds it out to him. "Truce? I won't mess with you. I can't promise the same about that dog if it keeps showing up, but I won't mess with you."

Danny sighs. "So you're keeping the weapons."

"Oh, you know I am. Even if I'm not hunting you, now that I know about ghosts I want to be prepared."

"I guess I understand that." Danny shakes her hand. "Truce."

Jazz grins. "See? Just needed a real, meaningful talk!"

Valerie laughs a little, wiping her eyes again. "Yeah, I guess. But... now what? Who do I blame for this?"

"Probably the boss who decided that Ghosts Suddenly Existing was your father's fault," Danny says.

Valerie's eyes harden. "Yeah. Yeah, I can go with that."

"But," Danny and Jazz say at once. They look at each other, and Jazz let's Danny speak.

"But," Danny says again, "Maybe focus on making some more friends, first. One thing about us losers, is we don't ditch someone just for money reasons."

"... I'll give it a shot." Valerie smiles a little at Danny. "With better aim than the ones I took at you."

Danny chuckles a bit.

They both wave goodbye, Jazz and Valerie leaving Danny to continue his search.

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"Hi."

Danny, Sam, and Tucker all look up. Valerie is standing nervously with her brown paper bag of lunch. Tucker brightens up, and Sam gives a little, slightly suspicious, wave.

Danny scoots over. "Wanna sit with us?"

Valerie looks over at the A-Lister table. They're all staring, smirking, whispering.

Mocking.

She looks back at the 'losers'.

They're looking at her with... openness.

"Yeah. Sure."

She sits down, and gets out her lunch. For a minute, she just listens to them talk while she unpacks the sandwich.

"Hey, is that peanut butter and honey?" Sam asks. Valerie nods.

Sam holds up a thick roast beef sandwich. "My parents are trying to get me to eat meat again, but I'm staying vegetarian. Want to trade?"

Valerie blinks. "Uh... sure?"

They swap sandwiches. Valerie looks at the sandwich, mentally trying to figure out the carbs and calories and fat content-

She looks around the table. No-one else is analyzing their food. Or, judging hers.

She takes a bite. It's pretty good.

This... is pretty good.

She smiles, and laughs a little at a joke Danny makes.

Yeah. This is pretty good.

#danny phantom #Valerie Gray #Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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basilf1res · 1 year

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DP x DC Prompt (wow another one??)

(dp x dc: Except I flipped over the table I was playing Scrabble on)

Jack Fenton is Kryptonian (or perhaps a meta? Up to you). He certainly doesn’t know it. Take that as you will.

…

Let me set the scene for you;

Kite Man, the nemesis of Spoiler (Spoiler would say otherwise), was currently face down on the concrete. The kite on his back was ruined and torn, but he was still alive nonetheless, albeit bloody and bruised with a broken arm and sprained ankle.

There was a fire burning somewhere in the background, maybe a fire hydrant or two taken out by a monstrous armored vehicle (no, Red Hood didn’t take the Batmobile for a spin) which was an unholy cross between a tank and a minivan.

What kind of company would construct and sell such a thing? Legally???

The bats had yet to show up, but Gotham’s citizens current savior was this built man in an eye-burning orange suit of some kind. His midnight black hair, greying at the roots; kind, warm, and icy blue eyes like the delicate frost on a windowsill; focused on passing out homemade fudge to the street children who nearly got caught in the crossfire.

Who is this kind man? Did the smog and heavy clouds really part to shine down in this out-of-towner? Who’s his cheery polite wife with fire orange hair, warming the coldest of criminals hearts and treating any physical injuries.

Who are his kids? Peeking out of the tank of a van, spiky black hair with eyes that match his fathers, ginger hair and sea foam green eyes that reflect her mothers - however, the wife’s eyes, Maddie’s eyes, are a rich lavender unlike her daughters.

Kite Man attempted to sit up, dazed and probably concussed, only to get shoved down again and tied up by the hazmat suit power couple that roamed Gotham’s streets. Now sporting a broken and bleeding nose, Kite Man groaned in defeat, muttering about how he’ll be back for vengeance.

The city spirit tilted its eldritch head, it purred with satisfaction in what it managed to draw into its city limits. Gotham had found its new golden child, and it wasn’t about to let him go.

TL;DR: Jack Fenton beats Kite Man’s ass with super strength and his wife before handing out homemade fudge.

…

I feel like Jack and Maddie would be genuinely nice people, unfortunately the cannon stuff doesn’t really represent them that way, making them ignorant and neglectful.

Imma just twist that a bit, they care for their children, they’re good parents and they have their moments where they get wrapped up in a project for hours… but when someone needs help, the Fenton’s can’t say no. Jack unknowingly starts to develop powers that aren’t ectoplasmic based, he hides it well enough. (Coughs- sound familiar but the powers are ecto-related?)

Point is: the Fentons care, they care for the people of Amity Park and by extension, Gotham. They love their kids and are always giving back to the community. I feel like they should have been depicted as better parents, however, there is this thing called headcannons I heard about… :)

See y’all next time, I’m probably gonna disappear for a couple days as I go back into school ‘n stuff. 🫡

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #gotham #jack fenton #jack fenton centric #he is kryptonian your honor #it’s far too late and i need sleep #maddie fenton #danny fenton #jazz fenton #the ghost assault vehicle #yes that gets its own tag #goodnight #bye #why are you still here #sleep you heathen

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snackleggg · 3 years

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Been thinking about a Young Justice x Danny Phantom crossover AU.

Maddie and Jack build a device that repels anything that has an ecto-signatures (I.e. ghosts) that is within a certain radius of it (the radius is conveniently about as big as Amity Park). Vlad of course sneaks in and modifies it so it doesn't affect his ecto-signature and when it is turned on Danny (and all the other ghosts but they can just go back into the ghost zone) gets like ejected out of Amity Park.

So Vlad is being all smug and is like "I'll get them to turn it off if you become my apprentice and son" and of course Danny is like "fuck that". Jack and Maddie aren't good parents in this so Danny doesn't mind not being able to be around them, he bets they haven't even noticed he was gone.

Instead Danny decides "screw it, I'm going all nomad hero on this since I can't even enter my haunt anymore!". Tucker is of course his tech guy and they frequently chat over modified Fenton phones that have a much bigger range. Sam is the brain cell and helps Danny with planning and stuff and Jazz is Danny's human side’s backbone.

This happens 2 years after the accident so Jazz is off in college and she let's Danny crash at her place frequently.

Anyway so Danny gets a cool new hero look (tho he has a cloak that covers like everything and the hood falls a little over his eyes so he can’t be recognized) and basically he flies around to different cities invisibly and only becomes visible to help out when there is s crime happening. Starts out with smaller things like muggings or theft but eventually escalates to stopping more serious crimes as the team gets more accustomed to working on actual crimes done by living people (it's kinda ridiculously easy for Danny cause he has such an op power set when removed from the villains that specifically match his power set and since no one outside of Amity believes in ghosts, no one has anti ghost tech)

Eventually the public and the media take notice of this new mysterious hero popping up everywhere and when he is finally asked Danny says to call him Mirage (obviously if he didn't want to be recognized as Phantom he would pick another name and he came up with it on the spot since he hadn't really though about a new name before).

So the media is hungry and everyone is taking about who this new hero can be and how he gets from place to place so quickly. How can he fly and seemingly disappear into thin air and how do things just seem to go straight through him? He has to be a meta right? But what if he's an alien or magic user? They don't even know what his full face looks like cause of that hood and people have only gotten glimpses of his suit beneath the cloak. Needless to say it garners some attention. Eventually the attention of the Justice League.

Constantine can already tell it's a ghost he just can’t tell why a ghost would go through the trouble, it's not like he doesn't think a ghost would go through the trouble but usually ghosts stay out of living affairs unless it benefits them in some way.

The Justice League tasks Young Justice with investigating it and when Mirage is spotted a few cities over YJ immediately goes there and manages to catch up to Mirage before he disappears. They talk and Mirage is surprisingly laid back and funny instead of the serious mysterious character they thought he would be. Him and KF are joking around and Robin and Him get along great but then they start asking questions he isn't comfortable with answering and he disappears with a "see ya around".

au can go a few different ways but I definitely see Danny eventually joining YJ and also Constantine instantly knows Danny is a halfa when they meet but he doesn't get payed enough for this so after making sure the kid isn't up to anything he is just like "Don't break anything" before leaving Danny to his own devices.

#danny phantom #young justice #crossover #crossover au #danny phantom au #justice league #john constantine #he is tired

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goodfish-bowl · 2 years

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Home Invasions aren’t Cool

Danny Phantom and Avengers Crossover

Written for Crossover Danuary Week 2022

AO3 Link

Summary: Danny really doesn’t know how he keeps ending up in these situations. He really needs to invest in both a better security system. Maybe he just shouldn’t have taken that internship from SI in the first place.

Words: 1553

Notes: I’m just going to end up with a bunch of pieces of incomplete crossovers aren’t I? Oh dear.

Danny wasn’t so sure he should’ve taken that internship right now. Sure, he won that contest and landed the spot for some half-baked invention he had made from his parents’ leftover parts. Sure, it paid super well and got him out of the tensions in the Fenton household, along with living arrangements for the term, and it would probably be his only chance to still get into college. But considering some of the people he accidentally ran into, it was going to be the actual end of him. Stark Industries better pay him compensation for his troubles. If he survived at least.

Running into Mr. Stark was fine. So far, he was one of the few scientists/inventors Danny actually respected. He was brilliant in the lab, but Danny pitied his PR department, for all the shit that man got up to. Most of his job, actually, was shadowing Mr. Stark, (and Ms. Pots told him to remind the man to eat and sleep in exchange for access to the kitchens, which had its own benefits and drawbacks). Danny wasn’t actually sure if Mr. Stark knew his name, usually beckoned over with a call of “Intern”, or “Errand Boy”. Danny spent most of his time either assisting Mr. Stark in the labs, doing some of the paperwork, or fetching copious amounts of coffee(for both of them).

But tonight, he’d been allowed to go home early, since apparently Mr. Stark had plans. Thank the Ancients. Danny went home to the small, one-bedroom studio SI was renting for him, easily within walking distance from the tower, wondering what to do for dinner. He still had some leftover Chinese from about a week ago, Danny wondered if it was still any good. Either way, it wasn’t animated, and it wouldn’t kill him (ha.). The only thing, so far that Danny truly despised about NYC so far was the fact that the stars weren’t visible at all, the city never sleeps, and everything like that. Flying around as Phantom at night was pretty cool though, but he had to be careful to not be spotted. This wasn’t Amity Park after all. He wouldn’t be doing any of that though, he was way too tired for that tonight.

Danny turned his key and half pushed the door open before he froze dead in his tracks, core tightening in his chest and adrenaline starting to race. Someone was in his apartment. There were active ectoshields around the building now, the silent and invisible kind his parents had developed less than a month ago. There were more people hiding in various places around the building that definitely didn’t live here. At least a dozen, all armed with at least one ectoblaster each. Well, fuck.

Danny quickly schooled his expression flat and loosened his stance into one that seemed to be uncaring and tired, like a teenager should be, before simply throwing the door open, peering indifferently at the figure sitting on his couch, messing with some of the ghost hunting equipment that had managed to follow him to the big city. The figure didn’t turn to look at him, barely having any reaction at all.

“It’s rude to break in, you know?” Danny huffed in a bored tone.

Danny walked inside and locked the door behind him silently, then made his way to the open kitchen to grab his food. He grabbed the cold box filled with a mix of rice, steak, and vegetables and a fork. Danny made his way over to the chair across from the couch and began to eat his meal cold. He didn’t want to be carted off on an empty stomach.

The stranger had stopped snooping through his things and was watching him carefully. The people around the building were closing in. The home invader was dark-skinned, wore an eyepatch, and was covered in what looked to be a black, heavy trench coat. So not GIW, that was a relief.

“Daniel “Danny” Fenton, 17 years of age, born in Amity Park, Illinois. Born to parents Maddie and Jack Fenton, self-claimed ghost hunters and inventors. Died at age 14 and became a ‘half-ghost’ vigilante under the name ‘Phantom’. Active for three years to date. Threat level: Catastrophic,” Eye-patch recited. Situation: Catastrophic. Well, fuck squared.

“You got my social security number in there too?” Danny retorted; façade cracked.

“Phantom,” Eye-Patch started, “Do you know who I am?”

“Nope,” Danny shrugged, but silently let his powers hum just underneath the surface of his skin, ready to fight or fly at the drop of a pin.

Eye-Patch leaned forward, looking him dead in the eye, “I am director Nick Fury of S.H.E.I.L.D, a secret government agency dedicated to protecting this world.”

Danny set down his food and looked “Nick Fury” in his eye, “If that’s true, then you’re aware of the situation in Amity Park, right?” Danny asked, wanting confirmation first.

“Of course.”

“Tell me.”

“Around three and a half years ago, your parents, Drs Fenton, opened a portal to another dimension in their basement. No grants, no funding, no approval. They unleashed hordes of other dimensional beings onto the town, and you died and became the ecto-entity known as Phantom, wreaking havoc against both the citizens and the other beings infesting the town, playing at being the town’s ‘protector’ for the past three years,” Nick Fury described, and Danny leaned back into the chair.

“But you did nothing, Mr. ‘Protector-of-the-World’?” Danny taunted, ready to fight. ILD’s a

“The threat was contained and it’s not under S.H.E.I.L.D.’s authority, that belongs to the G.I.W.,” Fury said.

“So what?” Danny hissed, he knew his eyes were glowing, “Are you here to kill me? Hand me over to the Gits in White? Are you at least going to read me my Miranda Rights before cuffing me and shipping me off to be torn apart?”

Fury scoffed, “Under the Anti-Ecto Acts, you don’t even get that, do you? No, I can have you neutralized and shipped off to the G.I.W. before you could even transform. But that’s not why I’m here, Phantom, not if you accept.”

“What do you want?” Danny hissed, growing more agitated and taunt by the moment, desperate to get out of this situation.

“You like protecting people, don’t you? That’s what I’m giving you the chance to do. The world is in danger and I’m forming a team. I want you on it,” Fury stated, and Danny faltered.

“What? Why?” Danny sputtered, losing his grip on his powers.

“I need powerful beings to fight powerful threats, you just happen to be both,” Fury stated like it was obvious.

“Okay, why should I join your team in the first place, other than the obvious threat of ruining my life if I refuse? I’m not even 18 yet. Besides, are I “G.I.W. jurisdiction”? How would you even manage to swing that?” Danny tried.

“Your Stark’s intern. He’s also joining. From the legal side, you just tag along and continue “interning” for the time being. Also, as for why, if you don’t, I’m fully obligated to turn you over to the G.I.W. under the Anti-Ecto Acts. But right now, as far as they’re concerned, Phantom and Fenton are two entirely separate people, and it can remain that way to anyone outside.”

“But this ‘team’ will know?” Danny asked.

“And S.H.E.I.L.D. already does.”

Danny cursed, realizing he was cornered, “Fuck, fine. But I have another demand if I’m going to do this.”

“What is it?”

“Immunity. The G.I.W. can’t touch me and a few others. I won’t let them hurt those I care about,” Danny said.

“Done. But I have another demand in turn,” Fury coincided, setting down a cuff bracelet.

“I’m not wearing a suppression bracelet,” Danny growled.

“That’s not what this is. It’s insurance.”

“Which means?”

“You’re a threat. Should you step out of line, this will light you up with enough electricity to power an entire skyscraper,” Fury explained.

“And who would pull the trigger?” Danny asked.

“Me. And only me.”

Danny thought about his options, truly, for a moment. If he wanted to, he could easily escape. From what he could tell from the ectosignatures, Fury and the rest of his agents had G.I.W. level blasters, which stung but wouldn’t put him down for the count. The shield was also G.I.W. level despite having some features of his parents’ latest model. Fury and his agents(?) wouldn’t be able to touch him. But if he ran, that was it, it would be the only thing he would be able to do, especially with his secret out in the open.

But if he took the offer, he could get the G.I.W. off his back and a few of his allies too. He’d have to wear the taser bracelet and do whatever the heck Fury wanted with him on this team, fight whatever threat. He’d also get to work with others on this ‘team’, which he wasn’t sure was a good thing or an irritating one. He would only know Mr. Stark.

“Fine.” Danny ceded, snapping the cuff on his right wrist, not feeling a difference in his power levels.

Fury looked smug, “Good. It took you long enough. Grab your food and let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

“Wait what.”

“You have some homework to do on the way.”

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Series: still waters run deep Title: Transitive Existence Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix + Comics semi-fusion), Danny Phantom Chapters: I | II Enablers: @demigodorion @azthedragon @kbobrian (because you three litereally went “do it” soooooo….) Characters: Death of the Endless | Teleute, Time, Clockwork, Danny Fenton Pairings: Night/Time (historical) Tags: Discovery and Ignorance, Death Is Nosy, Clockwork Is Cryptic, Referenced Dream in the Fishbowl, dichotomy of existence, Death is a good big sister, introspective Summary: A New Endless is born, a new sibling of the Seven, a new child of Night and Time. This, predictably, has consequences. Not that Danny really cares. He’s just here to live his life and maybe make friends with these people who’ve been at this whole ‘Endless’ thing longer than he has. And okay maybe the idea of older siblings that aren’t Jazz is an interesting prospect and maybe being accepted by someone who understands is on that list somewhere.

Oh, and there might be something about rescuing a cosmic entity in there but whose counting?

Danny twisted lightly in the air as he floated in the sea of empty green that made up the Ghost Zone almost aimlessly. He'd been sent off by Jazz with a smile and a bag and a kiss to the forehead. There was the promise and threat to return to Physical once his business in the Zone had been done since Danny knew Tucker, Jazz, and Sam had all planned some sort of birthday celebration. Maddie and Jack weren't home, thank the Ancients, otherwise it would have taken more work for Danny to even get into the Zone for this visit.

With a grin Danny twisted to fly on his back as he stared at the expanse. He wondered what Clockwork had to tell him now that he was seventeen. It'd been almost a full year since Clockwork came into his life, nearly three full years since he'd died and revived in equal measure in the lab accident beneath his home. The older ghost had been a godsend after their initial and rough start; his knowledge helped so much in Danny's own growing grasp of his abilities and then his many questions and ever growing curiosity about the Zone. Now Clockwork specifically asked Danny to visit on 'the day of your arrival as a being in the Physical,' which was Clockwork-speak for birthday, apparently. Compared to, 'the day of your making in the Realms,' which apparently was the day of the lab accident. Danny didn't know why Clockwork phrased it like that, but that was the ancient ghost for you.

Not that Clockwork was actually a ghost; Danny had to be blind to not realize there was nothing 'ghostly' about Clockwork, but he lacked the context for what Clockwork is other than a mysterious time-based entity of unfathomable power who had an extreme fondness for young 'Phantoms' such as Danny. Dani did not find Clockwork so fond, but Danny was certain it was merely a lack of exposure that would correct itself in time. After all Clockwork handled everything in the aftermath of Dani's near de-stabilization and Danny hadn't had to worry about Vlad showing his ugly mug ever since! Danny considered that a win in his book, all things considered.

The sound of a ticking clock drew Danny from his thoughts as he leaned his head back and slowed his flight. He passed by a singular, floating clock as the landscape around him began to darken. Jagged bits of earth and rock formed small pathways that dipped through slight hills into peaks and valleys. Danny drifted over to one that he recognized, marked by a signpost with a night-sky purple clock decorated in little stars that looked vaguely like some sort of art project Danny had made when he was three. He always found it a little odd, but then he chalked it up to something that his parents had accidentally dropped into a natural portal that Clockwork eventually found and took a liking to. It at least served as a decent guidepost to being in the right area of the Zone.

With a twist Danny landed his booted feet upon the path, hiked his travel pack that Jazz had shoved at him a little more centered on his shoulders and began to follow the path on foot. It was rude to fly through another ghost's area of the zone unless you had previous permission, and while Clockwork had long given Danny permission to fly if he needed to, Danny preferred being polite. The first few disastrous meetings of the various denizens of the Zone because of his social faux pax made him more than leery of pissing of a being far more powerful than himself.

The remainder of the walk was rather peaceful as this area of the zone began to darken into something more like twilight, the distant lands looked little more than stars in the night sky. Danny always liked this view of the Zone best, and always found the shift and change from endless green to endless night fascinating. His love of it might have had to do with his love of space, but it wasn't wholly because he once dreamed of being an astronaut. The idea that the various lands in the Zone could be likened to small planets or stars had always appealed to him. The Zone was a lot like Space in that way--vast periods of emptiness, inter spaced with small budding galaxies of landmasses that orbited one another. Of course that implied there was some sort of logic or order to the Zone and there wasn't, but Danny thought the comparison was apt.

In the distance the Clock Tower rose up over the edge of the hill. It stood tall as a skyscraper, but as with most things in the Zone the closer you got the smaller it really appeared. By the time Danny was to reach the front porch the Clock Tower was the size of nothing more than a rather tall and thin house instead of the towering shape it appeared in the distance. Danny tilted his head when the door to the Tower opened and out stepped the rather familiar figure of Grias. The strange Observant-attendant ghost was a weird one, not like the rest of their kind that apparently worked to govern this world in the absence of a caretaker. For one thing Grias was kind, for a given measure of what kind meant.

They wasn't an asshole like the others, Danny amended silently as Grias came to a standstill in front of him. Danny remained quiet and watched as the ghost fidgeted with clawed fingers for a moment before they dipped their head with a short, "Lord Phantom."

Danny put on a smile and waved with a short, "Heya, Grias. 'Sup?" He earned a slightly hesitant fanged grin in response from the ghost before it was wiped away into blankness a second later.

"Forgive me, my Lord," Grias said carefully. "Your time with Clockwork will unfortunately be far more brief than previously hoped."

Danny frowned, fingers tightened on the strap of his backpack. He didn't know what Grias meant; he had no idea how long this entire meeting between him and Clockwork was supposed to go anyway, let alone what Clockwork wanted to tell him about that was so important it had to wait for this day specifically. Cautiously, slowly, Danny drew out a soft, "Okay?" and Grias inclined their head.

"You have four hours, my Lord." Four hours? Danny blinked, surprised at a given length of time for this meeting. There wasn't ever really a time put upon Danny's visits with Clockwork in the past, and if something were to be short Danny would anticipate it at being something closer to thirty minutes and not four hours. If Grias considered that brief Danny wondered how much time Clockwork really wanted to have with him. "After that point I am afraid I cannot keep the news from the Council. I am sorry."

Grias bowed once, and in Danny's stunned silence slipped past him and away. Danny blinked after the other ghost with another, quieter, drawn out, "Okay?" followed by a short, "What the fuck?" because nothing of that interaction made sense. After a second Danny shook his head and decided it didn't matter. He turned, marched up to the Clock Tower's door, and pushed it open with a cheerful call out to its resident.

"Hey, Clockwork!"

Clockwork looked up from where he stood, half bent over his own staff which he grasped tight enough to render his knuckles bone white, and graced Danny with a smile.

"Hello, Daniel."

Yeah, Danny decided as he felt that core in his chest tremble with emotion at the clear fondness from his ghostly mentor, whatever Grias was on about didn't matter.

...

Daniel was a curious and often creative child, Time learned in the years he spent with his gaze on his child. The youngest-oldest of his Endless children was so frighteningly like his third child in many ways that more and more often Time let his gaze drift in the direction of Morpheus. A part of him shattered every time he saw his little dream curled into a ball, ignoring the world around him. A part of him worried about the humans who held onto the drops of Dream's power, who used and abused gifts that were stolen. He may have, silently, tweaked a few bits of timeline in a sense of revenge--aged some, forced others to stay younger...but that was not the point. Time drifted back into the here-now to look at Daniel whose lips were pursed at the bombshell of information Time had just lain at his lap.

You are not alone in this universe, Time had uttered softly. There are seven others just as you are.

"Well I guessed as much," Daniel eventually said into the silence. He peered at Time over his knees and pressed his cheek against the bone there, and Time waited patiently. "I mean...Vlad and Dani exist, right?"

For a long moment, Time stared at his child almost uncomprehendingly. The form of it unfolded beneath his gaze with those simple words--things that Daniel should know but treated as unknowable. Ah, the poor boy feared his nature, didn't he? He kept the knowledge from himself to fit himself into the mold of a human when he wasn't. Time sighed deeply and leaned forward. He placed his hands upon his knees as he looked at Daniel with a narrowed gaze.

"Daniel," Time said, and his voice rumbled in this place with barely constrained power, he knew. This must be delicate; a careful extraction of the truth that Daniel willfully denied as ignorance. "What do you see when you look upon me?"

"An ancient and very powerful ghost," came Daniel's prompt reply, and when Time raised his brow Daniel flushed slightly before he mumbled, "I mean it's easier, isn't it?"

"Is it?"

Time watched as Daniel's brow furrowed, as he tried to think of what Time wanted him to acknowledge, before finally Daniel sighed softly.

"Not always, I guess," Daniel whispered into the air, and his words echoed faintly with something on the edge of his grasp. Daniel looked to him then, eyes a bright teal that overtook even the sclera and pupil. It was like looking into the edge of the aurora borealis, a twist of blues and greens that shimmered almost in the way of galaxies but not quite. A hint toward his cosmic parentage, but evidence toward his own unique nature.

"What do you see, child," Time urged softly, and waited for Daniel to look, to put words into what he truly saw before him. Daniel breathed out slowly, and Time let a smile cross his lips as Daniel looked to him with his nature--with the truth of it in his eyes.

"You are older than ancient," Daniel said slowly, words with that echoey quality to them. "From before a moment when things exist. When there was only darkness, and only time, that stood upon a vastness and an emptiness. You will exist even then, always shifting and moving from one moment to another, to another, to another...." Daniel blinked, and his eyes cleared back into bright green that they took upon this form. "You are Time," he said finally, his voice clear. "All of Time made manifest."

"Yes," Time said, and found himself pleased especially with the wide-eyed, awed way that Daniel now looked to him. It looked as if the child truly saw him for the first time.

"Has your hair always been this red?" Daniel asked, voice suddenly bright as he shifted and dropped his knee down. He leaned forward and grasped at the small bit of braided hair that had fallen from beneath Time's hood.

"When I am this young, yes," Time agreed lightly, smile on his lips.

"Oh," Danny whispered, as his gaze darted to Time's face. "Clock, your eyes...."

Time nodded slowly. "Now, little one, what do you see when you gaze upon yourself?" There is a moment, and then Daniel turned his head to the side for a moment. Time watched as he turned that gaze inwards, and his heart broke a little as the next second Daniel jerked away from him with a stricken expression. "Daniel?" Time asked, leaned forward slowly to place his hand upon one thin shoulder of the teenager before him.

"....I'm not human, am I?" Daniel whispered, and looked at Time with that unfathomably Endless gaze. Time smiled sadly in response. "What...what am I? What are you?"

With the care of a parent, even out of practice as he had been and with only the ability to observe the world around him and rarely to interact with it, Time drew Daniel into an embrace as he spoke in soothing cadence, "You are my son, Daniel, and we are Endless." He stroked a hand down Daniel's back, tried to sooth the teenager whose own truths laid bare before him--they had time to wait until Daniel had processed before Time brought up his siblings once more. There was much they needed to go over, in the moment granted to them. Much Daniel needed to know before--Time closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

It did not matter. None of it mattered in the face of his children.

...

The knowledge that he was something other had always been there, Danny knew. He'd always known in the way that he just knew things and in his boundless curiosity on how each item was put together, the workings behind it. His endless fascination with all things space and expanding--Daniel knew he was different. He and Jazz had spent hours and days just talking about it sometimes. Jazz said he might be something called autistic, or have some other developmental difference that made him just a bit unique compared to everyone else. He might also have been adopted, they speculated, given how vastly different to his parents he looked. He had hair that was as dark as the night sky after all, nothing like Jack's dark brown that bordered on black. His eyes were the complete wrong shape too, and the exact shade of blue was not quite the same as the Fenton's, either.

In the end Danny and Jazz had long concluded it didn't matter because Danny was Jazz's brother and Jazz was Danny's sister and Sam and Tucker were his friends. Even becoming what he was now--not half-ghost, Danny knew that was just a story to tell children, something to clarify the differences between him and the others, to ease the knowledge that Danny was other because Danny was other. Each of his 'powers' could easily be pulled from the reality that he was a child of Time and Night, of cosmic beings older than the universe, older than the oldest of universes by any rights. He had the ability to drift among the Physical because he was Endless, much as apparently the others in this family he didn't know about could. He could be seen if he wanted, or unseen if he didn't, and Danny knew he'd always been able to do that. Had always done that. The invisibility, intangibility, had only been something he'd taken up after the Fenton's various discoveries and his own worry about his nature.

Danny stood on the precipice between different species of being. Humans that he most resembled, that the Endless oft appeared as, and then whatever the Infinite Realms demanded he be. The white, the glow, the 'ghostly abilities' and 'ghostly core' were all aspects that pulled from the Neverborn. They weren't 'ghost's' per se, but manifestations of concepts of events, of common discoveries because the Infinite Realm was an Infinite Realm of Discovery, and it was all Danny's. Every thing discovered or learned and everything lost appeared there in one way or another--and in that way everything in the Realm was Neverborn but not necessarily Ancient like Clockwork--like Time.

It mattered in a way Danny didn't understand, except then Clockwork stood to his feet and offered Danny a hand and spoke in that soft, deep bass of his, that he wanted to show him something important. So Danny accepted the grasp and followed Clockwork down the winding halls of the Tower which grew and shrunk as it was needed. He followed Clockwork with red hair and blue eyes and pale-as-death skin with his core in his throat and his world partially upended. He grasp tight to that hand and felt just the slightest bit unmoored, untethered and so young. Youngest of eight--the idea that Danny had siblings just as strange and different as him made him the slightest bit giddy with everything.

The room Clockwork took Danny to was a bare, blank space filled with colors and small nebulae that resembled the sky untainted by light pollution. Danny gaped at it, spun in a circle as he let go of Clockwork's hand to take in everything. There were columns and pillars that wrapped around the room, and set in the center a series of items placed in a semi-circle.

"Your siblings call such a room their Gallery," Clockwork said softly, and drew Danny's attention over toward where he stood in front of a golden ankh. Danny watched how Clockwork stroked his finger along one of the wristwatches that littered his arms as he looked to it, and gestured Danny to come over. "They've built up rules among themselves, ways to conduct their interactions based upon mine and their mother's opinions of such things, and later to bind themselves as Family when things began to...sour, in our absence."

"Why have you been absent?" Danny asked as he stood next to Clockwork--he tried valiantly to again ignore that Clockwork had called himself their father in all things. He would rather unpack that little bit of information at another time, when he could properly decompress and hopefully have Jazz there to mitigate the freak out that was bound to happen. The freak out that he was barely able to stop right now as it was.

Clockwork looked to Danny then, just a sideways glance as he spoke. "I am old, Daniel. I am ancient."

"Yeah your basically dust," Danny quipped back and then winced as Clockwork blinked at him slowly. "Sorry."

"I am not offended," Clockwork chuckled. "You are not wrong. Cosmic dust I may be, yes, and yet...my children had their duties, a hand in their affairs. They did not..." Clockwork paused, lips pressed together.

"You felt like they didn't need you," Danny said and for the longest moment Clockwork nodded his head.

"It did not help that your mother and I had a bit of...well, that we chose to go our separate ways," Clockwork placed the words delicately out there before he turned from them completely. "As it was they did not need us, now fully formed and conscious of their actions. They had no need to be coddled or cared for any longer." He paused for a moment, stared at the wristwatches on his wrists--and Danny counted eight of them, when he'd thought once there were only seven. "I am always with my children, Daniel, even if they cannot see me. I am always watching."

"Yeah but...but you need them too, right?"

Clockwork looked to Danny with eyes that were so sad that it hurt and Danny wasn't sure what he could do to make it better. He opened his mouth, but Clockwork interrupted softly, "It is more complicated than that, child." When Danny went to counter the statement Clockwork reached out and grasped his hand and tugged him forward. "Here, grasp this."

Danny closed his mouth, breathed through his nose, and then grasped at the golden ankh with a roll of his eyes as Clockwork began to explain the workings of the Gallery. Why the Gallery was in the Clock Tower Danny didn't know, but he bet it was just some weirdness about the Zone and not that this was actually located in the Clock Tower at all. He wondered if anyone in the Zone could find him here, if he found his way to this place. Were the Observants aware of Danny and Clockwork in this space? Were the Observants aware of what Clockwork was? Danny doubted it; he doubted they would bother to try and order around a literal cosmic entity of Time like Clockwork was if they knew.

"Are you listening to me, Daniel?" Clockwork asked, and Danny blinked and then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. He thought he heard a sound, faint and in the distance that reminded him of wings, but he did not let himself dwell on it as he replied to Clockwork a bit embarrassed.

"No, sorry. Got lost in my thoughts."

"Be careful with that; ones thoughts can be a dangerous place to wander off alone in after all!"

Danny whipped around, surprised enough to drop the ankh in his hand as it clattered to the ground. He did not miss the wince that crossed the woman's face in front of him, the ways she glanced to the ankh and then to Clockwork before finally her gaze landed on Danny. Her lips tugged up into a wide grin, and she seemed for a moment as if she would open her arms before she thought better of it.

"Felt you holding on to that for a while without saying anything and figured I should stop by and see what was what," she said brightly.

Danny looked down to the ankh, and then scrambled to pick it up and place it back on its pedestal with a faint blush and a mumbled, "Sorry."

"It's alright, little brother," Death said with a soft smile. "I'm not busy at the moment." She glanced once more to Clockwork with a raised brow, and Clockwork peered back at her from beneath the hood of his cloak. "Got to say I'm surprised to see you here, father."

Danny looked down and mumbled, "He was showing me this place."

Death arched an eyebrow. "Was he?" For a moment Danny could almost taste the way the air got tense, and then Death stepped forward and smiled reassuringly at Danny and said, "Well then, what has he told you about this place?"

Danny blinked at her, and then looked to each of the pedestals. "This is a...Gallery. A way to contact...contact my siblings." He stumbled over that, calling them siblings because while that is what they were, Danny was still new to the concept of it.

"Yes," Death agreed. "Did he tell you of the rules?"

Clockwork shifted, and then wrapped his arm around Danny's shoulders. Danny could feel the edge of his cloak brush past his knees and almost touch Death with the motion. "I had not gotten that far before you interrupted, daughter."

Death snorted. "Of course not." She righted her own sigil, and Danny watched her do so as she began to speak and explain the rules to him softly. "We are not allowed to interfere in each others business. It helps keep the peace between our sphere's of influence, you know? I wouldn't want Destiny to mess around with the souls I lead to the Sunless Lands, just as I am sure Destiny would not want me to meddle in his affairs, either."

Danny blinked, said cautiously, "Destiny?" and Death smiled at him in response as she gestured to the book on the first pedestal.

"Destiny's sigil," Death said softly. "It leads to his own Realm, The Garden of Forking Ways. Destiny, Potmos, tends to be rather solitary." Death moved on to the ankh. "This is mine, and leads to the Sunless Lands. I am Death, or Teleute," here Teleute winked and Danny flushed faintly even as his eyes widened in realization of her Function. She moved on to the next, a strange mask as she gestured and spoke. "This is my younger brother, your older brother, Dream's sigil. It leads to the Dreaming." She lingered here, and Danny watched her curious before she moved on to the next sigil, a sword, which Death stared at for a long lingered moment before she only said it belonged to Destruction and then moved on.

Following the sword was a glass heart that belonged to Desire, leading to The Threshold. After that was a hooked ring for Despair and a place called The Gray Realm. A swirl of colors apparently belonged to his older sister Delirium and a location known as Madness. Danny took all of this in for the moment before Death looked him up and down and then rocked back on her heels. Clockwork still stood at his back, hand upon his shoulder as a comforting presence in the middle of all of this new knowledge about his life.

"What about you, little brother?" Death asked, and Danny looked up at her in surprise. "I've talked about each of us," and she had, even if she glossed over Destruction rather quickly, "so tell me a bit about you and this place of yours." She smiled reassuringly at him, and Danny scuffed his feet for a moment before he looked to Clockwork who nodded slowly in response.

"I'm..." Danny breathed out slowly and then straightened his back as he looked at Death and said, "I am Discovery, and this is the Infinite Realm."

Death smiled even wider, and with a soft laugh wrapped Danny into a hug as she said, "Welcome to the family, little brother." Hesitantly, surprised at the action, Danny wrapped his own arms back around Death in a hug, and then let a small smile cross his face as his core hummed, rather pleased with the acknowledgement of family.

...

It was hours later, after Death had finished explaining the Rules that she and the others had put together to keep things civil--hours of wandering out of the Gallery and back into the Clock Tower which had left Death a bit surprised by all the time related items here, and then the admission from Clockwork, Time--which Danny was still processing that little revelation--himself that he had been in this Realm for some time now--settled into it, was well known to it--that had resulted in a rather flinty eyed gaze from his--his older sister. Teleute, as she whispered to call him if he felt more comfortable--

"Call me Danny, then. Or Phantom when I'm....like this. Uhm. Unless you prefer Discovery?"

"Any of them is fine, little brother, but what do you mean by 'like this'?"

--and then she made her excuses, that she had some work to do, but she told him not to be a stranger and if he needed help to always ask. The worst she could do was tell him she was too busy in the moment, but she promised if it was dire she would be there. Danny didn't miss the way Clockwork's lips pursed at that, or miss the way Teleute's breath hitched when Danny and switched from being 'Ghost' to 'Human' and that she mouthed a name that made his chest ache. Perhaps it was part of his 'Function' to notice the little things, to put together the secrets that were otherwise attempted to be kept from him. At any rate once she was gone he turned to Clockwork--to Time--who stared at him patiently and waited.

"What was she not telling me?" Danny turned and asked Clockwork, once she was gone. "About...about Destruction and Dream?"

Clockwork sighed heavily, and then gestured for Danny to follow him. They went from the Gallery to the Room of Windows which was an area that opened up viewing portals to various points in time. Danny had been there before, when Clockwork had punted him into the future to learn about--about himself, he supposed. He wondered now about the evil future him, Dan, and how he had been twisted in such a way as to be that.

"Your brother Destruction," Clockwork spoke softly, "grew rather tired of his Function and decided he wanted control of it no longer. So he left, and cut off ties to rest of the family."

"But...but destruction is necessary," Danny frowned. "Without it creation can't exist."

"And I am sure you can see that both exist well and good without your brother actively working," Clockwork pointed out with a small smile, and Danny nodded with a furrowed brow. "Destruction did not truly leave his post, merely....stopped placing his hand in things. There have been consequences, but not near so dire as there could have been."

One of the Windows showed a red haired man in some sort of art class working on a sculpture. Danny blinked and then looked to Clockwork who winked at him for a moment before that Window closed out.

"As for Dream..." Clockwork's lips thinned and he nodded toward another of the Windows. Danny turned to look, and then all of him froze. He felt his core stutter in his chest--felt the burning ache of anger began to boil somewhere deep within him. It was a rage he was familiar with, one he felt when Jazz had been hurt by an ex-boyfriend of hers years and years ago. He clenched his hands into fists as he stared at a dark haired, blue eyed, naked man in a fishbowl. He couldn't articulate himself, just looked to Clockwork whose gaze was focused on the Window and so--sad.

"Your brother has been trapped in this way since the early twentieth century," Clockwork spoke softly. "This has had...consequences, upon the Physical." He motioned toward another Window, a pair of Windows actually set beside each other. One was of a vibrant, almost fantastical land--the other that same land in ruins. "And it has had consequences upon the Dreaming, as well."

Danny swallowed heavily, and then asked, "Why has no one helped him?" almost hoarsely.

Clockwork looked at him, for a long inscrutable moment, and then said, "Because he has not asked," and Danny blinked because--right, the Rules that Death had told him about. The stupid agreements between the siblings. Danny crossed his arms and scowled back.

"Could he ask?" Danny demanded, wanted to know if this older brother of his was stupid enough not to ask for help when he needed it.

"No," Clockwork agreed, and then Danny nodded once, sharply.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go get him out!"

Clockwork smiled, a slow and sad thing and Danny didn't know what this smile meant except that it made his core curl and twist uncomfortably. It wasn't reassuring, but it also wasn't terrifying. Yet Clockwork still nodded slowly to Danny's request--his demand--and with a twist of the hands of a clock a portal opened for them to step through. Before Danny did so Clockwork placed a hand upon his shoulder.

"Stay out of sight," Clockwork said softly. "Do you understand?" For a moment Danny said nothing, then nodded once and slipped into that spectrum of space between that was Invisibility and Intangibility--a step toward Oblivion. Then, both of them stepped through the portal and into the basement of the Burgess Estate in Wych Cross.

#fanfic #fic: still waters run deep #fic: transitive existence #danny phantom #clockwork #time of the endless #death of the endless

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