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nillathecake · 5 hours ago

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doji's son au. an excerpt

i only ever really talk about this in the discord server, but i'm going insane. i'm still in the early stages of my fanfic, but i wanted to share it anyway. it lives in my head rent-free.

canon is a suggestion. they are like my special dolls.

anyway, uh. doji's son au? masamune is doji's son. he's more or less involved in all the dark nebula bs, more or less against his will. and i'll make a more comprehensive post about this later. for now enjoy this excerpt from my fanfic.

it features everyone's favorite ancient god king spirit dead alive boy ryuuga, doji, and masamune who is like... five. plays some time after ryuuga was discovered. suspend your disbelief about it a bit, it's an au for a reason.

Ryuuga was not someone to be messed with or regarded to without caution. He supposed anyone else would not consider it a smart move to let his young son play with the other, with minimal supervision and no safety precautions. Masamune had been happy enough to accept Ryuuga as a new addition to the family, regarding the other with curiosity at first, before quickly deciding that he liked him. He’d tried convincing the other to play more times than Doji cared to remember, and each time he’d been turned down. It was a wonder there had been no tantrums following the rejections, but Masamune had surprised him with his determination, never giving up, and persisting despite the obvious disinterest the other displayed. Masamune had told his father he wanted to convince the other to battle him, but that was where Doji had drawn the line. They might not yet have the forbidden bey in their possession just yet, but even without it, he knew that a Bey in Ryuuga’s hands was not to be underestimated. He doubted that Ryuuga would care that his opponent was a child, and while he may not be the most affectionate father, even Doji did not want his son killed by the brute force a god could conjure up. That meant, though, that Masamune’s means of convincing Ryuuga were limited and his arsenal was next to nothing. Of course a god emperor would not want to play dolls with a young boy. It was a ridiculous thought, that it felt almost like a fever dream to see it right in front of his eyes. More or less, at least. Ryuuga wasn’t playing, at least not really. He was holding up a doll, regarding it with minimal interest while Masamune was trying to explain the plot of his little game to him. It was one of those stories that Doji had never cared enough for to know what it was actually about, so it wasn’t as if he was following along, but it was one that Masamune seemed particularly passionate about. He heard him flip between his languages in his excitement, and then carry on as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Ryuuga either seemed to not mind or not care. He wondered if language barriers would even be an issue to the entity, and Doji made a mental note to test that later on.

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nillathecake · 3 days ago

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Phantom Rescue

ao3

ffn

word count: 1785

prompt: Good dad Jack reveal! @underforeversgrace

sequeal to Phantom Reproof @bellsandmischief

hehehe

The rain pelted into Dash’s face as he ran down the street. He had to do something. He had to fix this.

He skidded on the wet sidewalk as he turned a corner, his feet slapping against the ground.

He couldn’t sit and do nothing. Not when he knew that Phantom- that Danny was stuck in there while they tortured him and did god knows what to him. Dash hadn’t even been there in that room with him for more than five minutes and that already seemed so bad. He couldn’t imagine what else they might be doing to him.

The next time Dash turned a corner he almost fell forward on the ground. When he looked up he could see the neon Fentonworks sign lighting up the street. He was almost there.

What was he even going to say? Would they believe him?

He ran up to the building, dread building up in his stomach. He went up the stairs, skipping a stair with each step.

He knocked on the door, out of breath. After he knocked a couple more times more insistently he could hear someone shuffling around on the other side.

Jack Fenton pulled the door open and gave Dash a peculiar look. Thunder rumbled in the sky above them.

“Are you here to see Danny?”

Dash’s breath hitched in his chest and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He choked a sob out and Jack’s eyes widened.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” He placed his hands on Dash’s shoulders and bent down to be at his eye level. “Where’s Danny?”

Dash shook his head and covered his face with his hands. He wanted to curl up on the stairs right there.

Tears dripped off of Dash’s face.

“My dad- he forced me to- I didn’t-“

Jack let go of one of Dash’s shoulders and gently pushed him inside the door with the hand that was still on his back.

“Slow down. What happened? Why are you here?”

Dash looked up at him. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“My dad somehow found out I was hanging out with Phantom. He works for the GIW. They captured him and he brought me in to teach me a lesson about not trusting ghosts. But Phantom wasn’t just a ghost.”

Jack’s brows furrowed. “This is about Phantom?”

Dash shook his head. “Phantom isn’t just a ghost. I’m pretty sure Danny is Phantom.”

Jack’s eyes widened and he swayed on his feet.

“How are you so sure of this?” Jack moved to sit on the couch. “What led you to that conclusion?”

“After my dad made me-” Dash choked back the words. “Before we left, I saw that Phantom was mouthing a word to me. I couldn’t tell what it was at first. But then I realized he was saying ‘Fenton’.”

Jack rubbed a hand over his face and sighed.

“And if you’re wrong?”

Dash shook his head. “I don’t think I am.”

Jack stood back up and walked back up to Dash.

“Let’s go get our boy back.”

~~~~~~~

They sat outside the GIW building, watching the doors. They had a barebone plan. Dash was skeptical of it. How were they going to take on all these people on their own?

Jack suddenly stood up and started walking to the building. He sounded clunky with all the equipment he had on him. Dash quickly followed behind him and looked around them. He felt like his dad was going to pop out at them from nowhere.

They walked through the front doors. There was a receptionist sitting quietly at the front desk, snoring. Jack motioned at Dash and he quietly tiptoed up to him and grabbed his badge off of his jacket. Then they snuck past him to the elevator. They scanned the badge and the doors opened.

They walked in and Dash turned and looked up around them. There was a camera in the corner of the elevator. Dash took a deep breath.

“That badge will only get us so far.” Dash glanced at Jack. “There are a couple of doors that had to be opened for us last time.”

Jack patted his bag that was slung over his shoulder. “That’s what this is for.”

Dash looked at it until the elevator door opened. He didn’t know what Jack had packed into the bag when he was down in the lab.

They stepped out and headed down the hallway. It was quiet, but that was to be expected in the middle of the night.

They turned the corner and saw two agents standing at the first door.

“Hey!” They took a step forward. “Who are you?”

“Jack Fenton. You guys have wronged the wrong family.”

“You need to-“

Jack interrupted the agent when he pulled an ecto rifle out of his bag. He aimed it at the agent and it splattered a sticky mess all over him, pushing him against the wall and trapping him there.

The second agent came at Dash and he stepped back and swung his own bag at him. The metal bolt cutters that were in hit knocked him in the head and he fell to the ground.

Jack scanned the badge and they ran through the doorway. Some didn’t have agents guarding the door but they took them down much the same way as the first two they saw.

Next was the door the badges couldn’t open for them. Jack shot them with the sticky ectoplasm again and pulled a Fenton grenade out of his bag. He placed it on the floor and ran back. Dash could see the agents widen their eyes from where they were as they struggled to get out of the sticky mess.

The grenade went off and sent shrapnel flying down towards them in the hallway. Dash squinted through the dust and ran forward when he saw he could get through.

Only one agent stood on the other side. He rushed at them with a sparking baton. Dash could hear the electricity as he swung it through the air.

Jack took the butt of his rifle and hit the agent in the back of the head with it. The sound of it cracked through the air and Dash flinched at the sound it made. They were almost there. They just had to get through the last door into Danny’s room.

Jack placed another Fenton Grenade on the floor and pulled Dash through the previous doorway as the explosion went off. Dash coughed and watched as the dust cleared.

The door to Danny’s room was gone. They could get in.

They ran in and Jack took his gun and started hitting the glass separating them from Danny. It made loud thumping sounds against the glass. It cracked and Danny finally looked up at them. He made eye contact with Dash.

He looked even worse off than when Dash’s dad had brought him here.

With one more hit, Jack shattered the glass. Dash waited for the glass to finish flying before he ducked in. He pulled out the pair of bolt cutters that he had in his bag and used it to cut Danny down from the chains holding him up. Dash threw the bolt cutters aside and grabbed Danny, throwing the other boy’s arm around his shoulders and hoisting him to his feet next to him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A chill crawled up Dash’s spine at the sound of the voice behind him. He turned around with Danny in his arms to look.

His dad was standing there glaring at him. He could feel it, even through the sunglasses. Dash couldn’t move. He just stared at him.

“I said, what are you doing?”

Dash’s dad took a step towards them but Jack stepped in between them. He towered over his dad. He’d never thought he’d ever see his dad be made small.

“We’re taking Phantom out of here. What you’re doing isn’t right.”

His dad raised an eyebrow at Jack. “Oh? What changed your mind? Aren’t you the self proclaimed ghost experts that say all ghosts are evil? That all they’re capable of is manipulation and they feel no real pain or emotions?”

Jack turned to look at Danny. His expression steeled.

“We were wrong.”

Dash’s dad barked out a laugh and it made him jump. “You’re just letting them manipulate you. Look at all that Phantom has done to our town. You’d really sacrifice your own freedom for his?”

“He deserves his freedom.” Jack ground out. “And you’ll pay for taking that from him.”

“Ahhh.” Dash’s dad breathed out with a smirk on his face. “Have the two of you discovered his secret?”

Dash’s eyes widened and his grip tightened on Danny.

He could feel the fury rolling off of Jack.

“Did you know this whole time?”

Dash’s dad shrugged.

“How do you think we were able to capture him so easily? He’s much weaker in his human disguise, though I don’t know why that is.”

Dash could feel his world spinning. His dad brought him here to torture him knowing he was Danny Fenton?

Jack growled. He heard his dad take a step towards him.

“He's a really good mimic, I admit.” Dash’s dad drawled out. “But that’s all he is. There’s nothing human about him. The goal is to manipulate you. Your son-”

Dash jumped when he heard the sound of Jack’s weapon hitting his dad in the head. It sent him to the floor. He tried to get back up but Jack hit him one more time and then he didn’t get back up again, knocked out.

“Jackass.”

Dash turned his head to look down at Danny. His eyes were still closed but he was taking a deep breath, and then let out a cough. Dash’s eyes widened and he let out a mildly hysterical chuckle. He rested his head on the top of Danny’s hair.

“Thank god. I’m glad you’re-”

Danny coughed again. He lifted an arm up to wrap around Dash’s back.

“Me too.” Danny leaned in closer to him. “Thank you for getting help.”

Jack ran over to the two of them and wrapped his arms around both of them, lifting them up into the air. Dash heard Danny groan next to him.

“Really sore, dad.”

He could feel Jack squeeze them even tighter before putting them back on the ground.

“Sorry. I just- If we’d known-”

Danny shook his head. “I didn’t tell you guys. It’s not your fault.”

Jack nodded and started heading back towards the entrance of the room. Dash helped guide Danny over the destroyed entrance. Jack turned to look at them over his shoulder with a smile.

“Let’s go home.”

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nillathecake · 27 days ago

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