#VLAD IN A HOODIE

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 309

Danny huddled beneath the mass of warm scales, trying to avoid the rain that sputtered and hissed into steam whenever it touched the resting form of the older halfa. He choked on broken chirps, burying his head against his tail. Everything hurt, one of his paws and wings gone- what had the wanted them for- 

He sniffled, not wanting to cry. At least- at least Jordan had managed to get them out, it could have been worse. Ancients, it could have been so much worse. Mom and Dad were… Ancients he didn’t want to even think about it- 

A huff of smoke wafted over him, and he looked up into Dan’s crimson eye- the other gone to do who knows what with. It was time to go- they couldn’t stay in one place, they had to keep moving lest the GIW catch up. They didn’t have a choice, not now, not if they didn’t want to die- if they ever could now. It didn’t matter.��

He stayed limp as he was picked up by the scruff, the rain soaking into his fur and scales (and still-healing injuries) as the larger dragon launched into the sky. They just had to keep moving, avoid any people, heroes included, and keep moving. Just keep moving.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Dead End Diner

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The neon sign above the little corner diner buzzed faintly, its flickering letters spelling out The Dead End. Rain drizzled from the Gotham sky, casting reflections of sickly green and crimson across the slick asphalt. Crime, chaos, and capes ruled the night—but inside the warm diner, a world of sizzling grills, greasy coffee, and ghost-proof walls thrived in peace.

Danny Fenton wiped down the countertop, ghost core humming gently with contentment.

Leaving Amity Park had been easy once his parents screamed the word “monster.” The lab accident that gave him ghost powers had changed everything, and not everyone could handle the truth. Especially Jack and Maddie Fenton.

Vlad Masters hadn’t taken rejection well either. Maddie still wanted nothing to do with him—half ghost or not. In a final, dramatic end, Vlad destroyed his ghost half and drank himself into the grave. The only note he left behind was a signed will, bequeathing everything to Daniel Fenton.

So now Danny was wealthy.

And utterly, devastatingly bored.

Money didn’t thrill him. Mansions made him feel lonely. Charity galas were stiff and full of liars. So he’d packed up and moved to the most chaotic, unpredictable, high-stakes city he could think of: Gotham.

He bought a crumbling building right in the Narrows, cleaned it out, reinforced it with ghost tech and some stolen WayneTech from Vlad’s stash, and opened a 24/7 diner.

He called it The Dead End.

It was a hit almost instantly. Not because of the food, though it was great (Danny had a mean hand with greasy spoons), but because of the way he ran it.

“Pay if you can, eat if you’re hungry, and don’t be a jerk.”

Word spread. The homeless knew they’d get warm soup and hot fries. Night-shift nurses sat next to henchmen on break. Cops blinked awkwardly at villains scarfing pancakes. No fights, no weapons, no questions. If a rogue battle broke out outside, people flooded in for shelter. Danny never locked the doors.

He sat behind the counter and watched the madness through the windows, eating his waffles in peace. If he had to step out and go invisible to redirect a missile away from his roof, well, that was his business.

Gotham’s vigilantes didn’t see it that way.

Nightwing was the first to break in.

Danny caught him perched on the rafters like an oversized, very broody bat.

“You want eggs or pancakes?” Danny asked, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.

“…I’m not here to eat.”

“Then you broke into my diner for nothing? That’s kinda rude.” Danny gestured to the stools. “Sit. I’m not feeding a potential burglar unless he’s sitting.”

Grumbling, Nightwing slid down and took a seat.

A week later, Red Hood tripped the back alarm. He got a grilled cheese shoved into his hands before he could say a word.

Tim Drake hacked the registers. Danny dumped a milkshake in his lap and gave him a free slice of pie “as an apology.”

Spoiler got caught trying to blend in by wearing a hoodie. She got extra whipped cream and a “next time just ask for a table.”

They kept coming. Not even Batman himself was immune. One evening, the lights flickered and dimmed as a familiar voice echoed behind him.

“You’re not what you seem.”

Danny, utterly unbothered, slid a coffee mug across the counter.

“And you look like you need caffeine and a therapist.”

The cowl’s frown deepened. “How is your building still standing after Joker launched a rocket at this block?”

“I reinforced it,” Danny said, sipping his soda. “Ghost-proof, explosion-dampening, and built with spite. That helps.”

“You let known criminals hide here.”

“I let everyone hide here. I’m not a cop, Bats. I’m a fry cook.”

“You’re not just a fry cook.”

Danny’s eyes shimmered green.

“No,” he said. “I’m also a ghost. Now sit your haunted butt down and let me feed you before you faint from low blood sugar.”

Eventually, the Bats gave up trying to prove he was a villain.

Instead, they started… showing up.

Red Robin brought his laptop and camped at a booth during patrol. He claimed it was “recon,” but Danny always brought him extra hash browns.

Red Hood “accidentally” forgot his helmet once and got his favorite booth permanently labeled “Angry Soup Guy.”

Nightwing flirted with the waitress, annoyed Danny to no end, and somehow ended up helping wash dishes on busy nights.

Even Batman… tolerated the place. He’d never admit it, but he once grunted “thanks” after Danny saved Batgirl from getting crushed by falling debris—without revealing her identity or asking questions.

The Rogues started calling Danny “Ghost Chef.”

The vigilantes? “Spook Fry.”

He’d been called worse.

One night, just before closing, Danny flipped the sign to CLOSED and leaned against the window. Outside, Scarecrow and Batwoman were having a rooftop showdown. The sky was full of smoke and red light. He yawned.

Behind him, Damian Wayne sat sipping a very serious cup of cocoa and glared at the sugar skull art on the wall.

“You’re suspicious,” Damian said. “You let Joker’s goons eat here last week.”

“They paid in stolen casino chips. I took it. Better than nothing.”

“You don’t fear us.”

“I don’t fear much.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’re hiding something.”

Danny winked. “Aren’t we all?”

The Dead End became legend.

A safe zone. A neutral ground. A place where Penguin’s thugs might sit next to Batgirl and silently agree not to wreck the place.

Danny never asked questions, and he always served the best damn pancakes in Gotham.

He’d been disowned. Betrayed. Abandoned. But in Gotham, the city of masks and monsters, he found peace in chaos, purpose in pancakes, and power in doing what no one else dared: building something kind in a world built on fear.

And honestly?

That was way more fun than being rich.

[apatheticsunday]

Phantom of the Manor

AKA "The Batfam unintentionally start giving ritual offerings to the Phantom. Danny, who's been mistaken as the Phantom of the Opera, is wondering why his hoodie pockets are full of tomato slices??" prompt idea!

Headcanon that Ghosts become more powerful the more people believe in them, kind of like deities. Danny's never really had to deal with the whole "ritualistic sacrifices to Bloody Mary" or "superstitious prayers against Davey Jones" because Phantom is a Hafta. Danny doesn't need people to believe in him or worship him.

So, he's never gotten a ritual offering before.

Which is why he's absolutely baffled when he shoves his hand into his hoodie pocket to grab his phone and feels something... squishy. And cold. Both Sam and Tucker scream as Danny jolts to his feet with a squeamish shriek. He damn near Goes Ghost as he tries to tear off his hoodie, regardless of the staring mall-walkers. Danny finally manages to fling the hoodie onto their table, scrambling to Sam and Tucker's sides, trying to breath through a panicked: "There'ssomethinginmypocket!!"

Sam carefully pokes around until she finds... squished tomato slices? They're oily and salted like a tomato caprese without the cheese. Which is an interesting choice for a snack. You'd think Danny would at least use a Ziplock bag or something?

("Ancients! Of course, I didn't put them there, Sam!")

Fast-forward a couple of weeks. Danny's going insane because why the hell are there tomatoes literally everywhere? Every couple of days (or hours, depending on the day), he finds different types of tomatoes all over the place. In bed when he wakes up. In his jean pockets at school. Even in the shower, he'll be blindly trying to find the shampoo bottle and come across a handful of grape tomatoes. He can't. Handle. It. Anymore. Danny's going to become the "Tomato Man" at school from how often he randomly pulls out tomatoes from his pockets. Like he needs another reason for Dash to mock him.

The last straw was when Danny was Full Ghost and felt something... itchy in his suit. He knew before he saw it. Danny tentatively pulled the sleeve of his suit open, silently praying that it wasn't what he thought it was, and- yeah. There's V-8 smeared from his goddamn elbow to wrist. He had to fight with tomato juice in his suit for several hours. And that's it; Danny literally can't take it anymore. He goes to Frostbite, begging the Yeti to help him with his Tomato Problem.

Only to be told he's receiving offerings. Which are apparently incredibly sacred and should be appreciated. (It'd be easier to appreciate if it was, like, cash or something. Maybe a Nintendo Switch. Instead, his patrons are worshipping him by offering... tomatoes. Great.)

So, clearly, the only option is to go straight to the source (i.e., his patrons) and tell them to Fucking Stop Giving Me Tomatoes. The next time he feels something weighty in his pocket (gross!), he follows the thready connection of his worshippers through a portal.

And Danny steps out in his full Ghost Regalia (because clearly they're worshipping Phantom, right? So Danny can't exactly show up in ripped jeans and his favorite NASA hoodie). The family sits at a dinner table... which is a little weird, since he'd expected an altar or something. But even weirder is the beady, predatory that look borderline-violent staring at him from everybody at the table. There's an uncomfortable silence more tense than dinners at Vlad's mansion.

Then, Danny carefully scoops out the soupy, baked grape tomatoes from his pocket and dumps them on the table. He doesn't wait for them to question it, just points to the tomatoes and says, "I appreciate the offerings, really, but it's gotta stop. It's gross. I have to wash tomato juice out of my clothes every day. If you're gonna leave an offering, no. More. Tomatoes. Please."

The oldest man seems jolted out of his stupor.

"Excuse me, but could you please explain why you've come to our home?" The man asks cordially. (As if Danny couldn't see him carefully gripping his steak knife like a throwing dart. And that's just rude, honestly. Danny was invited.)

"Uh, I'm Phantom? You literally give me offerings every day. Again, I appreciate it, I never thought I'd have diehard fans, but I don't even really like tomatoes. I mean, they're fine in salsa and stuff, but even I won't eat pocket-tomatoes."

"I believe there may be a misunderstanding. We don't worship a deity named Phantom nor have we left any offerings." The oldest says. He seems like he's about to continue when one of the black-haired adults interrupts him with a nervous, "Uh, B? About that..."

So. Yeah. It turns out Dick Grayson and Jason Todd forced the family to watch Phantom of the Opera, which spawned the joke of offering any food they don't like (i.e., tomatoes) to "the Phantom" (i.e., their trashcan). More than half the family doesn't like tomatoes and Alfred uses it as a punishment for breaking something, overworking, etc. They'd gotten pretty sneaky about scraping their leftovers into the bin but had gotten into a habit of saying "this one's for the Phantom, a treat for the Phantom," or something incredibly stupid like that.

Danny's just... a little relieved, honestly? Because he's literally fifteen and wouldn't really know what to do with followers if he had them. Plus, now he doesn't have to worry about waking up with tomatoes in his bed or making excuses for all his tomato-hoarding while at school. (Which was not necessarily the right thing to mention to Bruce "Serial Adopter" Wayne. Practically the whole table turned to stare at Bruce when Danny mentioned he's apparently an underage deity, waiting for Bruce to sweep in with a well-executed, "Well, it's getting late. Why don't you stay the night?" Because Bruce apparently can't help himself from collecting another black-haired, blue-eyed kid.)

[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[nightingale-prompts]

Deathday Party

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Tim had no idea he was being courted by Danny and was making his way to an official engagement at this rate. What he did know was that Danny had invited him to an important party at the mansion of none other then Vlad Masters.

Danny had mentioned that his family and Masters had a rocky past but it had gotten better before he left for university. Tim wasn't convinced due to the stories Danny had offhandly mentioned. The guy had tried to out Danny to his parents and rallied the town against him. So excuse Tim for not wanting Danny to go back to a homophobic town like that and a bastard who did something so petty just because a kid's mom wouldn't sleep with you.

But Danny was his friend. The only normal friend he had who treated him like this. Sure he really likes giving gifts and has a fascination for flowers but that's all the more reason to look after him. It was pure luck that Tim befriended him before a cult did.

Tim was still going to supportive and still needed to make it up to Danny for not visiting Amity Park last time. So he packed and boarded the plane a few days before the party.

Danny began introducing Tim to everyone in his family. For the most part, it was a warm welcome. Danny's dad told him that they would have to sleep in separate rooms because "He knows how boys could be and there will be no funny business."

Tim was indignant but reminded himself to be polite. Danny's dad may not be the most accepting of LGBT people but this was his home.

Danny only blushed and brushed his dad off, after all, he and Tim hadn't even kissed yet.

Danny's friends were cool though. Sam was definitely the source of Danny's gothic tendencies. She and Danny discussed herbs, crystals, and graveyards together while Tim got to know Tucker.

The next day they went to the Masters' estate and Tim met Danny's other family. Dani or Elle was Danny's little sister or cousin or something. It was confusing but she immediately took a liking to Tim.

"Ooo, he's cute~ You dont mind sharing right Danny?" She teased linking arms with Tim.

"Knock it off Elle. He's too old for you anyway and if Vlad heard you he'd set Tim on fire." Danny admonished her pulling her off by the hoodie.

Tim didn't catch that Danny was being completely serious about the fire part.

Vlad Masters would be out of the house until the party that night but the mansion was being set up for the event. Apparently, the "Deathday" party was a bigger deal than Tim thought. The guest list was a mile long.

From what Tim gathered a death day was a celebration of life after a near-death experience. Like if someone flatlined during surgery and are brought back. Its actually a pretty smart way to deal with trauma by making the event a reason to celebrate.

Tim had heard from Danny of the day he was electrocuted and that it changed his life. He definitely had the scar to prove it. Danny had gotten a UV tattoo over it or something because it glowed faintly at night. It was pretty cool.

That evening Tim was handed his costume for the event. The party had a royal theme, something that didn't seem like Danny's idea. Still, Danny's silver and ivy green dublette looked...pretty good. Tim dressed in a similar red and gold suit.

"You look good." Danny pulled out an ornate emerald cravat pin and pinned it to Tim label.

"You too," Tim said without thinking but Danny smiled before going back to putting the finishing touches on their outfits.

It was...intimate to say the least as Danny pulled back Tim's hair. He fastened their capes and a (fake) dagger to his belt.

Danny put put on a subtle layer of makeup. Darkening his eyes, cheeks, and lips. It gave him a pale and deathly appearance.

"I have to look my best. I don't want anyone to think I'm just using you as arm candy." Danny laughed.

"That implies that you are using me as that already." Tim jested but stopped when Danny pointed to the makeup trey. "You're joking."

"Im not. It's an important event and this isn't Gotham. There are alot of people i want you to meet. Just play along." Danny begged.

Tim agreed letting Danny put on a bit of black and red makeup.

"Aww, Tim. You look absolutely ghastly. Your funeral ready." Danny gushed as he turned to grab the last things they needed. Two circlets with stars emblems embedded in them.

Tim laughed internally. Danny was always to positive Tim forgot just how goth he was. Tim knew he shouldn't be surpised.

Tim and Danny walked to the mansion's ballroom which was full of guests dressed similarly to them. The room glowed eerily under green-flamed torches. Very gothic. On second thought this suited Danny.

A staff member er...servant announced their arrival.

"His Highness the High Prince of the realm of infinite space and his guest."

None other than Vlad Masters approached. He had thrown this party for his godson and wanted everything perfect. He eyed Tim critically before speaking to Danny.

"Daniel I heard about your...friend from Elle. Its that what he is?" Masters studied.

"He's my-"

"Boyfriend! I'm his boyfriend." Tim interrupted. He was not going to let this homophonic piece of shit undermine Danny's sexuality again and try to embarrass him. Especially on such an I'm day. " Tim Drake, son of Bruce Wayne and head of Wayne Industries. I've heard a LOT about you Mr.Masters."

After a moment Vlad nodded and smiled.

"You've chosen well. He's quite the catch my boy. Happy Death Day." Vlad patted Danny on the back before going to mingle with Danny's parents who where tearing up the cheese platter.

Danny blinked owlishly at Tim. Tim had never used that word yet, Danny thought they were not at that stage yet.

"Sorry Danny, i got caught up." Tim sighed.

"You know he's going to tell everyone right?" Danny laughed "I hope you're ready."

Danny dragged Tim to meet his ghost friends for the rest of the evening between dancing and eating.

Tim had fun meeting Danny's fellow goth friends who complimented him a lot. They were definitely strange but they really loved Danny. The whole party was like a Renaissance festival meets one of those novels that Jason loved. Actually, Jason would be so jealous of him right now. Tim made sure to take pictures. Some of them came out fuzzy but it was enough to make Jason mad.

[chiara-hotel]

Wearing Their Clothes

Characters: Hugo Vlad, Harumasa, Lighter, Evelyn, Miyabi, Trigger

✧ Hugo loves taking his hat off and putting it on your head; he loves just seeing his things on you.

✧ Even if you get cold and he lends you his jacket, he loves seeing you wear it, knowing that you're dating him

✧ Although, if you ever take his hat off of his head and put it on yours? He'll feel flustered for a moment before regaining his composure and teasing you about it. But also he'll feel proud that he's yours, and you are his

✧ His hat often takes trips between your house and his house, but his clothes, however, usually stay with him

✧ If he sees you wearing them, he'll love it, especially if you take his shirts and wear them around the house

✧ I think Harumasa would love it whenever his s/o wore parts of his clothing

✧ For example, if some of his pajamas were lying on his bed, thrown there when he was getting ready in the morning, he would love for you to wear them. They're so comfortable to wear that you can't help but try them. Although as soon as he comes home and sees you wearing them, he falls in love again

✧ Or perhaps if you both wear white blouses, he wouldn't mind if you borrowed his for a day. He might even steal yours back, who cares if its too tight or a little big for him.

✧ He's an anxious person; he desires to always touch and feel you. Having either you wear his clothing or when he wears your clothing, he feels connected to you. It feels as though you're always with him.

✧ Not to mention, seeing you in his own clothing makes him extremely happy

✧ Some items of clothing he enjoys lending you include his pyjamas, blouse, and even his choker occasionally (I like to think he has at least 3 in case of stains and such, so there's an extra for you to wear if needed)

✧ Lighter often lets you wear his jacket or scarf, even his sunglasses, if you need them

✧ He's your number one hype man, and if you wear his clothes, he'll fall in love with you all over again

✧ Oftentimes, whenever you're cold, he'll give you his jacket to wear so you can warm up

✧ He only gives you his scarf if it's too cold out or you guys are somewhere indoors, since he doesn't want anyone challenging you to a battle, thinking that you're the famous, undefeated champion

✧ On another note, he would definitely give you his jacket if you're bleeding, just to cover the wound. This would be so that it can protect you but also so that he doesn't need to see the blood on your clothes and accidently pass out

✧ Oftentimes, you'd take Evelyn's coat without her knowing, so whenever she tries to find it for work, you sometimes have it, and she has to take it off of you

✧ She loves seeing you wearing it, although she does unfortunately, need it to head out

✧ If you ever join her in a hollow, whenever she takes off her coat for combat, you always pick it up and put it on, which she finds amusing (but also glad because it gets the dirt off of it)

✧ If you both are at home she'll let you take whatever from her closet, shirts, pants, hoodies, jackets, whatever is hers is also yours

✧ Miyabi doesn't mind if you take or don't take her clothes

✧ If you take them or don't, she wouldn't really mention it or tell you to stop

✧ She will enjoy when you do wear them, though, even if she doesn't mention it that much

✧ You could take her shirts, gloves, or even her coat and she'll let you

✧ She definitely has extras since she wears the same thing every day for work so you guys could match together

✧ Due to her position as well as her gear, you wouldn't have many chances to wear her work clothing

✧ Although any shirts, pants or sweaters she has lying around are all yours!

✧ Since she's blind, she might not actually realize you took her shirt until either you mention it or she feels the fabric and can't find it in her closet

✧ She doesn't mind whenever you take her stuff, though! She also loves to take off your clothes, so she's happy if you're willing to take hers as well

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ZZZ Masterlist

[demonic0angel]

Phantom Family Outfits (click for clarity)

Can you believe that all of this started because I wanted to draw Jazz in shorts… orz

Extra notes:

+ In their Hero Fits, since Jazz couldn’t find herself a motorcycle-using, literature-loving, sweet-on-the-inside and cool-on-the-outside baddie (yet), she had to become one herself 😔 Her helmet is wolf-themed.

+ In their Career Fits, I really liked the post that talks about how Danny is kind of meant to be an artist amongst his scientific and mathematical family, and I really liked it (if I find it again, I’ll link it). Both Dan and Danny are inspired by that idea, but I believe that Danny would’ve been able to accomplish his dreams, while Dan would’ve found his calling in being an artist. However, it isn’t Dan’s only job and he takes on a whole bunch of side jobs that change everytime someone asks, so it always sounds fake lol

+ With the Summertime Fits, I genuinely lost years of life because men’s fashion is so boring.

+ In their Club Fits, the idea for both Dan and Danny was ‘slutty emo’, while Jazz and Dani’s was supposed to be a little more fun and casual (not sure if I really accomplished this).

+ With the Funeral Fits, Vlad purposefully faked his death to get money from insurance and tax fraud, but he also wanted attention from Maddie. After discovering this, the Phantom siblings crash his funeral >:)

+ With their Usual Fits, Dan and Jazz both usually wear formal wear. Danny wears a whole bunch of hoodies on the regular, while Dani wears clothes inspired by the sporty/clean girl aesthetic.

[mkarchin713]

Tim could not believe what he was seeing.

It was the girl.

The girl from TooFinePharaoh’s stream.

The girl who got into a fist fight with the mayor over going to a “stupid rich person party”

…

At least her dad(?) kept his promise not to make her dress up.

How to explain that I want a dp x dc story but entirely focused on Tucker

yeah, you heard me right. Tucker.

Danny isn't the focus at all. Maybe he has a side thing with being his normal teen hero self and just kind of showing up in places he's not supposed to be like "Whoopsies, how did I even get here? Oh- well, might as well leave" before anyone can ask him anything.

And the main story is following Tucker in Gotham. Maybe Wayne Interprises stuff? Or maybe he's just living there and getting up to local "I helped a vigilante with his technology, and I'm about to make that everyone's problem" shennanigns.

Like, the bats struggle with new enemies or returned enemies or something, and tucker is just dropping supplies left and right.

Just "Oracle, are you dropping supplies with that drone???"

"No. That drone is on a private system actually... give me a moment- I don't know who's that i. I can't access it. Stay alert."

and it just fucking drops stun batons to nightwing or something after he breaks his in a fight. Or unfoldable transportation, like a bike in a box. New grappling hook. Glide-Cape. Woah- hey, how did this unknown sponser whatever dude get a copy of our coms... and how did he know I needed a new one???

[deadsetobsessions]

Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Pt. 4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3]

Danny blinked down at the cart, where a red hoodie and pants with red stripes along the side laid over the lip of the cart. Considering they’re in this universe’s brand of Marget- seriously, who names a store Target? If anything in Amity Park was named that, Skulker would have wrecked it in five seconds flat- it’s hilariously on brand. Though, to be fair, this was Gotham’s version too, which meant a lot of security guards (who definitely doubled as goons for the Rogues, Danny was sure) and the vibes were spooky.

“I’m guessing red’s your favorite color.”

Instead of the humorous way he meant the sentence, Jason looked up anxiously and Danny immediately hated himself a little bit more.

“Sh- I can put it back..?” Jason hunched in on himself.

Danny tracked the movement with clearer eyes than he’s had in a long while and ancients, does it remind him of how Dani was in front of Vlad all those years ago. And Danny has spent his entire half life being not like Vlad, so he’s not going to start now.

“Nah, you should definitely add some more stuff. This is no where near enough clothes.”

It really wasn’t. Danny had taken Jason to the store to pick out clothes- “Ther’s a second hand store down the stree’, ya know,” Jason had mumbled when they went through the doors- but the kid had only tentatively put in a small red hoodie and some pants in the cart. Now he had to put this in a way that’ll wipe the stubbornly hesitant look on Jason’s face off.

“Think about it this way, then. You’re repping me now, and while I might be the alley drunk, I’m not the poorly dressed alley drunk, yeah?”

“Oh. Tha’ makes sense.” Jason nodded to himself determinedly, and the kid strode over to the t-shirt section. For all of his confidence, he still glanced back to see if it was okay with Danny.

Well, Dani was the same way before she found her confidence (when she knew Danny wouldn’t abandon her or hurt her) so Danny just gave him a thumbs up before reaching into the rack and sweeping an armful of clothing straight into the cart. Then, he strode over to the jackets and grabbed the ones in Jason’s size and slightly bigger. Oh, he has to grab shoes. He’ll leave that for later, but Danny was going to get those ratty trainers off of Jason’s feet and into the nearest trash can if it was the last thing he does.

The halfa hummed, pausing at the first decidedly not miserable sound he’s made in a while. Dammit, if that wasn’t a sign of Danny’s attachment to Jason, he doesn’t know what would be. To be fair… Danny already committed murder for the kid, which was pretty much something he thought he’d never do, so in for a penny out for a pound or whatever.

He put a significant amount of the budget aside for the section labeled “JASON” so Danny shopped without a worry. Charlie’s ill-gotten assets were a good monetary compensation for his crime of existing near Jason or existing, period.

He picked up toiletries, toothbrushes and the like, when Jason came back sans t-shirt. Instead of a shirt- Danny had actually hoped that Jason would try to get multiple shirts- Jason was clutching a book.

Before he could even voice anything, Danny plucked the book out of his grip and put it into the cart with a disarming smile.

“Oh, good idea. We should get you books too. Wanna go pick out some more?”

“Uh- y’re just gonna get a book, just like that?”

“More than one book, I should hope. You are going to school, right?”

“…Yeah!” Danny couldn’t fathom ever being excited at the thought of school, but as Jason bounced away to peruse the admittedly poor selection of books, Danny couldn’t help but think that maybe he should give this education thing another try. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be less stressful now that he’s not Phantom.

Danny walked to the aisle next to the books and promptly proceeded to shove every single piece of stationary he thought was nice- pens, gel pens, cooling pens and pencils, a thick stack of notebooks, flash cards, etcetera- into the rapidly getting full cart.

Jason came back with three more books- nice, the classics- and froze at the sight of the cart.

“Oh, hey. Getting all of those?”

“Wha’- wha’s wit’ the stuff?”

“School supplies! Quality education starts with quality supplies, you know!” Danny said, a sliver of the grin that used to come so easily to him making an appearance on his face. "Don't worry, I budgeted. See?"

Danny handed Jason a piece of paper, confident that the kid would know if it was good or not.

"Where'd... ya get all of this?"

"Hmm... here and there."

Jason looked up at him, squinting suspiciously. "I hear' Charlie's gone poofed up."

Danny shrugged and put a calculator in the cart. "Oh, I'm sure he's busy."

Yeah, Danny thought vindictively. Busy being dead.

"Ya sound like a walking con," Jason said as he visibly decided to give up fighting against Danny's spending. "We nee' food."

"Gotcha. Well, if you need anything else, just bring it into the cart."

"I want veggies. Frozen, 's cheaper."

Danny nodded, resisting the urge to ruffle Jason's hair.

----

"Hey, you's the Alley Drunk, right? 'Bout that boy you've been toting ar-"

Danny punched the guy in the face, dropping him like a stone. He looked up slowly and swayed.

"Any of you ask about my kid brother again, and I won't bother with being drunk when I hit you."

Rapid nods. Danny shuffled away, satisfied.

----

Two weeks later, after a school day, Danny finds Jason heading to the bathroom with a box of...

"Hair-dye?"

Jason, who was marginally more relaxed and assured that Danny wasn't going to kick him out, nodded.

"Dye's fadin' n' I dun wanna get nabbed on the streets for having red hair."

Danny blinked. "You have red hair?"

"Sure do. See? Roots are showin' again." Jason pointed at his scalp where Danny could see the hair was getting lighter.

"Right. Well- I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help, kiddo." Danny said, desperately hoping he hid how off kilter he was feeling well.

"I don't need help, ah've been doing this for ages." The kid went into the bathroom and closed the door harshly. When the lock clicked and the faucet began running, Danny let himself slide down the wall into a crouch, hands cradling his head.

Red hair. Blue eyes. Tan skin. The facial features. The intelligence and empathy.

Danny chuckled hysterically under his breath.

Was Jason this universe's version of Jazz?

"Fuck."

[redwolfwoods]

Demon Twins fanfic

I'm righting a demon twins story, which I've decided not to publish until I'm done because I don't work on it often, but I've had some fun ideas for parts I haven't gotten to yet and I figured I'd share some of them.

This scene I'm going to share is where Damian meets Dani for the first time. She's one of my favorite characters so I'm really excited. Also I know most people call Dani "Ellie" but Dani chose her name and i feel the family would honer that so she's mostly referred to as Dani. However, in acknowledgement of the homophone, she is nick named Lidy (Little Dani).

Important things to know for this point in the story: We've got bad parents Jack and Maddie, they sold him out to the GiW when he told them he was a ghost. Danny is 16 and has been phantom for two years, Danny was made physically 10 so now she is physically 12. Danny is the ghost king. Dan isn't a character beyond a one off villain and existential crisis for Danny, Danny badly faked his death and ran away from the LoA when he was young and joining the Fenton family through the foster system. Despite the faking being bad, the LoA told Damian that Danny was dead so he was very surprised when Danny showed up at the manor. Danny left before he could be told that Bruce is Batman, so while he does know that Bruce isn't the Brucie Wayne he portrays himself as, he doesn't know his new family are heroes. Except Jason all he has to do is meet him to mark his ecto signature and always recognize him. The bats don't know about his ghostness yet. Danny is also trans, his birth name was Danica.

........

Danny stared around the large room at all the fancy people. The party was officially in his honor, welcoming him to the Wayne family and presenting him to the high society in the area. He knew it was necessary. Cementing him as part of one of the richest families in the country would help protect him from the GiW, and he would also have to get use to general parties like this as part of that rich family. It was technically good practice for political events he, as the ghost king, would eventually have to start attending. It didn't make him like it any more.

He had been to a few parties like this before. Either accompanying Sam or Dragged by Vlad when Jack and Maddie insisted on them bonding.

He didn't like the suit he was wearing either. It was perfectly tailored to his body, and somehow wasn't actually stiff. this made it the most comfortable suit he had ever worn, but he had never liked this stile of dress, with its boxy outline, thin fabric, and the tie around his neck. Not only has he spent most of his life at this point in T-shirts and hoodies, but given his League upbringing and Ghost unlife, he was rather an old soul when it came to formal wear. Thick tunics, heavy and fancy coats, leggings with no loose fabric and tall sturdy boots were the minimum usually light armor and weapons were involved. This suit made him feel both caged and exposed, as well as being just down right boring in his opinion.

He'd tried to spend the evening sticking to Damian like a leach. Failing that, his plan had been to remain close to one of his numerous new family members, but somehow his plans had fallen short as getting out of a conversation with on of these rich people was about as hard as it was easy to be swept up into one, and all the Waynes had quickly been pulled apart.

Danny had only just been able to pull away from an older woman who thought he was "just too cute!" and also looked nothing like Damian "Are you sure you're twins?" and he was now hiding in the shadows of the stairs.

"I thought you swore off penguin suits," said quiet, but smiling female voice from behind his right shoulder.

"Dani?" Danny spun around quickly and saw his little sister standing there like she always had been. Despite he small size, she wore a very elegant floor-length black dress with long sleeves, a flowy skirt and pale blue embroidery all over it in wisps and curls. Looked very young, because she was, but she didn't look silly.

Danny scooped her up in a hug. "Dani! What are you doing here? How did you get in? When did you get here? You weren't in line when we we're greeting guests."

Dani shrugged when he set her down. "I just got here. Came through the wall. No one noticed me. And I'm here to see you, Dumb-ass. I was worried about you."

Danny smiled at the sentiment, then frowned as he processed a little more. "Did you come alone? I know traveling is your obsession, but we agreed that you shouldn't be wandering alone at your age. Does Pandora know you're here?"

"Hey, I wasn't alone! I was hanging out with Youngblood for a while, then when I came back visit Jazz a few weeks ago she said you'd gone missing, so I went out with Skulker to look for you! We were searching for ages! Then one day, low and behold, I see a picture of you on TV talking about this party and how you're a Wayne now! What happened? Why didn't you talk to me?" Dani finally paused for breath.

"I'm sorry, Dani," Danny sighed. "You don't have a phone, and with all the crazy things going on I haven't had the time to try and find you. But you're right. I should have reached out. Jack and Maddie gave me to the GiW. I escaped and came here to live with my twin brother and bio dad."

Dani floated slightly of the floor in excitement before Danny quickly pushed her back down. "We have a brother?" she asked. "We have a brother and you never told me?"

"Sorry," Danny started. "It's complicated. I had to leave him behind before and-"

"Danny?" both halfas turned to see a dark-skinned boy with similar features approaching them. "There you are. Sorry we got separated." Damian stopped when he saw Dani, his eyes flicking between the two beings before him. "Who's this?" he asked Danny, gesturing to Dani. "She wasn't on the guest list."

Danny looked down sheepishly, then back up at his brother. "Damian, this is our sister, Dani. Dani with an i. She snuck in. Dani, this is my twin brother Damian."

Damian eyed the two of them. His sharp eyes likely noting their physical similarities.

Dani grinned and bounced on her toes. "Pleasure to meet you!"

"Why did you introduce her as "our" sister?" Damian asked. "When you were introducing Jazz, you called her your sister, not ours."

Danny winced but answered the question. "Well, Jazz is my adopted sister, not yours. If you wanted to form that kind of relationship with her you can, but my adoption doesn't automatically make you related. However, as Dani is biologically related to me, and thus you, that makes her our sister."

"As far as I'm aware," Damian scanned between them again. "neither Father nor mother have procreated since our birth. So, how is she biologically related to you?"

Danny took a deep breath. "Okay, you guys have to promise not to get mad."

Damian raised an eyebrow.

"And no stabbing," Danny added.

Damian said nothing.

"Okay, so Dani is actually my clone."

"What?!" Damian stepped forward and Danny stepped in front of Dani.

"It's not her fault. Remember how I told you about the rich family friend who's obsessed with me? He cloned me and made Dani about two years ago. Neither of us asked for this, but it's not like you asked for me. She's my sister now and I won't let anyone take her from me."

Dani peeked out from behind him at Damian. "Do we have a stabby brother? Can I play with the stabby brother?"

Damian and Danny both relaxed as they laughed.

"Not right now," Danny answered. "You're in your nice fancy dress, and we can't leave the party yet, but there's a gym we can use later as long as you behave." He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed down slightly to indicate to her not to use any ghost powers.

Dani sighed. "Okay." She turned back to Damian. "Like he said, my name's Dani, but I understand that can be confusing. If you ever need differentiate us by sound, you can call me Lidy. It's Jazz's nick name for me."

Damian smiled. "I can't wait to see everyone's faces when they see you for the first time."

[rosemaryhoney27]

Catnip, Kleptos, and Chaos Nephews

aka: Danny and Selina Go ‘Shopping,’ Vlad Contemplates Early Retirement

It was supposed to be a quiet evening. Bruce had just finished cleaning up after Killer Croc tried to take a swim in the Batcave’s underground river. Jason was pretending not to be feeding said crocodile marshmallows. Damian was finally asleep. Vlad had finally stopped twitching.

And then the manor security pinged. Selina Kyle had entered the building.

“She let herself in?” Vlad asked, panic creeping up his spine.

“She has a key,” Bruce said, like that was normal.

In the Foyer

Selina swept in like a thunderstorm wearing a designer coat and nine lives of attitude. Danny peeked around the corner with a cookie in hand, blinked, and whispered, “Whoa, you’re pretty.”

Selina paused, blinked, and slowly turned her full attention to the glowing teenager in pajama pants and an oversized “I ♥️ Goth Dad” hoodie.

“…Bruce,” she called out. “When were you going to tell me you adopted the cutest haunted Muppet in the multiverse?”

Danny smiled, then phased through the banister to greet her properly.

Selina raised a brow. “Oh. You’re that kind of weird. I like it.”

Fifteen Minutes Later

Bruce came downstairs to find Danny and Selina curled up on the couch, looking through jewel heist magazines.

“You know,” Selina said, sipping tea, “if you’re going to ghost into vaults, you need a better eye for sparkle. See this? That’s a decoy ruby. Always check for weight.”

Danny nodded like he was in school. “Ohhh. So you taste test them?”

Selina: “Only if they’re cursed. Or chocolate.”

Bruce: “What is happening.”

Danny: “Auntie Selina’s teaching me jewel ethics.”

Selina: “You don’t steal from orphans, old ladies, or drag queens. Everyone else is fair game.”

Bruce: “Selina.”

Danny: “She said I have ‘klepto potential with a conscience.’ Is that good?”

Vlad—who had just entered—froze mid-step like he’d walked into a live wire.

“You—NO. You do not get to take the ghost child on a crime internship!”

Selina: “I’m just saying if he happens to pass through a high-security vault and happens to see an unguarded emerald—”

“SE-LI-NA!”

She winked. Danny grinned. Bruce gave up and left the room.

The Shopping Trip (aka “Field Study”)

Selina took Danny out in the evening with Bruce’s very reluctant permission and a tracker.

They visited:

A high-end gallery (“Just browsing,” she said. Danny later ‘accidentally’ phased the security guard into a closet so Selina could critique the fake Fabergé eggs.)

A black market fence with a secret greenhouse out back (“For the vibes,” Danny claimed. He gifted the fence a ghost orchid. The man cried.)

A hidden thrift shop with literal cursed rings (Danny picked one up, sneezed, and the ring de-cursed itself. Selina clapped.)

They returned three hours later, with:

One vintage cat brooch that now purrs

A cursed diamond that is now a mildly annoyed diamond

Danny wearing eyeliner and a leather jacket

Back at the Manor

Jason: “You gave the haunted child a fashion upgrade. I respect it.”

Damian: “That’s my eyeliner.”

Cass: thumbs up

Vlad: “You. Let. Selina. Kyle. Take. Him. Shopping.”

Bruce: “He came back with everything accounted for and an enchanted purse that bites pickpockets. That’s more than most of us can say.”

Selina ruffled Danny’s hair. “He’s got potential. Chaos with a heart of gold. Reminds me of me at that age. But cuter.”

Danny: “She said if I ever want to become a cat burglar, I already have the purr-sonality.”

Bruce sighed so hard it activated the Batcomputer’s wind sensor.

Vlad, deadpan: “I’m going to scream.”

Danny patted his arm gently. “Auntie Selina says I’m the ghost that haunts the wealthy. Isn’t that nice?”

Vlad screamed.

[impyssadobsessions]

if the show didn't have such a limited wardrobe, what do you think all the other characters would wear in danny phantom?

Sam i feel like would have more jackets and some of the 2000s baggy goth pants XD probably just lot more cut or custom clothes. Anything to stand out. Tucker having button up shirts, couple camo shorts- sweatshirts. Pins. Nothing that really went together but trying to be stylish =w=b Danny just more tees and jeans. one or two zip up hoodies. I feel like he be the plain guy for sure XD. Jazz having different outfits for occasions. More "professional business attire" or what one would assume is more professional for speeches and doing school events. Since she's a top tier student- she would be shown off a lot. I feel like most wouldnt where too much different just more. Paulina maybe having some skirts but keeping to different pants. Slip on boots for winter, puffy jacket. Different brand name clothes. Jocks would just where different shirts and jeans or jerseys even. Dash i feel like wouldnt change much. Ballshorts when its out playing.. Vlad would have different suits but still be black. Maybe different embellish tie, or fancier tie clips. Valerie outfits would change more often- beginning wearing brand name clothes, jeans and skirts. Different patterns and colors. Maybe a jean crop jacket-- but then after her dad loses his job and she has to down size- ESPECIALLY after its been a while and she needs new clothes. MAybe her body changes a bit more to fit with her side job of being a ghost hunter, or she doesnt want to grease up her clothes from her job at nasty burger.

becomes more thrifty at first has a hard time but then gains a style through being thrifty.

my thoughts anyways.

[starry-bi-sky]

Danielle and Danyal's meeting... very, very quickly goes very sour from, basically, the moment Danny steps into his room and finds Ellie sitting on his bed (strike one) and reading the comic books Tucker introduced him to (strike two). By the time she's looked up to address him, Danny has the door locked, and a hand hovering near the knife hidden under his shirt.

She gets her third strike when Danny, in a voice that could make the mountains tremble, demands to know how she got into his room, and she lies (with uncertainty of her decision growing in her chest) that Jazz let her in. Danny's hand shifts closer to his weapon, and he turns towards her fully, and says that Jazz would never let someone he didn’t know into his room, and who was she.

(Vlad Masters had underprepared Danielle for her meeting with Danny -- not out of any completely direct malicious intent, but he failed to mention just how... 'touchy' Daniel could be -- he failed to mention the scars littering up his arms, unhidden by the hoodie tee he meets Ellie in. He failed to mention that along with those scars, that Danny was visibly lean, capable of doing very real damage without the use of his powers.)

(He tells Ellie that he’s adopted, and that he is observant and clever, but ungrateful and has a bad attitude.)

Her final strike occurs when Ellie, trying to keep her facade of cheeriness, tells him that she’s his third cousin once removed. Immediately, Danny has his dagger pulled out, and Ellie finds herself with the cold metal of a blade pressing against her throat.

Danyal 'A.G' Fenton hasn’t killed since he arrived in Amity Park. At first it was because mother told him to keep a low profile, and killing would do the opposite of that. But, he's been slowly learning from his sister and friends over the years the value of human life. So it's become a combination of keeping his head down, and also that life has value to it.

But. That doesn’t mean he can’t kill, nor is he opposed to doing it if the situation calls for it. It just means that he doesn't do it. And ‘Danielle’ is an unknown in his room, claiming to be family to him, and appearing uncannily similar to him and his family. Either someone hired her and she was trying to pass herself off as a relative to him because that someone realized Danny was the biggest threat, or, his false death has been compromised, his mother was unable to tell him, and the league was aware he was alive.

No matter how he looks at it, this Danielle was a threat to him, his sister, his friends, to Damian, and to the Drs. Fenton. Danyal Fenton doesn't kill, but he has no problems doing so.

(Ellie, pinned under Danny’s knee and the blade to her neck, is too terrified to think of phasing out of his hold. Not that it would help, he would just chase after her.)

“You have broken into my home, dared to lie to my face, and when I demanded to know the truth, you dared lie to me again." Danny's scowl could cower even Skulker, his glacier blue eyes burning. "Your continual breath has been a favor from me, that I have graciously allowed, from the moment you entered my room, dahkil."

"So I will ask one more time," he hisses, "who. are. you."

Danielle, only a few months old, unprepared for the ice storm that is "Daniel" Fenton, and his clone in only flesh and blood, and not memories, immediately breaks. And tells him that she was his clone, that Vlad sent her to come capture him, and to please not kill her.

Danny's face twists with anger, Ellie thinks he's going to kill her anyways. Instead, he withdraws his knife and gets off her, stringing out curses in Arabic as he sheathes his weapon back into its hiding place faster than Ellie can blink.

He switches to English as she is collecting her bearings (and contemplating fleeing), and Danny paces the room like a tiger in a cage. "--of course that wretched, arrogant, peacocking little ingrate would do something so infuriating. I should have driven my sword into the shrivel of his heart when I had the chance--"

Ellie, for a moment, thinks of leaving while he is distracted. And starts to slowly creep away. But Danny notices instantly, and whirls on her. His too-bright eyes bore into her head: "Where do you think you're going."

"...I'm leaving."

And Danny scoffs at her, "Why? So you can fly back to Masters and tell him that you failed to capture me, and that I know that he cloned me?" He says, and Ellie remains silent -- that's exactly what she was going to do. "He will destroy you within seconds."

Of course, Ellie rears back in offense, and she finds the footing to glare at him. "He would not! He's my dad, he loves me!"

Danny gets in her face, glowering back with an equal intensity. "He does not." He snaps, "Vlad Masters has not a soul in his body nor a heart in his chest. He would sooner cut off the hand that helps him stand, than to take it along with him."

"If you're really made of my blood, then I will teach you only this: we bow not our heads nor our hearts to anyone." Danny's too-blue eyes narrow, and his voice dips into a hiss, "Especially not to a conniving snake like Masters. Your heart: cut it off, or cut it out. He will sooner leave you to bleed."

Then, he unlocks the door and drags her out before she has much time to act. And as he drags her down the hall he shoots Sam and Tucker a text, and they meet up at Nasty Burger. Ellie is a spitfire, but Danny has her too intimidated to leave.

"This is Danielle," he tells them bluntly as he corners her into the booth, "she's my clone. Masters created her."

Ellie is with them for a week, and somehow throughout that time, Danny manages to actually get her to like him throughout that time. He's callous, blunt, and full of sharp edges that you can cut yourself on. But when he's not spitting venom, he's fretting.

When he drags her back to the house after being with Sam and Tucker, he pulls her to Jazz's room and opens the door to tell her the same thing. "This is Danielle." He says upon abruptly opening the door, interrupting Jazz's studying as he pulls Ellie inside. "She is my clone, Masters created her. She needs clothes."

Then he turns and leaves, shutting the door behind him. Ellie, in that moment, thinks that now's her chance to flee. But Jazz then squeals, and she is trapped in new arms, shaken around by Jazz Fenton, excited for a sister.

(Ellie finds herself complaining to Jazz that night, shoved into old pajamas. She's in utter disbelief that Jazz could care about a jerk like Danny.)

("He's rough around the edges, but Danny does care." Jazz tells her, combing through her hair with her fingers. "We've been working on it ever since he joined the family, but Danny warms up slowly. He's usually less stoney; I think your arrival spooked him.")

("Spooked him?" Ellie repeats, she doesn't believe it at all. "He has a funny way of showing it, he threatened to kill me!" And she turns around just in time to see Jazz's press her lips into a line.)

("He's... very protective. He'll deny if you ask him, but he worries a lot." Jazz's fingers find her hair again. "What I do know for certain though, is that he wouldn't have kept you here if he wasn't worried about you at least a little bit.")

(Ellie doubts it.)

But Ellie is indeed there for a week, and the day after her initially rocky introduction with Danny, he is a little bit kinder to her. Still kinda a bitch, but he's less harsh to her, if... almost uncomfortable around her. Flighty, kinda.

Whenever she gets mouthy at him though, he looks oddly smug about it and, infuriatingly enough, praises her attitude. He is very, very annoying. And still kinda terrifying. But hearing him shout insults via puns at someone during a ghost fight that happens that week lessens the intimidating factor,,, a little bit.

Things go about,,,, relatively,,,, similar to canon. In the sense that it ends with Ellie defecting from Vlad because she finds out that Danny was right and that Vlad didn't actually care about her. (And that Jazz had been right too; Danny, in his weird, mean way, had been worried about her as well)

Danny looks out of his depth as she talks about how he was right, and he cuts her off with a vaguely uncomfortable clearing of his throat. And gives her the most awkward, but genuine apology he can muster.

"I should've used more tact when telling you about Masters, and I... apologize for threatening you when we met. I was..." he makes a face like he's sucked on a particularly sour lemon, "worried. First about my family, and then later about you."

(Ellie will be damned: Jazz was right)

Before Ellie leaves, Danny puts a hand on her shoulder and tells her: "I wasn't kidding about what I said to you when we first met: you are of my blood, and as such, you do not bow your head nor your heart to anyone."

Ellie looks at him, thinks about the last week, and smiles like she's caught him in a trap. "What about Sam and Tucker then? And Jazz?"

Danny smiles, it's awkward and tilted, like his face isn't used to the gesture. "We bow not our hearts, but that doesn't mean we can't share."

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Prompt: Green Lights

(This might go from a prompt to another oneshot thing but we'll see how it goes)

Bruce has no idea about Danny's powers when he gets the call about his cousins in Amity Park. Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Jazz Fenton, a couple of High Schoolers, and a high school teacher were killed. All that's left is his 14 year old cousins and while it's a long shot given how many other kids he already has they're reaching out on the off chance that he wants the kid.

If he doesn't the Mayor of Amity Park has offered to adopt him, but from what he can hear over the phone, the kid isn't happy with this.

"No! You can't send me with Masters! I can't go to Masters! Please, y-you can't!"

Bruce didn't hesitate. "I'll take him in, it'll be no problem what so ever."

---

When he meets Danny he learns he's 15, the age Jason was when he died and close in age to the rest of his kids but he hardly looks 14. He's thin, scared, and scarred. Danny seems hesitant to talk to any of the kids and the kids are torn. Damian is pissed to say the least.

No matter how badly Damian treats him or acts towards him Danny doesn't react. When somebody apologizes for Damian's actions Danny just gives the quiet reply of; "Believe me when I say nothing Damian does is anything compared to what I would have experienced if other interested parties had gotten their hands on me."

This raises flags.

One of many.

-

Danny has scars. They learn this when Danny pulls off one of his hoodies and his shirt pulls up to show the amount of scars. He's got more scars than most of them - if not all of them. Burns, cuts, electrocution scars and countless others. When they ask Danny about them he just shoves back on his hoodie as fast as possible and runs to his room.

He doesn't come out until the next day and even then he's distant.

-

Every room Danny enters gets cold - they blame this on the tension in the air given Danny is the only one who doesn't know their secret.

Danny's teeth are weirdly shop - they blame this on bad dentists.

Danny has scars - given what Bruce heard about 'Vlad Masters' over the phone he fears it was abuse from either Masters or Danny's parents (in a way, he's not wrong).

Danny has nightmares - they blame it on the accident that took his family and friends (they're not fully wrong)

But then people in the family notice that Danny's eyes glow in the dark. It's not the fact that they're glowing that bothers them, it's the fact that they're glowing Lazarus Pit's Green.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Haunting Heroes DPxDC. December 18: Gift Exchange.

Damian knew for a long time that his family was full of hyperactive idiots. They planned to exchange gifts properly at home. Their plans never went well. This time, Robin was stabbed in the back by an older bird.

Grayson announced at the end of the patrol that some of his gifts were meant for their alterego, which means he has to give them now. Of course, this led news reporters to now broadcast live a fight between Red Hood and Phantom. Of course, Richard gave them a pair of "Dead Outside but it Xmas"/"Dead Inside but it Xmas" sweaters without explaining which one belongs to whom.

And of course, after seven minutes of fighting Red Hood wins the second sweater and with a ridiculous villainous laugh escapes.

~~~~

Jason is still sitting in two sweaters and his leather jacket when a couple of hours later Phantom sends a photo to the group chat:

"3:2, Hood. Nightmare Before Christmas wins >:)"

There’s a picture of ghost trio in stupid holiday sweaters near Vlad's manor: Levitating Dan wears a "Your Prospects for a New Year Are Ghosting You" one, Dani demonstrate hoodie with "The ghost of your past promises to be successful in the new year" inscription. Camera also caught Jazz trying to take "I spent this year being the ghost of myself" sweater off Danny.

Damian rolls his eyes. What a childish behavior.

The boy’s father, who comes to the chair, distracts him from reading comments from other birds and bats.

Bruce: Damian, Alfred asked me to ask you if you needed his collection of Japanese knives as Christmas decorations for your room or if he could use traditional ornaments.

Damian: Don’t touch! I’ll decorate Christmas tree on my own.

Bruce: Also, Tim, hiding coffee beans in Christmas tree balls was smart and interesting, but no.

Tim: :(

Bruce: So, now the big question. We all now Danny’s knitting is bad, so who made the sweaters? Keep in mind that I don't even want to imagine Dan with sharp needles in his hand. His mother nailed a ghost fly to the wall by throwing a table knife when we were visiting them last time.

Jason nods and agrees: Beautiful talented woman.

[elzifelzi]

PHANTOM

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1:Going Ghost

Ghosts!Ectoplasmic manifestations of post human consciousness, Literal creatures of the undead. Do they exist? Or are they simply fictional creatures created with the intention of scaring people?

Well some people believe that they are as real as you and I, while others believe otherwise.

If they exist Do they walk among us? Are they friendly?Do they pose a threat to human existence?Where do they come from?

These were all the questions that  plagued the minds of 18 year old college students Tucker Chris Foley and Daniel "Dan"/Danny Fenton.After graduating casper high Danny and Tucker moved from Amity park to Amity City to attend AC university where they both majored in paranormal activity studies.

Dan was an average height Caucasian male with a slim to lean build.He had deep blue eyes and jet black hair and typically wore a red and grey varsity hoodie with a red A sewn to the chest he also wore blue jeans and black and white sneakers.Tucker was an African American male of similar height and build as danny with dark brown dreads.Atop his head he wore a red beanie with a light blue sweater atop a darker blue dress shirt, khaki pants and brown shoes

Dan and Tucker both shared great interest in the paranormal after they had a somewhat supernatural encounter with what could be described as a ghost many years ago.

Dan's father Jack always went on about how he and Dan's mother maddie along with their friend Vlad were researching ghosts in college until a lab accident caused them to quit it for good.Dan had never taken him seriously until an unlikely event led him to pursue the exact same field and Tucker who is Dan's best friend decided to join him.

Now they were college students working on their 1st self chosen assignment: a ghost portal.

While rummaging through his parents' old files Dan found schematics for one of their' old experiments: a “ghost portal” , a device that could in theory create a bridge between the ghost world and the human world..and allow beings from either side to visit the other worlds.The blueprints however were unfinished but Dan figured with Tucker's help they'd be able to get it up and running. 

Both the boys got together in the lab after school and worked on the portal day after day until finally the day for testing had arrived but Dan seemed apprehensive l. He repeatedly looked over his clipboard of formulas and notes before directing his attention  to the portal.

Dan:"Tucker y'know I'm not really sure about this.. how are we sure this thing won't explode in our faces or something." 

He says sweat dripping profusely from his forehead. 

Tucker very matter of factly gestures towards his notepad Which was filled with what can only be assumed as flawlessly solved equations.

Tucker:”I think the math speaks for itself” “Besides if it blows up..it won't just take our face, it'll probably take all of us.”

He seemed very proud of his joke until he looked over at Dan and realized that his joke did nothing more than add to his worries.

Tucker:"Dude Are you getting cold feet?” “Comeon Danny, I've never seen you back down from anything before, why start now?" 

Dan:"Because we don't know if this thing will even work! And if it does I sure as hell  don't think it'll work the way we want it to!" 

He turns his attention over to the ghost portal.

Dan:”I mean…there has to be a reason why my parents ditched this thing…”

Tucker shrugged 

Tucker:”Maybe…but I mean,what's the worst that could happen?”

Dan:”you're not doing a good job at reassuring me..”

Tucker:"Relax man it'll be fine.You're working with a genius after all."he smugly points to himself which causes Dan to throw his clipboard and hit Tucker square in the head.

Dan:" didn't you get locked in the bathroom this morning?" Danny says chuckling 

Tucker:" Screw you man!"

Tucker was a technological genius. There wasn't any piece of technology on earth that he didn't know like the back of his hand. If he could build a supercomputer in under 30 minutes surely he could build a ghost portal or at least that's what he's been telling himself.  

 Tucker:"But seriously you got nothing to worry about so just chill." He placed a reassuring hand on Dan's shoulder and gave him a warm smile and that seemed to be enough to calm him down. 

Dan: "I hope you're right."

Dan donned his lab coat and goggles in preparation for the 1st ever testing of the Fenton and Foley Ghost portal but as they are about to commence testing a girl shoots open the lab door, she wore a white open lab coat with a black dress and shoes and white thigh high socks she had dark hair and light brown skin.

????:"Heyyyyyyyyyyyy Dan!! I've been looking for you!!" She screamed in a loud nasally voice. 

Dan:"What do you want, Paulina? Can't you see I'm busy?" 

Paulina:"Why the attitude??I'm your girlfriend, remember?" she says feigning sadness 

Tucker interjects

Tucker:"didn't you two break up like weeks ago?" 

Dan:"yeah we did!" 

Paulina:”You can't seriously still be mad at me,are you?”

Dan:”Mad at you for cheating on me?” “I totally Can!”

Paulina had been Dan's crush ever since he was 14 ,as a kid there was nothing he wanted more than to be her boyfriend and when they finally started dating a year ago he had felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Things between them seemed magical until a month ago when he caught her at a party making out with the captain of the basketball team,his world was crushed and despite Paulinas numerous  attempts at trying to explain herself Dan did not want to hear one bit of it.

Tucker, feeling the increase of Tension in the room, immediately jumped in once again in an attempt to prevent Dan from any further heartache.

Tucker:”You should leave Paulina, we're in the middle of something important.”

Paulina scoffs and storms out of the lab.

Paulina:”whatever!”

Tucker turns over to Dan

Tucker:”sorry about that man.”

Dan shook his head in response.

Dan:”No worries,let's just get to work.”

Now that they had  no more distractions they could begin their work. Tucker powered up the machine and read the readings while Dan stood near it with his clipboard making notes of everything that happened. Then the readings began to spike, they were off the charts there was no way that these were normal. The entire room became enveloped in a green glow and everything around the portal with the exception of Dan began to float. 

Dan: "Tucker, that's enough, we can turn it off now!.

Tucker:"I don't think I can!" 

He tried shutting down the machine but his efforts proved to be in vain.

Tucker: "Danny get out of there, now!!!" 

Dan tried running away but he had no such luck he got caught in the ghost portal explosion and his life from that day forward was forever changed.

Disoriented from the explosion Dan woke up trapped under a desk.The room is still covered in the same green glow ,struggling to get up he is unable to process what it was that just happened to him. He pushes the table  off of him and stumbles to his feet turning towards his best friend who seemed to cower at his very presence. 

Dan:"T-tucker what happened man?" He asked his friend  in a weak voice.

Tucker looked on at Dan in horror.

Tucker:"Who the hell are you!!" Tucker responded, his voice riddled with fear. 

Dan:"What do you mean who am I? I'm Dan, you know your best friend!"

Tucker:"D-Danny, is that really you?" He asked,the fear in his voice echoing through the room.

Dan:"Who else would it be?" Dan responded not understanding the reason behind  Tucker's strange reaction.

Tucker picked up a nearby piece of shattered glass and handed it to Dan, still being careful not to get too close to him. 

Dan was terrified to see the face that stared back at him in the mirror, his once straight jet black hair became an ever-growing white flame, his deep blue eyes were now a ghastly green color with no pupils. His pale Caucasian skin became supernatural blue and his ears, fingernails and teeth became pointed like that of a vampires. 

Dan:"What the fu...!!" Dan screamed in horror, tossing the glass to the floor causing it to shatter.

He turned to Tucker, anger oozing from his very aura.

Dan:"Look what happened!!! I told you that the portal wasn't ready!Now look at what you caused! I'm a freak!”

 Dan screamed at Tucker while snatching him by the collar.

Tucker:" Comeon Danny, relax man! "Tucker pleaded, trying to get out of Dans grip.

Dan:" Relax? RELAX!!!? How can I relax when I look like this now?? Dan yelled at him.

He flipped over a nearby table while angrily making his way towards Tucker.

Tucker:"Think about it man, If we turned you into this then we should be able to turn you back." Tucker said rather matter of factly. These words which were intended to calm Dan down only seemed to make him angrier.

Dan:"You don't know that!!." “What if I'm stuck like this!?”

Tucker let out a weak chuckle.

Tucker:”he he,well blue has always been a good color on you…”

Dan remained unamused and he tossed Tucker back causing the boy to land on his butt.

Dan:”This isn't funny man! I told you the damn portal wasn't ready!”

Tuck raised his hands in defense.

Tucker:”calm down man,I'm sure i can fix this!”

Dan raised an eyebrow.

Dan:”Are you sure?”

Tucker flashes him a grin

Tucker:”Sure I am!” “Remember I'm a genius!”

That Joke managed to get a small chuckle out of Dan and he finally seemed to calm down.

Dan:*sigh “I hope you're right about this…”

Tucker places a reassuring hand on Dan's shoulder.

Tucker:"Don't worry about it man, all we gotta do is head back to our place and sort this out and you'll be back to normal before you know it.

He looked back at the ruined ghost portal.

Tucker:”ummm we should probably take that with us too..”

As soon as those words left Tucker's mouth a loud banging was heard on the lab door.

????:" You boys better not be making a mess in there, other people need to use the lab!" The voice yelled 

Tucker:"Crap it's professor Lancer, Dude u gotta hide We can't let him see you like this."

Dan panicked where he could hide?Everything in the lab was damaged beyond recognition. But just as he had given up hope something miraculous happened,as if responding to his desire to not be seen,almost like magic Dan's body turned invisible. No sooner than that had happened Professor Lancer barged into the LAB, when he entered the room and he was shocked to see the deplorable state that it was in. 

Lancer:" Chicken soup for the soul!!! What happened here?" He asked. 

Tucker:"Umm well me and Danny had just a little difficulty with our project."Tucker responded, shrugging it off as nothing. 

Lancer:"I can see that… and where might I ask, is Mr Fenton right now?"

Lancer asked, the tone in his voice getting even more serious by the moment. 

Tucker:" Danny went to the bathroom, can I take a message?" 

Lancer sighed in exasperation. 

Lancer:"Look you guys are 2 of my best students so I won't report you for this little mishap, I'll take care of the lab this time but don't let it happen again!!" 

Lancer told Tucker while leaving to get cleaning supplies. 

Tucker:"Psstt Danny he's gone, wherever you're hiding you can come out now." 

As if on cue Dan became visible directly in front of Tucker. His sudden appearance startled Tucker, causing him to Fall back. 

Tucker:"How did you do that?" He asked while sitting on the floor 

Dan offers Tucker his hand and helps him up 

Dan:"I don't know, I just kind of did it." 

Tucker places a hand on his chin as if trying to solve a mystery. Then a light bulb went off in his head and a large grin formed on his face, one that left Dan very uneasy..

Dan:”why are you smiling like that?”

Tucker:”I have a theory about what happened to you.”

Dan:”Alright! Let's hear it.”

Tucker:"it looks like your body must-have absorbed a shit ton of the portal's ecto energy and  it altered you somehow. 

Dan:”great! Now how do we unalter me?”

Tucker:”I don't think it's gonna be as simple as I initially thought..”

Dan:”what!?but you said you could!”

Tucker:”if it was just your appearance That changed then sure it would've been hella easy but it seems this goes way beyond just your cosmetics.”

Tucker:”If my theory is correct then I think you may have ghost powers!" 

Dan:”what?! No way!”

He waved his hand dismissively at Tucker’s suggestion.

Tucker:”Why not? The blue skin, the white hair and are we gonna pretend like you weren't just invisible a while ago?”

Dan had to admit that Tucker did have a point ,as crazy as his theory was, it is the only way they could justify what had happened to him.

Dan:”ok let's say i do have ghost powers now, what do I do about it?”

Tucker:”Well we'd have to figure out the full scope of what you're capable of.We gotta get back to our place and run some tests on you right away!"

After Disguising himself Dan and Tucker immediately set out for their house. 

Dan:"Wait if I'm a ghost.... Doesn't that mean I'm dead!!??" 

Tucker:"idk maybe" He shrugs.

Dan and Tucker made it back to their rundown 2 bedroom apartment being sure to avoid any form of human contact on the way back. Along the way the duo discussed different ways in which they could revert Danny back to his normal form. 

Dan: “Any ideas on how we can turn me back?” 

Tucker:”only one really.”

Dan:”Lemme hear it.”

Tucker:”I remember reading in your parents old notes that ghosts have the ability to shapeshift,so in theory you should be able to at least shift yourself into your human appearance.”

Dan pondered on Tuckers theory all the way to their rental house, it was  an old building which had seen better days, most of the windows were broken, the once bright baby blue color that covered the house was practically non existent and the overall building looked like no one had set foot in it in years. Dan and Tucker were the only known tenants who lived there,the building was practically their own. They went in and walked all the way to the 4th floor where  their rooms (which were much better kept than the rest of their building) were located. They got inside and immediately began trying to figure out Dan's new found abilities. Tucker sat on the bed with a clipboard in hand ready to mark down all of Danny's confirmed abilities. 

Dan:”So what do I gotta do?”

Tucker: “So you got ghost powers right, we just got to figure out which ones.”

Tucker's words confused Dan, neither of them had any idea the true scope of a ghost's powers so how would he even know his limit?Sure they both were a bit more knowledgeable than the average person on what a ghost is capable of but they couldn't possibly figure out the scope of them.

Dan:”How many powers do ghosts even have?”

Tucker :”Alot, but Let's just focus on the basics for now. We already know that you can turn invisible now we just got to figure out if you can phase through walls and fly and shit.”

Dan:”Alright!! So how do we do that?”

Tucker: I don't know man, just try running through a wall or something.

Dan rolled his eyes

Dan:”haha yeah,no.”

Tucker:”comeon! Do you got any better ideas?”

Dan:”well uh no…”

Tucker:”come-on man, what's the worst that could happen?”

While rubbing his eyes and letting out a large sigh Dan decides to take Tucker's advice and runs directly into a nearby wall only to get stuck halfway through it. Dan remained still for a moment in bewilderment at what his life had become,eventually he spoke up. 

Dan:”umm Tuck....”

Tucker :”Yeah bro?”

Dan:”I'm stuck in the door..”

Tucker:”Aren't we all stuck in this door of life.”

Dan, unamused by Tucker's jokes, began struggling to get free but to no avail. The sight of his friend stuck halfway through a door struggling to get out brought a small grin to Tuckers face amusement this however made Dan even more irritable.

Dan:”Tucker I swear to god , if you don't help me out of this door,  you won't live to see 20!”

Compelled by Dan's words, Tucker finally decided  to help him and together they eventually  got him unstuck.

 Tucker then picks up his clipboard and checks off intangibility, he then turns to Dan. 

Tucker :”Well you can walk through walls and turn invisible now let's see if you can fly.1st we gotta find you a roof to jump off of.”

Dan, completely unaware that Tucker was joking, glances at the drop from the 4th floor to the 1st.

Dan:”I think I'll pass.” 

Tucker:”Well then if you're not flying all that's left is to morph back to normal.”

Dan raised an eyebrow in response.

Dan:”And how do I do that?:

Tucker grabs a book from a nearby shelf and flips through the pages.

Tucker:”It says here that with enough concentration ghosts can use the ecto energy around their body and use it to manipulate their appearance!..maybe you can too! If you just think hard enough.”

Dan crossed his arms

Dan:”You make it sound real easy for someone who has no idea how it's done.”

Tucker shrugged.

Tucker:”Just think human I guess.”

A huge sigh escaped Dan's lips, he knew the idea of thinking human sounded ridiculous but he had nothing else to go off of,so he balled his hands up into fists and began concentrating as hard as he could. He did this for 2 minutes straight until a ring of light, flashed around his body and before he knew it he was human again. He looked at his arms and pulled his hair. He high fived Tucker and they both cheered in excitement. 

Dan:”I can't believe that actually worked! I thought for sure you were full of shit!”

Tuck chuckled.

Tucker:”told you I knew what I was doing!”

Their cheers however were stopped by the sudden appearance of a muscular, hunched floating figure, he had blue skin, with a crimson red eye and was dressed in torn Gray overalls, with a matching beanie and gloves, on his left eye was an eyepatch and in his right was murderous intent. His evil chuckle echoed through the room as he slowly approached the boys. 

??? :”Lookie here, a pair of humans with fresh souls ripe for picking. “

Dan:”Who the hell are you, what do you want from us??”

??? :They call me Box ghost….

He tosses a dresser at the boys which they both barely dodge.

Box ghost: “And I’ve come for your souls!!”

Tucker :”The box ghost?? “

The ghost opened up his hand and a green glow escaped from it as he aimed it at the duo he uttered a single sinister word.

Box ghost :Beware!!!!.

To be continued….

Thanks for reading the first chapter sorry it ended up being so long Hopefully the other chapters are much shorter😅

Im not the best at describing characters so Here are the character designs to go along with the story🤧

Chapter 2 coming soon do let me know what you think😬

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