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codename-adler · 3 years

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foxes + onesies (9/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Kevin

every Fox has bad days

some bad days begin with a specific feeling

when Andrew feels ghost hands as he wakes up, when he feels his body too tight for his bones, or hid bones too big for his body

when Neil feels every sound like a knife to his skin, when the scars on his face feel like phantom pains, when he feels a grown man moves too fast, too close to him

when Allison feels jeans cling too much to her thighs, when her shirt brushes too much on her abdomen, when she feels the food she ate resting in her stomach

some bad days begin with a specific date

when it’s the anniversary of Tilda’s death, and Aaron cannot be in the same room as Andrew, no matter how far they’ve come

when it’s the anniversary the Boyds’ divorce, and Matt can’t leave Dan’s side for one second, no matter how strong their relationship is

when it’s the anniversary of Mary’s death, of Evermore, of Nathaniel’s last birthday, of Baltimore, and Neil can’t take a single look at himself in the mirror, no matter how many times Andrew worships his face with his mouth and his fingers

or, when it’s the anniversary of Kayleigh Day’s death, and nobody remembers, not even Wymack, and Kevin is all alone with this grief that is other, unlike any other he carries everyday, unlike anything he can compare to, and he doesn’t know how to feel anymore

Kevin vividly remembers that day, and he sees it luring around the corner as August approaches

but this time, there is no more Riko to worry about, no more mafia to be scared of, no more Ravens to antagonize him, no more Master to punish him for even attempting to grieve every year

and no more alcohol to make him forget

Kevin quit drinking the day they won championship, they day Riko was killed died

it’s been a year and a half, now, and Kevin still wants to drink the minute things get hard mentally

(it’s also been a year and a half since the Foxes started getting onesies, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long, and only Allison remembers that summer where it all started)

so when Kevin enters his bad days, his bad weeks, the Foxes are used to his mood swinging back and forth between Queen of Assholery and Feral Fox

but Kevin isn’t

he isn’t used to feeling all of this, to always think, and think, and think, until everything inside his head is as loud as the outside, until it’s all too much

yet he’s still expected to go on

still supposed to function, to perform, to be a decent human being when he’s not even sure he even feels human anymore

and so when Kevin snaps, the Foxes are supposed to be used to it

they’re not

nobody is

it’s summer practice

the 9 Foxes came in early, before the two new recruits arrive

Kevin is in the middle of yelling at Neil, who is very much yelling back at him

there’s that moment very full of testosterone where each of them throw away their gloves and helmets and sticks

they’re an inch from each other’s face and then Kevin suddenly… stops

he completely stops

his face goes blank, his feet move him back, his arms go slack

he looks at Neil, and he looks, and looks, and looks…

as if he could find an answer to a question he doesn’t know he’s asking

Neil, who has never learned to watch his mouth after all the trouble it got him into, keeps tearing into Kevin

Kevin keeps backing up and Neil keeps pushing further

but apart from his backwards movement, Kevin doesn’t react

pure apathy doesn’t suit him nearly as well as it did Andrew

the other Foxes are so silent, that between two of Neil’s breaths, they can all hear him whisper

“Stop.”

but Neil doesn’t hear him, or doesn’t want to

it gets so out of control, even Wymack has to step in, on the court, when he sees Kevin so unresponsive

it gets so bad, eventually Neil, too, stops his yelling and just looks at Kevin

and he looks, and looks, and looks…

as if he could understand the question Kevin is asking an answer for with his pleading, green eyes

“Stop… Just- stop. I can’t- anymore… “

Kevin shakes his head and looks at the floor as hatred and hurt grip his guts

he takes another step back

suddenly he jerks his head back up and looks at Neil

“I hate you. God, I hate all of you.”

he looks at all his Foxes

then leaves

Kevin Day leaves the court

behind his back, he doesn’t see Matt holding back a furious yet teary-eyed Dan

he doesn’t see Renee leaving her goal to join Andrew’s side, her big racquet blocking his way

he doesn’t see Nicky putting his hand on Neil’s shoulder, squeezing in empathy

he doesn’t see Allison throwing away her racquet against the plexiglass wall with all that she’s got, fuming and hiding her tears

he doesn’t see Wymack matching over to Neil, a whole speech ready to give Neil his piece of mind

and he certainly doesn’t see Aaron collapsing to the ground, his hands holding his head and gripping his hair, his breaths shallow, his jaw clenched shut, his eyes dry yet red-rimmed

but from behind Kevin’s back, none of them see him either

they can’t see him losing his breath as he starts running away

they can’t see him clenching and unclenching his left hand

and they certainly can’t see him crying

the week that follows is undeniably tense between all the Foxes

that week also coincides with a lot of events

there’s the new Foxes’ arrival

there’s the start of classes

there’s the mandatory psych session with Betsy before Exy season starts

and there’s August 27th

Mom’s accident

Kevin remembers the day vividly, he truly does

he remembers because the week of the accident, he was supposed to start school for the first time, on September 1st

he had picked his outfit for the first day, he had new red Exy-themed shoes, he had even planned the lunch he wanted to have that day in his lunchbox (spaghetti squash casserole. yeah, weird kid.)

on August 27th, Mom didn’t come home

on August 27th, he went to the Moriyama property

on August 27th, he settled into a weirdly well-accommodated room that fit both him and Riko

on September 1st, he woke up with Riko and they prepared for their first day

on September 1st, Kevin wore his planned outfit, put on his red shoes

on September 1st, Kevin did not have spaghetti squash casserole

she left him nothing but an aversion for squash, red shoes, and Exy

which brings us as to why, on August 27th, as all the team is mandated to talk an hour with Betsy Dobson, Kevin Day volunteers to go first (with Aaron volunteering to go second and be the designated driver for the pair)

none of the Foxes have really talked to Kevin since the previous week’s outburst

Kevin has no other outlet for this painful day

it’s either talk to Betsy, or ruin 496 days of sobriety with one vodka bottle

the only words exchanged between Kevin and Aaron, on the drive to Reddin Medical Center, are, surprisingly, from Kevin

“Somebody should get you a new goddamn car.”

he doesn’t elaborate further than that, but Aaron looks at him strangely

his car really is garbage, though

once arrived at their destination, Kevin doesn’t wait for Aaron and bursts in Betsy’s office without warning

it takes at least half an hour of Betsy talking before Kevin gives up his silence

everything was already there, he just had to open his mouth and let his words fall

Kevin: I’ve been sober for 496 days. I’ve been thinking about my Mom’s anniversary for the past few weeks. That’s today, now. And last Friday, I told Neil, then the whole team, that I hated them. Care to unpack that for me?

Betsy: I can help you sort some things out, of course, Kevin. But this is your baggage. I’m afraid I can’t do this without your help. Why don’t you tell me more about this hatred you feel towards your teammates?

Kevin: I dont. Hate them. I don’t… I hate what they do to me. How they treat me. Their double standards. How they forget, how they dismiss. Mind you, I’m well aware of my asshole status. I know I am. But them… they’re… they’re mean. Vicious. They cut and stab and don’t care about what’s underneath. They don’t care that I helped them get the title of Champions. They don’t care that I was there every step of the way, that I was right there beside them when we played the Ravens, when we won. They don’t care that Riko died, that he once broke my hand, that I was legally kidnapped, that I went through hell and still lived to walk on my own two feet. They don’t care that I, too, once had a mom. They don’t care that my Mom died. They don’t care. To them, I’m still just a cunt. It’s unbearable. They don’t give a shit and I’m so, so tired, Betsy. I’m not asking for much. I just want… I want- I want them to let me breathe. I want them to realize that, I’m just like them. I’m a Fox. I’m a Fox as much as they are. I wake up everyday, and feel all this weight on my shoulders, in my stomach, on my heart, but I carry on anyways, and I don’t know why, but I do, just like them. Is that so hard to grasp? Is that so hard to accept? What am I doing wrong, Betsy?

Betsy: Oh, Kevin…

the rest of the session passes in a blur

Kevin talks about how every time he takes a photograph, he thinks of Kayleigh, of how brightly she smiles in all the photos Wymack has of her, of how he wishes he could take pictures of her with his own camera

Kevin talks about how every strong woman in the Irish folklore he reads about wears Kayleigh’s face

Kevin talks about how he thought Thea had been a bit like her, and how, in the end, she hadn’t been at all, she was her own woman, a woman he didn’t know and didn’t love, and how he thought he had lost a bit of Kayleigh again when they separated

Kevin talks

he talks

and Betsy listens

when his time is up, Kevin’s voice is hoarse with exhaustion and sadness

he lets Aaron in as he decides to take a run back to Fox Tower

his mind tries to guilt him into going back to the court, but between facing the Foxes after that and isolating himself in his dorm, Kevin knows what’s best for him

he is only disturbed in the late evening, when Wymack enters the dorm

even Neil, Andrew and Nicky hadn’t come back yet

Kevin knows something is wrong

Wymack isn’t supposed to be here

Wymack: Day… Listen, son.

Kevin sits up on his bed

Wymack: Argh, I’ll cut the bullshit. It’s Abby. There’s been an accident. Her car’s fucking scrap metal now. She was brought to the hospital 45 minutes ago, I just got the call. She’s going into surgery. We’ll all visit her in the morning.

Not again

Not Abby

What the fuck is this life?

Wymack: Number Seven wants to see you now. Don’t ask me why, I don’t wanna know. I’ll let her in, don’t make me regret this. Sleep good, son. I’ll see you tomorrow.

he opens the door, takes one last look at Kevin’s tense form, and leaves as Allison comes in

she’s wearing her giraffe onesie tied at the waist, with an oversized WALKER 09 t-shirt

she stands in front of Kevin until he looks up at her

Allison: Scoot over. We’re watching The Crown.

and Kevin, dumbfounded, lets her and moves

he finds himself quite intrigued by the storyline, enough to only worry about Abby with his fingers, fiddling with one of the giraffe’s horns

after the third or fourth episode, Allison starts to talk, eyeing Kevin’s fingers playing with her onesie

Allison: Wanna know the latest gossip? Even Andrew has a onesie, now. God, I can’t believe this is a sentence that exists. Andrew Minyard owns a fucking onesie. Do you know what that makes you?

Kevin stays silent, eyes fixed somewhere not quite on Ally’s laptop screen

Allison: That makes you the only Fox without one.

Kevin: Oh, so now I’m a Fox? Didn’t seem that way earlier. Or, like, ever.

the dealer chooses her next words very carefully

Allison: Just because we hadn’t seen it yet, just because we were too busy stuffing our heads up our asses, doesn’t mean you weren’t a Fox… I know, I know. Hard to feel like one when the others give you shit non-stop. Been there, done that. And now I’ve done it to you, too, and I’m… Sorry. We’re dysfunctional, there’s no changing that. But- We can do better. We’ll try, promise. I think you’ve made quite an impression on Betsy today, ‘cause we all received a good talk from her during our sessions. I mean, don’t expect Andrew running in to apologize, but, you know… Something about Betsy turning severe makes you re-evaluate your life choices. We’ll do better, Day.

Kevin looks at her, then

really looks at her

and nods

yet just as he turns his attention back to the screen, Allison leaves the Netflix page and googles “onesie adult”

Kevin: Oh, no. Absolutely not. Nope.

Allison: Oh, yes, yes, yessss!

but then, of course, there’s a knock at the door, and Allison gets up, opens the door, lets the person in, whispers something, and leaves

just like that

and oh

It’s Aaron

Aaron: So… Allison tells me you’re finally getting yourself one of those stupid pajamas too?

Kevin: I am not. What are you doing here anyway? The others will be back soon, I assume.

Aaron: Well, it’s my shift…

Kevin: Your what now?

Aaron: No, it’s not like that! We just… We thought you’d want some space because of… today… But then Abby… We didn’t want you to be alone.

Kevin: Really. Who’s “we”?

Aaron: The proud Palmetto State Foxes’ Exy team. All of them. You know, Dan, Matt, Renee, Allison, Andrew and Neil, Nicky… Me.

once again, Kevin can’t help but stare, deeply surprised

Aaron: Andrew and the others will be back for the whole night, but for now, it’s my turn. I wanted to take the first “watch”, but Allison said she had business to do with you. And I’m not getting in the way of that woman.

Kevin honest-to-God snorts

Kevin: If by “business” she meant bullying me into buying this onesie shit, then you should have gotten in her way. I’m not doing that. It’s fucking dumb.

Aaron: Hey!

Kevin: Aaron Minyard, don’t tell me you’ve participated in this madness…

Aaron: So what if I have? It wasn’t exactly on purpose, but I got one. And you don’t. So really, who’s dumb here?

Kevin: What is it??

Aaron: Not telling you.

Kevin: C’mon…

Aaron: Nope. You can’t bribe me. I’m not telling you shit. However, what I can telling you, is that it feels kinda wrong that we all have a pajama and you don’t…

Kevin: Oh my God, fine! What did the others get?

Aaron: Well, besides Ally’s giraffe, we got a tiger, a dinosaur, a teddy bear, you’ve seen Nicky’s unicorn nonsense, and I’m not quite sure about Andrew’s… Oh, and Neil’s is a fox, obviously. That predictable dumbass.

Kevin: Okay, well, I want a fox too.

Aaron: No, Kevin, you can’t.

Kevin: What? Why not!?

Aaron: Because. Neil’s already got a fox. Do you want to be a copycat AND a predictable dumbass?

and so until 1 AM, Kevin and Aaron bicker about each of Kevin’s suggestions (a Palmetto Foxes onesie, a USC Trojans onesie, an Irish-themed onesie, a white fox onesie, a gray fox onesie, and so on…)

when Andrew, Neil and Nicky come back into the dorm, Kevin’s almost laid all the way down on his bed, his head resting on Aaron’s elbow, as Aaron is sitting right next to him, laptop propped on a pillow and his fingers scrolling away

Aaron looks at Andrew, sighs, and looks at Kevin

they nod to each other, before Aaron gets up to go back to his dorm

Kevin sits up correctly when Aaaron is gone and Andrew approaches

Kevin pretends not to notice and googles one more idea, “brown fox onesie”

as he scrolls down and down and down, Andrew looks over his shoulder

and points at one picture

Andrew: That one. Now go to bed. We’re getting up at ass-o’clock tomorrow.

for the third time this evening, Kevin is shocked

he does look at Andrew’s pick attentively, though, and decides to go with it

that night, even if images of Abby covered in blood plague him for at least an hour, Kevin falls asleep to the memory of Aaron’s skin against his cheek, which somehow translates into dreams of Kayleigh resting both her hands on his cheeks as they sit in a field of wildflowers

a couple of weeks later, Kevin doesn’t tell the team his onesie has arrived

but he is forced to admit it when, for Halloween, they organize a huge party for themselves only, where they decided to wear their pajamas as costumes for the night

Kevin feels so stupid in his outfit

he even had to buy a LARGE because he’s so fucking tall

but it still feels… comfy… warm… not so bad…

maybe this can work for him…

it’s only when he steps into the girls’ living room that a problem arises

Aaron: What the fuck is this.

Kevin: Hum… A brown fox? Technically, Neil’s is orange, so you can’t shit on me!

Aaron: That- That’s not a fox, Kevin! What the fuck.

Kevin: Okay, well what are you then?? A mutant mouse?

Aaron: What are you- Oh my God, you don’t know what Pokemons are.

with that, Aaron turns around and yells for his twin

Aaron: ANDREW JOSEPH FUCKING MINYARD. YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE, DIDN’T YOU? YOU BASTARD.

he storms off yelling

Kevin only reunites with Aaron at the end of the night, on the girls’ balcony, both sober

Kevin: You know, for someone who pushed me so much to do this stupid thing, you’re not being very nice about it. I know you wanted me to be “original” or whatever, but it’s not like I look like Neil! Why are you so upset?

Aaron: Kevin. It’s not a fox.

Kevin: Oh for God sake’s Aaron, you-

Aaron: It’s a Pokemon, Kevin. They’re like little monsters, kind of, and it’s a videogame, but there’s anime, manga, and collectible cards and… I used to- I used to collect those. Before. I lost them, now, but see this? This is one of them. It’s the main Pokemon, actually. His name’s Pikachu.

Kevin: Okay… Who am I, then?

Aaron: You… You’re Eevee.

Kevin: And what’s “Eevee”…?

Aaron: Pikachu’s girlfriend.

and oh.

Oh.

Kevin: Andrew didn’t tell me… The little fucker. I thought- Sorry. I didn’t mean to be another pawn in one of Andrew’s little games. Why did he do that to you?

Aaron: I think you know why.

Kevin looked at Aaron

Aaron looked at Kevin

Kevin: Fuck.

Aaron: Yeah, that.

Kevin: What?

Aaron: Nothing!

Kevin: Aaron.

Aaron: Kevin.

Kevin slowly invaded Aaron’s space until his back touched the railing, and placed one hand on each side of the backliner

Aaron looked up at Kevin

Kevin looked down at Aaron

Kevin: Okay?

Aaron: Okay.

and Kevin grabbed Aaaron by the hoodie of his pajama, and pulled him close, closer, closer, closer, until their lips met, at last

it was a long-awaited kiss, a careful kiss, a kiss of home and yes and oh and warmth and safe

Kevin reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead on top of Aaron’s, knowing they have very little time before the other Foxes found them snogging on the balcony like a goddamn cliché

Kevin: Aaron.

Aaron: Kevin.

Kevin: I’m gonna ask you something stupid, and you can’t punch me for it, okay?

Aaron: Fine, okay.

Kevin: Do you want to be the Pikachu… to my Eevee?

Aaron: YOU FUCKING MORON!

and with that, Kevin burst out laughing, as if the Foxes’ attention wasn’t already on them the second Aaron started yelling

Allison and Matt knowingly started whooping with their beers raised for a toast

Dan was facepalming hard, shaking her head, but smiling nonetheless

Renee smiled her genuine, angelic smile while clapping Nicky on the back as he choked on his drink

Neil, arms crossed, watched the scene unfold with contentment

and Andrew. Andrew had no reaction at all. at all.

he was looking at his nails, no knife in sight, no fucks given

which, in Andrew’s language, meant everything

and so that October 31st was one for the books, the books about the good days, the good feelings, the good memories

because the Foxes had those, too

Kevin Day had good days

Aaron Minyard had good days

Allison Reynolds and Renee Walker had good days

Dan Wilds and Matt Boyd had good days

Nicky Hemmick had good days

Neil Josten had good days

even Andrew Minyard had good days

God knows they deserve them

these onesies, as silly, as stupid, as corny, as childish as they may be, were a proof of that

a proof that the Palmetto State Foxes could be better, could do better, and could get better

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flutteringdreams-matw · 3 years

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Out of Time (6)

First/Last

Read on AO3

Word Count: 6032

Previously: Vlad and Maddie talk about cores. Clockwork gives some answers and proposes more questions. Dani shows up at Val's.

Now: Some exposition before Dan and Danny round 2 - ghost zone edition. Fight scene (T rated, cw for choking)

Link to the next chapter will be in the replies once posted. As always - please let me know what you think!

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"Let me get this straight," Valerie started, eying the young girl across from her from the stovetop. She turned the pancake over in the pan and nudged it slightly. "You just happened to show up a few days ago from the Ghost Zone and just… hung out in the town when Phantom put the shield up? All on your own?"

Dani nodded, putting another piece of her pancake in her mouth. "Yep," she said, mouth full. "Not hard really – ghosts don't need to eat much. With that shield up, none of the natural portals have opened in the city – and I wasn't just going to leave."

Valerie put another pancake on the table before pouring more batter into the pan. "And you didn't reach out to your cousin because…"

Dani frowned. "Something's wrong," she said worriedly. "This isn't like Danny; this shield … whatever reason it's up is because he wants to protect the town. He and the Fentons must be facing something big and I don't want to get in their way."

Valerie turned the stove off, adding the last pancake to the stack between them, before she plopped herself at the table. Putting her head in her arm, she looked across at the young girl with a frown. "I don't think Phantom would mind. He seemed pretty worried about you the last time you were here."

Dani smiled. "Of course he wouldn't," she agreed. "The Fentons would love for me to stay too. But they've done so much for me and I don't want to be a burden. Or Danny worrying about me on top of everything else." She grabbed another pancake from the stack between the teens and helped herself. "Besides, other than the Fentons… my only options were you, a Ghost Hunter, or Vlad. I figured I'd chance it."

Valerie frowned in disgust at the mention of the mayor. "Yikes."

Sensing the girl's conflict, Dani waved her off. "It's fine. Vlad gets all of us at the beginning. Besides, you and Danny worked together to save me; figured you couldn't be all bad."

Valerie opened her mouth to argue that she didn't regularly team up with the ghost kid but stopped herself. This kid was all alone and was worried about Phantom, the only tangible relative she had. While Valerie had her opinions about the ghost teen, she couldn't burst this girl's bubble. Besides, if she managed to get information from the girl, it'd be a bonus.

"Sorry about dinner, Dad's working the night shift and pancakes are my go-to in times like this."

Dani grinned. "Are you kidding? Pancakes are the best! I mean… I didn't even know what they were until now!"

Valerie chuckled; she knew she liked this kid. The two girls sat in a comfortable silence for a little bit, before the news bulletin from earlier that day repeated with sharp shrill. Dani whirled around, the grin sliding off her face as she watched the fight from earlier. "Danny…" she whispered worriedly. The half-ghost turned around, distraught. "Is he okay?"

Valerie sighed; wincing again as she watched Phantom fall right after his last attack, Lance Thunder appearing to a repeat of what he witnessed. "I don't know," she answered honestly.

"We need to help him!" Dani exclaimed, a ring of light appearing at her waist. Valerie stared at it for a moment, remembering how the ghost girl transformed, before running and putting her hands on Dani's shoulders.

"Hold up - That was hours ago," the older teen replied soothingly. "There's no way of knowing where he would go if injured. Or if those ghosts were on his side."

Dani pouted, the light disappearing. "But –"

Valerie sighed. "I know you're worried, but Phantom's – and I can't believe I'm saying this – strong. I'm sure he'll be fine. The blasted ghost just doesn't stay down. If he's not back to his insufferable self by tomorrow, then you should worry."

Dani stared at the girl, a look of confusion dancing across her face before it lit up in realization. "Oh," she exclaimed softly. "He didn't tell you, did he?"

Valerie frowned in confusion. "Tell me what?"

"Nevermind," Dani replied quickly, brushing her off. She smiled gratefully. "You're right – I'll call the Fenton's tomorrow. If anyone knows where Danny Phantom might be, it'd be them." Valerie's face went from curious to uncomfortable very quickly. "What?" Dani asked, worried that she might have upset the girl.

Valerie looked away from her. "That'll be all you," she said, cheeks turning red. "My only contact with the Fentons is through Danny. He and I might be civil, but I really don't want to talk to my ex about this. He gets enough ghost stuff from his parents."

Dani was silent for a moment, before smiling from ear to ear. "Hold up….Danny Fenton is your ex?" she asked sneakily. Valerie nodded, bewildered as the two teens stared at each other. Finally, Dani burst out laughing, pointing and making noises.

"What!? He's scared of ghosts!" Valerie continued over the girl's laughter. "If we stayed together, ghosts would use him as bait to get to me!"

Dani laughed harder still, tears in her eyes. Valerie sighed glumly, watching as her new house guest laugh herself to the floor.

:-=-:

Everything hurt. Everything. The raw energy that now flooded him was only just holding Dan at bay. The evil ghost yelled something over the strong crackles of electricity and howls of the wind. Was this what Clockwork warned him of? Was this all he could do? It couldn't be.

He was tired – run ragged from everything he endured. He let his own powers push outward, feeling not only raw but core energy expend out of him.

The Ecto-Storm released – pain….the world exploded in pain.

Green eyes met a pair of fearful eyes in a distance – two pairs? –

An explosion and it all went dark…

Danny gasped as he awoke, looking around widely as he readjusted from his nightmare. He was sitting with his back against his door, looking inward into his room. Did I just pass out? Everything seemed so much bigger from down here, so far away. Danny frowned as he remembered his conversation with Clockwork and Ethelwulf. Was this another glimpse of the future?

Danny stood slowly, grabbing the door quickly as his knees buckle. He felt his core shift violently at the sudden movement. "Come on," he muttered, shaking his head. Almost as if responding, his core quieted and he felt stronger, standing up on his own. Danny frowned -There were no sparks violently going through him, his base powers were holding. If Sam was right… then what he just saw will happen. Danny shuddered as that thought went through him, bile rising from the back of his throat. "Get a grip," he muttered. "It could be worse."

Sure – keep telling yourself that Phantom voiced from the back of his mind.

A small explosion from downstairs erased his rebuttal. Danny furrowed his brow as he opened the door cautiously. Another sound, this time from an ecto-gun, came up from the lab. "Hello?" Danny called from the top of the stairs. When no response came, he sped down the stairs and down to the lab. "Mom? Dad?" As he reached the bottom he stopped, suddenly taken aback by the commotion in the lab.

His parents were at opposite ends of the lab; his Mom was facing off against Jazz and Sam with various weapons and tactics while his Dad, Ethelwulf and Tucker were hunched over at the main console in deep conversation. He looked at both ends of the lab, half amused, half relieved at what he was walking into.

"Overwhelming – isn't it?"

Danny jumped as Clockwork appeared beside him, his time staff resting on the ground softly. Blue eyes met red for a moment as the world continued beyond them. Danny chuckled slightly. "Nah, I'm used to it," he replied with a genuine smile as he turned back to the multiple activities of the lab.

Clockwork stared at Danny, regarding him in pity. "That's not what I meant," the old ghost told him. Danny's smile fell slightly, but he didn't look at Clockwork. "I would be surprised if it wasn't overwhelming; you're only fifteen. You've had to deal with Time in ways none of us have before. Just remember you are not alone; you do not have to suffer through these visions on your own."

Danny said nothing, standing in silence next to the Time Master as he watched his friends and family interact with each other. "You're right," he said, finally turning to Clockwork. Clockwork raised an eyebrow, inviting the boy to go on. "I had another vision. Whatever these things are, the one thing I know is I'm going to face Dan." Danny crossed his arm and frowned in thought. "If only there was some way to find out –"

"No," Clockwork interrupted sternly. Danny jumped, wide-eyed at the tone. "Even if there were, the less you learn about the future the better." Clockwork floated lower to the half-ghost's eye level. The harshness in his eyes softened slightly. "Trust me Danny, having the knowledge of time is one thing; having to make decisions based on that knowledge? It is the greatest burden of all." The boy's blue eyes met the tired, sad red eyes of the ghost and saw the turmoil behind the words. They stood staring at each other for a few moments, before Clockwork sighed, looking upward. With a small nod, Clockwork disappeared abruptly, bringing Danny's attention back to the occupants of the lab.

He looked between his parents again, realizing none of them had noticed his entrance. Deciding that he didn't want to be hit by a stray ecto-blast from Jazz, Danny made his way over to his father, mentor and best friend.

Sensing movement, Jack looked up from the screen briefly, before beaming. "Danny! Perfect timing!" he boomed, waving him over. "We were just going over your files."

Danny frowned apprehensively. "The ones on Dan?"

"No- the other secret Ghost files," Tucker said sarcastically, not looking up from the screen. Danny glared half-heartedly in his direction, but gestured for him to continue. "I've been pointing out the attacks we know he has for sure – this way we can figure out how to defend ourselves." He typed something into the computer, hitting the final key emphatically. Blueprints for a large ghost shield appeared on the main monitor. Finally, the dark skinned teen turned to half-ghost. "Your parents have a large shield schematic ready to go – they're just missing one thing."

Danny blinked. "Which is?"

"Dan's ecto-signature," Jack replied. Danny looked at him wide-eyed. "If we can specify the difference between you and him, we can adapt the shield's programming to keep Dan out and not hurt you in the process." The larger man put his hand on Danny's shoulder, making him stumble. "If we can get that shield up and running, you can heal up properly."

Danny shot him a grateful smile. "That's a great idea!" he exclaimed. Danny's eyes ran over the screen, recognizing some of the data on the screen. When he realized what was missing, he frowned slightly. "This isn't going to be easy – while Dan has half of my ecto-signature, he also has half of someone else's."

"Right," Ethelwulf confirmed, yellow eyes scanning a different screen. "Though from your files, you indicate that Dan had shifted forms to look like you and that he has a heat core. However, ghost cores don't change much at a molecular level – even when altered."

"Think of it like water," Jack continued. "Molecularly, stays the same but its form shifts; Even when frozen or as a gas."

"We believe that this secondary ecto-signature was a catalyst for your core to shift," Ethelwulf explained. "If this alternate version of you had an ice core during the time of the merge, then it changed into a heat core during this process but did not drastically change your ecto-signature."

Danny looked between Ethelwulf and his father in confusion. "Doesn't that mean we have the same ecto-signature?"

"Not quite," Jack said. "Remember, Jazz sent the boooo-merang into the zone to find you. It keyed into you – not the other you. Don't you see?"

Danny looked at Tucker for assistance. "Not really," he admitted.

"Basically even though it might be small, there is a difference between your ecto-sig and Dan's," Tucker answered determinedly. "All we have to do is figure out what aspect is more like Plasmius' ecto-signature, reverse the coding to prevent that ecto-signature being the one kept out of the shield and we'll be all set."

Jack blinked, before turning to Danny suddenly. "Wait - Plasmius is the other ecto-signature!?" he asked incredulously. Tucker flinched under the glare Danny sent his way. Danny sighed, nodding but did not elaborate further. The boy's demeanour changed; reserved and subdued. Jack frowned as his son stared at the schematics, hardened blue eyes lost in thought. "Hey – this is a good thing Danny! We have all the pieces we need to create the shield." He nudged Danny slightly, smiling reassuringly at his son. "It's a solid plan. You just have to trust us."

Danny shot his father a small smile. "I do," he said gratefully. Jack clapped Danny on the shoulder once more before turning back to Ethelwulf in conversation.

Tucker chuckled. "You seriously need to lighten up," he joked. "Between your Dad, Ethelwulf and this Techno geek, this shield will be up no problem!"

Danny smiled at his friend's enthusiasm and attempt to make him feel better. "I don't doubt it," he said. Danny looked his friend up and down, finally realizing something was different. "Tuck…. What are you wearing?"

Tucker smiled widely, puffing out his chest. The red beret was still there, but instead of his street clothes, Tucker was in a mustard yellow jumpsuit with dark green gloves and boots. Over his chest, he had two straps creating an X full of small pouches. "You parents thought it was time we had our own jumpsuits in case we have to be in the field. We got to design some of those jumpsuits that your Dad didn't have a chance to dye orange yet."

"We?" Danny asked, raising an eyebrow. Tucker rolled his eyes exasperatedly, muttering something under his breath before pointing to the other side of the lab. As Danny's eyes followed, he noticed his sister in an almost identical jumpsuit as his Mom's with the same X pattern as Tucker's on her back.

When his eyes found Sam, his breath hitched in his throat; her jumpsuit was a deep purple with black boots and gloves, with a small black flower on her back. She too, had straps along her torso, but most had a few ecto-guns attached at her back. She flipped gracefully in the air, a smug smile on her face as she dodged his Mom's staff and released the Jack-o-Nine tails, leaving the older Fenton unarmed. He couldn't keep his eyes off her; the world's sound disappeared as she became the only thing he could focus on. She was… he couldn't even describe what he was feeling right now. Vaguely, he heard Tucker talking at him, but it was drowned out by his heart pounding in his eardrums.

"Come on Space Cadet," Tucker said, smirking as he pulled the boy away from the console and toward the sparring women.

"What?" he replied dumbly, blinking owlishly at his friend.

Tucker chuckled. "Oh man," he murmured to himself. "Sam better appreciate this."

"What!?" Danny asked again, his voice going a bit higher in pitch.

Maddie waved her hand in the air, stopping the sparring match as the two boys approached. "You girls are getting much better," she said confidently, putting a hand on her hip. "Jazz – your weapon control is steadily improving. You might be able to handle the weapons that require higher precision now!"

"Finally!" the red head exclaimed in triumph. She wiped her brow and turned to Sam. "You've got to teach me that sliding tackle you used on Mom – it was wicked."

Sam smiled proudly. "Definitely." Noticing her two best friends on the sidelines, she turned slightly toward them. "Next time, we can give these two a run for their money."

Tucker held up his hands in surrender at the girl's suggestion. "I'm all for training, but not for getting destroyed by you. You do that enough in video games. Right Danny?" The boy in question did not answer, continuing to gape unbecomingly at Sam. Tucker sighed and locked eyes with an amused Jazz.

Before Jazz could comment on her brother's state, Maddie tugged her arm away from the group of teens. "Come on Jazz, let's help your father with that shield," she teased, a small smile across her lips.

"Mom!" Jazz whined, watching her opportunity to tease her brother move farther away as her Mom dragged her from the teens.

Sam watched them go, confused, before turning back to her friend. "What's with him?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion. Tucker shrugged, looking exasperated. Sam waved her gloved hand in front of Danny. "Hello? Earth to Danny?"

Danny blinked as he stepped back. "Purple!" he blurted out, startled. Tucker covered his face forcefully and groaned at his friend's lack of control.

"Purple?" Sam repeated, confused. "Oh! You mean this!" She gestured to her jumpsuit. "Pretty cool right? I was going to use black, but it'd look too much like yours." When Danny didn't say anything else, she frowned. "What? Not Goth enough?"

Finally shaking out of his stupor, Danny shook his head. "Just… purple's a nice colour on you," he said. Sam blinked, before her face turned slightly pink, making Danny's go slightly pink as well.

Tucker looked up at the ceiling in exasperation as his two best friends continued to stare awkwardly. "Hopeless," he said with a sigh. "Utterly hopeless." Deciding that it was time to break whatever spell they had on each other he turned to the half-ghost of the group with his hand on his hip. "How are you doing after today?"

Danny made a face. "It's… a lot," he said after a while. He turned away from his friends, staring at the portal as memories flashed before his eyes. "You guys weren't there – at the end I mean. How close it was. Now… it's a whole lot bigger than just beating him."

Sam frowned. "The time visions?"

"Not just them," Danny admitted, looking briefly at his family at the console. "If I was him-"

"Which you're not," Tucker said pointedly.

"Which I'm not," he agreed sardonically. "I wouldn't want to recreate the accident. I would want revenge." Danny started pacing, frowning in worry. "That battle this morning? He was toying with me – trying to see what I can do. Now he's somewhere in the Ghost Zone planning who knows what and I have no idea how to stop him."

Tucker and Sam looked at each other before turning back to their now worried friend. Tucker moved first, grabbing Danny's shoulder and stopping him in his tracks. "We don't know his plan," he started determinedly, "but we might be able to find him." The dark skinned teen gave him a triumphant look as he pulled out what looked to be a small gaming controller with a screen on it. "Meet the Fento-drone."

"A video game Tuck?" Sam asked deadpanned.

"Not a video game – the best invention ever!" Tucker exclaimed. Danny rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, bemused. "Mr. F and I developed it. We can send in a couple of these bad boys into the Ghost Zone and have them look for your older jerkface of a self. When this is hooked up to the main system, we can control where they go." Tucker turned to Danny. "Your Dad said he wanted to add a couple things too – give it the ol' Fenton charm."

"That… actually might help," Danny said excitedly. "How many of those are done?"

Tucker opened his mouth to answer but shut it quickly as shrill, loud alarms suddenly came to life around them. The trio of teens turned back to the console, watching as the red lights flickered across the faces of the Fentons. A computerized voice sounded from above.

"Ecto-Exdous Alarm activated. Prepare to kick ghost keister!"

A flurry of movement appeared at the other end of the lab as both Fenton parents turned off the alarm pulled up the Ghost Zone Radar. The little ghost icons seemed to be in waves, the largest in the middle.

"I haven't seen that many ghosts since the Ghost King!" Jack exclaimed. "Tucker! Lend me a hand!"

"On it!" Tucker yelled, running toward the larger man, Sam at his heels.

Danny stayed back, watching the radar worriedly. If this is anything like the Ghost King, the ghosts are evacuating. He glanced at the waves, seeing a few icons break away from the large mass of ghosts toward the back and front. His eyes found the group the furthest away from the portal and the lone figure at the back. Dan - He was sure of it.

"Are any of the Fento-drones ready for launch?" Tucker asked, frantically typing in code through the system.

"Only two," Jack replied. He turned to his wife. "Mads, what's the containment system like?"

Maddie looked up from her screen to Jack. "95% - but that's nowhere near enough to house that many ghosts!"

Danny frowned, watching the screen from afar. No one seemed to notice his presence anymore, the radar attracting their complete attention.

"What will you do?"

Danny jumped as Clockwork appeared beside him. "Don't do that!" Danny exclaimed angrily. "If you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of something here!"

Clockwork rolled his eyes. "If you haven't noticed, time has slowed down." He replied, deadpanned.

Danny's eyes widened – Clockwork was right. Everything moved in slow motion around them, from the typing keyboard to running for weapons. He looked at the Time Master in confusion, but Clockwork cut him off.

"What will you do?" he asked again. "Time will not be slowed for much longer."

Danny looked back at the radar screen; one sole ghost moved quickly, gaining momentum as the rest of the ghosts slowed. His hand curled into a fist as time started to move normally.

"The first wave of ghosts should reach us any moment," his father yelled.

Danny looked toward his friends and family, all questioning their next move – if he was going to act, it had to be now.

"Should we close the portal?!" Maddie yelled back. Suddenly she stood up straight. "Wait…. Where's –"

Steeling his resolve, Danny locked eyes with Clockwork for a moment before he took off. He jumped up and he transformed, illuminating the lab in white light.

"Danny!" he heard his Mom yell after him as he flew quickly, diving into the portal.

The vast, empty space of Ghost Zone swirled magnificently as he flew toward the crowd at top speed. They didn't deserve this. No one deserved to be part of this. He had to get to them before -

"BEWARE!"

Danny stopped suddenly, taken aback at the ghost's sudden appearance in front of him. "Box Ghost?" he exclaimed, confused. Remembering why he was here in the first place, he shook his head. "Where is he?" he asked seriously.

The Box Ghost looked at the young Phantom in front of him. "Runaway Ghost Child!" he said with wide eyes, grabbing Danny by the shoulders. "The other Phantom is too powerful. He's destroyed many realms with his sonic attack!"

"Ghostly Wail," Danny corrected impatiently. "Where is he Box Ghost? What's holding him back?"

The Box Ghost frowned worriedly, looking away. "The Far Frozen started to form ice shields as we ran," he started. Danny could see the larger crowd getting closer. "But he broke them suddenly. We thought we were getting away but he came toward us out of nowhere. Skulker and Ember told us to head for your portal; they're fighting him now."

Eyes narrowing in frustration, Danny broke away from the startled ghost. "Listen Box Ghost," he started, looking at the amount of ghosts headed his way. "I need you to lead those ghosts through my parents' portal and up into Amity – just like when the Ghost King attacked. Tell my parents to be ready to close the portal as soon as everyone gets through."

"Me!?" the Box Ghost exclaimed incredulously. "What about you?!"

Danny ignored him. "Go!" he yelled, taking flight again as he headed deeper into the Ghost Zone.

As he passed over the crowd, he heard calls of "Great One!" from below. A quick scan found a large group of yetis flanking the outer perimeter of the mass of ghosts, Frostbite among them. He flew down towards them, floating in place. "Get to the portal," he ordered quickly. "I'm going to hold him off long enough for everyone to get out safely. Find Ethelwulf – he and Clockwork will explain." He took off again, ignoring any of the calls from the group of Far Frozen workers. As he passed the last of the escaping ghosts, he stopped. In the distance he could see a lot of debris, islands that used to house ghosts turned to rubble.

How could he cause this much damage so quickly? He asked himself, distraught. He gasped, brought out of his musings by explosions up ahead. His hands balled into fists and eyes narrowed in anger. Danny shot forward toward the fight. Dan was not getting to Amity Park – not today.

:-=-:

Skulker fired another round of rockets from his suit's armour before dodging behind a floating piece of debris toward Ember. The rockstar ghost scanned her green eyes over her boyfriend's bodysuit as she quickly restrung her guitar.

"Remind me again why we're risking our necks to help the others get out of here?" she asked bitterly.

Skulker reloaded his blaster and a few more rockets quickly, chancing a small glance around their hiding spot. "Because nothing can get past the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter and Ember McLain," he replied. "I don't see him."

Ember scoffed, turning the dial on her guitar up. "Who is this guy anyway? He has the dipstick's little symbol on his chest but that is definitely not Phantom. Not unless he aged himself up."

Skulker's eyes narrowed. "No, but his head will make an excellent addition to my collection." The ghost hunter turned to Ember. "We'll move on my signal. Three – Two-"

"One," Dan's snide voice came from above the pair as a strong ecto-blast came barrelling toward them. Skulker and Ember flew sideways, in opposite directions, dodging as the blast hit the large floating rock they hit. Ember jumped on her guitar, surfing through the zone and sending a flurry of blue flames to the spectre as she passed. Dan merely put up a shield, watching with a grin as she came to a stop a few yards away. The flames petered out, making him drop the shield. "What? Can't stand the heat?" he asked menacingly. Blue flames appeared in his hands as he flung them outward, a set of flames thrown in the shape of an X toward the ghost diva. Ember jumped off her guitar, grabbing its neck as she dodged. Pulling the guitar close to her, she played a loud chord, sending two ectoplasmic fists back at the evil spirit. Dan flew upward, flipping over the attack as he sent his own ecto-blasts back. He landed forcefully on a floating rock, laughing slightly as he felt his boots sink into the earth.

His ghost sense flooded his nose as he sensed the robotic ghost behind him. Dan turned, bringing his right knee upwards and into Skulker's abdomen. The ghost grunted in pain as Dan grabbed his arm and swung him around, throwing him straight into Ember. The two ghosts cried out in pain as they tumbled through the air. "Too easy," Dan gloated, igniting his hands in green ecto-energy one more time. He threw another ghost ray at the pair. Skulker flew out of the way quickly, but the ray hit Ember sending her flying, her limp body rolling through the air.

"Ember!" Skulker called out to her, stricken. Her body came to a stop, floating in place, unconscious. With a roar of anger, Skulker flew towards Dan, two large blades appearing from his forearms. "You'll pay for that abomination!"

Dan waited, evil grin still plastered on his face as he waited for the emotional ghost in front of him. As Skulker aimed for his stomach, he created an opening, letting the blades go straight through with no injury.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" Dan asked, eyes narrowing. Skulker gasped as Dan grabbed his shoulders, lifting him above the ghost. "I think you have your priorities wrong here tin can." Dan threw the ghost, sending another blast towards the hunter. It hit Skulker straight on, sending him flying upward. He managed to steady himself just as he heard Dan speak again. "Why face me when your girlfriend is the one in danger."

Skulker's green eyes widened as he realized what the ghost was about to do. Skulker rushed over to his fallen comrade, covering her with his own body as he felt the blast connect with his armour. He gritted his teeth, biting back a cry of pain. Skulker turned back to glare at the spectre, parts of his battle suit falling into the abyss of the Ghost Zone as the blast subsided. Ember stirred briefly, but didn't awaken. Holding the pop star's form close, Skulker held out his right arm, taking aim with one of his rockets.

Dan smirked, crossing his arms. "Oh please," he said. "You can't defeat me; you had 10 years to, what, put my pelt as a throw rug? I know your whole playbook Skulker – there's no way out of this."

Skulker lowered his weapon, wide-eyed. "Ghost child?" he questioned, confused.

Dan chuckled. "Not quite," he drawled, red eyes shining gleefully. "Not since I ripped out my humanity." He flew up to Skulker's level but still had lots of space in between them. "Now, time to send my younger self a message."

He inhaled deeply before releasing his sonic attack, ripples of energy erupting from his mouth. Skulker closed his eyes, hugging Ember tighter as he braced for impact.

It never came.

Skulker's eyes flew open as merely three feet away Danny Phantom, the one he knew, held a large ecto-shield in front of them, holding the attack at bay. "You!" Skulker yelled over the older Phantom's attack.

Danny's arms shook from strain as he held the shield against Dan's wail for a few moments. He turned his head slightly toward the ghost behind him. "Get to the portal," he told him as he wail pushed him backward. "I'll distract him until then."

Skulker frowned, looking between the two Phantoms in confusion. "How…" he started, before looking down at Ember worriedly.

Danny followed his gaze guiltily as Dan stopped his attack. The younger ghost turned his attention back to the older, dropping the shield. "Hurry," he said, watching Dan apprehensively. Skulker didn't need to be told twice; he took off toward the human portal, leaving the two Phantoms facing off.

"I see you got my message," Dan told him snidely, watching in amusement how Danny's face contorted in rage. "Now, now – don't get all worked up."

"You're not getting to that portal," Danny told him coolly.

Dan laughed at his naivety. "You always did have such childish motives." Dan flew, standing upright as he got closer Danny. The half-ghost bristled, ready for an attack. "You think I want the portal Danny?" he asked, floating beside Danny's left. Dan moved around the teen, appearing again at Danny's right. Danny's head whipped to the other side. "Let me let you in on a little secret – I can take the portal anytime I wish." Dan's wrist came alive with an ecto-blast, launching it directly at the teen.

Anticipating the attack, Danny teleported away from the blast's trajectory - reappearing at one of the destroyed land masses. "I think you missed, old man," he taunted, throwing a series of ecto-blasts toward his older self. Dan growled, dodging the attacks with ease and flying directly for the teen. Danny braced himself as Dan collided with him, blocking Dan's flurry of punches the best he could. Going on the offensive, Danny brought his knee up to Dan's chest, pushing him away from the spectre. They flew at each other again, matching each other's blows evenly. Eventually, they broke apart, Danny slightly panting from exertion while Dan merely stood, crossing his arms.

"Tired already?" he provoked with a small smile.

Danny's eyes widened slightly as he looked Dan over; the evil Phantom showed no sign of weakness. Time to rethink this distraction. Danny took off toward the portal, flying through the destroyed islands that littered this part of the zone. Looking back, he saw Dan following closely. Danny's eyes and hands lit up blue, sending a set of icicle spears toward Dan. Dan merely swatted the icicles away, gaining speed toward the younger boy. Slightly panicked, Danny teleported again, trying to get as much distance as he could away from his future self.

Dan continued to fly toward the boy, eyes watching as Danny continued to teleport away from him, using the floating rubble as cover. He smiled, identifying a pattern as Danny continued to move. Dan waited until Danny teleported again, disappearing as he teleported to where he anticipated his younger self would end up. Arriving at the same point at the same time, Dan grabbed a hold of Danny, pinning him against a rock. One gloved hand moved to the boy's neck, squeezing tightly as he struggled under Dan's grasp. Danny glared at him as he struggled, attempting to break free and breathe easier. "It would be so easy to kill you now," Dan hissed, squeezing tighter. Danny's eyes widened as he started to gasp for air, legs kicking desperately to break free.

As Danny's vision started to fade, he heard a charging of an ecto-weapon before Dan was blasted off him. Danny gasped; coughing as he finally was able to breathe again. Dan was thrown a few feet away, stunned slightly at the two sleek saucer-like robots, each proudly displaying the Fenton logo on the top. Finally regaining himself, Danny floated up to one of the robots, smiling gratefully. "Thank you Fento-drones!" he exclaimed. Turning to his future self, he sent a stream of ice to the stunned ghost, freezing him in place.

Nodding determinedly at his work, Danny leapt up in the air and headed straight for the portal. It only took him fifteen minutes but he saw it – the swirling green hexagon that led to the lab. Relief only started to sink in before he heard a roar of anger behind him. Glancing back, he saw the burly ghost sending streams of ectoplasmic energy outward, aiming for the Fento-drones and him in the distance. Danny frowned, stopping on a small floating island close by. He watched as Dan lashed out, sending one of the Fento-drones into stone and ripping through the other one with ease. Red eyes locked with green, hungry for vengeance as Dan once again moved, blasting through any object that stood in his way.

Danny sighed, digging white boots into the ground as raw energy bubbled up inside him. His right eye lit up an electric blue as energy poured out of his fingers. He held his hands up; creating an electrifying green shield of energy that covered not only the portal, but it's surrounding areas. Dan stopped, watching the shield grow in disgust until it engulfed the portal.

Danny dropped to his hands and knees, panting as his eyes slowly returned to their normal green. Blue white sparks of electricity surrounded his aura as he gritted his teeth, glaring up at his future self. Try getting through that he thought vindictively.

The last thing Danny saw before he teleported was a slow, deliberate smile spreading across Dan's face.

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handmaid - 04

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: i’m sorry i’ve taken so long to update, i’ve started my online internship and for the past 24 hours i’ve been looking at papers about various medicines so i had to give myself a break 😂 hope you enjoy this one xx

NEXT CHAPTER

Sebastian hated to miss the opportunity to see Y/N go through a whole lot of various dresses, however, working with clueless idiots meant he had to drive straight to his place for an impromptu meeting. It was boring to say the least and at the end of it, he didn’t feel like getting dressed up with a silly mask and host a ball in the reception of some sleezy hotel. However, appearances mattered and although most people had known he was bethroted prior to before him even knowing him, he still had to parade around with Genevieve as if they were the happiest couple on Earth. They weren’t and they would never be.

For starters, Sebastian despised the tactics applied by the Forrests when running their business with absolute trust in everyone who worked for them. Additionally, both his prior encounters with Genevieve had been awful and none of them were really interested in keeping the facade of happy couple behind closed doors.

However, he had to admit that having Y/N parading around as a direct consequence of his future wedding was no bad thing. He had a sly smile as he sat against his chair, thinking about her. He found her delightfully naive and extremely sheltered for someone who followed Gwen around like a lost puppy. There was something extremely captivating in seeing a woman who was untainted by the environment she lived in and due to his extremely good sharp-eye he had mostly memorised her reactions. How she would bring her hand up to only her left cheek when she felt embarrassed, the constant lip bitting which on its own could possibly attract all the unwanted attention in a room, the constant pulling and smoothing of her clothing fabrics whenever standing next to someone of power ... If it was an act, well, then she was a very good actress.

He would’ve probably been stuck in the mindless act of thinking about someone who’d probably run to the hills at the mere thought of being intimate with him, had it not been for the clock in the wall showing that it was already time for him to possibly get ready.

Sebastian got changed out of his suit into a new one, grabbing the mask on his way out and proceeded to pace the floors of his living room expecting Gwen. Of course, part of him was only pacing the floors and not in the car because he wanted to take a quick peak at his fiancée’s handmaid but he wouldn’t admit that to himself. At least out loud. This was quickly thrown out the window once he saw Gwen coming down the stairs in her red gown, black satin mask in place, followed by her bodyguard and not by Y/N.

- I see your shadow is missing. - he asked in a teasing manner, something Gwen didn’t take too lightly, rolling her eyes as per usual.

- Y/N is getting ready. Can we please go to the car and get this charade over and done with? - the heiress huffed, holding the fabric of her dress slightly up so she wouldn’t trip on it. Sebastian decided not to comment on it, thinking that poking the lion would only make it for a worse evening, so he ordered one of the countless bodyguards he kept in his penthouse to drive Y/N. The man nodded, as men usually did whenever he gave them orders and with that Sebastian left with his bride-to-be.

Y/N on the other hand had finished setting her hair in place, sliding in a few star shaped pins onto her hair which had been a gift from Dan once she graduated from university along with Gwen. She extremely cherished them and thought there was no better occasion to wear them but tonight.

Her eyes slightly gazed onto her reflection in the mirror, thinking she looked exactly like what she used to believe princesses looked like in fairytales and couldn’t help but slightly smile at the sight. Once she stepped out of the room, ready to supposedly join the rest of the people downstairs, she was met with another bodyguard who gestured for her to follow him.

- Did Gwen leave already? - she questioned, her instinct of making sure her friend was safe on the back of her head screaming at her.

- Miss Forrest and Mr. Stan left early. - he replied in the usual monotonous voice that didn’t leave room for many questions. - We shan’t take too long.

Meanwhile, Sebastian was having a tedious time. Wherever he turned to there were either people trying to lend money from him, talk business with him, or congratulate him on his engagement, all things that made him want them removed from his inner circle. Yet again, he can’t just get rid of people because they’re a nuisance, usually they have to give him a reason, which after some time they always do.

He knew exactly what he had signed up for when he agreed to this ludicrous show off party, he had signed up for a night of fake kissing and fake laughing all while wearing a stupid last minute Phantom of the Opera mask he had from the last time he’d seen it. It was a pretty boring night except for the champagne flutes that luckily seemed to find him whenever he felt like putting a bullet into someone’s head for talking too long.

Contrarily, Genevieve seemed to thrive in these functions as shown by the way that she was introducing herself in several conversions and, very unprofessionally, flirting with various mob family’s bodyguards. It wasn’t like Sebastian really cared, having a unfaithful wife wasn’t something new, however he still would like her to be at least respectful.

His eyes roamed over the crowd, champagne flute in hand, as he noticed the commotion that settled at the entrance of the room. From the door emerged one of his bodyguards and in front of him Y/N. He couldn’t help but stare at her, his brain explaining that behaviour by telling him he could do so as he had paid for the dress. She stood slightly smaller than the crowd due to her constant habit of looking down but he could still see her perfectly clear in a ankle length beige dress covered in lines of pearls which matched her equally beige shoes. Just like everyone else she had a masquerade mask wrapped around her face with a bow made of black ribbon.

The moment Gwen set her eyes on her friend, she was pulling her into her own social circle leaving Sebastian to observe her. As per usual, she didn’t speak much unless addressed and even when addressed she would bounce the conversation to someone else, hands always slightly tucked in front of her stomach, and a look that told him she probably disliked this party more than she did.

Social gatherings weren’t Y/N’s cup of tea, despite going to at least more than a hundred of them in her life time. She always thought them to be extremely fake with people putting on several different personalities throughout the evening in order to entice various upper ranked mobsters.

- We must discuss business someday, Miss Forrest. - one man pulled Genevieve away from Y/N leaving her by her lonesome. Her fingers drew over the top of the champagne flute looking around at everyone. Some people she knew, some were men close to Mr. Forrest with their new wives, some their sons. There were some people she had seen from hit lists and others from birthday presents. Her eyes laid on Mr. Stan and his perfectly tailored navy suit. His posture screamed power, dominance and authority without even trying, even with that matte white half mask.

She cleared her throat, turning her head to face the opposite wall once her gaze was met by his. Y/N couldn’t stare at him, he made her nervous without saying a single word. Funny thing was, she did not know why he made her nervous. Sure he was a mob boss with probably a few kills under his belt but she had grown up around that type of people, yet he made her nervous. He made her feel like digging her own hiding hole whenever he look slightly in her direction.

- Miss Y/N ... - came a voice from behind her, making her drop the flute on the ground. Despite the noise, no one turned their head, too busy in their own conversation. - Didn’t mean to frighten you.

- Mr. Sta... Sebastian, good evening. - she took a step back, noticing how close he was to her. He was close enough she could smell his cologne, the type of smell that made a girl want to wrap herself in a guy’s scented clothing. - I spoke with the saleswoman and she said I could return the dress later.

- It’s a gift, angel. You should keep it, it suits you.

- This is the type of gift you give to Gwen, not to me. - she smoothed over the fabric of her dress.

- Miss Forrest has enough dresses as it is. Speaking of gifts ... - his hand went to his pocket, pulling a golden chain. - I believe this is yours.

- My necklace. - her heart swelled up as she saw him hold her golden necklace. Mindlessly, she wrapped her arms around him, taking him by shock. Normally, he’d have the head of whomever tried to hug him. - I can’t believe you found it.

- You dropped it on the club. I’ve been meaning to return it but it passed my mind. - he handed it over to her who like an over excited child getting a new piece of clothing for Christmas, immediately wrapped it around her own neck. However, it was slightly hard for her to clasp the necklace herself which automatically and mindlessly led Sebastian to hold both ends of the chain in his hands, her hand slightly grazing his as it left the clasp and rested upon her abdomen.

It was a rather easy clasp leading the moment to be over in less than a second if so, however his hands instead of returning to stand politely over his pockets, he instead left them softly against her warm shoulders, a stark contrast to his cold ones. This contrast did not go unnoticed by her, her skin trembling and shivering at the touch that seemed to last a whole millennium.

- Uhm ... - she cleared her throat, slowly turning around to face him. - Ho...how are you enjoying your evening?

- I would rather be doing anything else, Miss Y/N. - he chuckled darkly, grabbing another flute as a tray passed by.

- You should call me Y/N if I’m to call you Sebastian. - she walked alongside him, through crowds of people which like the red sea to Moses would part so he could pass through. - It’s only fair.

- Fairness isn’t exactly my strongest suit, angel.

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midnight-queery · 3 years

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Superwoman

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28476486/chapters/70718184

One second Kara was zooming through the weird light show the universe-jumping device always put on, eyes wide as she flashed through universe after universe on her way back to her own. The next second she blipped into existence right in the middle of an alien brawl and a giant purple fist hit her in the face. The next second? Nothing but darkness.

When Kara came to who knows how long later she was in the DEO, laid up in a hospital bed and with a familiar, worried pair of green eyes looking at her.

“Kara,” Lena sighed in relief. A moment later, however, she was glaring at her. “I know your journalism is very important to you, but you can’t get that close to an alien brawl.”

Kara stared at the dark-haired woman, blinking owlishly several times before finally opening her mouth to speak. “Lena, what-”

“Me? Lena? Pfft, I’m not Lena,” the person who was definitely Lena said defensively, her eyes looking anywhere but at Kara. “I’ll go get the doctor, you must have been hit harder than I thought.”

Just as Lena turned to go, Kara finally letting her eyes drop from Lena’s face to take in her outfit and physique and realizing that this Lena wasn’t her Lena, a commotion began in the control room. Lena turned towards the noise with wide, confused eyes, and after listening in Kara realized why: she was the one causing the commotion. Or rather, this Earth’s Kara was.

“That’s not me!” The other Kara yelled, running through the parting crowd of DEO agents and towards the med bay. “I saw,” she paused and gasped for breath and Kara felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, because if this Earth’s her was out of breath, and Lena was dressed like that, it could only mean one thing. “I saw you save her, on the news. And she’s not me, Superwoman.”

Lena turned to Kara with narrowed eyes, her brows scrunched together furiously, and Kara was fairly certain she was about to be laser beamed. She, however, had a much more pressing issue on her mind.

“Superwoman?!” Kara yelled, jolting to a seating position and pointing at Lena. “Superwoman? HOW? This didn’t make any sense in the first place and now you’re telling me you get to be Superwoman? And you even have pants already?!!” Kara was fuming, so angry the rest of whatever she was going to say was just a series of indignant and unintelligible sputters.

Lena looked taken aback at the blonde’s anger, and she took a few steps to the side so she was standing protectively in front of the other Kara.

Kara’s phone ringing cut off her attempts to form angry words from her angry spluttering and she yanked it out of her pocket, wishing she’d chosen to wear her suit instead of her civvies, discretion be darned. “What?”

“Kar? You good? I’m getting some weird readings from your suit,” Alex’s voice crackled through, broken up and staticky. Kara fiddled with the clunky device strapped to her phone and the yellow blinking light on it turned a steady green. “Kar? You there?” Alex’s voice was crystal clear now.

“Yeah, sorry. I had to adjust the turtle.” Kara’s focus was on her phone, though when a pale hand tried to snatch it away at super speed she easily evaded. “What the heck, Lena?”

“You’re communicating with Alex Danvers?” Lena hissed, her eyes actually beginning to glow blue. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Please tell me you didn’t blip into existence in the middle of one of Lena’s board meetings,” Alex said over the phone. “She was going to be pissed enough that we didn’t tell her you were going to another Earth!”

Lena’s eyes widened at that and she took a small step forward, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and concealing the searing red symbol of the House of El that stood out starkly against the mostly black super suit. “You really expect me to believe this Kara is from another Earth, and not some twisted clone you made, Alex?”

This Earth’s Kara rushed over and stopped beside Lena, her eyes wide. “You’re me from another Earth? A- and your Alex is good?”

Kara’s brow crinkled as she looked between the alternate her and super Lena (she was not going to call her Superwoman okay). “What do you mean, is my Alex good? Of course she’s good. Why wouldn’t she be?”

“Kara,” Lena said quietly, wide, concerned eyes trained on her Kara, whose chin was wobbling from the urge to cry.

“M- my Alex,” other Kara began softly, eyes trained on the floor. “She’s the head of an organization called CADMUS. She hates aliens to the point that it drove her insane. She’ll stop at nothing to kill Superwoman. She- she’s even used me against her a few times since she knows we’re friends.” Other Kara sniffled as Kara’s jaw dropped.

“Kara.” Alex’s voice sounded strained. “Please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it does.”

“And what about Lex Luthor?” Kara asked, ignoring her sister.

“What about me?” Lex asked, strolling into view. He was wearing very familiar tactical gear. “I’m Lex Luthor, Director of the DEO, though it seems you already knew that. Care to explain how?” He narrowed his eyes at Kara, and she was astounded at how… normal he looked. The Lex in her universe had cold, dead eyes. This one’s eyes were hard, yes, and distrustful, but he stood close to his sister and the other Kara, almost… protectively? What was going on here?

“Oh Rao,” Kara breathed in realization. “Lena and I are switched in this universe. That’s why Lex is suddenly a good guy and Alex is, well, Lillian and Lex from my universe rolled into one.”

“What do you know of Rao?” Lena demanded, just as Alex asked, her voice sounding even more strained, “What do you mean you two are switched? And I am not Lillian and Lex rolled into one, Kara, you take that back or you are notgetting the last potsticker at game night ever again, I swear to god.”

“On my Earth I’m Supergirl,” Kara said, looking Lena dead in the eyes as she yanked her glasses off. The brightly colored suit materialized, and Kara had never been more thankful for the pants upgrade in her life. Being Supergirl was humiliating enough, but a skirt? Oof.

“Not Superwoman?” Other Kara asked curiously.

Kara grimaced at her human self. “Miss Grant wouldn’t budge on the name.” When she turned to Lena the woman’s eyebrows were furrowed.

“So you… grew up on Krypton, then? Like- like me?” Lena asked quietly, her voice vulnerable.

“Zhi,” Kara said quietly, her lips upturned in a small, sad smile. “I grew up Krypton, and I… I watched it explode right before my pod got stuck in the Phantom Zone.”

“Were you-”

“Awake?” Kara interrupted. Lena nodded, gulping. “Intermittently. It wasn’t…” Kara stopped and took a deep breath. “It was cold and dark and lonely and I thought for sure I’d be trapped there forever. Luckily for me, Aunt Astra needed a way to get Fort Rozz to Earth, and she was able to use my pod to do it.”

Lena and Lex exchanged a loaded look at the mention of Astra, and Kara had a feeling Lex had killed Lena’s aunt just as Alex had killed hers.

“Okay, weird as all this is,” Alex’s voice interjected, “The turtle currently has more charge than the device you’re using to get from universe to universe. At the rate the battery is draining you have two and half hours until you’ll be stuck in the universe you’re in right now, and you only have enough energy for one more jump. I think we need to call-”

“No!” Kara shouted, causing everyone gathered around her to jump. “No, Alex, you can’t call in Lena, she’ll be pissed that we didn’t call her in sooner and I’m really trying not to stress her out anymore than she has to be to run L-Corp. We can’t tell her I’m about to be stranded on an alternate Earth because I accidently broke the part of the jumper that controlled which Earth I land on! Maybe, uh, maybe this Lena can help!” Kara turned to super Lena with wide, desperate eyes. “Please tell me you’re as tech savvy here as you are on my Earth.”

“You do run a branch of LuthorCorp,” other Kara chipped in thoughtfully, “so you could probably help her. Me. Whatever, you get it.”

“I- wait, I’m not, what?” Lena spluttered, looking from her Kara, who apparently knew she was Superwoman, to the other Kara and back. “Oh Rao I didn’t correct her earlier! Lex!” Lena glared at her brother for not catching the slip, and he held his hands up in surrender.

“I was as delightfully distracted as you, sister dear,” Lex said lazily. “Besides, we both know Miss Danvers, at least thisMiss Danvers, isn’t exactly a security risk.”

All of their heads turned to the phone in Kara’s hand when they suddenly heard the muffled sound of several voices, most panicked, before it went silent. Then, “Kara Zor-El Dan-” a familiar voice growled. Kara’s yelp cut them off.

“Oh Rao! Alex, I told you not to call Lena in!”

“She didn’t,” Lena’s voice answered smoothly. “And Director Danvers will pay for that later. Right now we are going to get you back to this Earth, and then you and I are going to have a long, long talk about what exactly determines need to know information, are we clear?”

“Yes,” Kara muttered, staring sulkily at her phone, her bottom lip jutting out.

“Kara darling, I can hear you pouting, and it’s not going to work,” Lena said wryly, though she at least sounded a bit amused instead of the previous rip roaring enraged.

Other Lena didn’t seem to have heard a word of the conversation as she was still staring dumbly at her human Kara, and she finally managed to blurt out: “How did you know I was Superwoman?”

“Did I just hear that Earth’s version of me call herself Superwoman?” Lena’s voice purred, and Kara could just see the smirk on her face.

“You told me you flew to CatCo on a bus,” human Kara said, grinning at a now-blushing Superwoman.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lena groused over the phone. “There is no way I would ever say that. Do Kryptonians have special idiot genes?”

Human Kara gasped as super Lena and Kryptonian Kara winced. “You can’t be mean to Lena,” human Kara scolded. “Even if you are a Lena! It’s still not allowed!” She put her hands on her hips and glowered at the phone Kara was holding, which Kara instinctively cradled closer in case the other version of her got any ideas.

On the other end of the phone Kara was pretty sure she could hear Alex laughing. Her Lena mumbled something that could maybe pass as an apology before telling Kara to stay out of trouble while she made a retrieval device and hanging up.

“Why is your Lena so cranky?” Other Kara asked, her eyes narrowed as she stared her doppelganger down. “Did you do something stupid?”

“I did something brilliant, actually,” Kara replied, smirking to herself. Her audience didn’t get it at all, of course, but she still found it funny. “Now then, since my Lena is working on things, it looks like I’ll be here for a little while yet. What else is wacky?”

“How would we know?” Lena countered, arching her eyebrow.

“It’s not fair that you can still do the eyebrow thing and you get superpowers,” Kara grumbled. “Being a superhero was my thing, darn it! And in one of the universes I accidently landed in, you were also a reporter, but I wasn’t a CEO! And in another one we were both CEO’s but we’d met when you tried to buy out my company! It isn’t fair!” Kara’s lip jutted out and her puppy dog eyes were in full effect now, and Lena looked surprisingly contrite considering she really couldn’t control any of that. Other Kara just rolled her eyes.

“Oh whatever, Supergirl. Put away the pout and let’s go get potstickers while we wait for your ride home.”

And so it was, that half an hour later, full of (literally) otherworldly potstickers and having momentarily forgotten that a pissed off Lena was waiting for her, Kara was perched happily on a chair in the DEO conversing with this Lena in Kryptonese (while human Kara watched enviously), waiting for her phone to ring.

Only apparently her Lena was feeling dramatic because instead of her phone ringing the portal device beeped a brief warning before opening a swirling vortex of light in the middle of the control room and a moment later Lena strutted out, angry eyes finding Kara immediately and one eyebrow already arched dangerously. “Thanks to you I had to wear my heels an extra hour,” Lena said, her glare somehow intensifying.

With a small eep Kara sped over and gently scooped a willing Lena into her arms. “Sorry, baby.”

“My stomach isn’t the one you should be apologizing too,” Lena grumbled, turning her glare to her very obviously pregnant stomach (though the glare immediately melted into a soft, if exasperated, look). She looped her arms around Kara’s neck and let her head fall against her shoulder as her eyes wandered the astonished crowd. When her eyes fell on herself, decked out in a supersuit and looking both hopeful and afraid at this sudden development, she rolled her eyes. “I’m assuming my lovely wife neglected to mention the fact that in our universe we’re married?”

“Uh, yeah,” other Kara said, her rounded eyes not leaving Lena’s stomach.

“Wait so the reason you didn’t want to stress me, uh, her, anymore was because I, I mean she, is p-p-pregnant?” Super Lena stuttered.

“Oh my god,” human Kara breathed in realization. “That why when I asked if your Lena was cranky cuz you did something stupid you said you’d actually done something brilliant and had that weird smirk on your face! You meant you did her!”

Super Lena choked on air at that one, and Kara’s wife gave her an exasperated look. “Really, babe?”

“Is it not true?” Kara counted, smirking at her wife for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. “I am sorry for not telling you I was aimlessly universe hopping. I was just worried.”

Lena sighed and nuzzled into Kara’s neck. “I know. We’re still talking about this little incident later, though.”

“Where are the rings, if I may ask?” Lex queried, a strange look on his face.

Lena flinched at the sound of his voice and burrowed impossibly closer to Kara as she turned her wary gaze to her not-brother. Silently, she held up one hand, her ring glinting in the light. Kara, meanwhile, shot a significant glance to her own wrist, where a matching bracelet could be seen peeking out of the sleeve of her suit.

“How did I not notice that?” Super Lena whispered to herself, eyes now caught on the bracelet. She only managed to pull her gaze away when she realized her favorite heartbeat (her Kara’s) was pounding especially hard, and she chanced a glance over to see what could only be a look of longing on Kara’s face.

“Go for it,” Lena encouraged, happily going back to ignoring Lex’s existence and closing her eyes. “Also we’re going home now. I need a foot rub. And a nap.” A massive yawn punctuated her statement and Kara gave her an impossibly fond look before shooting her human self a wink and walking through the portal, her wife cradled safely in her arms.

#supercorp shorts #supercorp #supercorp fic #supercorp oneshot #kara danvers #lena luthor #universe jumping #alex danvers #lex luthor #poor superGIRL #supercorp crack

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pitch-pearl-void · 4 years

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MayDay 4: Science

Just saying, if Phantom had known Jack and Maddie would need him to strip to a borrowed pair of Danny's shorts and sit on a metal table with suction cups attached to arms, chest, back, head, and legs for hours on end, he might have held out a little longer against this favor of theirs. The bribe of a redesigned thermos was turning out to be a stronger incentive than he had first thought, and he wondered if he might be able to up the price. He could seriously use a utility belt.

Phantom sighed, braced his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands, and listened to Danny's parents gush over the data they were discovering about ghost radiation. They had tried explaining it to him at first, but they had long since become too distracted by the machines. They were now bouncing theories and ideas off each other. Phantom sat forgotten on the examination table, bored.

His attention was wandering when he heard a familiar voice--his voice--call out, "Mom? Dad?" from the kitchen.

Phantom sat up, a hesitant smile spreading on his face.

Jack hollered, "Down here, Dan--"

"Jack!" The excited alarm in Maddie's voice caught both Jack's and Phantom's attention. They both followed her pointing finger to the machines hooked to Phantom's body.

The machine faced away from Phantom, he couldn't read what they were displaying, but he had a sinking feeling in his gut, instinct rearing its head.

Unaware of Jack and Maddie's excitement or Phantom's rising fear, Danny stomped down the stairs into the basement. "Mom, Dad? Have you seen--Phantom?!"

Phantom raised a hand and wiggled his fingers, trying not to blush. Or the ghost equivalent of one, anyway. As Danny's eyes tracked down to Phantom's naked chest and then darted back up, eyes wide and cheeks stained red, Phantom felt himself lose the battle. Thankfully, his cheeks didn't turn red--or green--the way a human's might. So perhaps the humans wouldn't understand--

The machines began to beep at an increased frequency.

"Danny!" Jack called. "Get over here, son! Something's happening."

Danny's embarrassed expression gave way to alarm. His eyes went from his parents to Phantom, eyebrows lifted in concern. The questions were easy enough to read. Did you consent to this? Are they hurting you? Are they doing this because you're hurt? What's wrong?

He asked that final question aloud as he trotted toward them. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, sweetie, we're just tracking the output of Phantom's energy levels," Maddie explained. Phantom noted, a little annoyed, that she was using more conventional layman terms than she had when explaining it to him. "We've been getting a lock on the normal fluctuations of his radiation all afternoon and we were about to start introducing controlled stimuli when..."

She trailed off. The closer Danny came to the examination table, the faster the beeping became. Phantom shifted on the table and, for the first time ever, wished he blushed like a human instead of a ghost. Maddie's gaze darted to him then back to the machine. And then toward Danny.

Her eyes widened.

Phantom weighed the pros and cons of trying to explain it was just a small crush, Danny didn't know, please don't tell him, versus giving into the instinct to just...disappear. Get the hell out of there. Run.

He had just chosen to do the latter when he saw Maddie's lips...curl into a smile.

"Oh!" Maddie said, exaggerating shock. "It's probably a ghost, right, Phantom?"

Phantom gawked. She tilted her head and glanced at Danny who had almost reached them. Phantom, belatedly, began tripping over his sluggish tongue to gasp, "Yes! It's--yes! A ghost. I should go." He started pulling off suction cups, his movements frantic. "I have to go, um, fight them. Yeah."

"Awwwww," Jack whined, his shoulders slumped.

There were a lot of cables attached to Phantom. He half expected Maddie or Jack to help him detach them all since they knew about the anti-gel they had used. It was meant to hold the suction cups to his skin even when he used a power like intangibility so they could read his energy levels, but Maddie didn't move. It looked like Jack started to, but Maddie grabbed his arm.

In the end, it wasn't the scientists but Danny. He reached Phantom's side and started pulling the cups off Phantom's arm without saying a word. Phantom about screeched and launched off the table.

"Danny!" he gasped. "It's fine! I can, um, no, no, no it's fine, I don't need help, honest!"

"Dude," Danny objected, pushing Phantom's hands away, "I'm just trying to help, stop squirming!"

He was too close, too close, too close--

The monitors shrilled with beeps. It kept Jack distracted, but a quick, pleading glance at Maddie allowed Phantom to see her hiding her mouth behind her hand. She watched him try to fight off her son's too-eager assistance with soft, crinkled eyes, and Phantom realized, to his horror, she thought his hopeless, pathetic crush on her son was cute.

Cute.

Danny started removing the suction cups from Phantom's chest, a hand placed on Phantom's collarbone to hold him still. Phantom huffed a shaky laugh and tried to edge away from him. These humans are going to be the ultimate death of me… he thought a little desperately even as something inside him felt like it was blooming

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #pitch pearl #pitchpearl #DannyMay2020 #Phantom and Danny as different people #wrote most of this during breaks at work #quality might suffer #idk #I love the idea of Jack and Maddie being chill with Phantom tho #I need more chill #ft. my ghost blushing headcanon

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damianwaynerocks · 4 years

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Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics

Dedicated To: @lexosaurus

Summary: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, with no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

Word Count: 2744

A/N: Yes, I did put a Ben 10 villain in here. Sue me.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

"Fenton, do you have any twos?"

"Go fish."

Damian grumbled something in Arabic as he picked up a card from the pile.

"I feel like that was a bad word."

"You would be correct."

Danny turned to Stephanie. "Steph, you got any fours?" he asked. Stephanie huffed as she handed him a four of hearts, and Danny grinned victoriously as he took two fours and laid them on the ground.

Seeing as they had a two-hour trip to get to the prison, the four had set the Speeder on autopilot and decided to play a card game. Usually, the Infi-map would have their trip being two seconds, but something was wrong with it, so it was much slower than usual.

"Yo Timbers, you have any kings?" Danny asked the oldest boy. Tim smirked and shook his head.

"Go fish, Ghost Child," he replied. Tim had found it hilarious that Skulker referred to Danny as 'Ghost Child,' and had taken up calling him that as well. He turned to Damian. "You got any twos, Demon Spawn?"

If looks could kill, Tim would be six feet under. Damian threw the card at his older brother, whose eyes gleamed as he laid the twos down by his side. "Danny, you have any... sixes?"

"Yes, sir, I do," Danny chirped as he handed over the card. Tim turned back to Damian.

"You have any threes?"

"No, Drake, I do not," Damian said with a proud smile, "Suck on that." Danny and Stephanie clapped.

"You're learning slang!" they said simultaneously. Damian rolled his eyes, before looking at Stephanie.

"Brown, hand me your sevens," he ordered and smiled proudly as she gave him the cards. "Uno!" he shouted.

"Wrong game, dude," Danny said, "But good effort!"

"So, Danny," Stephanie said, "Why do you call Future-You 'Dark Danny' when you could call him something that isn't cringey like 'Dan?'

"'Dan?'" Danny echoed, "That sounds so... normal. Like can you imagine newscast being like, 'the world is ending, and soon we will all be slaves to Dan.'"

"It sounds much better than Dark Danny," Damian piped up as he took a card from Tim. "That sounds like a roller coaster ride at Six Flags."

"The gremlin's right," Tim agreed. Danny glared at them.

"I'm feeling so attacked right now, guys, and I'll have you know that my girlfriend came up with that name."

"You," Damian said derisively, "Have a girlfriend?" Tim rolled his eyes.

"Damian, yes, you knew that. Samantha Manson, you've literally met her parents at a gala one time," he paused, "Did you not pay attention at all when we were reading Danny's file?"

"I only cared about his abilities as Phantom," Damian replied as Danny exclaimed, "I have a file!?" simultaneously.

"Uh, duh," Stephanie answered, "You think we'd tell you the greatest secret ever if we didn't run a background check first?"

"So you guys know I died, then?" Danny asked nervously, scared of what they'd think. Yeah, sure they knew he was half ghost, but would they think it was weird that he was technically dead? That he wasn't technically fully human?

"Yeah," Stephanie answered as though it was obvious. Danny blinked.

"And... you don't care?"

"You believe you are the only one who has died before?" Damian rolled his eyes, "You are not as special as you think, Fenton. Get over yourself.”

Danny's jaw dropped. "Wait, you've died before?"

"Damian and I both have!" Stephanie said before Damian could reply. "We call ourselves the Dead Robins Club. Jason's in it too. Dick wants to be in it, but we won't let him because he only faked his death, he didn't actually die."

Danny's eyes lit up. "Can I join!?"

"You are not a Robin," Damian pointed out, "So no, you cannot." At Danny's frown, he sighed, and added, "But if you are going to be a child about it, perhaps we could speak to Todd and see if you could be an honorary member."

"Hey, we have like, thirty minutes left till we get there," Tim spoke up, "So let's go over the plan again."

Danny cleared his throat. "Right. So I'll be the distraction. I'll fly in there and cause a ruckus, and distract Walker so you three can get in and find Wulf."

"And because we're humans, we can just walk through things," Tim added, "And I get the collar off of Wulf, and we rescue you."

"There are so many holes in this place," Damian pointed out, "What if Wulf does not trust us? What if Drake cannot get the collar off?"

"Well, that'd suck," Danny replied, "But I trust him, don't worry. The only part that should be difficult is getting me out. Totally do-able, just difficult. But I've done it twice, so we should be fine."

"Yeah, we got this!" Stephanie cracked her knuckles with a grin. "We've succeeded on missions that had way lower odds than this," she paused, "Hey Danny, this Walker guy wants to keep order in the Ghost Zone, right? What are the chances he'd help us?"

"Like two percent," Danny answered, running a hand through his hair, "And even if he does believe us, he'd lock us up here and go after Dark Dan- I'm sorry, Dan," he rolled his eyes at his friends' pointed looks, "by himself, and he doesn't know how he works. This is our best bet."

"Don't worry, we've got this!" Tim promised, "I've broken Jason out of jail before, I'm basically an expert at this."

Thirty minutes later, they had arrived. The four jumped out of the Speeder, Danny pushing a button inside that turned it intangible before he got out. He turned to his friends. "So," he said, "You guys ready?" At their nod, they began.

Danny flew into the air, over the barbed fence. "Hey Walker!" he yelled, "Look at me! I'm a distraction!" He shot a barrage of ecto-blasts into the sky, lighting up the prison in lazarus-green flashes in a similar fashion to fireworks on the Fourth of July.

He grinned as he saw ghosts in police-like uniforms swarming out of the entrance and heading towards him. He rushed towards them, his eyes lighting up as he shot a beam of ecto-energy at the guards, blasting them aside.

A few guards lifted their blasters to their shoulders and fired. Danny did a backflip in the air, contorting his body around the shots before sending back some of his own. This continued for a while, Danny darted in and out of their ranks. He was smiling widely as he lifted both of his hands above his head, a large ball of ecto-energy crackling in them. "You ready for this!?" he shouted as he prepared to throw the massive fireball. "Yippee ki yay, moth-" he was cut off as a net was shot at him, enveloping Danny and sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned as he looked up, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see who had caught him.

A large ghost in a snow-white trench coat with a face of the same color was sneering at him. "Well well well, if it isn't Danny Phantom," Walker smirked, "Causing a ruckus outside my prison? That's against the rules."

"This way," Tim said quietly as he led Damian and Stephanie into the compound. Well, Tim wasn't truly the one leading. Cujo was in front of them, nose to the ground, intent on sniffing out Wulf.

Damian and Stephanie had their backs to one another, the former using the latter to guide him as he was facing the rear, watching for anything trying to sneak up on them. "The Ghost Zone reminds me of the Lazarus Pit," he muttered to himself, "And Phantom's hair is white from it, just like Todd's streak. I wonder..." he stopped talking as Stephanie came to a sudden halt.

They pressed themselves against the wall as six guards marched past, hauling a chained Danny behind them. He was glaring defiantly at Walker, seemingly mocking his stern words, showing no fear.

"I think we're good," Tim whispered as they passed, "Now let's-" he was cut off as he leaned harder against the wall and fell right through it, dragging Stephanie and Damian with him.

"Crap," Stephanie huffed, rubbing her head. "Did you forget that we're like the ghosts here? We can phase through everything here." She frowned as Cujo jumped into her lap, licking her face. He seemed to have phased through with them. "And I guess Cujo can too."

"Red Robin, if only your memory was as strong as your grip," Damian snapped, using Tim's hero name, "Then perhaps we would have found Wulf by now."

"Hey, I'm following the same dog as you," Tim retorted, "Now come on, let's go. The sooner we get out of here, the better."

Cujo yapped as he turned to the right. He dashed in that direction, seemingly having picked up Wulf's scent again. The Gothamites followed him through the prison. They reached a pair of sliding doors below a sign that read 'Dangerous Prisoners' above it.

"Sounds like our guy," Stephanie said. Tim nodded in agreement as they stepped through the doors, phasing through them.

All three of them shivered, a chill running up their spine as terror possessed them. None of them voiced it to the others, but they all got the sense that they were near something that was positively evil.

Cujo, however, didn't seem to mind. Or, if he did, he didn't show it either. He pranced down the hallway, looking over his shoulder and barking at the heroes to follow him. They did so, walking slowly and looking both ways.

They were all more terrified than they had ever been in their lives.

Cujo stopped, wagging his tail with his tongue lolling, in front of a cell. He barked again as he waited for Damian, Tim, and Stephanie to catch up to him.

Wulf was massive. He appeared to be a humanoid-wolf hybrid with a green undertone and a silver collar. He snarled, his hackles rising as the three stood in front of him.

"My name is Red Robin," Tim began, "And this is Robin and Batgirl. We're friends of Danny Phantom."

"Friends of... Dan-knee?" Wulf asked gruffly, his teeth bared. Tim nodded.

"Yeah. He sent us here to break you out," Tim took a hesitant step forward, "But first I have to get that collar off of you. Can I do that?"

Wulf slowly nodded and watched Tim phase through the bars of his cell with narrowed eyes. He flinched as Tim pulled out a small device from his utility belt and set it on the collar. A holographic screen and keyboard appeared above his gauntlet. Tim typing something on the keyboard, and with a blink of the device, the collar fell off.

Wulf rose to his full height, towering over Tim. The latter stood up straight. "Danny has been captured," he said, "Will you help us free him?"

Wulf looked at him and grunted. He turned intangible and phased out of his cell with Tim close behind.

"Fantastic," Damian said with a nod, "Now, let us go find Phantom." The five began to leave but stopped dead in their tracks as a terrifying voice spoke.

"Humans!" the voice hissed.

The Bats turned around to see a terrifying ghost. It had a purple cloak with a spindly tan and black striped body and one glowing purple eye and the same collar that was on Wulf around his neck. The ghost narrowed his single eye as he spoke.

"You are freeing this oaf but not me?" the ghost snarled, "You are leaving me to rot? Me? Zs'Skayr? The High Ecto-Lord of Anur Transyl?"

Wulf snarled as the others were frozen in fear. Something was wrong about this Zs'Skayr. Batgirl, Robin, and Red Robin were heroes. They'd fought with the Justice Leauge. They'd gone toe to toe with Joker.

But Zs'Skayr?

They couldn't explain it, but this being was absolutely horrifying.

"Who are you?" Damian was the first to speak up, shaking like a scared dog being brought outside for the first time. Zs'Skayr's eye flashed.

"I am Zs'Skayr!" he roared, "The most terrifying being in the universe! Arch enemy to the Omnitrix!" he met Damian's eyes. "I am the one who can break you free. I can save your friend and destroy this cursed prison."

"We can't let you that," Tim croaked, "Absolutely not."

Zs'Skayr's eye did not leave Damian's. He cocked his head. "There is a darkness in you, child," he hissed, "One you are trying to overcome. Do not fight it! I can give you all the power you could ever desire!"

Damian gulped, clenching his fists and staring Zs'Skayr right back. "I do not need your power," he said stiffly, "And I do not need your help."

"Let us go," Wulf interrupted, putting a paw on Damian's shoulder. "Need help Danny."

Damian nodded, and with another glance at the Hellish being, they left.

Danny closed his eyes in pain at Walker's punch, but refused to fall. He looked up with a gleam in his eyes.

"That's really the best you got?" Danny scoffed, "You're losing your touch! You've known me for two years and that's all you can do?"

"Just tell me why you're here, kid," Walker replied. Danny groaned.

"I already did!"

"You think I'm stupid enough to believe some lie about time travel?"

"I mean, yeah, I think you're pretty stupid," Danny replied, "But I'm not lying!"

"Sure you aren't, kid."

Danny gave the ghost a blank stare. "You know, Walker, you seem to have trust issues. That sometimes stems from trauma. Do you want to talk about it?"

Walker narrowed his eyes before punching Danny in the face. The boy turned back to him and laughed.

"I've fought Pariah Dark, Fright Knight, and you multiple times and you think a measly punch is gonna shut me up?"

He was stalling. Danny just had to keep it up until his friends could get the cuffs off of him, and he could freeze Walker.

Speaking of freezing, Danny froze as he slowly shut his eyes and sighed, "I've gotta say, though, you might not be the only one who can be stupid," In a ring of light, Danny transformed back into a human, and phased out of the cuffs with ease.

"Ha!" he yelled, "In your face!" He shifted back into his ghost form and grinned as his hands lit up in blue light. "You know, I hate to just run out on you like this, but I gotta go." With a flash of light, Danny thrust his hands in front of him, and a bolt of ice shot from his palms. Walker screamed as his body was encased in ice.

Danny shook his head as he floated to the ground. "Now, where oh where are my friends?"

"Right here, my guy!" At the sound of Stephanie's voice, Danny turned around to see his friends, with Wulf close behind. Danny's face lit up.

"Wulf!" he shouted with glee, "I've missed you, buddy!"

"Miss you too," Wulf replied.

"Let's get out of here," Tim said, "Before they realize you and Wulf have escaped."

A red flashing light lit up above them. Damian sucked in his teeth. "Too late."

Danny waved his hand. "Come on, let's go!" With that, the group dashed forward, phasing through the wall.

They skidded to a halt as they were faced with ten guards. They swung their batons. "Freeze!" one of them yelled.

Danny shrugged. "If you say so," he blasted them with a wave of ice, freezing the guards. Tim grinned.

"Nice one, Phantom," he praised as they continued forward, tucking a rolling above the frozen ghosts with ease.

They phased through another wall, Wulf leading them forward. Two guards appeared in front of them, but Wulf swatted them aside with ease. Phasing through another wall, they were outside.

They were almost to the Speeder. Danny looked behind him and saw an army of guards swarming out of the doors of the prison. Danny skidded to a halt in the air and turned around. He blasted the group with ice, freezing half of them. The other half, though, they kept coming.

Danny turned back around, phasing into the Speeder where the others were already seated. "Come on, Tim, let's go!" he urged, looking outside the window as he spoke. Tim pushed a button on the control panel, and the vessel rose into the air and, with sonic boom behind them, shot into the air and away from the prison.

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burning-clutch · 4 years

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The Not So Grim Reaper

Read on A03 Here Pairings: None Trigger Warnings: mild blood and cartoon style violence Author: @burning-clutch (Team Ghost) Word count: 4291 Prompt by: All-hail-trash-prince / KitKat Cat FFN: the-trash-prince

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It was the third anniversary of the half death day of one Daniel Fenton and said teen was not exactly sure how to feel about the matter. He had been contacted by none other than the master of the timeline, Clockwork, to let him know that today was going to be a big important day for him…

So he was understandably nervous…

The ancient ghost had taken a vested interest in him, sure, but Danny was pretty sure it was mostly to spite the Observants who had their hands in the old ghost’s work. Regardless of the reason though, when clockwork spoke or rather wrote him a note or some other such thing, he knew well it was important and he needed to heed whatever it was. At least it was a Saturday, so he didn’t need to worry about school, however, when his ghost sense went off causing him to exhale a wispy billow of cold air, he silently wished that the ghosts could give him a couple of days off a week as well.

With a reluctant sigh, Danny transformed in his bedroom before taking off and heading off towards the location he’d felt the strongest pull from the ectoplasmic disruption. It was downtown, a great start overall, though what was odd was as of yet there was no destruction… no running people trying desperately to escape an ethereal threat…

It was uncomfortably calm actually…

Danny frowned and spun about trying to focus inwards to locate where the pull was. His eyes flashed open in an instant when he felt it, his ghost sense going off for a second time as he honed into the feeling. Whatever ghost had decided to pay him a visit today was powerful. Scarily so to elicit such a strong reaction from his ghost sense.

He flew up towards the ghost, he was eager but weary. There was no outright attack yet so he wanted to hold out hope that whatever ghost was up here was peaceful.

Danny was not prepared for a lanky ghost in a solid black robe looking out over the city from the highest building in Amity. Danny opened his mouth to speak but the stranger beat him to it. “Ah, Phantom… or do you prefer Daniel? Or some other such derivative of that?” the ghost asked, not even shifting in the slightest.

Danny was unnerved by that. The ghost had a deep voice, gruff but buttery smooth… it had a strange resonance in it that made it sound both soothing and unsettling at the same time. Still, Danny was on guard. Ghosts could go from zero to a hundred really fast, and he’d been bitten by that ruse far too often to have not learned at this point… Still, he was always an optimist and any chance to get out of this without a fight he’d take it.

“And you are?” Danny asked, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible to this potentially dangerous and powerful spectre.

“Oh silly me, how rude.” The ghost chuckled out before turning around with a flourish. The ghost was bone white and rail thin, with ruby red eyes that shone with mirth around a deep navy blue iris. With the black cloak closed all Danny could see was the white glow around him and the elongated face of the ghost. As he laughed he revealed a long set of fangs both upper and lower hidden away by bone white lips.

“My name is Mortimer, Morty for short if you’d rather. Most people prefer it anyway.” the ghost, Morty mused with a small tap of his white slender finger to his lips. “Ah well, that’s not important what is as that you’re a prompt kid, and I like that. Pleasure,” he stuck out a hand to shake.

Danny eyed the hand suspiciously before grasping the pale appendage into his own. There was a cool and electric feeling radiating from Mortimer, that just screamed of power, but the literal grim grinning ghost before him seemed nice enough.

“Right, introductions out of the way, now we can get down to brass tax hm?” the pale ghost said releasing Danny’s hand and clapping his own together with a soft and chalky sounding smack.

“What?” Danny blinked stupidly. “You're a tax collector ghost?” he asked, making a face of confusion.

“What? Oh Ancients, no! I am a collector of sorts and you Phantom,-”

“Are going to be the newest thing in your weird collection? No thanks.” Danny scoffed having interrupted the ghost.

“You don’t even know what the offer is and besides it’s not exactly something you can refuse being what you are, and how you have handled yourself up until now,” Morty said with a flippant wave of his hand. “Your fate was sealed into this the moment Clockwork took an interest in you.”

“Clockwork? Where does he fit into this? With you?” Danny huffed feeling a little more angered by the second now.

“Well, it’s your third death day right?” Danny nodded. “Well, today is when you officially transition from a kid to a teen, well from a ghostly standpoint anyway,” Morty said with a tilt of his head revealing a thin whisp of flame like hair that looked to be hardly there at all on his ebony ectoplasmic flesh.

Danny blinked a few times as his mind caught up with that. This guy had mentioned Clockwork and Clockwork had mentioned today would be important… So… “You’re who I was supposed to be looking out for today?” Danny asked.

“I mean maybe? Were you told a reaping recruiter was comin’ to get you?” Morty asked in kind. “Because if you were that makes this a whole lot simpler.”

“A what?” Danny barely got out before the other ghost grabbed his arm and thrust him forward into a ghost portal. Instantly Danny engaged his flight and rounded on Morty, fists flaring only to stop cold when he saw where he was brought.

The literal valley of death.

Morty now had out a scythe as tall as he was, with a blade that was half the length of the pole. The blade, seemingly made of a blinding white plasma dipped into the portal and closed it in an instant. Morty then spun the scythe banishing the weapon to whatever unworld it had come from.

The weapon itself was impressive enough, but the fact that it matched the exact description shape and apparently portaling powers, from what he remembered the reaper ghosts were usually seen to wield… Danny was very glad he didn’t try to attack this ghost now.

“You really are a reaper.” Danny gasped out, staring wide eyed at Morty.

“Yes, I thought I’d mentioned that? No? Eh, well we’re here now and we’ve got work to do boy!” Morty said with a motion aimed at the halfa to get him to follow.

Reaper ghosts were dangerous, said to kill a living person with just a touch of their hand… Danny’s eyes widened as he stared down at the hand he’d shook Morty’s with earlier. Did that mean…? He rubbed at his neck as he followed, thankful to feel the slow and shallow ‘Ka-thump’ beneath his gloved hand.

“Wait, you mentioned you were a recruiter?” Danny asked moving quickly to catch up to the other ghost.

“Yep,” came the simple reply with a popping P. “And you’re here because-.” he trailed off with a wave of his hand urging Danny to put two and two together.

“I’m being turned into a reaper?” Danny hazarded out his guess.

“Got it in one kid. Congrats. Morty said with a nod of approval.

“Wait… Why me?”

“Well, the main one is you being a demi-ghost. You’re between the life and death binary system. Meaning, you yourself are the focal point in that scale of life and death,” the reaper responded.

“What about Vlad? He’s a halfa too…” Danny asked, genuinely curious.

“Indeed he is, but you are not like him in the slightest when it comes to personality. Tell me do you know what we do? What job does a reaper ghost have?” Morty asked, turning to look at Danny over his shoulder.

“You take the souls of the living, collecting them and forcing them to die…?” Danny asked nervously. “I don’t want to kill people though! Even if they are on some list or however you decide who’s time is up!” he argued to Morty. He really didn’t want to kill people…

“Ha! No, Why does everyone always think we deal in the living? Life and death are something that can’t be influenced by us.when your number’s up it ain’t us that's coming to kill you, nature does that plenty well on its own.”

“Then-”

“We deal in the souls of ghosts,” Morty stated. “When a living thing dies, regardless of whether they become a ghost or not, the souls flow to the ghost zone. If they do become a ghost it means they had an obsession that was stronger then the pull of the zone’s core, the collective.” Morty explained.

“That much I know… It’s a basic concept.” Danny nodded curiously now as the reaper led him into a catacomb beneath the garden they were standing upon a moment ago.

“Right, well, what do you think happens to ghosts who’s obsessions get out of hand to the point the ghosts themselves are a danger? Or ghosts that get trapped in the human realm? That’s where we come in. if they’re a danger it’s our job to force them into the collective. And the easiest way is to slice the obsession right out of them, slicing through their core with your scythe. No obsession, no reason to be and the ghost is absorbed into the collective.”

“That’s still killing people! Even if they’re ghosts I still can’t-” Danny shook his head unable to think of himself potentially killing or ending a ghost… he would be no better than Dan then…

“Well you’re not killing or ending, you’re returning them to the collective. Alternatively, you can also repair a broken core so long as the ghost isn’t too far gone. Putting down troubled spirits is our main service as a reaper, secondary is that making sure the collective stays as exactly that, a collective. We make sure nothing in the zone ventures too close, and nothing in, comes out.” Morty said with a sharp look about him as he said that.

Danny offered the reaper a sheepish smile, before turning away from the glowing gaze to look about the catacombs. There were a lot of dirt torches on the walls and doors and really not much beyond that, but suddenly the door to his left was the most interesting thing on the planet. “You do not want to know what happens when something comes out of the collective and back into the ghost zone,” the reaper warned in a stern tone.

Danny flinched his gaze snapping back into the ruby eyes of the reaper.

“Besides most commonly it’s a reaper’s job to retrieve stranded ghosts from the human realm and lead them home to the zone. A starved ghost is not something to take lightly after all. And that brings us to why we’re recruiting you, and not the other halfa.”

“Because I’ve been doing that as it is?” Danny tried after a moment of the other ghost looking at him expectantly.

Morty grinned at that. “HA! Nice once again in one, and they said you were a dunce,” the ghost chuckled as they finally stopped to enter a large wooden door with a golden trim.

“Who did?” Danny asked as he followed the ghost inside.

“Don’t worry about it. Just pick out a scythe that calls out to you,” Morty waved him off dismissing the insult on his intelligence easily.

Danny couldn’t bother to rebuttal though when he laid eyes on the weaponry in the room. They were in a word gorgeous. All glowing with an array of coloured blades and handles and the teen’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

“Woah…” was about all he could get out as he gently reached out to try to grab a scythe with a bright white handle and a blue blade. As soon as his hand touched the pole Danny recoiled from the shock he’d received from the weapon.

“Nope, that one didn’t like you kid,” Morty said amused. “A reaper’s blade is special to them, and only one reaper can wield a blade, so much so that if a reaper is destroyed the blade shatters along with them. It’s an extension of yourself,” he explained.

“So then… how do you know?” Danny asked, trying to grab another one with a black pole and purple blade, only to recoil with a hiss and suck on his now burned finger.

“You really need me to answer that one kid?” the reaper asked leaning against the door and crossing his arms.

“...No…” Danny grumbled. The teen sighed looking at all the blades in the rows of weapons. They were all scythes and all slightly different, though some not by much to their neighbours. With a thoughtful frown, Danny explored the shelves.

Morty watched the teen go eyes shining with mirth as he looked on into the rows and rows of weapons. As a halfa, he would become an angel of rebirth, a force to be reckoned with and eventually a great ruler. Until his one-hundredth death day, he wouldn’t know of that tidbit and instead would remain in their ranks as a reaper.

Danny sighed after the tenth or so blade zapped him, he decided to try a new tactic. He closed his eyes and focused like he would when normally looking for a ghost with his ghost sense. These weapons felt like more than just average weapons after all perhaps they had a bit of life er, rather death in them? And so he focused and walked forward, moving along eyes closed until his hand rested in front of a rack. He blinked his eyes open and scanned the handles in front of him. It was easy to pick out the one that he thought was calling to him after that.

The handle was deep black with coloured sparkling glowing speckles all along the shaft, swirling and pulsing shifting slowly all along the handle. They looked so much like stars that Danny’s core fluttered eagerly at the sight of that alone. When he grabbed the handle, he felt the sheer burst of power that flowed through him and it was both intoxicating and worrisome.

He quickly regained his focus to stare at the white blade that pulsed and flickered with just the tiniest bit of blue. It reminded him of a comet’s tail with how it waved along when he moved the weapon. It was gorgeous and he knew it was his.

“Oh, that’s a beaut’!” Mort said with a low whistle almost right into Danny’s ear, causing the teen to jump into the air and float there staring angrily down at the reaper. “Now you’ve got that I gotta teach ya how to use it, well the basics, then from there you’re to come back here every week til we deem you ready to don a cloak.”

“I- right… so where do-” Danny didn’t even get the chance to ask as no sooner had he started Morty ripped a hole into space with his own summoned scythe and grabbed Danny dragging him through the portal. “Training…”

“En- Garde boy!” Morty called, pointing the butt end of his scythe to Danny. “First things first summoning and banishing your blade, then portals, and that should do it for today. I’ve no doubt you’ll figure out fighting with it on your own after that.”

“Yeah, ghost attacks in my town are far too common…” Danny admitted.

“Well now you can portal them away,” Morty said with a chuckle. “I think that’s why humans all think us to be bringers of death, we’re often seen bringing newly dead ghosts across the threshold to the zone… but you being a halfa you can stay in the human realm and not have to worry as much about ectoplasm intake. It gives you a huge advantage.”

With a final amused shake of his head, Morty went into army Sergeant mode. Like the flip of a switch, Danny was suddenly being worked over the proverbial coals. He wasn’t sure how long it took him to be able to summon and banish the scythe, but he was suddenly overly glad that there was only two things the reaper had wanted to work on.

Once he had successfully done the summon and banish three times in a row they moved on to portaling. And this was where Danny felt the drain.

He had to push his power into the blade to keep it rigid and allow himself to actually use the thing to cut. That alone was hard, but trying to force his power through the scythe to make the portal… after his third attempt, he was already almost ready to pass out.

Push the power into the blade then past it, force it to burst out of the blade and reach into the human realm, then spin the energy around the blade to pull open the portal. He knew the concept Morty had drilled it into his skull by this point, but for the life of him…

Danny panted leaning forward using his new weapon to hold himself up. He was almost ready to transform back…

“Is that all you got?” Morty taunted. “If it is we’ll be here a lot longer. You’re not getting out of here unless you can portal out yourself. Do you have a clear destination in mind?” he asked again for the fifth time.

“Yes, I do… I -I don’t think I have enough power.” Danny wheezed out.

Morty shook his head. “You don’t, but your scythe does. You’re only supposed to use your power to supplement and direct that of your weapon. Now try again with that method.”

Danny sighed and readied himself before standing up once more. With a deep breath, he readied himself and tried to talk with his scythe as weird as it sounded at first to his tired brain.

“To Fenton works come on now… “ Danny urged. With a force of power from his weapon pulling from his own energy pool he swung his blade and sliced down. The curve went through space and sliced the fabric between dimensions open.

With a triumphant cheer, Danny whooped out to his teacher. “You’ve done well kid. Now remember, to close it stick the butt of your weapon into the centre of the portal and give a small pulse of energy.” Morty said with a bright grin. “And I’ll see you next week.”

With that, the Reaper ghost gave Danny a salute before opening a portal of his own and taking off to wherever it was he went when not on duty.

Danny on the other hand eagerly flew through the portal, dispelled that, banished his scythe and B lined into bed practically collapsing onto the plush surface with a tired and sore groan. It didn’t take him long after that to fall asleep.

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It was dinner time when Danny woke up, or rather Jazz had brought up some leftovers to him after telling his parents that he was sick… Still, it was an easy win for him to sleep the day away and he’ll take any chance he can get for that.

Jazz was easy to dissuade from pressuring him too much after he simply said ‘ghost problems’ she dropped it begrudgingly, and he was able to shoo her out of his room to eat his meal in relative peace.

Or at least half of it since his ghost sense went off not too long into his meal.

With an angered groan and a forlorn look to the mac and cheese loaf he had been enjoying, he transformed and headed out to knock some annoying ghost sideways… and for once he was almost hoping it would just be the box ghost.

When a missile came flying towards him a few seconds later he knew that hope was dashed. Even more so when Skulker moved in himself to try to toss a weighted net at him.

With a quick blast of his plasma the net was no more but the missile he’d dodged before rounded back on him, slamming into his back and launching him down to the ground.

He pulled himself up with a groan and a small huff of annoyance escaped him when he saw an almost identical him shaped hole right beside the one he’d just pulled himself out from. “Well at least I’m consistent…” he muttered in annoyance, before launching back up towards Skulker.

“I have you this time whelp!” The robotic hunter called out aiming a blast towards his prey.

Danny threw up a shield before grinning to himself and summoning his new weapon. “I got something new for my death day and I wanna try it out!” Danny called. “Hope it gives me a new edge.” he offered quickly, swinging the blade around, doing his best to look cool, before pointing the business end of his scythe at Skulker.

The self proclaimed Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter paused upon seeing the weapon. “That can not be real,” he scoffed out though the worry in his tone was clear as a crystal bell.

“Like my new toy Skulky? I got myself a new upgrade!” Danny proclaimed channelling a bit of power to solidify the wispy blade into a solid and keen blade. With one two handed strike the thing struck true and sliced Skulker’s hand clean off as if it were butter.

Skulker would be sweating if he were capable… as it were he could only stare at the halfa in dread and slight awe. “It’s real, isn’t it…” he gulped.

“Very.” Came Danny’s amused reply as he decided to try something. Focusing hard on the area in the ghost zone just outside Walker’s prison Danny turned and stuck the air right beside Skulker. To the teen’s absolute delight a portal appeared in all it’s spinning glory. “It worked!” He chirped before kicking at Skulker to toss him through it.

The bewildered robotic ghost hardly stood a chance and sailed through the portal with a yelp of dismay. To think the prey he’d been hunting all this time was a reaper!? It made him all the more valuable… Skulker reoriented himself before trying to zip back the way he’d come only for the portal to suddenly vanish leaving him stranded on this side.

Danny meanwhile, was elated. This was going to make his job of protecting Amity a whole lot simpler. He wouldn’t need to worry if he forgot his thermos ever again! It was a good feeling. He swirled his scythe around like the leader of a marching band with far too much flare, simply enjoying how natural the weapon felt to him.

His exceptional high feeling was cut short however when Valerie’s voice hit his ears. “What… What was that?”

Danny squawked, he didn’t even hear her coming up behind him! He clutched the scythe to his chest, the blade’s wispy form flickering along with his ghostly tail and aura. “What?” Danny blinked stupidly.

Ever since Danielle Danny had shared a shaky alliance with the huntress, though it was more of a stay out of my way and I won’t shoot directly at you, sort of thing. Still, any sort of relief from attacks, he’ll take.

“That scythe… it’s new.” Valerie commented suspiciously.

“Oh, Yeah! I’m three now so I got a cool toy! Apparently, I’m a reaper ghost. Neat huh?” Danny grinned doing his best to keep up his playful hero persona. He spun his weapon around a few times before vanishing the thing and taking a bow.

“A reaper?” Valerie asked carefully, floating a little bit further back from the male now.

“Yep!” Danny exclaimed popping the P and straightening back up to properly face Valerie. “Oh! But I’m a reaper for ghosts, not one for humans,” Phantom added placatingly, hands up in a hopefully soothing manner. “You can still touch me it’s fine!” he added barely making out the frown behind the face shield the huntress wore.

Valerie grimaced further at that. “I’d really rather not.”

“No seriously, it’s fine. Come here! Let’s hug it out!” Danny called arms open wide and a shit eating grin in place.

Valerie called out a curse to him and fired a volley of blasts forcing the halfa to dodge and fly back. “Try that again and I’ll put a hole through your head.” she hissed.

Danny’s grin never faltered and instead simply used his bodily manipulation powers to do just that. While Valerie shuddered Danny tried again for the hug arms wide.

“Ugh, you're impossible.” She grumbled, firing a blast with pinpoint accuracy through the hole he’d made in his face.

“Come on Val~ That’s not nice.” Danny teased smiling brightly, only to yelp and zip off when she brought out her thermos threateningly.

The citizens of Amity park that night were witness to an hour’s long game of cat and mouse, as the Red Huntress chased the elusive Phantom about. Though if asked about it later Phantom would insist it was all in good fun. Even if the burn on his backside begged to argue otherwise…

And as Phantom learned more and more from the reaper ghosts, he became a better and more efficient hero to the people of Amity.

The approval ratings going up felt nice too.

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Total word count: 4291

#Phic Phight 2020 #Danny Phantom #phic Phight #danny #Skulker #a reaper #mistery #maybe a tad of humor

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kayluh1915 · 4 years

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Homecoming

Summary: Gavin returns from a two-week-long business trip. He's exhausted but very happy to see Ryan again.

Words: 1987

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff... dat’s all, folks!

Nothing can stop my Freewood addiction at this point... ya'bitch is hooked so expect more.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

THIS FIC IS A REPOST! I dun did fucked up and posted a major fandom no-no which I feel SUPER terrible about. I'm still learning the rules of this side of the internet and I made a mistake. So, here's me correcting it because respect for the people involved is always my #1 priority! If you want more context, you can read this post I made earlier. Hopefully, my future mistakes will be less yikes™ in the future.

As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged... even if it's to call out a no-no!

Even with the rewrites, I'm VERY pleased with how this turned out even if it didn't pan out how I expected it to. I hope you can now finally enjoy it the way I do if you choose to give me a second chance. <3

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The airport was busy. Far too busy for a Wednesday evening, Ryan thought, but he didn’t pay much attention to the unusual foot traffic. He was more focused on listening for the announcement that Gavin’s flight from London had landed. He hadn’t seen him in a little over two weeks and it was starting to get to him. Of course, Gavin’s busy traveling schedule was nothing new to him, but no matter how often he packed his bags it would always be hard for Ryan to watch him depart and even harder to wait for his return.

His heart leaped in his chest when the familiar ding came over the intercom, but he disappointedly settled back down into his chair when it was just a last call for another airline. Ryan took off his grey AH hat to run a nervous hand through his hair, setting the worn thing aside as he absentmindedly reached for his phone. He didn’t expect to have anything new since it had only been not five minutes since he’d checked it last, but to his surprise, he had a new message from Dan. He opened it and smiled wide when he saw that he had sent him a series of photos of Gavin while he was away on his trip.

Some showed him on set, completely engrossed in his cameras while others were more… unorthodox. His favorite, in particular, was the one of Gavin hanging upside down in a hotel bed making the most ridiculous face he had ever seen him make… and he’d seen a lot of Gavin's faces. Dan was also in the photo, sitting on the floor beside him and making a face of a similar caliber.

"You should post the hotel one on Instagram." Ryan texted back, only half joking. Dan replying almost immediately.

"You’re kidding, right? He'd bloody murder me when he flies back here next week." Ryan continued to scroll through the pictures Dan had sent him, the smile on his face only growing wider with each one. Gavin sends him photos while he’s away as well and he enjoys every single one, but Dan… he got the ones Ryan really wanted. The ones of Gavin being carefree and enjoying time with one of his oldest friends, his eyes crinkled up with laughter and his bright smile lighting up Ryan’s previously darkened world.

Just when he had finished looking through the pictures, Dan sent one more and Ryan stopped breathing for a solid five seconds. It was a photo of Gavin at a cafe somewhere in Paris right as the sun was setting, the golden rays kissing his skin as he sipped at the drink in his hands. His green eyes were glassed over, clearly so lost in his own head that he probably didn’t even realize that Dan had taken a photo.

“Forgot one, sorry. Figured you’d enjoy this one.” Ryan swallowed hard.

“Understatement of the fucking year.” Dan only replied with three laughing emojis as Ryan set the photo as both his home and lock screen. He didn’t want to live another day without seeing that picture of Gavin. He flat out refused it.

Ryan was so obsessed with looking at the photo that he had nearly missed the announcement he had been waiting for all this time. He hastily pocketed his phone and put his hat back on, sprinting towards the terminal and bouncing anxiously on his heels. Incoming passengers started flooding in, Ryan skimming each one of them for the pair of emerald eyes he had missed so much. Finally, after what seemed like an endless stream of strangers, he finally saw him. He wasn’t nearly as groomed as he had been in the cafe photo. His hair was a mess and he looked exhausted and in need of a hot shower, but that didn’t matter to Ryan. Even when tousled up, he was still beautiful in his eyes.

He watched as Gavin looked over the crowd for him, smiling wide when he had finally found him. Gavin ran into his arms as fast as he could, Ryan hugging him tightly while placing kisses atop his disheveled hair.

“Missed you…” Gavin mumbled, his voice muffled in Ryan’s chest. He only hugged his Brit tighter, pulling his face off his chest to place a tender kiss on his forehead.

“Missed you too. So much…” Gavin flashed Ryan a tired smile, reaching up to properly kiss him. “Was your flight okay?” Gavin sighed, looking over the crowd of his fellow passengers.

“It was quite shit, to be honest.”

“Uh oh... What happened?” Gavin waved him off.

“Later, Love? I’m exhausted and would like to go home to my cat.” Ryan chuckled, kissing Gavin once more.

“Later it is, then. C’mon, let’s get your bags and get you outta here.” Ryan walked with Gavin to baggage claim, his right hand gently resting on the small of Gavin’s back.

“Dan sent me some lovely photos of you right before you landed.” Gavin’s face blushed red, gently face-palming himself.

“Shit... Which ones?” Ryan took out his phone and showed him the one of him and Dan at the hotel. Gav groaned.

“I wish I could tell you that we were drunk or something to justify that, but we were sober. There’s literally no excuse for it…” Ryan laughed, kissing Gavin’s cheek.

“Well, I enjoyed it regardless.” Gavin hummed in response, laying his head down onto Ryan’s shoulder and going silent for a moment.

“I’m so tired, Rye…” He whined, Ryan gently rubbing Gavin's back where his hand had been resting.

“I know, Dear. We’ll be heading home as soon as we grab your bags.”

“Can’t we just leave’em?” He groaned, leaning more of his weight into Ryan.

“You want to leave a $100,000.00 Phantom at the airport?” Gavin scoffed.

“Gotta go back next week, so why not?”

“Hey now, you just got here. Let’s not talk about you leaving again until we have to.” Ryan joked… sort of. Gavin hummed again, the couple going silent after that. His bags finally came in on the belt, Ryan grabbing each one carefully. He wasn’t quite sure which one had Gavin’s Phantom so he was playing it safe with each one.

“Phantom’s in that one. Lenses and small HD in that one. The others you can manhandle for all I care.” Gavin called out, Ryan going way too slow for his liking. Ryan laughed and shook his head.

“Getting a little grumpy on me, aren’t ya?” He joked, Gavin obviously way too tired to deal with his bullshit.

“I just want to go home… please...” Ryan grabbed his bags, holding his hand out in front of him.

“Lead the way, Darling. I’m right behind ya.” ______________________

When Ryan pulled into the garage, he looked over at Gavin to find him knocked completely out, the sudden silence of the car being filled with his soft, heavy breathing. Ryan smiled lovingly at him, getting out of the car and grabbing Gavin’s bags as quietly as he could. He sat the Phantom and his equipment in the office and took his other bags to the laundry room, returning to the car to retrieve his exhausted Brit. He lifted him into his arms, trying his best to not disturb him, but to no avail, his lover stirring as soon as he closed the door to the garage.

“Pu-me down…” He grumbled, gently squirming in Ryan’s grip. “I need a shower and wanna see Smee.” Ryan listened, gently lowering Gavin to his feet and following him into the living room. The 6-year-old siamese in question was standing on the counter, meowing loudly when he saw Gavin. He wasn’t really allowed on the counters, but he gave him a pass just this one time. He lifted the cat into his arms and kissed his head.

“Missed you too, bud.” Ryan made his way over to the cabinet, looking for something to make. He had been too excited to see Gavin and had skipped dinner, but it had caught up with him now that Gavin was home.

“You want anything to eat, Dear?” Gavin thought for a moment, still reuniting with his beloved cat.

“A bit too tired for a meal, to be honest, but I have a feeling you’re going to make me eat anyway so sure.” Ryan smirked. Gavin knew him well.

“You okay with tacos?” Gavin kissed Smee one last time and sat him back down on the hardwood.

“Tacos are fine. While you do that, I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed. After I eat, I’m sleeping for like a year.” Ryan nodded, pulling out a box of taco shells.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll be down here if you need me.” Gavin walked over to Ryan and placed a kiss on his cheek, heading upstairs to rid himself of that putrid airplane smell. Once he was clean, he dried himself off and dressed with a pair of boxers, socks, and one of Ryan’s shirts. After brushing his teeth, he let the smell of tacos lead him downstairs, his stomach growling at the promise of an incoming meal. Ryan had the table set, two plates of fresh tacos steaming, and filled to the brim. He was grabbing drinks when he saw Gavin come around the corner.

“There you are. I thought you might have fallen asleep in the shower.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t.” Gavin made his way over to the chair, Ryan rushing to pull it out for him after he had sat down a can of coke for Gavin and diet coke for himself. Gav cracked it open, taking a quick swig as Ryan took his seat next to him. They ate in comfortable silence, Ryan watching Gavin closely as he slowly ate. He could tell that he had a million things he wanted to talk about, but was far too exhausted to even process the words.

“You’re staring, Rye,” Gavin muttered with his mouth full. Ryan smirked.

“And?”

“Reserve it for when I don’t look like utter shite.” Ryan shook his head, reaching over to brush a strand of damp hair away from Gavin’s eyes.

“Nonsense, you look beautiful.”

“You always say that,” he scoffed, taking another sip of his coke as Ryan caressed his cheek.

“Because it’s true… even though you think it’s not.” Gavin leaned into Ryan’s palm, another yawn making itself known.

“I need sleep, now. I’m getting too sappy.”

“But I like sappy Gav.” Ryan fake-whined along with an over-exaggerated pout. Gavin ignored him, standing up and stretching out his already fatigued muscles. Ryan stood up with him, beginning to clean up as Gavin started to make his way upstairs.

“You’re coming up too, right?” Gavin asked, standing on the first step as he called out to Ryan.

“Yeah. I’ll be up in a minute, Dear.” He finished climbing up the stairs and dove into bed, curling into the blankets with a loud groan. Laying down in his own bed had never felt so delightful. He hadn’t even realized he had dozed off until Ryan woke him up when he crawled into bed beside him. After he was settled, Gavin crawled over to him and laid his head on his bare chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. Ryan wrapped his arms around him, placing several kisses wherever he could reach.

“I love you so much, Rye. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you…”

“You’re right, you are getting too sappy.” Gavin gently slapped at his chest, earning a laugh from Ryan.

“Sod off, you knobhead.” Ryan laughed again, placing yet another kiss atop Gavin’s head. After he fell asleep, Ryan whispered:

“You were my lantern in the darkest night, leading me to a happiness that I never thought I’d feel again. You’re my entire world and I love you, my darling.” A quiet snicker breathed across his chest.

“Now who’s being sappy?”

#kayla's incoherent fanfics #homecoming #freewood #rewritten to fix critical mistake #*cringes*

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inked-foundry · 5 years

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an isolated scene in which Castor is granted access to his magic once more.

input and commentary is much appreciated!

Castor was the only soul left in the cell block, sequestered into a corner, where the cracking concrete floor met dampened brick wall. His dark hair was more overgrown and disheveled than ever. Once broad shoulders almost looked small for his sweater, while the circles under his eyes had turned from shadows to eclipses.

Any flame in those burning red irises had long faded. While the echoes of a confused riot echoed upstairs, footsteps pounding on the floor above, Castor kept motionless in his corner to stare at the tiny barred window of his cell.

Eris remained idle in the cell block hallway, some sort of blockage in her throat. She swallowed and forced a step forward. And then another. The stride to Castor’s cell took a lifetime, and yet she couldn’t construct a greeting. She had come to break him out, to act as the savior, to return a favor that was long overdue. But she couldn’t think of anything sentimental to say.

Though she was already standing right in front of him, separated by a few flimsy iron bars. She could have slipped her narrow frame between those excuses for security all too easily. Yet some unspeakable force compelled her to stay on the other side.

Castor hadn’t even acknowledged her presence.

Eris scratched her shoulder awkwardly, noticing the lack of comforting weight.

“I lost your scarf,” she admitted. A heat bloomed across her face, nervous laughter pealing from her throat. She rested her hand on the wall and mused, “But the damn thing was old and fraying, anyways. Once we’re out of here, I’ll be out of my debts and I can buy you a new one—”

“Eris, shut up.” Castor’s voice was hollow and left a reverberation throughout the hall.

And for once in her life, Eris Arc stopped speaking. She heard dew droplets leak from the wall and settle on the floor. Her own breathing sounded heavy and incomplete, like there were bricks at the bottom of her lungs. Castor didn’t let off a single sound.

As far as the rest of the world was concerned, he was dead.

But Eris was too damn stubborn to fall in line.

“I can get you out. If you’ve forgotten, your best friend kind of is a master escape artist.” Eris offered a half-hearted smirk in the hopes of rekindling some of his old energy. Though Castor still refused to look her in the face. “But you’ve got to work with me first, Cassie, and right now, you’re being about as helpful as the gulls on the docks.”

Still no response.

“As insufferable as those damn birds are with stealing every fried fish I’ve tried to buy, at least they’re entertaining, given how stupid they sound,” Eris mused. She ground her boot into the floor, all of her nerves suddenly too antsy to stay still. “You’re just being sad right now. Look, I learned the hard way that I can’t just wallow in my own self pity—”

“Eris, for the love of the gods!” Castor rose to his feet and slammed a fist against a wall. And he finally turned around. The lines of his jaw were made fuzzy by unkempt stubble. Deep creases on his face had damn near turned into canyons. Forming tears pricked the corners of his eyes. “Don’t you get it? This is over!” He drew in a long, grating breath, like someone had lined the sides of his throat with sand. “Pollux has me right where he wants me. I’ve got no magic left and no way to escape. No matter where I run, Empyrean has me by the gods-damned neck.” He ran a hand through his hair, teeth grit and chest heaving. “I’m as good as dead already.”

His trembling sobs filled the otherwise empty cells.

Eris nodded sympathetically. “Not to be a hypocrite, but you should really listen when I talk, even if I do say a staggering amount of enlightening things.” She reached into her pocket. “I did say I was an escape artist.”

Castor opened his mouth to retort. He immediately shut it when he saw the tiny vial that Eris drew from her pocket. The glass cylinder was suddenly infinitely fragile in her palm, the pale purple liquid inside more valuable than all of the royal jewels combined. Slowly and deliberately, Eris slipped her arm between the bars, presenting her peace offering.

She tried to keep her hand steady as Castor approached it. “Dan, Tory, and I rummaged through your notes while you went off the map. We found the last of the ingredients for that potion you’ve been obsessing over.” It took an effort not to flinch as Castor lifted the vial from her hand with surprising casualness. “It would have been nice if Bruyan plants didn’t explode so frequently, though.”

“Where did you get the last of the elements?” Castor sputtered. His words stumbled over each other, rushing out of his mouth faster than his brain could register the movement of his jaw.

Eris shrugged. “It’s kind of easy to find what you want when you have Atlas’s heiress and someone with the authority of the royal guard on your side.” She propped her hands on her hips, a proper, genuine smile gracing her mouth. “Although they should get credit, I do expect most of your gratitude for stealing some of the ingredients.”

Castor didn’t bother to show appreciation. Hell, he showed nothing but sheer awe and surprise, more expression donning his face in this one moment than Eris had ever seen. He glanced up at her and then back down.

“This is real?” He muttered.

“Down the thing like a swig of whiskey, and you should be back to your best in no time.” Eris pursed her lips, a new concern crossing her mind. “Though I met you after you lost half your magic, so… I don’t know what you consider full strength.” She grimaced slightly and requested, “Could you do me a favor and not kill me when you get your powers back?”

“Never,” Castor assured. He looked upwards—looked her in the eye—and held their mutual gaze. “I’m insulted that you’d think I’d ever hurt you.” Sentimentality rose into his voice. Nothing necessarily sad or joyful, but like he hadn’t truly felt anything in a long time. “You’ve… you’ve done too much for me, Eris.”

“I haven’t done jack, Cassie.” Eris gestured like she was brushing dust under a rug. “Now do me a favor and drink that thing before you break it or Pollux recognizes that my ass isn’t at his frilly party.”

No time was wasted. Castor was nearly trembling as he did so, but he uncorked the vial and flicked the topper into some desolate corner of the cell. He swallowed something; whether it be panic or bile or the weight of his past, he needed to clear something from his throat. Fingers curled delicately about the glass. And he threw his head back, downing the whole thing.

The glass tumbled from his hand and hit the floor, miraculously failing to crack. It rolled along until it bumped into the wall. Yet it was the only thing to move or change for a few dire moments.

If anything was alive in the hall, it chose not to show itself.

Eris felt her chest tighten. She crafted the potion incorrectly. Castor was still going to be trapped and he was still going to be left helpless, and it would be all her fault. She was already planning an apology.

Then Castor let out a gasp—a noise that was incredibly unlike him, with how surprised he sounded. Clutching at his chest and eyes closed tightly, he leaned on a wall to remain upright whilst his legs shuddered too furiously to support him. Eris could only watch in terror. Perhaps she hadn’t merely crafted a null potion. She may have created a poison.

Or so she thought until she saw a tiny set of horns creep between tufts of Castor’s hair. She held in a sigh of relief. Even if most demigods obscured their horns with some divine veil, it was an inescapable marker. And Castor had been hadn’t been able to uncover them for the better part of a century.

Though a phantom icicle dragged itself along Eris’s spine. She had successfully brewed a potion that would bring Castor’s power back, and she had no idea what the hell he could do.

Eris wanted to help. A part of her wanted to run between the bars and comfort him while the potion wracked his veins with whatever metamorphosis it caused. But she ended up taking a step back. She had seen a powerful demigod in Pollux. So if Pollux Metaxas was afraid of Castor’s full strength, what chance would Eris have against Castor?

Though he hardly seemed able to deal with it himself, just barely stifling a scream when a pair of wings burst from between his shoulder blades. Yet another emblem of divinity that he had been denied.

She skipped another step back when she heard a soft tear. Castor managed to stand upright. Except he seemed taller than usual, but perhaps that was the fact he had the confidence to stand straight instead of slumping over as he constantly did. No—he was taller. Eris could only watch as a rip formed along the seam of his sweater, where shoulder met sleeve. His figure had become a little too broad, chest as robust as a full keg of ale.

Mercifully, his sudden growth spurt halted after a few inches.

Eris hardly got a moment to catch her breath, as for when he opened his eyes—

Gods, his eyes were like staring into hellfire, from the warmth it exuded to the utter destruction that was teased in its light. But the gleam in his gaze was proof that he was alive again. She had never seen such an animated expression on Castor. He was the phoenix. He was a bird that had been in a cage for millennia, and his one option of escape was to let himself turn into ashes and be blown away.

Now he was reborn.

Eris took a step back for every step Castor took forward, until she bumped into the cell behind her. She had nowhere to go when (with a strange delicateness, still not used to his new form) Castor wrapped his massive fists about the bars. And he rent them apart with little effort, the metal creaking incessantly as it bent. He stepped through the opening he had created.

He was remarkably infantile about the whole thing. For a moment, he stared at the bars with awe that he could possibly do that sort of damage. Examining his hands, he turned them over and watched as slips of shadow weaved between his fingers with ease.

For the first time in the years that Eris had known Castor, the corners of his mouth quirked upward.

“Thank you,” he said softly. Nodding he repeated, “Thank you.”

Eris offered her own smile in response, but found it increasingly difficult to remain calm when from behind Castor, the shadows produced two oversized wolves, their fangs bared and mouths leaking something that was almost smoke.

He rested a hand on her shoulder. The utter weight of his power was surprising, Eris nearly crumbling under the touch. She felt something dash across her shoulders and watch as a streak of darkness race down her arm and back up her forearm. Panicked, she tilted her arm for her dagger to fall out from her sleeve—

Only to find that the blade was tipped with shadow. In an admittedly idiotic decision, she brushed her thumb along the toxin her dagger had been dipped in.

For a brief moment, she visioned herself just before her father’s death.

She ripped away her hand and threw her dagger to the floor.

“Careful,” Castor cautioned. He picked up the blade on her behalf and handed it back to her by the hilt. “Nightmare given form. You can attack with the dagger if need be, but…” For a moment, his words faltered. Had it been so long that he no longer had authority to describe his own magic? “The imagery itself should be enough to incapacitate.”

So this was what he was capable of. A missionary of terror.

A harbinger that decided to share the slightest bit of his dominion with her.

Eris tucked the dagger away. “Then let’s go raise hell.”

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years

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Comic Girl Is PhantomGirl

MOVIE: PHANTOM HALO COUPLE: SAM X READER (LOLA) RATING: SMUT!

Special request!

Is was from a dear freind of ours who recently came over to watch the movie and she begged for this so... here we go.

I yawned laying in my bed having finished hiding my comic books from last night and finished up my other morning business

"Morning ass wipe" Becked laughed poking his head around the door

"Morning dick brain" I sigh

"Ya done, wanking ya self off?" He smirks

"shut up becket, just because I had time to this morning and you didn't" I laugh

"Yeah because I've been working my ass off trying to find something for your jerking ass to eat for breakfast" he explains

"I'm not hungry," I sigh "I wanna shower before we go into town" I sigh

"you just want to get pretty for your girlfriend!" He laughs going back into the house

"she is not my girlfriend beck!" I complain getting up and rushing into the house after him he was in the kitchen eating doughnut holes

"Ohh come on Sammy, you see her like every day" he laughs

"Yeah because she is places I go, I can't help that" I shrug

"You're shitting me, you go out of your way to see her at work every dam day" he laughs

"I like comic books, and that's the only store in decent walking distance," I tell him

"Bull shit! you walk past two other comic book stores just to get to that one I know you do" He laughs

"I like that comic book store" I shrug

"yeah because you get half off" he smirked "and half grope of her boob" He laughed

"That's not true!" I complain

"what the half-price comics? or the half a boob grope? or was it a full grope last time? or is she just straight up fuck ya last time?" He laughs

"Shut up beck!" I yell "Don't talk about her like that, but she does give me half price comics sometimes... when I haven't bought anything for a while" I explain

"Yeah because she's sweet on ya and want's ya D Sammy" He laughs

"she does not!" I complain "she's not some little trashy girl like you gather up for you and your mates! don't talk about her like that..." I sigh "just shut up beck" I sigh going for my shower.

as soon as I was done working and it was starting to get cold and dark, I went off down to the comic store hearing the little bell as I opened the door I quickly went to the comic section at the back of the store and saw Lola the girl who works here most days organizing the comics

"Hey Lola" I smile rubbing the back of my neck

"Ohh Hey Sammy, Just sorting the vampire section some tween dick came in and mixed the whole lot up while Dan was in charge" she explains "Sorry, so what did you get up to today? how's your car coming along?" she asks

"Fine, didn't get up to much" I blush going to the alien section and finding the phantom halo comics flipping through trying to look busy

"Sammy? come on I wanna show you something" she smiles hopping over to the counter with the till

"Show me what?" I asked leaning on the other side

"Come on come here," she smiles tapping the other chair so I moved to her side and sat with her as she tinkered with the computer

"Come on what did you wanna show me?" I ask her

"Remember how dan shut up the shop last week?" she asks

"Yeah?" I shrug "I did wonder why?" I ask

"Becuase it was the comic convention, Sammy, dan made a lot actually got rid of some of our old blanket stock" she smiles "But I wanted to show you a couple of pictures" she smiles pulling me to let me rest my head on her shoulder as a picture came up

"Wow..." I smile as I saw a girl dressed in cosplay as lacy the love interest in most if not all the phantom comics dressed in one of the much snugger and barely hiding anything "that's beautiful, the work on that must have taken months" I told her

"I know, It did" she smiles

"how do you know? did you ask her?" I ask making her giggle

"It's me silly" she laughs

"Y-You?" I ask her trying to not look at the picture too much "You looked nice, you really do look like her Lola" I laugh

"Thank you" she smiles giving my head a little kiss "Your a sweetie" she smiles

"I try" I shrug "It's easy being sweet to you, your kind, your sweet, your fucking beautiful and... I would never want to make you unhappy because of me" I tell her

"humm... You're a good boy Sammy, Your my good boy" she smiles giving my head another little kiss making me blush

"Lola?" I ask her

"Yeah?" she asks

"I know dan keeps telling me off about it... but can you let me read some stuff? without buying it?" I ask her

"Awww, sweetie dan's not here you can read all you like" she smiles

"Really?" I ask

"Yeah go on" she smiles so I hopped off the chair and took it over to read some of the phantom comics they had "Hey Sammy, I brought you some tea" she smiles setting a cup of tea on the side

"aww thank you Lola" I smile

"Humm your welcome" she giggles giving my cheek a kiss and even giving me a little cuddle resting her head on my shoulder as I read "Ohh 456, did you know there is a secret page in issue 462 you can only see with a blacklight where its a nudie drawing off lacy in her reverse phantomgirl suit" she whispers

"Reverse?" I ask

"Like clothes where there are not clothes in the original and not clothes where there are in the original" she explains

"so like her... her?" I stutter glancing at Lola's chest and she nods "Do you have that one and a black light?" I ask her

"No... you'll just have to use your imagination" she smiles nuzzling into my neck as I read

"Lola?" I ask

"yeah?" she asks

"Can you dress up as reverse phantomgirl lacy?" I ask her

"Hummm... if you wanted me to" she smiles kissing up my neck

"Really? You would?" I stutter in shock

"Well... it would take me a day or two, to reverse my cosplay costume but... it can be arranged, Sammy" she smirks sitting on my leg and kissing down my neck again leaving a little hiki on my neck

"Uhhhhh... Lola, I uhh" I stutter and she smiles running her hands down my shirt

"Dan's Out till supper time Sammy" she smiles

"he is?" I ask checking around a little and putting the comic I was reading and giving her lips a tiny kiss she giggled and pulled me to kiss her deeper, I melted into the kisses wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her closer she smiled her tongue toying with mine as we kissed I slipped my hand down to her hips to tug her closer kissing her deeper and she smirks pulling my hands up towards her breasts and I lightly groped her chest, her skin was so soft and her tits so big I didn't ever want to stop till I heard a little ding! on the door making us stop and pull away we sat it was becket my brother and Lola jumped off my lap fixing her shirt

"Whoa... you are screwing the comic girl" he smirked

"uhhhhhhhhh!" I stuttered trying to not make it look like we were up to anything

"come on home else dad's gonna get up your ass" he says

"Okay" I sigh "well, see you tomorrow Lola," I tell her

"Tomorrow Sammy" she smiles giving my lips a tiny kiss making me blush bright red and we headed off home.

I sighed laying in my bed, I flipped through the comics I had looking at anything that had lacy in it, anytime I did see something with Lacy in it, I just saw Lola Dressed up as her. well... both my dad and becket are out? so I put the other comic's down and looking at the lacy picture just picturing Lola slowly stroking my shaft laying back in bed

"Uhhh... Lola!" I groan rolling my head on my pillow imagining having her in my arms again "Lola... uhhh uhh uhhhh ummmm Lola!" I moan grabbing my pillow and pulling it close to me and moving the stuffing around to feel like her chest "Ummm... Lola!" I groan finishing and turning over to get to sleep, hopefully, the morning will come faster so I can see Lola again.

"Sammy! time to get up, don't want to keep your girlfriend waiting" Becket laughed

"Shut up Becket!" I yelled throwing my pillow at him

"Ohh come on we both know you just wanna go to work and cuddle up with your comic girl" he laughed

"Fuck Off becket!" I sigh getting out of bed and getting ready to go off to work.

As soon as I was done with work becket went off home as I said I would walk home on my own quickly popping in the comic book store "Sammy!" she smiles as she sat on the counter she giggled opening her arms

"Hello Lola" I laugh giving her a cuddle "I missed you" I laugh

"Awww sweetie, I missed you too" she smiles giving me a little kiss and jumping off the counter and snuggling close to me "So what did you get up to today Sammy?" she asks

"Nothing much, just waiting to see you," I tell her

"Hummm I've just been waiting to see you too" she smiles giving me a little kiss making me blush a little "Come on I have something to show you" she smirks locking the door to the shop and turning the sign around to closed "Come on dan's out" she smiles taking my hand and dragging me up into the flat upstairs tones of comic stuff was up here she giggled unlocking a door and tugging me inside with her, and she pushed me on the bed "Two minutes" she smiles giving me a little kiss before she wandered off to another room, I sat for a minute getting comfy on the bed looking at all her stuff till I heard her voice "Hey Sammy" she smirks I looked up and sat her stood in her lacy cosplay from those pictures but the skirt even shorter and the top as tight as possible

"When is dan getting back?" I ask

"Not till tonight" she smirks I couldn't take my eyes off her she giggled coming and sitting on my lap "I'm not sure what to do Phantom! My costumes ripping from the ultra rays! a couple more blasts like that I'll be fighting in my bares" she giggles mimicking the voice and style that lacy talks

"Well..." I smirk "Stay Calm phantomgirl, perhaps removing the suit all together would protect you from the ray's damage" I smirk back

"Hummm... you'd like that wouldn't you" she smirks

"Yes I would" I smirk...

"Lola?" I ask her as we cuddled up in her bed our clothes scattered across her bedroom

"Yes Sammy?" she asks giving me a little kiss

"can we do that...more often?" I smirk

"Do what? the sex or the pretending to be the phantom and phantom girl?" she asks

"Humm both" I smirk giving her a kiss she smiles pulling me closer to her to keep kissing till I pulled away and got comfy in her bed and she smiled laying on my chest so I sat for a while playing with her hair "Lola?" I ask

"Yeah" she asks

"I never did ask? is dan like a brother? or something?" I ask her

"humm no, we've where friends since college he's been trying to get in my pants since" she laughs

"Ohh..." I said in suprise

"Relax, he's never got anywhere with me" she smirks "But you have, thats something you can lord over him in the store if you want" she smirks

"i might" I laugh "As much as I want to stay here Lola, I have to get back my dad will be spitting nails if I'm not home soon" I tell her giving her head a kiss and getting up getting my pants back on

"Owww Do you have to go?" she asks

"I'm sorry lola," I tell her

"It's okay" she sighed "Hummm, To be continued?" she asks and I smirked finishing up getting dressed

"To be continued! next time" I smirk giving her a kiss.

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dannyphantomisameme · 5 years

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Mental: Part 2 (DP Phic)

WARNING: SOME READERS MAY FIND CONTENT DEPRESSING

He was finally alone.

He didn't want to be alone.

He had been alone for 10 years.

He didn't want to be alone.

Danny brought his hands to his hair, tugging the long strands with annoyance. He was home, finally home. But did that mean he felt better?

Yes, he didn't talk much. There was no need for others to know what he experienced there. His hands fell down to his face, rubbing furiously, as if he could wash away all the memories.

It hadn't been a fun experience there. He – he - stop thinking about it Fenton…

Danny stood up and searched around his room. It was the same as he had left it. He walked over to the bathroom, peeling of his clothes as he went. He needed a hot shower. How he longed to feel the warmth against his skin.

He dialed the shower handle towards the red bar. Instantly the burning sensation enveloped his body. He had gotten so used to the cold feeling of himself, but it was nice to feel the heat against his ice-like skin. He stood there for a few moments, lost in the feeling he hadn't felt forever. He began to apply soap over his body, effectively cleaning of the figurative grime he felt shrouding his being.

He took the towel draped across shower curtain and wiped himself dry. His hair dripped over his eyes as he stared at the foggy mirror. He wiped at it, leaving a circle for his head to be seen. He gawked at himself longer than he should have. Who was this person staring back at him…

He wrapped the towel around his lower half and walked back into his room. He opened his closet door and searched through the clothing. Everything was new, tailored to fit him as of now. He grabbed a red hoodie, boxers, and a pair of black jeans. Quickly putting them onto his body he went back to his bed.

He felt cleaner. He felt neater. But he also felt emptier.

Was he really needed? Everyone had moved on, creating their own lives without him. Sure he could find a job and continue his life, but was there a purpose? There is no purpose.

No.

Come on, they don't need you.

No.

They need ME.

No.

His head ached with an oncoming migraine as he sat down at his desk. He placed his elbows on his table and his hands wrapped around his skull. The pain was overcoming him, but he focused on pushing it down. It was no use. The agony bursted within his head as he let out a low groan.

Danny lowered his head onto the desk and sat in silence, closing his eyes and listening to inaudible sounds. He could feel the pull of the portal originating from downstairs, as though it was begging him to return. He couldn't. He couldn't give in. But….

He finally felt the pain slowly dissipate into the back of his mind. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a notebook, writing something he had waited too long to do.

When he finished, he read it over. What is this shit? He crumpled it into a ball and threw it furiously on the desk. He went back into the bathroom but got caught by the mirror.

Danny stared back at the sky-blue orbs that were his eyes. A hint of green flashed behind them. He couldn't now, could he? If he just gave in a little…

No.

Listen to yourself Fenton. He gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white with strength. He could feel his mind starting to swirl as he titled a little to the left. Get a grip Fenton. Freedom won't hurt you. But he couldn't. Goosebumps rose across his skin as if a million spiders had crawled over his body. His nerves pulsed an eerie green underneath his skin. The dizziness overtook him, and he felt himself slipping into what he feared the most.

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Jazz returned to Dash after tucking Daniel into bed. He had preschool tomorrow, so she wanted him to get much rest as possible. She quickly kissed her husband on the cheek before heading out to check on Danny once more. Her parents had called her to tell that he hadn't come out yet and they thought a psychologist might be the best person to check on him.

She put her key in the ignition and started the car. She played the radio all the while driving to her home. It wasn't too far, about a 20-minute ride. Mouthing the lyrics and she turned the steering wheel, she felt her life had finally clicked into place. Everything was whole again. Once she got there, she placed her keys in her bag and rang the doorbell.

Her father greeted her with a loud shout, almost waking up the entire neighborhood. She shushed him quickly, entering to find her mother in the kitchen. She was washing dishes from dinner. Jazz greeted them both and tiptoed up the stairs. If he was asleep, she didn't want to wake him up.

She reached the top stair, trying to be as quiet as possible. She knocked on the door softly but heard no reply. She twisted the doorknob and propped the door open slightly. Through the slight sliver, she could only see the right side of the room, but no Danny.

Jazz widened the door a bit more and then slammed it shut with a loud bang.

No… I must be imagining.

She exhaled a long breath and mustered up the courage to try again. Opening the door, she screamed. The blood drained from her face and she went pale. Her knees felt weak as though she would fall any second.

Please no.

She ran up to him checking his chest for a pulse.

I just got him back.

She hopped onto the bed to untie the rope around his neck. It wouldn't budge. The tears freely flowed as she ran down the stairs two at a time to grab a knife. She screamed nonsense for her parents to come and help.

Why would he do this?

She returned upstairs faster than her legs could carry her. Her heart was beating 50 miles per minute within her fragile chest. Her dinner threatened to be released from her stomach, but she pushed it down. She jumped back on the bed and sawed the thick rope through.

Maddie and Jack entered the room, and both shouted at the horrifying sight. They ran up to their son, already lost to the darkness. They caught him as Jazz finished cutting the rope and gently placed him onto the bed.

The purple marks circled his neck were evident as he lay limp on the starry comforter. Her parents sobbed, clutching their son's hand as though it would resurrect him. Jazz sat next to her little brother, stock still. The clump of sadness sat in her throat and made her unable to produce any sound.

Jazz didn't want it all to end like this.

Jazz thought this day was going to be good day.

Oh boy, was she wrong.

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Sam clutched her husband shoulders, tears flowing onto his crisp black suit. He held an umbrella above their heads to prevent getting soaked by the everlasting rain. The ceremony was a large one, almost everyone in the town had come.

Everyone knew Daniel Fenton, although no one entirely knew him. Except them.

Others in the crowd came to pay their respects to the closed coffin as Sam and Tucker stood off to the side. The Fenton couple stood close together on the opposite side, both huddled underneath a single umbrella. The Baxter family stood right next to them, Jazz hanging her head down and embracing her son.

Danny didn't need to do this. He had so much going for him.

There was no evidence as to why he committed suicide, other than being stuck in a mental institute for 10 years. Everyone believed he may have driven himself crazy.

Did he ever show any symptoms? Could they have prevented all of this?

Danny was only silent. What information could they gain from that?

Sam didn't want to think about it. Although she didn't know the man who died, they knew the teenager who they'd grown accustomed to. And to think he was gone…

No…

Tucker squeezed her hand in comfort as he wiped his tears with his other hand while Sam picked up the umbrella.

"Hey, mind if I interrupt?"

Everyone looked at up at the voice, but no one could recognize who it belonged to. A figure stood by a tree a few feet away from the coffin, back leaning against the thick trunk. He wore a red hoodie with black jeans and matching red converse, everything soaked through by the rain. The hood was propped over his head, so he was undistinguishable to the crowd.

The figure lifted his head towards Sam and she gasped. A blue gleam hidden inside the hood could barely be seen by anyone. He walked closer, now only a foot away from the about-to-be-buried coffin. He slowly lowered down his hood and the entire crowd went silent. There stood a smirking Daniel Fenton, exactly as he was before he died.

"Miss me?" he grinned as he raised his arms in a warm gesture. His posture was confident, and his demeanor was cocky.

"D-Danny… how?" Maddie stuttered out of the quiet and Danny replied with maniacal laughter.

"You didn't really think it was me, did you? I'm not here to explain that though. I'm here to ask why all of you didn't listen to me? This could have all been prevented if you had listened to what I said." he scanned the crowd, smirking at the terrified faces that glared back at him.

"What do you mean we didn't listen?" Jack blurted out loud. Danny's head jerked rapidly in the direction of his father at an awkward angle.

"What do you mean? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" Danny's hands were furiously rubbing through his damp hair as his voice increased with anger. "Did you think it was just a coincidence that Danny Phantom disappeared at the same time Daniel Fenton was gone?"

"W-what are you trying to say Danny?" Maddie stuttered unable to comprehend.

"FOOLS. ALL OF YOU. You still don't understand when I've laid it all out for you. You're all oblivious…"

He began to float up in the air, his eyes crackling with red electricity. A flash of bright light sprung out from his chest and encircled his body. Suddenly, it burst, leaving a figure only 2 people recognized from long ago.

Dan Phantom levitated before the crowd. His aura radiated, giving his shape a green tint overall. His cape flew loosely behind him in the imaginary wind. His fiery hair floated aimlessly above his head as he held a smug expression across his face. Black and white hazmat suit clung to his muscular body displaying a familiar DP logo.

"Phantom?! Danny… you're Phantom?" Maddie shrieked over the silence of the crowd. Dan slowly levitated towards his mother, extending his arm out. His finger touched her face as she visibly flinched; he began tracing his finger down her cheek.

"Awe poor Maddie. You only figured it out now, but you're too late." He dropped his hand and swiveled towards Jazz, his fangs shining within his toothy smile. His feet crunched through the gravel of the ground, mud clinging onto his silver boots due to the rain.

"Jasmine, do you remember me?" his voice deep with admiration. Jazz clutched onto her son tighter, her eyebrows knitted with maternal care. She opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her.

He strutted towards the gravestone, his hand slinking across the cold marble surface. All eyes were on him, unmoving and unblinking. "You know, Danny was gone a long time ago." He said staring at the words written on the gravestone. "He really did try his best."

"What do you mean ghost? You're not our son!" Jack's voice boomed throughout the gloomy scenery. Dan swiveled rapidly, his head cocked at an awkward angle.

"Oh but I am your son. I've been you're son all along. You just were too oblivious to understand." His burning red eyes scanned the crowd as some flinched at his glare. "I'm not phantom you know. Phantom's been long gone. I'm not Danny either. But the pain was just enough to bring me back."

He levitated up and perched himself on the gravestone. He straightened his back and raised his hands up, green fiery ectoplasm empowering him. "Call me Dan. And I'm about to make your life a living hell…"

His voice trailed off as he vanished, green smoke rising from the tombstone. A maniacal laughter enveloped the helpless citizens. A crumpled sheet of paper floated down from the bare tree, landing at Jazz's feet.

She picked it up and stared at it, recognizable handwriting scrawled throughout the paper.

If only they had listened.

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THE END...

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