#phanfic

[nerdpoe]

It's Danny's first time doing his taxes, and he's reaching out to an online friend to help him. This is how he discovers that as far as the rest of the world is concerned, Amity Park is a barely contained zombie outbreak.

He'd made an online friend, Bart, and they played video games a lot.

Danny's fulltime job is inventing alongside his parents, and as that makes him self-employed (he doesn't work for his parents just next to them), this makes his taxes a little...scary. And it's his first tax season.

He reaches out to Bart, and asks if he knows anyone who files as self employed and if they'd be able to give him some guidance.

He can't ask his parents because, apparently, they've just been throwing random numbers on the papers and have no interest in actually doing them. Danny would like to do this properly.

Also he would like to know how his parents haven't been arrested? Questions for later.

So he shoots a message to Bart, who's apparently in the middle of some sort of sleepover with all of his old friends. Bart assures him that it's fine, and they'll all pitch in to help.

They just need to know his city and state so that the nerd of the group, some guy named Tim, can look up local state and city tax law.

When he tells them he's from Amity Park, there's no response for a good ten minutes.

What follows is a barely legible request for a phone number to call, and a group of people on the other side shouting and asking how he's avoided dying in the hellscape zombie apocalypse that is Amity Park.

Danny has no idea what the other shit means, but he's not about to dodge a chance to make a dead joke when he has one.

"I mean. If you wanna get technical, I didn't. Is...that something that'll effect my taxes?"

OR: The GIW has been lying to keep the Justice League and Justice League Dark out of Amity Park by declaring it a Disaster Zone, stating that not only is there massive pollutants in the air and soil, but that the undead run rampant and are barely contained. The wording they use, however, is a little weird upon closer inspection. It never specifies zombie, and it never says what pollutants. Danny's not super interested about that, though; he just wants to pay his taxes so that the IRS doesn't kill him in his sleep.

[its-your-mind]

“omg phil phanfic support confirmed” this and “rpf is finally okay” that

bitch.

this ain’t news.

[buskingalbatross]

phil lester said read more rpf

here's one about phil and dan and the isle of man

[ablatheringblatherskite]

My Deaf!Raoul fic is finally DONE!!

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

Christine looked at Raoul’s small form again and concluded his loneliness, a sensitive nature, and a desire to be understood. While her father and the count continued to converse... Christine determined to learn this ‘language of the hands'.

THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO FINISH BUT HEY, AT LEAST IT'S FINALLY DONE!! I hope y'all like it! I'm pretty happy with this one 🥹

I hope all those mysterious anons who kept asking about this fic actually like it 😭

Screenshot of Tumblr post from @major-knighton that inspired this fic under the cut! (EDIT: Found the original post!)

[lesbianphan]

What a lovely morning to link to my newest phanfic (fic writing comeback yo) and say if you had something against rpf Phil said it's allowed so now you have no excuse to hate it anymore, so maybe try some :p

Anyway new fic is gonna drop soon-ish as well 🫶🏻

[jestbee]

I'm not saying I got vibes, but I did once write about Phil as an MM erotica writer

[karcutie]

"Watch out dude, I think there's a g-g-g-ghost behind you!"

Illustration for the new chapter

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Age reversal

Desiree is tired of losing to Phantom and decided to just go to another city and grant wishes there. She finds a natural portal in the realms and exits it into Gotham. We’ll say she grants a few petty wishes like being taller being prettier ect.

Then she runs across a 12 year old Damian saying he wished he was the eldest brother. She says “As you wish!” And there is the usual sparkle filled puff of purple smoke, but Damian remains the same. It isn’t until he gets a com from Tim a minute later he realizes his mistake.

All the bat kids were deaged to reverse order. Damian 12, Duke 11, Tim 10, Steph 9, Jason 8, Cass 7, and Dick 6.

Fortunately this happens while everyone is in there civil IDs and not actively on patrol. Bruce calls Zatana as this seems like it was a magic curse or something. While Damian is sent on a fetch quest to to round up his siblings and bring them back to the manor. Zatana and later Constantine say that this was caused be an Infinite Realms being and they can’t undo it unless they find the being who cast the spell.

Mean while Danny is wondering why Desiree hasn’t shown up in a while. Shrugs, maybe he is finally catching a break.

[errantnight]

DPxDC Writing Prompt??!!

I know this isn't my usual fare but I just... It popped into my head and I'm going to release it into the wild and see if anyone wants to play with the idea!

After Danny becomes a Halfa and keeps having weird problems with his powers, his parents catch on in like 3 days. HOWEVER their first thought absolutely has nothing to do with ghosts! They just think he's a Meta and start trying to figure out which of them he got the gene from and whether they can activate it in themselves.

They get less and less obsessed with ghosts and become non-evil Meta enthusiasts. They just want to know more! They try and start a website like Ancestry.com to try and track where Meta genes come from and offer free DNA testing kits and shit.

This ends up with a huge misunderstanding and someone from the Justice League goes to Amity assuming they're up to no good and plotting to track down and experiment on the Metas who order their kits.

Bonus if they break in and find Danny in the lab and think he's being held prisoner or something.

[trashcanflagic]

DC x DP prompt

How was Danny supposed to know he shouldn’t be flying around in the void of space while listening to music on his headphones. Wasn’t like he was expecting anything to be there. Unfortunately there was something there. Now he just needs to explain himself to the Justice League as to why he crashed into their window.

[nerdpoe]

Dani, tired and with her powers acting up, is cornered in an alley in Gotham by a couple of thugs. She lies to get out of the situation. It works...far better than she expected.

"Come at me if you're willing to deal with my dad!"

"...Okay kid, I'll bite. Who's yer dad?"

"The Red Hood you big dumb butt."

"That's cute. Listen, kid, you can't just lie about something like-"

"-And who the fuck said she was lying?" Comes a mechanical rasp from the fire escape above them.

Dani isn't sure how it got from the Red Hood beating the shit out of those thugs to her being in one of the Red Hood's safehouses, eating some of the best food she's had in forever.

Or; Jason may or may not have a Bruce situation on his hands, what with this random kid saying she's his. Chances are, she was lying. He doesn't really care if she really is his biological kid or not, he's keeping her.

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc AU: Danny can’t fix Jason’s whole…deal… and doesn’t want to answer any questions on ectoplasm but he can get Jason to the best therapist he knows! Jason mistakes Danny constantly pushing Jazz his way as an awkward little brother move to set them up romantically- which uh, isn't necessarily a bad thing? Jazz has her own vested interests.

… heads up that this got long...

Jason ran his hands through this hair, relieving them from their previous position of cradling his face in embarrassment. Why was he sitting in a nice cafe with Danny’s redhead sister and a five dollar chai latte? For all the awkward live wire feelings he had, at least she was calm and composed. How many times had this happened already?

“So… the green stuff again?” Jazz asks, taking a sip from her own stupidly expensive drink and giving him eyebrows that beg for his explanation.

“Yeah. I was trying to get your brother to explain stuff without all the science mumbo jumbo. I just, I guess that means he defers to you.” Jason sighed, and tried to not think about how pretty her eyes were as she observed him.

“Not likely. But is the search for your answers helping you cope from day to day or making you climb an impossible mountain?” Jazz asks and it makes Jason fluster.

“It’s a moving goal post, sure, but I need answers if I’m going to fix my-“

“I think it might help you to realize that people don’t need to be fixed, they just need to grow.” Jazz interrupts.

They finish their drinks in a comfortable nonchalance, the rest of their conversation doesn’t go anywhere beyond their mutual hobbies and he’s grateful for that.

Jason's been doing a lot of introspection since this all started.

——

The first time it happened was months ago.

He confronts Danny after a mission, just wanting a simple answer on whether or not Danny thought the Lazarus pit contained ectoplasm? Could ectoplasm be separated from blood? Danny looked a little uncomfortable.

“Look dude, I know you want to know more but like, having this info isn’t going to help you. You need to talk it out.” Danny sounds sad and his eyes are filed with something adjacent to pity. It riles up the pit inside him.

“Oof. See that whole reaction thing. That’s not ectoplasmic, that’s something different. C’mon follow me.” Phantom cringes as he talks to him, and then floats across the rooftops, going slow enough that Jason can keep up on his grapple.

The arrive at a modest apartment building, not too far from his territory but clearly outside of it. Danny opens a window and slides in ahead of Jason, and all of a sudden he’s seated at a kitchen table with hot chocolate and teal blue eyes peering into his soul.

“Danny, some warning next time you’re bringing a crime boss to my apartment.” Jazz sighs and its not said with any malice or sarcasm. Danny gives her a grin and a peace sign before disappearing.

“So you want to talk about it?” Jazz turns back to him and asks.

“About?” Jason’s deep voice is going through the modulator and it sounds more sinister than it should.

“Death. Dying. The afterlife. Those are the normal things Danny brings people to me for.” She blinks.

“There’s a misunderstanding, I don’t need to talk, I need answers on Ectoplasm.” He grits out.

"Hm. Well that's not my field of study, but I can tell you that however your feeling is probably a valid response towards the trauma you've faced in life. Do you think showing yourself some kindness might lessen your desire to know the knitty gritty details?"

Jason scoffs.

"Oh. You're serious. No. I don't think being kind to myself is a valid approach to dealing with an infection that's cost me a lot of family relationships." Jason rolls his eyes. The woman looks contemplative for a moment and Jason can tell that while the dim kitchen lights are doing her no favors, she's incredibly beautiful. He pockets that information and refuses to think about it.

"So...Lets take this a different direction. Do you think successful people know what they're doing or do you think successful people need help to get where they want to go?"

"Most people are dumb and trying to get by." Jason grits out.

"So, accept that you're dumb. And then get by." Jazz replies, and then sighs and leaves the room.

Jason however, is now pissed off. Who the heck was she to say that to him?

____

The next time he finds himself across the table from Jazz, he's been on a wild goose chase with Danny and lands himself in a fancy restaurant. Why the hell was she here?

"Uh, it's called self care." Jazz replies, because apparently Jason asked that out loud. But he's not going to let this lead get away from him.

He takes off his helmet, years of muscle memory make him check that his Domino mask was in place, and sits down across from her. She raises a brow and then sighs.

"You think Danny might give me answers if I hold you hostage over, what is that, some kind of gnocchi dish?"

"Mm. Probably not." Jazz says, taking a bite and pulling out her phone.

"You're just going to ignore me then?" Jason finds himself a bit flabbergasted, he was a fucking crime lord, not someone to be ignored! Like he's just- just some bad blind date!

"Uh huh. You don't want to work on your issues and it's not my job to lead a stubborn horse to water."

"The expression is that you can lead a horse to water but you can't-"

"Can't what? Or are you still going to tell me it's not a huge waste of my time to tell you that you need to accept and forgive yourself to be able to move on. Find peace. Rest." Jazz is taking bites between her last few words but her glare remains unshakeable.

Jason is about to get up and leave when a terrified waiter comes over: "A dish, as compliments from the chef. Your guest's meal as well." He's shaking as he speaks and it makes Jason feel bad.

"Thanks." He grits out.

"...Is that the lasagna?" Jazz is looking at his food curiously, and Jason pushes it forward to indicate that she can take a bite. Probably not the safest thing for a civilian to do considering people regularly try to poison Jason but, meh. He's kind of pissed off at her still.

"It's pretty good. I was debating between that and the gnocchi- Okay let's think about this differently. You want to know about the green stuff, Danny is never going to tell a mortal about it and you keep denying yourself basic self-respect. What does your support system look like?"

"You're really pushing my buttons lady-" Jason can feel the green, but after a breath and seeing her unimpressed gaze "-I have a few friends who know what my deal is, I have an older brother who claims to forgive me, and a merry band of goons that I call my henchmen."

"Henchpeople?" Jazz asks.

"I mean, sure. That's more accurate."

"What do you do for fun?" She asks.

"I take down crime syndicates-" she levels him with another glare, he wonders why its so effective on him "-I read."

"Yeah? What genres?"

"Classics." He can admit only that much.

"Nerd. Are you going to eat any of that? You really shouldn't let food waste like that when it's not even fighting back."

"I don't know why I'm even bothering to talk to you right now." Jason spoke plainly.

"I dunno either but it's easier to tolerate you without the stupid helmet speaker. Anyway, If you like to read, hopefully that means you like to see new scenarios, new plots, stuff like that. You ever think to put yourself in side-character mode and contemplate what your whole deal is bringing to the table?"

"...How so?"

"Like, if you don't think it's worth it to treat yourself well, how do the main characters feel? Or, you know, if you were a child reading your story, what would you shout at them to move forward differently?"

"... I've decided that I only read poetry." Jason grumbles, trying to deflect with humor the fact that he does have some thoughts about what she's saying. She actually laughs at his joke though- he hadn't anticipated that.

"Uh, what is the Dr. Suess line? Stop telling outlandish tales, stop turning minnows into whales? something like that."

"Dr. Suess? Really?" Jason laughs.

"Sorry Mr. Classics, I spent most of my childhood raising my brother, forgive me for not knowing any fancy poetry." She huffs but he can tell she's laughing with him still.

They get off the topic of his mental health crisis and it turns out the Lasagna isn't half bad.

----

Jason keeps chasing Danny. Danny keeps leading him to Jazz. It goes for a few rounds before the ghost kid makes a joke about Jason liking her better anyway. Jason asks what the hell Phantom means by that, but Danny just laughs and says that Jason should just ask for her number.

...This does not sit right in his gut all of a sudden. Does he think that, that Jason is only pursuing this knowledge to keep talking to Jazz?? Does Danny want him to pursue Jazz? Does HE want to pursue Jazz???

----

He spots the Replacement in the Cave's lab before he heads upstairs to grab a cookie and leave as a civilian. The reason he even looked that way being that Tim is holding glowing green vials.

"Is that-"

"Yeah. They're literally the same except for the magic mumbo jumbo that Ra's has mixed in with the pit. Leave me alone now."

"So there is a way to heal it or, or extract it or-" Jason can feel his heart racing, but his constantly-exhausted sibling is looking at him like he's grown a second head.

"Dude. You're not gunna be able to flush it out with like, a juice cleanse. You're probably better off trying to find a magic user to deal with the curses and a therapist to do the rest." Tim looks like he's trying to be patient despite being deeply, deeply vexxed.

"Therapist- why in the hell would I-"

"I mean hasn't that been Danny's entire solution for you? He's only had one strategy the whole time he's lived in Gotham." Jason rolls his eyes.

"His solution is setting me up on dates with his sister not-"

"Dates!?! His sister is THE break out psychologist, she's done more for Arkham in the last year than decades of political reform! You've been goin on- wheez- oh my god I have to call Danny-" Tim is cackling, the lazarus water all but abandoned.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

After a (from both brothers) number of punches, a few headlocks and a large portion of threats, Jason agrees that Tim can tell his boyfriend but no one else.

Kon can keep a secret right? That's why he's the favorite?

----

"So... You and Jazz huh?" Danny looks amused as he floats by- Kon could not be trusted. The entire Justice league knows. Jason might have to die again. Apparently he said as much.

"Oh buddy, it's okay! You don't have to die again! I'm sure that if she likes you, she likes you just as you are, weird little zombie boy." Danny teases, turning intangible as Jason swings a punch at him.

"What do you mean if she likes me?" Jason asks, swinging with his grapple, trying to keep up with Danny.

"You think I read her diary or something? Weirdo. You need to talk to her about it tho, it's funny and all but I'm sure she's not a fan of the JL hot goss."

"I didn't start any of this-"

"My guy. Chill. I know, but uh, I did definitely tell her about it so... Oh look! We made it all the way to her apartment! BYE!"

Jazz is standing in the window and she looks like an absolute vision. Her glare makes him want to shit his pants however, and he knows that it's going to take all of his brain cells making contact to survive this encounter.

He sits on the fire escape when he realizes that she's not moving from her spot in the window, blocking his way. Ouch.

"So let me get this straight, you thought this whole time-"

"I thought Danny was being annoying and trying to set us up! I didn't know you were a shrink!" He tries to defend himself.

"...Why should I date an idiot?" the like yourself goes unsaid but he can hear it. Jason is scrambling.

"...I can make even better lasagna than that fancy restaurant you like." is what he lands on. Jazz bursts out a laugh.

"I was just fucking with you, but honestly what a great response." She's wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Just fucking with me?" He grins a bit, unable to stop himself from getting excited.

"Yeah, I've been telling everyone at work that I'm dating the Red Hood for like, months now. It's been stellar for my hostage record, I haven't had an issue since I started the rumor!"

"We're dating?" Jason asks, a bit bewildered but charmed.

"I wouldn't give free therapy to just anyone! Now about that Lasagna-"

Something, something, something- they seal the deal with a kiss.

[candelias]

Inspirado en Grave Promises by Blueseabird2 y Like Facing Off Against C'Thulu, but it's Really Just your Fears. by nerdpoe

So, whether it's because he helped him out big time a while ago, saved his life, or trained him, Danny holds Nightwing in high regard. He's a hero he had always looked up to for his morals, skills, perseverance, kindness, and the hope that always seemed to come with him. All of that solidified when he met him in person. The soft yet firm hands when correcting his stance, the genuine and proud smile when flawlessly executing a move after hours of practice, the sparkling gleam in his eyes when listening to him plan a prank, and the hearty laughter that made him throw his head back when he agreed to join in later. Warm and comforting hugs when he needed a shoulder to cry on, a soft chant in an almost forgotten language, a light kiss on his forehead just before falling asleep. Danny had grown fond of the hero who had cared for him like an older brother. Danny had loved him. No, he still loved him, no matter how unlikely it was that he would see him again; Dick had earned a permanent place in his heart.

That's why, when he's suddenly summoned to a dark cave illuminated only by the toxic glow of a giant pool of contaminated ectoplasm, only to look down and see Nightwing with his chest and torso wide open, bleeding out in the middle of a complex summoning circle, an eerie old man chanting in a language not meant for the living just outside the circle and the dome covering it all, and various living heroes screaming and crying, pounding on the dome and hurting themselves in a desperate attempt to reach their friend-brother-son…

Danny goes absolutely wild.

Link to the second part

[thesilentbard]

Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Artwork by: @ventisettestars​ Characters: Danny Fenton, Fenton Family (Danny Phantom) Additional Tags: cosmic horror, deep water, Scopophobia, Drowning Mention, Cryptids, Underwater Exploration, Ghost Stories, Danny decides to go exploring alone in a random town, he makes it out mostly unscathed, cozy horror, i think i can tag that Summary: The town of Blackwell didn’t exist. At least, that’s what everyone in Eben’s Field says to Danny’s family when they show up to the small Appalachian town for a ghost hunting trip. While Danny’s parents set up camp beside the lake where Blackwell once stood, Danny decides to sate his curiosity. On the night of a full moon, Danny dives into Eben Lake’s depths to explore the last building standing at the bottom—an old greenhouse. After all, no one else had heard the music coming from the waters.

~~~

I had so, so much fun working on this fic for Ecto-Implosion! The wonderful @ventisettestars​ created the amazing artwork that inspired the story. I hope I was able to capture the otherworldly feeling this piece gives in my writing.

You can see more artwork under their art tag.

[snaileer]

Like Son, Like Mother

Danny was doing homework at the kitchen table with Jazz when he heard it. A bang, a clatter, and his father’s shout of “Maddie!”

This was not all together that unusual. But for some reason, both him and Jazz looked up from their books to glance at the basement door.

Jazz /never looked up anymore.

The silence seemed to echo.

Jazz skated her eyes over to meet his, raising a confused eyebrow. Danny shrugged in response.She shrugged back. Which was.. really not helpful honestly.

Well, only one way to find out.

Danny pushed back his chair with loud scrape and walked over to the door. He opened it and shouted down, “Dad?? Everything okay??”

There was another clatter.

“Sure is, Danno!” There was a slight waver of uncertainty to his Dad’s voice.

Danny furrowed his eyebrows, taking a step down, then another. “You sure?? Jazz and I heard a pretty loud bang and-“

Danny stopped at the bottom of the stairs, one foot still hovering, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Jack smiled at him from where he stood in front of Maddie, “Sure as a bear, kiddo!”

Danny leaned forward, trying to peer around Jack’s form, “Mom?

Maddy hesitated but answered, “Yes honey?”

“You’re sure you’re alright?”

There was a moment of pause and then Maddie leaned out from behind her husband, goggles and suit hood on, “We’re fine sweetie, don’t worry about us.” She smiled comfortingly at him.

Danny glanced between the two of them again, before slowly starting to turn around, “Alright, if you’re sure..uh.. Have fun, I guess.” Then he turned fully up the stairs and went up the hallway. They caught a snippet of him telling Jazz it was okay before the basement door closed once more.

Jack’s shoulders drooped with a whoosh of breath and he turned back to Maddie, eyes filled with worry.

“Mads?”

Maddie tried to smile back at him, pulling back her hood and goggles with one hand.

“Don’t worry, snookums, we’ll fix this,” Maddie said, patting Jack’s shoulder.

She looked down at her other hand.

Her other hand stuck halfway through the metal of their lab table.

She sighed, a few strands of pale hair falling in her eyes as she did so.

“Somehow.”

[ghoulysaphomet]

Quick merdanny doodle to accompany my fic Longing Oceandeep on ao3