ectogun

Danny Phantom AU where there’s a huge ghost battle and Danny Fenton gets caught in the middle and somehow, everyone discovers that he’s a ghost…. hunter. Yeah, Danny is obviously alive and, unless there’s concrete evidence, no one’s gonna believe he’s a ghost. But they see his moves, his confidence with the ghosts, mistake his ectoblasts for a ghost weapon and people form their own conclusions: Danny and his friends are human ghost hunters. Danny isn’t sure whether to laugh or start sobbing. Tucker doesn’t have the same problem, he’s rolling on the floor.

His parents are mad for all of 5 minutes before they’ve got Danny in their arms saying how proud they are and how foolish it was for him to be going out there alone. Danny listens to their praise and love and hugs them back, burying his face in his dad’s shoulder to hide the guilt. Lancer is more upset because he sees it as a needless danger but he understands that the kids aren’t going to stop and Amity isn’t like other towns and decides to give the kids a bit of a break when it comes to balancing school and ghosts. The other kids are kind of awestruck. Ghosts used to be lame, but now that they’re a serious problem, it’s suddenly cool. The fact that their nerdy classmate apparently has been fighting them in secret, and winning, is wicked. Valerie is incredibly suspicious. Her secret gets outed too and she’s kind of lumped with the trio but she knows something is wrong but she can’t figure it out. But she will.

Danny is mostly very confused about the whole thing, extra paranoid about people discovering his secret and more than weirded out by all the attention. His parents and teachers stop giving him so much grief and, with extra accommodations, he actually does better in school and gets more sleep. He takes to carrying ghost hunting equipment on him at all times, it was awkward at first but his accuracy with ectoblasts eventually makes him skilled with Fenton weapons. The trio no longer have to hide when there’s a ghost attack and will openly fight the ghost. The ghosts themselves are also hella confused, Danny just shrugs as he fights like a human. If it’s too powerful and Danny needs his powers, he’ll run off claiming he left “something in his locker” and oh hey look Phantom showed up to save the day. It seems rather obvious but still, everyone sees what they want to see.

Eventually Danny manages to convince people that Phantom actually is a good ghost who only wants to help. He claims that he and his friends routinely fight with Phantom to save the day. It’s enough to make Jack and Maddie willing to sit down and have a civil conversation with the ghostly hero which eventually leads to a partnership with the city’s ghost hunters. Danny works hard to avoid times where he and Phantom are needed in the same place, sometimes he’ll have Sam double as him but he’s also working harder on duplication. All in all it’s a weird, ironic existence but it works out in a roundabout way. Danny still feels horribly guilty about keeping the full truth from his folks but thinks he’s in too deep to back out now. So Danny is often seen on patrol with his parents, an ectogun strapped to his back. They don’t understand why he so often looks up at the sky, as if he wished he were up there and not on the ground.

it’s known that Danny and Maddie used to be really close when he was younger and that Maddie is (was) the best shot/fighter in the family. I’d like to think that Maddie trained both Danny and Jazz in basic self defense and in firearms. just keep imagining little Danny with Maddie training down in the lab, shooting a little ectogun at the targets popping out of the walls. Maddie trying to share her joy of ghost hunting with her baby boy and also teaching to the basic fighting skills he only brings out when he becomes a halfa.

The Hunters

“Here again, Fenton?”

Danny glanced up from his leaning point on the wall as his Math teacher stopped in front of him.

“Oh, I just needed to see Lancer about something…” he lied, hand creeping to the back of his neck. The teacher raised an eyebrow and moved her head from side to side in an exaggerated ‘I’m looking but I don’t see anyone,’ gesture.

Danny sighed, before lowering his gaze again. The Math teacher remained where she was for a moment before shaking her head and moving on. It seemed every teacher in Casper High was aware of Danny’s frequent trips to the Vice Principal’s office. A lot of them had actually sent him there.

The teen’s lips twisted into a sad smirk. One day he’d get out of all this. One day he wouldn’t have teachers breathing down his neck constantly while he was trying to save people’s lives.

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Drabble request via Tumblr-message was ‘knife’.

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It was Phantom, or at least Maddie was pretty sure it was. The ghost had lost his spectral glow and looked haggard and torn, barely managing to stay on his feet. His chest was heaving with each breath. A knife was held in his right hand, the blade awkwardly gripped, the other arm held close to his body, likely gripping broken ribs. Or at least whatever the ghost’s equivalent was.

Whatever had happened to the ghost before making it here, Maddie wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he was here, now, with his back to her, glaring out into the darkness of a lab lit only by the steady glow of the portal. Protecting her, although she couldn’t fathom why.

“Freak,” came a voice from the shadows. There was a swirl of red and black - glittering ectoplasm barely given form. “Monster. Why don’t you give up already?”

“My human,” Phantom growled, twisting his head from side to side in search of the ghosts. “Lay off this one.”

Even as Maddie huddled in the corner, nursing her broken leg and keeping her hand pressed firmly against her side, her mind caught onto the oddness of Phantom having to look for the ghosts. He’d always just known where they were. Perhaps it went with the not-glowing thing.

Cold, empty laughter bubbled through the darkness, high pitched and merciless. “No. Why would I possibly follow the commands of a pathetic little thing like you? Look at you. You can barely hold yourself upright!”

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Feeling Gray

Litle one-shot for @actual-cat-kat! It’s not as polished as I’d like it to be, so I’ll probably post it again later. Enjoy!


The Red Huntress was just getting back from a long night of ghost hunting. She was flying on her overboard slowly, enjoying the feeling of the wind through her suit and contemplating the beautiful night sky. And then she heard it, just as she flew past the park. The crying. Due to the regular ghost attacks, it wasn’t rare to see a kid getting separated from their parents in the panic, or to find one that had hidden somewhere in hope of not getting noticed by the spectral entities. Valerie wasn’t sure what a kid would be doing outside at this hour, but some of the most brutal ghost attacks could have left an adult or a teenager wounded too. Valerie, being far from heartless, couldn’t just walk away from someone crying alone into the night. She had to make sure that person was okay.

After doing a quick visual check of the park and seeing nobody, Valerie slowly turned toward the wooded part of the park. The trees in this part were dense, and the forest was criss-crossed by paths. In the center of the forest was a lake crossed by a bridge where Valerie often went to feed the ducks with her father when she was young. Still flying her overboard, Valerie decided to follow the sounds of the crying, which were getting louder and louder as she carefully followed the path.

She finally found herself at the edge of the lake area. At that point, she could hear the crying, no, the sobbing, perfectly. It sounded masculine, and older than a child’s. But mostly, it sounded heartbreaking. There was sobbing, hiccupping, weeping. Still not close enough to the edge of the forest to actually see the lake, Valerie paused. Clearly the person crying wasn’t a child, and the person didn’t sound like she was in any physical pain. But psychological pain? Well, that wasn’t really her cup of tea. Plus, the Red Huntress never really chit-chatted with anyone. That would put her in too much risk. But at the same time, she just couldn’t leave. Valerie had a physical need to make to crying stop. To know that the stranger was ok.

After pondering on the issue for a minute, Valerie decided to just remove her suit and go. The Red Huntress wasn’t a talker, but Valerie Gray could be. She took a deep breath, and finally walked out of the tree line. What see saw made her stop instantly. Sitting on the bridge crying his eyes out was Phantom. The Phantom. The bane of her existence. Sitting there. Crying like a baby. Wait… crying?

The ghost boy normally smug face was now distorted in an ugly grimace. His cheeks were covered in tears, which he was wiping with the back of his hands every once in awhile. His shoulders were hitching up and down to the rhythm of his sobbing. His face was facing downward, and his legs were dangling on the edged of the small bridge.

When she saw him, Valerie reflexes kicked in. She fumbled with her backpack to get an ectogun out. The noise alerted Phantom, who turned to look at her. They made eye contact for a second, and then Phantom just turned back to sadly stare at the water. He didn’t go back to full on sobbing, but tears were still streaming down his face.

Valerie, who was now expecting this to be a trap, or some stupid scheme by the ghost boy, was left confused by Phantom’s behavior. Why wasn’t he shooting her? Or smiling smuggling while threatening to expose her secret identity? The sheer surprise that he caused her kept her from shooting him instantly. Instead, while holding him at gunpoint, she asked ‘’ What do you want ghost?’’

Phantom, not even looking up to her, quietly answered ‘’ Can’t a guy just cry in peace?’’. Valerie got a little closer ‘’ There’s no use pretending, I know you ghosts don’t have any emotions, so now tell me what you’re really doing here?’’ Phantom laughed bitterly ‘’ Oh yeah, I’m just there crying to pretend. Tell me Red, who I am pretending for? There was no one here before you interrupted me’’

Valerie’s ectogun was now an inch from Phantom’s head. ’’This is your last chance. Tell me why you’re here or I’ll shoot’’ An ectogun wasn’t as strong as a real gun, and the shot wouldn’t ‘’kill’’ him, but it would surely knock him out. Valerie had a chance to capture the famous ghost boy. But this was too easy. Valerie had to make sure this wasn’t a trap.

Phantom stared at the cannon of the ghost weapon intensely ‘’ Shoot me for all I care, I’m not in the mood tonight.’’ And then, he turned back to the water, completely ignoring her. Valerie’s hold on her gun was shaky. This had to be a trap. Phantom would never just turn his back to her like that. She couldn’t take the chance to shoot him. But she had to get to the bottom of this. Slowly lowering her ectogun, but still keeping an iron grip on it, she asked ‘’ You really maintain you’re here just to cry? Why should I believe you? What does an evil ghost scum like you could have to cry about?’’

More tears fell. From this close, Valerie could see that they were slightly neon green tinged. ‘’Well, people calling me evil could be one of those reasons.’’. Valerie’s face scrunched up ‘’You are evil. You ruined my life, you robbed that bank, you attacked the mayor…’’

Phantom shook his head. Tear fell from his chin. ‘’ No…. I already tried to tell you. Those are all misunderstandings. You guys never listen…. The ghost dog wasn’t mine, he came back to the labs on his own and I actually tried to stop him. The mayor was being overshadowed. And then…’’ Phantom’s face scrunched up, like he was in pain ‘’ I did rob the bank… But not on my own accord.’’ Valerie scoffed.

‘’Do you even have any proof to what you’re saying? And what do you mean not on your own accord?’’.  Phantom sighed ‘’ Well, the ghost dog came back because his squeaky toy was still in the kennels under Axion lab. And then you can probably look up some pictures with the mayor incident, you’ll see that his eyes are red. And remember when that creepy circus came to town? You know, Circus Gothica?’’ Valerie, almost against herself, gave the tiniest nod. ‘’Well the ringmaster had that staff that could control ghost. So yeah, I robbed a bank. But I got help and was freed from that creep’s control. And then I made sure that he got arrested.That good enough for you?’’.

Valerie’s mind was racing. She did remember her dad speaking of the security dogs a few years back. When she visited the lab, she didn’t saw any, but didn’t ponder on it. But now, she was wondering. What if Phantom was actually telling the truth? After a moment of hesitation, she quickly went for her phone. A quick internet search about the mayor incident proved that indeed, the mayor had red eyes on the pictures. In the meantime, Phantom silently waited for her to speak. When she was done with her research, which also brought up old newspapers articles about Axion’s security dogs being put down and pictures of Circus Gothica, Valerie slowly got her phone down, and looked at Phantom directly in the eyes. Yes, she was angry at him. Because when you hold a grudge for so long, it’s hard to let it go. But Valerie was no fool. She knew proof when she saw it. And, as much as it pained her, she knew when to admit she was wrong.

‘’Ok, so maybe you’re not trying to kill us all. But then… what are you still doing here?’’. Phantom’s eyebrows went up a little. ‘’What do you mean?’’  Valerie tucked her ectogun in the hem of her skirt, and put her hand on the railing of the bridge, right next to Phantom. She looked at the small pond, in which the stars reflected beautifully. ‘’I mean, why are you still here? All the other ghosts either try to take over the world or enslave us, or whatever other whatnot. So, if you’re not here to be the evil ghost I always thought you were, then why are you? I mean I get it, you fight the other ghosts… But why? Why would you protect us? Especially considering how we treated you…’’

For the first time since their conversation started, Phantom looked up. His cheeks were still covered in tears, but the look in his eyes had changed. There wasn’t as much sorrow in them as before. ‘’ Did you ever considered I still had people here that I care about? People that don’t deserve to die in a ghost attack because nobody could stop them?’’ Valerie frowned ‘’But I can…’’ Phantom cut her ‘’ I know you can Valerie, but you have a live. You have places to be, things to do. You can’t always be there when there’s an attack.’’ Valerie mouth slowly closed. And then, realization dawned on her.

‘’Wait, if you still have people here that you care about…. When exactly did you die? Did I knew you? Who were you?’’ Valerie was almost screaming now. Phantom smiled. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m nobody you knew… I just happened to make some friends here.’’ Valerie’s face looked doubtful ‘’ If you say so….’’ She was going to do some research later.

This was followed by a slightly uncomfortable silence. The two ghost fighters were looking at the lake, lost in their thoughts. Phantom wasn’t crying anymore. After a minute or two, the ghost slowly started floating up. He looked at Valerie sheepishly ‘’Well, I’ll be on my way now….’’ As he started to drift away, Valerie turned around ‘’Wait!’’ Phantom turned back, and landed silently on the bridge. Valerie held out her hand to him. ‘’ Before you leave, I just wanted… just wanted to be sure… I mean… Truce?’’

Phantom smiled at those words. His glow suddenly seemed brighter ‘’Truce’’ He took her hand and shook it. Valerie felt the cold, but didn’t quite register it, as her brain was running wild after their conversation. Releasing her, Phantom took a leap to the sky. ‘’See ya Red!’’

When Danny flew home that night, he was serene. He was finally at peace with Valerie. And he had somebody else. Somebody else who cared.

hey guys, let's rewrite Phantom Planet

so we all agree PP was a huge load, most of the phandom pretend it never happened, those who do kinda gloss over the bad parts in favour of the (few) good bits because that’s all we can really do

unless we make a new Phantom Planet, one the phandom can use in place of the old one, using the same elements but actually putting them together with the love and care the phandom has for our fav show

we can either get rid of the all the stupid parts (Tucker becoming mayor what the fu-), OR give them a decent explanation (Sam was being a huge bitch this whole ep because Vlad got Spectra to get all up in her head in secret in order to isolate Danny from his friends)

Masters Blasters can stay I guess?? Vlad hired them to make Danny feel worthless, but maybe it backfires and Danny’s like, ‘yeah this is cool, the town is super protected now’, he keeps an eye out in case they get in over their heads but otherwise Danny gets a real good chance to catch up on his school work and reconnect with his family and friends

obviously Vlad miscalculated, thinking Danny cared more for ghost hunting than he actually does, so he tries again, with the aforementioned plan involving Spectra and Sam, with Danny taking a back seat in heroics Sam is slightly disappointed in his lack of exciting ghostly endeavours but she puts her own selfish desires for adventure aside because she is a decent human being and gets that he needs this break

Spectra fucks all that up by whispering to Sam in her sleep, Danny is being selfish, Danny is being lazy, Danny is being NORMAL and she plays into all Sam’s selfish teenage desires and amps them up to 11

Tucker doesn’t become the fuCKIng mayor but Vlad does send out an opportunity for him to intern at his tech company, he doesn’t tempt Tucker with this but Tucker’s parents, leading them into pressuring their son into taking it, it puts a lot of shit on Tucker’s shoulders and Danny feels awful for being partially responsible for putting Tucker into this position

but Danny still has his parents and his sister, Jazz is doing her best to support Danny but with all her college applications taking up all her time (because seriously? this show pays no attention to it’s own timeline, Jazz should DEFINITELY be looking into college by now) and she’s going off on campus tours with Jack and Maddie for weekends at a time

Hey hey hey, so how about this

DANNY RECONNECTS WITH VALERIE

his family is super busy, his friends are tied up with their own shit and/or being huge assholes, he has no one he can really lean on right now so CUE VALERIE

she probably finds him sitting alone at lunch some day fucking bummed as shit because Sam’s not talking to him and Tucker’s taking time off school because his parents are making him take an interview at Dalv co and Danny just looks so miserable and Val’s like, damn boy needs a friend right now

they become real close friends again, now keep in mind Val is ALSO off ghost hunting at the moment since Masters Blasters are handling everything so efficiently, so she doesn’t have to worry about her double life putting him into danger

old flames rekindled?

(by the end of the ep obviously the Sam debacle will be sorted out and explained but there cooouuuld still be sore feelings so like WHAT IF we leave it open ended? Danny and Val are close again and Danny and Sam have some stuff to sort out, it really could go either way, we can leave it up to individual interpretation)

anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself, so Vlad’s Isolate Danny plan is going downhill again, and he has to be super careful around Valerie because she now knows that halfas exist and she doesn’t trust him any more, he’s worried they could spill the beans to each other and team up against him, which is DEFINITELY A WORRY because that girl is FIERCE AND DETERMINED and even Vlad has to admit he would be a little worried if she set her vengeful sights on him

and also he’s got other things on his plate such as that meteor coming at the planet but he’s still waiting on new data for that and so can’t do much about it in the meantime, the beginnings of some kind of 'take over the world’ scheme form in his mind before he decides, nah that’s way too fucking stupid, like a million things could go wrong and he’d be forever fucked

so he doesn’t fucking do it

because he is an INTELLIGENT PERSON

knock knock, who’s at the door? it’s DANIELLE, she’s back and at Valerie’s doorstep injured and battered because Masters Blasters have a priority stamp on her and started gunning for her ass the moment she hit town, she knows Danny will freak out if she goes to him and doesn’t want to risk being under the same roof as Jack and Maddie while she’s so injured (not knowing they’re actually out of town) and so she asks Valerie for help because hey, she actually seems to be on her side now and she doesn’t know where else to go

Val’s like UHHH?? and ushers the girl inside and dresses her wounds and let’s her crash on the lounge while thinking about what to do next

knock knock, who else is here? it’s DANNY with that assignment they were gonna work on together, and hoo boy isn’t this an interesting group of secrets in one room, Danny seems to recognise Danielle and Danielle recognises Danny and Valerie recognises Danny and Danielle look basically exactly the same and Val is like holy fuuuuuuck something is going on here

Valerie clicks

because she is WAY TOO SMART NOT TO REALISE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE

cue rage explosion Val followed by extremely apologetic Danny and mouth clamped firmly shut Danielle not knowing whether speaking will make things worse or better and it’s just a loud mess, the neighbours come over to ask if anyone got shot

Val (carefully hiding her ectogun behind her back) says it’s all cool and sends them away but by that point the interruption has cooled everything off a little and actual explanations begin to happen

cue The Best Team Up in DP History

Vlad is fucked

but he doesn’t know it yet because even though he’s got eyes and fingers everywhere, all three of our new team have dealt with Vlad enough that they can keep this shit firmly clamped down because if Vlad finds out they’re all collectively gunning for his ass he may do something drastic

like, try and take over the world or something

or not because that’s fucking stupid and way too transparent for Vlad Always Pulling the Strings in the Background Masters

by this point the news about the meteor has probably leaked and Team Take Down Vlad is on hiatus because NEW PRIORITIES THE WORLD IS FREAKING OUT

Knock knock, who is it now? It’s VLAD

at Danny’s door

because the world is gonna end and he thinks he might have a plan to stop it, but he needs help…

roll credits

because of course, this should always have been at LEAST a two part ep, so stay tuned while I try to figure out episode two, I’ll be tagging this 'Phantom Planet Remix’ for anyone who wants in on this fun stuff

anonymous asked:

Writing prompt: Danny is surprisingly good at fixing things.

(fluff inbound)

“Oh shoot, stupid—no, no did I drop it? Crap. And why—it—it won’t—” Maddie jammed her thumbnail into the closed hatch of her ectogun. She peeled open the battery compartment and patted absently at the floor with her fee hand, searching for the missing screwdriver. 

She looked up to find Danny staring at her from across the room. He cocked an eyebrow at her, covered the distance between them, and retrieved the screwdriver from beside the living room table. He held it out to her with a small smile.

“Thanks, Sweetie,” Maddie answered. She clenched it between her teeth and found the screw holding the whole gun together at its spine.

“What are you doing?” Danny asked.

“Trying to fix this darn gun.” Maddie let out a sharp ow and retracted her hand, staring in dismay at her cracked nail. “It won’t fire.”

“Can I see it?”

Maddie bit her lip, but relented. She thrust it out delicately, blaster pointed away from Danny, and gave over the screwdriver with it.

“Careful,” she warned. “Don’t want to shoot yourself.”

Danny turned it ninety degrees before lifting it from her hand. “That doesn’t mean you have to turn it toward you, Mom. Not much better if I blast you.”

Maddie waved off the concern. “This gun is special…it only injures ectoplasmic entities.”

Danny’s jaw tightened. He nodded. “Oh.”

Maddie watched him survey the gun. He flipped it over, smoothed his fingers over the handle, played with the hammer in back. Her attention shifted to him, to his skinny, scar-peppered arms and the defensive stance of his legs.

“Danny, can we…talk about this?”

Danny looked up from the gun. His lips were loose, eyes apprehensive. “Talk about what?”

Maddie threaded her fingers together, head falling. “You gotta believe me…If I’d ever known—if your dad or I ever knew—we wouldn’t have…We never meant to scare you. We never meant to hurt you like we did. I’d take it all back. God I’d take every bit of it back if I could. The portal. The hunting and the—”

Danny’s hands had frozen on the gun. He stared hard at his mom before sinking into the couch next to her. 

“I didn’t tell you to make you feel guilty, Mom.” He flicked open the battery hatch.

“You kept it from me because you were scared of what I might do…I just—how could I make you feel that way? How could I make it seem like…like ghost-hunting came before you? Before you or your sister? I’d never…” Maddie couldn’t find the words to continue. Her knuckles had gone deathly white.

“I kept it a secret for a lot of reasons,” Danny answered back calmly. He popped out the strange, square-shaped batteries that hummed green at his touch. “For a lot of selfish reasons too. It was easier.”

He flipped the batteries in his hand and turned his head. Maddie looked up like a scolded dog, but the anger she expected to see in his eyes wasn’t there.

“I hunted you,” she whispered, and she could feel the knife those words left in her heart.

Danny laughed. Maddie felt her whole world rock.

“You should have heard the jokes I made about that.” His eyes sobered and he jimmied the batteries back into the gun. “You want to know why I waited so long to tell you, Mom?” His free hand found her shoulder and gripped it hard. “Because of this. Because I was afraid you’d blame yourself. You and Dad are scary, yeah, but it was never anything I couldn’t handle. It was a choice I made for reasons I can’t really explain, but don’t for a second think this was because I didn’t trust you, or didn’t love you, or believed you loved me any less because of it.”

Maddie’s lip trembled at the relief welling in her heart. “But I still—”

Danny silenced her with a playful blast to the carpet. 

"Stop trying to fix this, Mom. It isn’t broken.”

Maddie stared down at the carpet, at the patch Danny had shot. True to the gun’s purpose, it hadn’t so much as left a stain behind on the entirely non-ectoplasmic rug.

She put out her shaking hands and eased the gun back. 

“How’d you…fix this so quickly? You didn’t even take it apart.”

Danny stood. He turned to smile at her. “It wasn’t broken. You put the batteries in backwards, Mom. I didn’t fix anything.”

Late Night Problems

Summary: Maddie gets an unexpected surprise late one night.


Maddie Fenton paused in her tinkering to look at the clock. The glowing screen read 3:47 a.m. Maddie sighed and stood up from her hunched position over a small ectogun. With a yawn Maddie started up the stairs out of the basement. Walking down the hallway she smiled softly at the pictures adorning the wall.

Looking at the old pictures Maddie could see the once happy child Danny was. When he was around 14 he had begun to push her away and while it hurt she chalked it up to him being a teenager, but lately he’d been acting even more distant. He’d begun to push even his friends out, though she wasn’t sure if they were friends anymore. They would come around sometimes but every time they did it would end in yelling until his two friends stormed out the house. Now he shut everyone out. He was missing curfew more and more often and lying to cover his tracks. A loud thump caught her attention and she raced into the kitchen. She was greeted with a bizarre sight. Phantom stood in her kitchen looking excessively beaten, trying to grab the medical kit hidden in the cabinet as he held onto the counter for dear life. His arm weakly reached for the cabinet before falling limply to his side. The ghost let out a squeak before he collapsed onto the floor and Maddie ran to him. He groaned as she rolled him onto his back as he kept trying to curl up into a ball.

“I need to get you down to the lab.” Maddie spoke quietly so not to scare the ghost.

“No no no no no, I’m fine I just…” Phantom trailed off as he whimpered in pain. The woman picked him up against his protests and carried/dragged Phantom down to the basement, setting him down on one of the cleaner tables. Maddie shivered as the room temperature dropped drastically from Phantom’s core flare. Tears sprang into Phantom’s eyes as his stomach contracted in pain.

“P-Please, need h-help.” Phantom looked at her with teary pleading eyes. Should she help him? He was a ghost and ghosts were evil, he could just be tricking her. But he seemed genuinely in pain. Phantom let out a whine and curled up on the table. She would help him, she decided, if only so he would be healthy enough to examine later.

“What happened?” Phantom laid out flat as she looked at particularly nasty wound on his shoulder.

“Fight with Skulker. He upgraded again. Didn’t see him coming.” Phantom gasped as she pressed down on the skin around the shoulder wound. Silence enveloped the two as Maddie poked and prodded at Phantom’s wound, trying to assess the damage. “Get him out! Get him out!” Shocked she looked to Phantom’s face as it contorted in pain.

“Get what out?” As if on cue an imprint of a hand pushed of Phantom’s stomach and he whimpered. “Are you in labor?!” Phantom nodded shakily and Maddie sucked in a breath. Ghosts couldn’t bear children, it was impossible. She didn’t know how to even deliver a ghost child, was it the same as a human? “What do you want me to do?”

“F-Fenton Ghost Claws, sh-should be able to pull him out.” Maddie ran around the lab trying to find the claws. Smiling triumphantly she turned around with the gloves and almost dropped them in shock. The Wisconsin Ghost was floating next to Phantom, petting his hair and rubbing his stomach gently as he whispered soothing words of encouragement. Phantom seemed to calm down considerably in his presence and smiled as the hand continued to massage his stomach. Sensing her presence The Wisconsin Ghost glared at her, red eyes darkening. They stood that way for a while, him glaring and her frozen in shock.

“Plasmius.” Phantom grasped Plasmius’s hand tightly, bringing the attention back to him. Maddie hurried over to the table, dropping the claws, her movements deliberate as Plasmius watched her warily.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” Plasmius stood over Phantom, both his hands hovering over Phantom’s stomach. He slowly lowered his hands before they went intangible and disappeared into Phantom’s stomach. Phantom gasped and latched onto the table, ignoring Maddie’s offered hand. After a few seconds Plasmius’s hands came out of the stomach holding a small blue form with black and white hair. The baby cried as it was finally brought into the world. Maddie stared as the two cooed over the child. Phantom let out a gasp as pink eyes opened for the first time and stared into its mother’s. He teared up and Plasmius set a hand on his shoulder. The two stared into each other’s eyes until a soft cooing brought their attention back to the baby.

“Vlad, he’s beautiful.”

“He’s ours, Daniel.”

“What should we name him? I like Gabriel.”

“Then Gabriel it is.” Phantom smiled contentedly until two white rings appeared at his stomach. With great effort he willed them away and panted as he tried to regain his breath. “Daniel you need to-”

“No.” Phantom nodded towards Maddie and Plasmius sighed. In a puff of pink smoke the three ghosts were gone. Confusion flooded Maddie as the events replayed themselves in her mind. First she finds out that ghosts could bear children, next she finds Phantom in labor. Then she finds out that the child is Phantom’s and The Wisconsin Ghost’s. And the most confusing thing was the way the two acted around her. Phantom seemed nervous around her while Plasmius didn’t seem to care about her unless she came too close to Phantom. Deciding it was too early to try and think this through she walked to her room. Had she thought to check her son’s room she would have found it empty.

proceedingtophantom  asked:

if you're still doing prompts: 'crossing the line' or 'a trade', up to you ^^

No one was particularly prepared to see Danny Fenton transform into the town’s personal hero. It was one of those things that, in hindsight, clicked for everyone. The disappearances and the injuries and the way he’d slowly cut himself off from the world. No one had realized a person could be both alive and dead at the same time.

The Casper High hostages watched, huddled in the corner of the humid gym, as Danny got to his feet and pointed an ectogun at the ghosts swarming their PE class. His legs were sturdy as rocks, back ramrod straight. Those who could see his face said his eyes were set to kill.

Somehow, the absence of his two sick friends made him bolder. 

He kicked off on his back foot as he fired into the three ghost swirling and looping through the air. The beam made contact with one of them. It fell with a sizzling hiss, a small screech of pain. Fenton loosed a thermos from his belt and sucked it up. 

The next one dove for him and sliced at his head. Fenton ducked, but not before it mowed a portion of his hair and elicited a streak of crimson red that came streaming down his face. He spun and sucked it up like the first.

It wasn’t until the third wraith dove and rammed its claws through Danny’s side that the boy finally transformed. It happened with a crackle of light and exploding energy. Half the students had to cover their faces from the assaulting brightness. 

What emerged was the figure of their idol. He had his hands firmly clamped along the ghost’s arm. Phantom released a jolt of electricity that sent the ghost into shrieking spasms. He phased through it, lowered the thermos, and sucked it up like the first three.

His shoulders slumped. His whole form lost its rigidity like a robot unplugged from the wall. He turned and surveyed the crowd with flashing, spastic eyes. They were wide and so bright. The heroic confidence radiating from his form had vanished and left behind a child in its wake. His legs took a few careful steps away from his peers, shaking this time. His free hand found a hold over his green-leaking side.

“I-I can explain,” he stuttered. “Just let me…turn back.” His words were drowned beneath a flurry of whispers and breathless gasps. Clips of disbelieving questions assaulted his ears. People stood, stepped forward, hands out and purposeful. They approached like a hoard of toddlers intent on touching an exotic animal to confirm it was real. Danny remained as Phantom, even with his eyes screwed in concentration and his legs stumbling backwards.

A loud crack stopped their approach. Swirling purple and blue manifested in a hazy, oblong circle. It condensed on itself to reveal an near-human figure whose face was shielded by a cloak. The new threat sent the Casper High students barreling back into their huddle with renewed shrieks and yelps. 

Phantom spun, hand still clamped to his side. “Clockwork?”

The figure yanked his hood back near the nape of his neck. Tired, fiercely-red eyes looked the ghost boy up and down. “The same.”

“What are you doing here?” Phantom’s attention shot back and forth between the students and the new ghost. He clamped the thermos tightly in his left hand, fingers draining to white. He held the lid down tighter.

“A favor. Well, I am doing you a favor. Usually this is tasked to someone much more impersonal.”

“TAKE HIM DOWN, FENTON!”

Phantom’s head flicked back to the students. Some junior, pitch-black hair soaked in sweat and letter jacket clamped snug over his shoulders, had rallied to his feet and punched the air. 

“KNOCK HIS HEAD OFF. SUCK HIM UP LIKE THOSE OTHER GHOSTS. WE BELIEVE IN YOU.”

A cry of support followed his outburst. Phantom stood, entranced, at the trusting rallies that exploded out in unison, the battle cries, the backwards apologies from Dash red-faced group of friends.

Clockwork’s hand came down hard on Danny’s shoulder.

“I am not here for a battle,” he announced to the students. His head tilted downward until he whispered in Danny’s ear, “That transformation, it wasn’t intentional, was it?”

Danny shook off his hand. “What? Just tell me why you’re here!” He thrust a hand out to the crowd of students, the one holding the thermos. “I’m a little busy dealing with THIS right now.” He hugged his side harder.

Clockwork wasn’t looking at Phantom; he’d refocused on the oozing wound at the boy’s side. “You’ve crossed the line, Danny.”

“What line?” Phantom breathed back.

“KICK HIS ASS, PHANTOM!”

Danny twisted with a flinch. “KNOCK IT OFF. JUST FOR A SECOND. HE’S TELLING ME SOMETHING IMPORTANT.”

“…Thank you,” Clockwork answered as the bubbling cries drained to nothing. He floated forward and grabbed the hand Phantom had pinched to his side. Gently, Clockwork eased it off, exposing the hole beneath Phantom’s ribcage that had been drilled through his stomach.

“You’ve gone too far this time. Don’t worry–everyone does eventually. You’ve just done it a little sooner than most.”

Phantom tripped backwards, head shaking. He refixed his hand over his side. “No, that’s not it.”

Clockwork tilted his head. “Can you change back?”

Phantom swallowed, stared, and stopped shaking his head. “Am I…a ghost now? Am I stuck like this?”

Clockwork’s eyes flickered to the anxious crowed. “Only if you want to be. I’m here to give you the option out.”

“What option?” Phantom gnawed on the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. The silence rang louder than the cheers had moments before.

“The option of oblivion. It’s not bad. Peaceful, relaxing actually. Usually an observant is here to explain this, but I figured you’d take my word more willingly…”

Phantom took to shaking his head again. “Are you crazy? No! No I can’t leave yet. You see the absolute mess happening behind me?! I gotta–I gotta deal with that! How’m I supposed to leave now?!” He gestured wildly to the silent students, who were now privy to the ghosts’ conversation in the silent, echoing gym.

“You can stay if you like, but you’ll stay like this. Forever. And when your human mind decays, there will just be a ghost left behind. Not you. Not Danny Fenton. Phantom–who will find an obsession to fixate on and spend the rest of his days disturbing the peace to accomplish it.”

Phantom’s jaw trembled. “Can’t you just…fix me?”

“I told you. You’ve crossed the line. This is beyond my powers.” Clockwork put his hand out, palm upturned and inviting. “I’m the last train out of the station. Are you coming?”

Phantom unfixed his hand from his bleeding side. His bright eyes shined wet and wide out at the crowd of silent students. There was an apology laced in them.

The students had gone deathly silent. No one dared to breathe.

“Fenton?” Dash finally asked. He sounded ten years younger, more like a kid lost in a grocery store than a teenager held captive in a gym,

Light erupted around Clockwork and Phantom. Most students shielded their eyes. Some yelped in surprise. When the brightness faded, it didn’t leave behind a single shred of evidence that either ghost had ever been there.

Only a leaking trail of green ectoplasm peppered the floor, congealing into puddles, pulsing green. Students watched Dash get shakily to his feet. He walked to the nearest green puddle and tilted his head down. He stared, silently, until his head shot up.

“Phantom!?

No one answered.

He spun back to the crowd, back hunched and arms out. His attention turned to Kwan. “Help me find him you idiots! He was injured! You just gonna let Fenton bleed out like that after all the times he saved you?”

No one stood. No one even moved. 

Dash swung his head down to the puddle again. It fizzled faintly, leeched into the air. The little pool of ectoplasm dried up almost instantly.

He slammed an open palm down into the floor and found only dry wood remained. Not a single trace of green stained the ground. 

He balled up his fist and brought it down on the filthy floor. Dash fell back on his haunches and stared, wounded, at the silent crowd of students still huddled against the wall. 

No one had been particularly prepared that day to learn Danny Fenton had been their hero.

And no one was prepared to handle the fear that came after. 

Why Did This Not Happen?

Vladimir Masters considered himself a patient man, one had to be to deal with the constant hassles of running a company, being mayor, planning the death of his arch nemesis, and leading a double life as a half-ghost.

This, however, was a little more than he could bear.

“Valerie,” he said sternly as he cowered, “put the ectogun down.”

“Puh-lease, these do jack against humans,” she snorted before leveling the weapon at his head, “you are human? Aren’t you Plasmius?”

“So that’s what this is all about?” he asked, dropping the cowardly act and standing straight once more, “very well child, you caught me.”

Onyx rings appeared around his waist and split, traveling towards his head and feet to reveal a new form. That of a vampiric ghost in white garb.

“I am Vlad Plasmius! The first, oldest, and most powerful halfa in the world!”

“Halfa? Like Danielle?” she asked, keeping him in the crosshairs the whole time.

“Oh? So you’re close to that little blunder of mine then?” he asked, seemingly unworried about the armored girl with the pistol to his head, “I’ll assume you spoke with Daniel then?”

“Phantom?”

“Phan- you mean-?”

He couldn’t help himself, he laughed at the child’s foolishness.

“You still haven’t figured it out? Oh this is just too rich! Almost half as much as me! Well, maybe a third.”

“Figured out what!?”

“Danielle isn’t Phantom’s cousin, you ungrateful brat,” he snapped, “she’s his clone. A mistake of my own making.”

“A clone!?” she gasped.

“Precisely. A near-perfect replica of Daniel himself I used to retrieve what I needed to create my perfect half-ghost son.”

“A half-ghost son?” she asked, “that’s impossible! How many more of you are there!?”

“Just one,” he replied with a shrug, “you’ve been pining for his snow-white scalp for some time now.”

“Snow-white scalp? You mean Phantom’s a half-ghost too!?”

“I did say Danielle was a clone didn’t I?” replied Vlad with a smirk, “I needed three samples of the same DNA to create a perfect half-ghost child. A human sample, a ghost sample, and a mid-morph sample.”

He turned back to his human form.

“Taken from the transformation rings that all halfas use to switch forms.”

He turned back.

“It’s a shame really, Danielle was almost perfect,” he said mournfully before his eyes turned cold, “but almost isn’t good enough!”

“She’s just a kid,” she told him, “she could’ve been your kid!”

“I don’t tolerate imperfections,” he snapped, “I sought out to create a perfect, stable, and powerful half-ghost son and will settle for nothing less!”

Valerie glared at her former mentor.

“You are one crazy fruit loop,” she snarled at the madman.

“Oh great, another one!” he growled, waving his hand at her in exasperation.

Confusing the motion for an attack, Valerie fired at the blue-skinned specter, only for the blast to be easily deflected with a casual slap.

“Put that away before you hurt yourself,” he snapped at her, “playtime is over. I don’t have time to watch you pretend to be a huntress.”

“I am a ghost huntress,” she spat at him, “I’m THE huntress!”

“You are a fool,” he growled, “no, even worse, you are a TOOL! Why do you think I gave you your first suit? Why do you think you got the second one? You have been nothing but a tool since you picked up an ecto-gun!”

“That’s a lie!”

“Is it?” said a voice behind her, before pink ectoplasm burst against her back, “Let’s recap, shall we?”

The Red Huntress fired again, but her opponent dodged and destroyed her ecto-gun with a single blast.

“I needed to keep Daniel busy, so I gave you your first suit,” he told her before he blasted her board to pieces, “it was easy. Your misguided rage made it easy. What makes it even funnier is that he could’ve been your greatest ally.”

She fared from various cube drones, each of which was easily destroyed.

“Then I had you hold an item of immense power, to keep Pariah from finding it on me,” he continued as he deflected a blast back to Valerie, slamming her against the wall in the process, “a ring passed down from ghost-hunter to ghost-hunter. I honestly didn’t think that one would work. I figured no one is that gullible, yet here we are.”

She threw a multitude of knives, each of which was shot out of the air.

“Then Technus came in and took over your old suit,” he drawled as he snatched a star out of the air and threw it back, burying it into her visor a millimeter away from her forehead, “Daniel, knowing you weren’t in it, opted to finally destroy it. I’m sure he hoped you’d finally quit, now that you knew what he could’ve done to you from day one, yet you continued to disappoint him.”

She ripped the knife out of her visor and drew out a sword made of solid ectoplasm. With a scream of rage, she swung at him, only for him to catch her wrists.

“I still chuckle when I remember that Technus had to play matchmaker to keep young Phantom distracted,” he chuckled, “you do owe him for some lovely dates.”

“I was dating Danny you wackjob!” she screamed at him as she struggled to break his steel grip on her wrists.

“Oh for the love of-! How can a girl as intelligent as yourself be so stupid!?” he snapped before he drove his knee into her gut, shattering the armor and knocking the wind out of her.

He let go of her wrists and let the wheezing girl crawl a few feet away before calmly strolling towards her. He grabbed her chin and forced him to look at her.

“Think Valerie. For once in your wretched life, think through the blind rage,” he snarled, “Think of Phantom’s face. Turn the white hair black, turn the green eyes blue. Who do you see?”

She tried not to listen. It was a trick, she knew.

And yet…

White to black.

Green to blue.

If you made him a shade paler he’d look just like…

“No,” she whimpered.

“That’s right,” he said with a smirk as he roughly released her chin, “Technus needed to keep young Daniel distracted for his own means, so he used a readily available tool. You.”

He pulled her up by the collar and glared into her visor, pumping pink ectoplasm into the suit.

“You are not a heroine, huntress, and at this point you are not even a tool!” he snarled as hot pink cracks spread through the suit, “You. ARE. NOTHING!”

The suit burst into a million pieces, exposing he girl to her fate.

“But you could be something,” he admitted, “a dangerous something.”

Pink energy gathered on his hands.

Valerie stared as he turned the deadly energy towards her.

“And that will not do.”

She shut her eyes as the blast left his fingertips, waiting for the end.

And yet…

Nothing.

She slowly opened her eyes, fully expecting another trick.

She saw black cloth.

White hair.

Green eyes.

“Phantom?”

“I’m getting you out of here,” he told her, before launching at the other ghost.

An hour later, they were flying back to the suburbs. Valerie was thinking. How had she not seen it!? Not only did they look like palate-swapped versions of each other, but they had the same voice, the same attitude, the same quirks, even the same sarcasm.

“I’m such a fool.”

“Um, Val? You feeling okay?” asked Pha-. No, Danny, “I mean, not that it’s not nice, but we’ve been flying for twenty minutes and you haven’t tried to kill me yet.”

“Can we talk?” she asked, “On the ground I mean.”

“Uh, sure! Just give me a moment.”

It didn’t take them long to find themselves in a park. It wasn’t even that far from her house from what she could tell.

“What did you want to talk-?”

“Cut the crap Fenton,” she snapped, “I know it’s you.”

Valerie, in spite of herself, couldn’t help but grin at the deer-in-the-headlight look Danny developed.

“Wh-what are you talking-?”

“Please don’t make me dump a bucket of black paint on your hair just to prove a point,” she scoffed, “I know that’s you.”

“He told you?”

“Might as well have,” she admitted.

They stood awkwardly for a few seconds.

“Is your suit okay?”

“it’ll grow back,” she replied, “it’ll take a while, but it’ll return.”

“You sure you’re not half ghost too?” he joked.

Valeried smiled, “hope not!”

She scowled at the ground, “Can- can I see it?”

Danny seemed confused at the request before his eyes widened. With a nod, he let the white rings surge around his waist and turned back into his human self.

Valerie tackled him to the ground immediately.

“I’m sorry!” she sobbed into his shoulder, “I’m so sorry Danny!”

bibliomatsuri  asked:

Wait, you're taking prompts? Um, if this is okay: "But if you could get away with it, would you?"

Danny was greeted by the cold barrel of an ectogun to his back. 

“Phantom, we need to talk.”

He swallowed and beat down the chill that rippled through his body. The howl of the wind had masked her approach. Danny lowered his feet to the sidewalk below, body stiff. “Back so soon?”

“Couldn’t stay away,” came her icy reply. 

Danny gave a tense chuckle. He turned around, hands raised slowly in the air. “Did you change your mind? Are you gonna…take me back as your prisoner? I’ll go quietly. You don’t have to shoot.”

“No.” Valerie lowered her gun, arm hanging limp, though she didn’t dare blink as she watched Phantom’s eyes. “I stick to my promises, but we need to talk.”

“About Dani?”

“About Vlad.”

“Oh,” Danny answered, interest piqued. His eyes had brightened. “The good old mayor.”

“You knew.”

“I knew?”

“You knew he was a ghost.”

“Yes I did.”

“And you never told me.”

Danny shrugged. “I kinda tried. You wouldn’t have believed me.”

“No…I wouldn’t have,” Valerie conceded. She stared down at the ectogun hanging loose in her palm. She hucked it across the street in disgust. It clanked under streetlights, coming to a rest just shy of the rain gutter. A small, nocturnal mammal scrambled at the disturbance. “I can’t believe I took his hand outs. I’ve been bending over backwards for a ghost.

“Yeah well…Vlad’s complicated.” Danny shrugged. “It’s not like he made you do anything evil. You were just…a pawn.“ Danny flinched as Valerie’s hand came crashing down on his shoulder. "I didn’t mean it like–”

“Why didn’t you tell me?

“Hey!” Danny batted her hand away. He took a few cautious steps backwards. His green eyes roamed over her suit for any other visible weapons. “Relax. I didn’t know at first, and me and him are in kind of a stalemate. I promise I was doing everything I could to keep you safe from him.”

“Well thanks for that, oh hero,” Valerie bit back. “I feel so much better knowing you were doing everything you could…besides, you know, telling me.”

“I couldn’t tell you!” Danny countered defensively. He drew his hands into himself. “Look I know you think I’m a breathing, glowing bit of target practice, but I’ve got my own issues in this. I’m risking things. I’m risking people. If I was free to gab about Vlad, don’t you think I’d have told the whole town by now?”

“What exactly does he want with you anyway?” Valerie crossed her arms. “I got my first ghost hunting gear when he still lived in Wisconsin; then he moved here. He became our mayor. I’m betting money you brought him here.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Explain it to me.”

Danny chuckled. “No, you’re not getting my life story that easy.”

Valerie flicked her wrist. A small, egg shaped blaster emerged from the cuff. It fizzled and sparked, whining in the darkness. “My weapons say I am.”

Danny shrugged, corners of his mouth turned downward, and flipped invisible.

“Hey!” Valerie swung her wrist around. “I’m not done with you, Phantom!”

“Me neither. Are you gonna play nice Valerie? Or do I have to leave you here feeling all used and betrayed?”

Valerie growled, but snapped her blaster shut. She tore her gloves off by the hems and dropped them onto the concrete. Her helmet clunked to the ground too, followed by two guns the length of her forearm.

“Look Phantom, no weapons. Now talk to me. Tell me about Vlad.”

Danny phased back into sight. His cheeky grin stretched out under wary eyes. “I’m telling you now, I gotta edit some stuff out. I’ve got my own secrets mixed in with his.”

“How do you know him, Phantom?”

“My parents knew him.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Somewhere.”

“Phantom–”

“No weapons, Valerie! I’m telling you stuff because I’m nice like that. Don’t push me.”

Valerie exhaled sharply, balling her fists at her side. Danny had taken cautiously to the air. 

“Alright, so your parents knew him? How?”

“College friends. Well…‘friends’.” Danny cast air quotes. “He became half ghost in a lab accident, but that was before I was born. When I met him, he was just trying to kill my dad, steal my mom, and rip up my family. Not very friendly.”

“So he’s NOT a ghost buddy of yours?”

The scoff that followed sent icy chills down Valerie’s spine. “Never. Not in a million years. He’s nearly killed my friends, my sister, my dad. He’s stalked me, cloned me, beaten me senseless, kidnapped me, all but killed me…” Phantom’s hard features softened with worry. “But he’s got a noose around my neck, so I can’t out him.”

Valerie bit her lip, eyes to the ground. “Then let me.”

“No!” Danny shot forward. The bitterness evaporated off his face. “I can’t have you do that. The secrets he could spill about me…”

“And you’re willing to value that above the safety of everyone being controlled by a ghost for a mayor? Your cousin? You almost watched your own family die, and you’re telling me you’re just gonna let him go free?”

Phantom backed away, but the fire had returned to his eyes. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Vlad’s not just gonna bow out if I spill his secrets. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill everyone around me. He’ll kill you. Who’s gonna stop him anyway? The Fentons?”

“I’ll kill him.”

“You can’t pull that off.” Danny ground his teeth. “You gonna break into his mansion on that clunky hoverboard of yours and commit murder? You’re fourteen.”

Valerie stared him down. Her tongue curled delicately over her lips. “Then why don’t you do it? He thinks you guys have some truce going on, yeah? So go slit his throat. He can’t kill anyone if he’s a cold dead corpse.”

Phantom’s entire face loosened. His wide eyes went wider, shining with a kind of fear Valerie was not used to seeing in them. “I’m not gonna go kill someone, Valerie.”

“Why not?”

“I-it’s illegal, for one. I don’t think they have ghost prison. They’d probably hand me over to the Guys in White as a violent criminal!”

“And how would they catch you?” Valerie ticked off on her fingers. “Invisible. Intangible. Silent. Reach your hand into his chest and explode his heart. Squeeze an artery and let a heart attack take him. Done.”

Phantom’s white skin had drained of all color. He swallowed compulsively. “C'mon Val, you’re suggesting murder.”

Valerie stepped forward. The cold wind swept her hair. “I watched this man all but murder a little girl. You tell me he’s tried to kill your friends, your family. You think both our lives are in danger because of him, and you’d rather just let him walk? Why should he get to live?”

“I don’t…I don’t kill people. I-I’ll get caught.”

“Me and the Fentons are the only ones capable of catching ghosts, and they live across town.”

“Vlad’ll stop me.”

“Okay, so talk hypotheticals with me.” Valerie sat on the ground, legs crossed. “Vlad had a headache, took some pain killers that knocked him out. Nothing’s gonna rouse him. The Fentons are on vacation. All security cameras are disabled. A security alarms are broken. You’re floating above Masters’ bed, and all it’ll take is a quick yank at his heart to end him.”

Danny landed, feet shaking. He could see it, the dark cold bedroom. The blast of wind outside. Vlad beneath him, silent, vulnerable, defenseless. All the pain he’d been through. All the fear he lived with. His dad would be safe. Sam and Tucker and Jazz and Valerie and Dani. He’d be safe. Just at the cost of one, horrible, terrible human life, squeezed out in his hands…

Danny found himself nodding before Valerie even posed her question.

“You don’t wanna get caught; I get that. Me neither… But if you could get away with it, would you?”

Anniversary

Characters: Sam, Danny, Tucker, James

Pairing: Danny/Sam

Rating: K

Word Count: 1, 560

Genre: Family

Based on this picture a little bit

With a light sigh, Sam pulled the sticky note off the toilet seat.  The ones on the mirror she could forgive.  The notes stuck to the fridge she could look past.  She could even ignore the post-its all over the front door.  But this?  On the underside of the toilet seat?  This was officially crossing over into scarily obsessive.

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“…Madeline, did you give my daughter an ectogun?”
“She’s a good shot, Pamela!”

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Originally drawn for last year’s Phanniemay (Theme: Girl Power) but I didn’t post it ‘cause I’m a dolt like that. But hey! The April Fools Bodyswap event is as good an excuse as any to dust it off and upload it to my blog. Right?

I both do fanart and fanfic, but I art less than I fic, so this counts.

Reality Gems

Nobody took my computer away, despite my pleading, and I should have gone to bed several hours ago.  Cry for the universes I am about to destroy.

Ignore this fic.  Please.

I’m sure this idea exists somewhere else, but I’m too lazy to look… and so just wrote my own version.

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Reality Gems

Danny Phantom / Steven Universe Crossover

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“Patience is a virtue,” Lancer intoned without turning around, carefully steering the school van into a parking lot.  “Keep that seatbelt on until we come to a full and complete stop.”

Danny – who had been trapped in a tiny van with the teacher, Tucker, Dash Baxter, Valerie Grey, and Paulina Sanchez for the past three hours – scowled and forced his hand away from the seatbelt clasp.  Crossing his arms and staring out the window, Danny had a moment of pleasant thoughts about being trapped in the Fenton Thermos.  At least he’d have been alone.

Outside the windows lay the coast of Delaware, ocean waves crashing against rocks and sand, and gulls flocking overhead.  An old-looking lighthouse sat on a large hill up ahead.  The ocean-side town Lancer was pulling into for a rest stop was nestled into a small harbor, the tiny sign on the way into town proclaiming the place was called ‘Beach City’.

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Secret Powers

The powers come slowly.

Jazz only notices after a while. She’s stronger than she used to be. Faster. Her high scores at the Fenton Virtual Training Helmet have increased, but that’s only the start.
She discovers she can hear things a month after the incident. Hums. Electrical cords, devices, but also, signals. Bits of binary transmitted over the air, from cell phones and computers.
What’s more, somehow, if she concentrates, they unfold themselves into meaningful words.

It’s embarassing, to listen. It feels like an invasion of privacy. But somehow, she can’t turn away. It soon becomes natural, like you’d use your eyes.
She stands in crowds. She goes up to the rooftop to listen to shortwave radio signals without needing a receiver.

It’s only when she stays up one night— all night— and doesn’t feel tired the next morning that she realizes she doesn’t need sleep like she used to.

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Ghost Nip

So I noticed that Ghost Nip post going around and remembered I’d written this little thing.

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The past week had been a nightmare.

The trio sat all the way at the back of the classroom during the class which was in actuality called Paranormal Studies but had instead picked up the affectionate nomer of Ghosts 101. While both adult Fentons had been called in to teach it as part of the school’s Ghost Defense Initiative, things had started going a lot smoother after Jack was politely asked to never set foot on the grounds again after a particularly enthusiastic demonstration of the Fenton Ectoballista resulted in several missing walls.

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anonymous asked:

Jack Fenton. Something Jack Fenton. Everyting Jack Fenton.

Jack Fenton was an open book, an honest man, made of good intentions and loose lips.

He hadn’t meant to spoil Maddie’s 30th birthday cruise. He hadn’t known his only daughter getting her first period was a personal matter. He hadn’t intended to ruin the surprise of a new cat to his 4-year-old son, even though his son had proven allergic and the cat had to be returned two weeks later.

Secrets, generally, were kept from Jack Fenton. He never took offense to this.

Even if no one suspected he had a jaw made of steel when it came to keeping the truly important things hidden—Jack spoiled surprises and presents, but he knew how to keep the heaviest matters under lock and key.

He was quite a good liar deep down.

Jack Fenton and his family were on the road when his kids asked him how exactly he knew billionaire Vlad Masters. Jack happily explained the connection, the friendship, and the accident that ended it.

With a tauter mouth, he maintained that he and Vlad hadn’t spoken since the day of the accident.

(Was that a lie? They hadn’t really “spoken” had they?)

Either way, Jack let the assumption hang in the air that he’d never visited Vlad in the hospital. It implied he’d bailed on his best friend immediately after injuring him, and this was intentional.

But really, what sort of friend packs up and cuts ties like that? Jack was sensitive to guilt like a gasoline-soaked tissue was sensitive to fire. He filled up the hospital waiting room with his bulk right after the accident, for endless hours. Nothing could have distracted his racing mind, not the magazines, not the drawling news, not Maddie’s paging him. He’d ended his friend’s life, and there was no distraction from that.

A quiet, blond nurse tapped him on the shoulder. Her smile was heavy and forced under the dark bags lining her eyes. She led Jack to the proper room.

When Jack was left alone in the doorway, staring into the bleach-white walls that ringed his friend, he touched the EMF meter hidden in his bulky pocket. The young man lying on the bed had bandages snaked around most of his face. Gaps were left over his nostrils; the holes over his eyes turned them into gaping shadows. 

Vlad opened his eyes, and they were most certainly glowing.

“Vladdy?” Jack asked. He unsheathed the EMF meter from his pocket and swung it in the air. It crackled and blipped like a firecracker. Jack took shallower breaths in response. “Vladdy, what’d the doctors say about the ectoplasmic exposure? It’s fine, right? You’re fine.”

A noise built in Vlad’s throat. It was deep, gurgled, until his body seized and a growl exploded from his mouth. Those flashing eyes. The glow on his body.

“You’re fine, Vladdy. This stuff will work its way out of your system. You’re you. You’re fine.”

The eyes found Jack. Red as blood, blinking with sparks of energy like a Christmas tree might. 

“I get it, V-man. You’re scared of me, yeah? Here I am, a ghost hunter. And here you are…”

His best friend sank back into the bed, energy drained. The glow on his body drew back into his flesh. His eyes shut, but it was hard to tell with the gauzy mask. 

Jack touched the ectogun in his chest pocket. It felt cold, sharp and unyielding. He tested it the way he’d test a locked metal doorhandle in the dead of winter. It sapped the last of the warmth from his clammy fingers. Unfriendly and damning.

“It’ll be…fine.” Jack felt certain his fingers would turn numb, wrapped around the blaster that chilled his core.

“You got no reason to fear, Vlad.” Jack drew his hand away from the weapon and let his arm fall limply to his side, fingers curled inward. “You’re you. This is going to pass. I don’t have to do anything. You’re fine. This was dumb of me to come, thinking I might have to—you’re fine. You’re gonna be fine. The doctors are gonna make you fine.”

Shame bubbled deep in his gut as he backed out of the room. He cast his eyes to the ground, and no nurse questioned it. They were used to the masks of grief haunting the patients’ hallway. Jack’s guilt disguised itself so easily as worry.

Jack never returned to Vlad Masters’ hospital room. 

He carried an ectogun in his pocket from that day on.

But no one ever had to know about what he’d planned to do, what he almost had done, why he insisted on carrying protection every day after. Not Maddie. Not his kids. 

Thinking about it put his insides in knots, because he’d been right. Vlad recovered. Vlad bounced back, made a life from himself, made a fortune. Vlad had everything he ever wanted in life, and Jack had almost taken that away.

It had been twenty years, and Jack was ready to reconnect with the friend who remembered nothing about the hospital visit. Jack took all his worry and guilt and buried it. It didn’t matter what he almost did. It didn’t matter what he thought. Ghosts and people don’t mix. He’d been a paranoid 19 year old. He’d grown since then. He wasn’t the same person anymore. 

Jack took all his nagging thoughts and stomped them under his feet. He hid them away, and smiled widely to himself. He was excited; he was excited to mend old friendships, to catch up on twenty lost years, to introduce the kids to his oldest friend,

Because his best friend Vlad Masters was fine.