Kims
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
AnasAbdin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Keni
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Xuebing Du
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we're not kids anymore.

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Kims
āObsessed x Obsessedā will always be my favorite dynamic, especially when itās only vaguely implied in a movie that has absolutely nothing to do with romance.
POV: When your best friend is an artist and knows your weird side.
Dannyloaf
āWelcome back, Danny.ā
āSam?ā
Kaito Daimon
Specters and Swindlers by D3athrav3n92 (fanfiction.net/Ao3)
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Genie Au
Some paint the stars,
Some reach for them.
Either way, they still moving under the same sky.
An AU where Danny Fenton is suicidal.
The boy decided to fix the portal wasnāt just to help his parents.
A part of him quiet, brokenāhoped it might end him.
A clean accident. A way out that wouldnāt look like he gave up.
But it didnāt work.
Still, he managed to fix the portal.
The accident left its scars.
His body colder than ice.
Skināashen, sickly pale, shadows sunk deep beneath his eyes.
He lies to everyone, laughs it off, says heās just going through some āemo phaseā from hanging out with Sam too much.
His friends play along. They smile. They worry.
They donāt know how to help.
Fragile as he is, he still hunts ghosts.
Still guards a city that doesnāt even notice heās fading.
Pathetic, isnāt it?
The boy, reckless and bright in all the wrong places, tells himself thereās nothing wrong with being a halfa.
He feels powerful when heās Phantom.
He feels free.
Untouchable. Weightless.
He laughs.
He taunts Skulker.
He rolls his eyes when Vlad and Box Ghost shows up.
He guards the city while playing little chase games with his ghost hunter parents and Red Huntress.
In those moments, he feelsā
alive.
Until he meets Dan.
The monster beneath his skin.
His own reflection twisted beyond repair.
And then.
he canāt balance the pieces anymore.
How can he protect anyone when he himself is something that should not exist?
The boy begins to believe it:
His parents were right all along.
Ghosts should be destroyed.
Even him.
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Vlad is cloning Danny.
He canāt believe it.
He was meant to destroy the boy, not bring him back, not recreate himā¦
especially not after the boy vanished from the mortal world.
How bitterly ironic.
The kid.
such a constant thorn in his side.
And even now, the clones refuse to hold together.
What Vlad doesnāt understand is
they, too, donāt want to exist.
Just like the original.
He keeps trying.
Clone after clone collapses, melts, crumbles in his hands.
It sickens him.
It scars him.
Just like the day he stumbled upon Dannyās lifeless face.
The boy had smiled, soft and smallā
but it was monstrous.
Vlad couldnāt bear it.
The failures pile up.
Until only one survives:
A defective clone.
Danielle.