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12 Days of Fic-mas: Day 01 - Bells

Fic Title: Seen In A Holy New Light

Chapter title: Church Bells

Characters: Danny Fenton, Paulina Sanchez, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley

Word Count: 1194

Summary: There's an odd new trend at Casper High.

You can read on AO3 of below the cut

If Sam hadn't pointed it out, Danny might have been blissfully unaware all day.

Unfortunately now he was hyper-aware.

Apparently, the A-listers had decided today was a good idea to try a ridiculous new game or trend. He wasn’t actually sure what the reason was, just the result.

That being, ring a bell at every opportunity.

He would ask, but that would probably result in him being laughed at for not knowing something they all did. He really didn’t feel like making himself a laughingstock just before winter break.

By the time lunch rolled around a few people had been asked by the teachers to not ring any bells during class, but they didn't get taken away. Danny just rolled his eyes knowing that if he or his friends were in on this bell-ringing thing they would have lost their bells and gotten detention by now.

He was in line for lunch when a jingling sound approached him.

On instinct, he turned to see who it was and found it was Paulina. She made a jingling sound whenever she walked due to the clips in her hair today.

Despite hearing bells all day, her bells were nice. It was a sweet sound and wasn’t all that loud either.

"Hi Danny," she said with a wave.

Danny quickly looked around as if there might be some other Danny nearby that she would be talking to.

There wasn’t.

"Hey, Paulina, what's up?" He waved back, unable to hide his confusion as to why she was talking to him.

"Do you have a minute? I have a question for you, but I think it’d be better if we talked in private."

Danny looked back at the line and shrugged, it wouldn't be the first time he missed lunch. "Lead the way."

"Great! Follow me!" Paulina happily led the way out of the cafeteria and down the hall.

It didn't take long to reach their destination, but it certainly wasn’t where he was expecting to have a conversation.

"Uh, why are we going in here?"

"Why not?"

"Because it's the girl's restroom?"

"Oh please, we were literally talking in here last week."

Danny felt his cheeks get a little warm at the reminder. He had almost forgotten about that.

"Anyway, I just wanted to know if the bells were helping or not."

She didn't give him a chance to ask what that meant before she continued.

"Because I was trying to be nice, but then I got asked why I was wearing bells. I knew I couldn't tell them the real reason because I promised you I wouldn't. So I said it was a new trend. Of course, everyone jumped on board, but it's starting to feel like too much. Is it too much?"

Since Danny was beyond lost in the conversation, he decided to just go with it and hope it all worked out.

Surly that wouldn't backfire at all.

"I appreciate the gesture, but yeah, it's a bit overkill with everyone doing it pretty much constantly."

"Yeah, I was afraid of that. So did it work?"

Danny wasn’t sure what the correct answer was and ended up taking too long to answer.

"Oh darn, well I’ll let everyone know the trend is dead anyway. See you later!"

Then Danny was alone in the bathroom.

And somehow even more confused than when he entered.

He stood there for a minute trying to process what happened but then remembered he was missing lunch.

A quick speed-walk back to the cafeteria and he was able to get a plate thanks to a conveniently timed rumble from his stomach while the lunch lady was about to put everything away.

"Hey man, where have you been?" Tucker asked as Danny approached the table.

"Paulina needed to talk to me about," he hesitated as he say down, "something."

"Are you gonna tell us what it is?" Sam asked with a quirked brow.

"I would if I could, but I'm not entirely sure."

"You don’t know what you just had a conversation about?"

"Not really? Well, sort of." He took a bite of his lukewarm mashed potatoes before continuing, "it was about the bells. She said she's going to call that off now."

"Why is she telling you that?"

"Because it was for me? I guess?"

"The bells are for you?"

"Apparently?" Danny shrugged and then tried to eat a little faster because the period was already half over.

"I think you're going to have to tell us exactly what happened, Danny," Sam said as she finished her meal.

Danny gave them a quick recap of the conversation and how he assumed it had to do with her theory that he was an angel.

Sam seemed to be just as confused as he was, but Tucker’s snickering broke her out of her thoughts.

"Oh my god, I know what she was doing." He snickered a bit more and then added, "and you two would never figure it out."

"You mind sharing with the class?" Sam asked, no doubt annoyed that Tucker was able to figure something out before she did.

"I wonder if she knows it's from a movie?" Tucker pondered out loud making everything that much more confusing.

"What movie?" Danny asked. He was pretty sure he'd seen everything Tucker had, but he couldn’t think of anything that made sense.

"It’s a Christmas movie."

"Oh." Danny slumped in his seat and dropped his fork. He wasn’t really hungry anymore.

"Ah, well that still doesn't explain anything."

"Do I need to remind you that you’re Jewish and he hates Christmas?" Tucker asked, clearly missing the point.

"Bro, no. What's the movie say about angels and bells?"

"Oh, right. 'Every time a bell ring an angel gets its wings.'"

"You know, I think I've actually heard that before."

"Well, it is this super famous quote. Everybody knows the quote. Even if they haven't seen the movie," Tucker explained.

"I can't believe this was because of a stupid Christmas movie."

"I have a feeling she has no idea it's from a movie," Sam said.

"Yeah, she probably looked up angel lore on google and saw the quote."

"How old is the movie anyway?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but it's some old black-and-white movie. So probably the ‘80s."

"The ‘80s?" Sam asked incredulously. "When do you think color film was invented?"

"The ‘90s?"

"The ‘90s?!" Danny busted up laughing.

"What?"

"I know, for a fact, that you've watched movies from before the '90s that were in full color." Sam challenged.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Back to the Future."

"Oh yeah, that’s super 80s," Tucker muttered to himself.

"So you wanna try and answer that color film question again?" Sam teased.

"Alright fine! It was like the '70s or whatever."

Danny did his best to contain himself because he had to add to this. It was way too funny to pass up. "Tuck, I'm going to have to revoke your nerd card."

"What? Why?"

"What show aired in 1966?"

"Star Trek." He answered automatically and then realized his mistake. "No! I'm a fool!"

Sam and Danny high-fived across the table as Tucker wallowed in despair beside them.

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12 Days of Ficmas- Wish List

Sam Manson was an infuriating person to get gifts for, mostly because she was unhelpful. “I don’t have anything on my list.”

Tucker and Danny groan as the goth shrugged at their dismay. “C’mon, Sam. Literally anything.”

“I have everything. I’m your rich friend. I should be asking you guys what you want.”

“Well I’ve been eying Dead Teacher’s collector edition for a while now and-”“What Tuck means is, we know what we want. What can we get you?”

Sam puts her finger on her chin looking at the grey sky as they walk home. “I would love a South American country.”

“Sam…”

“It’s the one thing my parents would never get me.” she sighs, melancholy and painfully sarcastic. Danny and Tucker look at each other and she smiles at them. “Really, I’m fine. Get me something small. Something you think I’d like and I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“You don’t like anything.”

“I like you just fine despite everything.” she teases and Danny grins back.

“Okay, well why don’t we agree on ten dollars and we can make something for each other.”

Tucker bobs his head side to side in thought. “Not a bad idea, but I wouldn’t say no to a Monster Truck, or the new-”

“Ten dollars and we can make it.”

“You don’t have to make anything, I'm happy to buy you guys something cool. My allowance is more than generous and Hanukkah's over so I’m loaded with extravagant gifts from my parents.” Danny wasn’t sure exactly how Hanukkah was celebrated but from Sam’s clipped tone, he imagined she didn’t approve of the gifts.

“Tucker, you want the collector’s set for Dead Teacher? You got it.”

“Woohoo! You’re the best, Sam.”

“You’re welcome. So Danny, what do you want?”

That made him slow down. Oh no.

“I didn’t make a list this year.”

The other two laugh.

“You were getting on me for not having a list and you don’t have one either?”

“I… I dunno. I’ve been so preoccupied with ghosts this year I haven’t thought about it.”

Everyone slows their walk down the streets of the town they’d vowed to protect. Ghost hunting had been something that infected all of their lives. Tucker offers a tight smile. “Well.. what’s something that you could use?”

“I don’t know.” his shoulders slouch. “It feels like all I do is fight ghosts and do homework and sleep.”

“I dunno about that. You haven’t been doing your homework.” Sam points out helpfully.

“Haha…”

“And you hardly ever sleep.” Tucker quips.

“Hilarious.”

They stop a hundred feet away from Fenton Works and Danny sighs. The levity he had before is gone, sucked into the air and dissipated.

Danny had been running himself ragged lately. Now more than ever they could see the dark circles under his eyes, the way he carried himself changed depending on how bad the fights were. Even though Phantom won just about all of his fights, they always seemed to take a lot out of him. Sam and Tucker barely had to come and help anymore as the ghost boy seemed to have everything under control. He was good, but not good enough to pretend it didn’t cost him.

They walk slow and steady toward the house and with the shorter distance came the sound of short tempers.

Screaming was common in the Fenton house every December as if it were the choir of every Fenton Family Christmas. Something crashes in the living room of Danny’s house and the boy doesn’t even flinch.

“You sure there’s nothing on your mind?” Sam offers. If Danny wanted to talk then maybe-

“I’ll figure it out. I’ll see you guys later.”

Tucker and Sam look on as Danny doesn’t even wait for them to reply and instead bounds up the steps to his house and shuts the door. The goth and the techno geek are left in the silence. In that silence, they create a pact.

Danny didn’t have to worry about a thing this year. The great thing about being a sidekick was that they sometimes knew the hero better than he knew himself. Danny may have not written a list, may not have thought of himself for who knows how long, but that’s what friends were for.

Sam and Tucker were in charge of Danny Fenton’s Wish List. They dash off to Tucker’s house where they start immediately writing down everything they could think of to make the hero’s life easier.

When they finish, they smile.

The next 12 days would lead up to the best Christmas yet.

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12 Days of Ficmas Day 2: Peppermint

Ao3 link!

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The smell of the Manson’s kitchen wafted through the open window despite the December chill. Though the location might change over the years, from her childhood home with her own grandmother, to her cozy first home with her late husband, to the lavish mansion she lived in with her family now, Ida Manson was always in the kitchen in December more often than not.

Hanukkah was at an end, but Amity Park celebrated Christmas and she could never resist baking things for her family and friends no matter what they practiced.

For the third time in two weeks, babka was baking in the oven. One was cinnamon, warm and spiced like her grandmother had taught her to make all those years ago. The second one was chocolate, rich and swirled for her granddaughter’s sweet tooth. Of course two babka could hardly curb that appetite.

Christmas marketing was mainstream and every time she went to the grocery store, it was impossible not to notice the displays covered in ingredients and blown up photos of their featured recipes. Even the kosher section had an end-cap featuring reindeer cookies.

Ida wasn’t immune to charm and she did love peppermint anyway...

As a result of the combined obligation to fill her granddaughter with sugar and the temptations filling the aisles, Ida was busy.

Donuts were rolled out and shaped all over one of the marble counters waiting to go in the oil currently heating on the stove in a good heavy pot instead of the new-fangled digital deep fryers they had two of for some reason. Once those were cooked and cooled they would get stuffed full of custard and rolled in chocolate curls or iced and dotted with crushed candy canes.

Ida had just pulled out the peppermint brownies that would be slathered in cream cheese frosting and more of those little white and red specks of holiday cheer.

Lastly, one of her favorite things, the mighty slabs of chocolate bark that took up the entire kitchen island were ready to break. Parchment paper lined almost the entire 80x40 inch marble surface and was generously coated in dark chocolate. She had planned ahead, then deviated from the plan, and the four quadrants of barely separated chocolate "rectangles" were studded with fixings. They were embedded with candied orange peel (homemade of course), finely chopped dried fruit, roasted nuts, pretzels, precarious drizzles of white chocolate, and of course, a generous section was covered in peppermint candy.

The smell of everything mingled in the air and poured onto the street all day. People slowed and hummed pleasantly as they walked down the sidewalk all bundled up now warmed from the inside. If the scent didn’t make them stop, this next part might.

With a heft and a mighty cry, Ida Manson lifted one of the large chocolate slabs and slammed it onto the counter where it shattered.

CRACK

The sound was deafening and sudden, but then it was over. She smiled at the varying sizes of chocolate bark then reached out to take another slab in her hands.

“Hello!? Is everything- oh.”

Ida looked up and there, sticking his head through the window of her massive kitchen, was the ghost boy of Amity Park. His name was Danny.

“Ah, you could smell it couldn’t ya?” she grinned at him waving the second slab in the air.

He floated in more and more until only his foot was sticking out into the December air and he didn’t even seem to notice.

“I actually-”

CRACK

Ida slammed the second piece of chocolate down and bits of decadence went flying.

“I was coming to investigate but now I know that noise wasn’t a noise , but a wonderful sound .” he blinked at her then put a gloved hand on the back of his neck nervously before starting to babble.

“What I meant to say was like… Ya know, a sound is good while a noise is bad or potentially dangerous and the connotations are different so like if the noise was someone getting hurt that was bad but you were just making chocolate and.. chocolate is… is good.” A little pink tinted his cheek as he started to float away.

He looked tired. His hair was a bit unruly, his shoulders were tense, this boy looked sad.

His butt was just about out the window when Ida brushed her hands on her stained apron.

“You’re right about that. Now why don’t you come down here and have some, deary?”

Green eyes blinked at her owlishly. Obviously he wasn’t used to being offered anything even though he was just a kid caught in the cold.

“I-I really can’t, I-”

“Pish posh. Now come choose a piece, I’ve got plenty.”

“I don’t eat. I’m a ghost.” she could have believed him if it weren’t for his voice or his face or the way his hands moved.

“You’ve got a mouth, don't ya?”

Danny seemed stunned for a second then came inside seemingly dragging some of the outside with him. It grew colder as he very slowly flew down to her level instead of flying above her. Perhaps it was a sign of respect, perhaps for just a moment he was forgetting he was supposed to have all these superpowers.

“Thank you.” he said politely and Ida beamed as she gestured at the broken pieces. Some of the shards were no bigger than a nickel while others mirrored her handbag. It was to be expected, but it was fun to look at all the different bits.

Danny reached forward and picked up the tiniest piece that had a tiny speck of peanut dust on it and she slapped it out of his hand.

He drew his hand to his chest in surprise, betrayal just barely starting to color his expression when she pointed again.

“You pick a proper piece. Do you know how hard it is to work hard when you’re my age? This is art! You wouldn’t do that to a poor old lady now would you? Take a lackluster piece as if I had microwaved a Hershey bar and spilled it.” she shook her head and started pawing through the pieces on her side of the table.

He blinked at her processing the words then nodded. Obediently, he reached out and carefully selected a piece with a healthy amount of peppermint. He looked to her for approval and when Ida took a bite out of her own piece, he took an experimental bite.

Green eyes widened.

“This is delicious.”

“I know. Have some more.”

There were no arguments or attempts at being polite as the kid snapped off piece after piece with his teeth and ate the entire thing. The whole time he stole glances as if she would slap it out of his hand again remembering he was supposed to be a ghost or something. She smiled and he twitched his gloved fingers like he would lick them if she wasn’t watching.

“Um… thank you. I’ll let you-”

“Did you like it? Best you ever had, eh?” she did lick her fingers for crumbs.

Danny’s mouth twitched like he would smile before the expression fell and he answered honestly.

“I never had it before. My folks aren’t good cooks. And they especially don’t cook Christmas stuff.”

Ida smiled at him.

“Tell ‘em it’s not too late. It may say Christmas on the tin but it’s good stuff year round. Especially when you get to share.”

He nodded but she could tell he would not be passing the message along.

“Thanks again for the chocolate.”

“Of course. I’m glad you got to try it. Busy night?” Ida leaned on the counter resting her body against the stone.

“Not really. Pretty slow this time of year with the Truce and all.”

Ah, that would explain a lot.

“Good.” she slapped the table and the poor boy jumped in his seat in the air.

“Here. Help a helpless old woman break up her bark?” she pouted at him with an exaggerated lip. After a long moment, that finally got a little smile out of the boy.

“Yes ma’am.”

“None of that nonsense, Danny, you call me Grandma Ida.”

His face blanked with shock and his eyes, so expressive, grew large.

“I’m Phantom .” he said with his lying voice, face, and hands.

She grinned but innocently lilted her voice.

“Danny Phantom. That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

Danny relaxed a bit and she turned back to the island.

“Now come on, we don’t have all night to do this part. That oil is gonna start screaming soon and I’ll show you how to fry donuts.”

“Yes Grandma Ida.” The boy said picking up a large piece.

“And lemme tell you, if you ever wanna make this, it isn’t actually art. This stuff is stupid easy to make. I’ll walk you through everything then you can make it any time you want.”

Danny smiled back.

“It probably wouldn’t be as good.”

“Darn tootin’ it wouldn’t be as good! But it’ll tide you over until you get your scrawny behind back here for more!”

That smile he gave was bright and wonderful.

“Yes Grandma Ida.”

“Good boy. Now slam that down and we’ll get to work.”

CRACK

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Do not expect this length for the rest this one just spoke to me. Thanks Grandma Ida!

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12 Days of Fic-mas 2025 Calendar

Yippee!! It's finally ready!!!

Remember!

The event starts on the 12th but feel free to start working on which ever day you like

I'll queue up anything shared to go up on the day the prompt is (or after if it gets done later)

Hope you all have a lovely December

Below the cut is the typed out list of prompts and a non-transparent version of the calendar too

The Prompts

Solstice

Mittens

Ugly Sweaters

Star

Gingerbread

Quilt

Family

Puppy

Silent Night

Jack Frost

Grinch

Snowman

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It's time for Prompts!

Hello and welcome to the prep part of the event where we all work together to decide what the prompts will be!

Feel free to pick your fave prompts on this form here

Fic-mas 2025 Prompt ideas

Once again it's time to help me pick prompts for this year's calendar! I've broken up the list into 3 groups with the goal of getting the t

The form will stay open until 11/23, which is next Sunday!

[Any ties will be decided via tumblr polls after this form closes]

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Tie Breaker Poll 1

Pick your favorite wintery prompt

Jack Frost

Ice Carving

Snowman

Sled

Winter Vacation

Voting ended onDec 1, 2025

The top 2 will make it to the calendar!

Feel free to hype up your fav when you reblog this

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Day 06 Fireworks

Bright bursts of color in the night sky

Loud explosions in the air and explosive cheers on the ground

What a way to celebrate as the year comes to an end