An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Danny Fenton, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton
Additional Tags: danny phantom - Freeform, Too late for phic fight, Danny fluff, King of ghosts, Identity Reveal
Summary:
When they tried to summon the King of All Ghosts, the last thing they expected was the sudden appearance of a very familiar, very human boy wearing spaceship pajamas and with a toothbrush halfway to his mouth... – Prompt by @lexiepiper
Warnings: none, really, apart from some terrible sexual innuendos and suggestiveness.
Thank you to this lovely anon for the request! <3 Thank you for spoiling me with Danny, I really hope you enjoy this. Also, I love my boy in purple, can you tell?
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“Okay, that’s pretty good,” Danny said, gesturing at you with a gloved hand as you tried your best at a proper golf stance--whatever that was. “How does it feel?”
You tilted your head to the side, looking down at the club next to the golf ball. “It feels like I’m gearing up to hit this ball three feet to my right,” you replied, laughing to yourself.
Danny rolled his eyes, though he laughed too. “Okay, so it’s just mini golf--but if you want to play with the pros someday, this is a great place to start learning.”
“You’ll be a pro one day,” you told him, pointing. “Look, you’re wearing gloves and a polo and everything!”
He smiled--he did look cute, with his hair in a bun, only slightly disheveled, a white and purple golf shirt, khakis and Nike sneakers. You weren’t sure if seeing Sporty Danny would ever be an alter ego you’d get entirely used to, but you liked it. It was such a different look from his usual jeans and t-shirts, thick knit sweaters and beat up Keds.
“I can’t consider myself a pro until I teach you properly,” he said and moved over to you, letting his golf club fall to the grass. “So show me again.”
You sighed a little and got back into the stance he’d tried to teach you--feet apart, legs straight, back only slightly sloping with your shoulders doing most of the work as you held the club straight down like an arrow.
“You just look so tense,” Danny noted, standing next to you and crossing his arms.
“I mean, I feel tense,” you replied, then shook out your left arm, trying to loosen your muscles. “This is so much pressure for put-put.”
“I don’t have to teach you if you don’t want.”
You smiled to yourself. “No, no, I wanna learn,” you insisted. “But if I win, you’re paying for ice cream.”
He smiled back, chuckling. “Okay, that’s fair.” He moved behind you then, pressing himself gently against your backside and reaching in front of you, clasping his right hand onto your forearm. “So go back to holding the club.”
You did, although you were hyper-aware of his body behind yours, how you could already feel how firm his muscles were even without him really touching you. His hand, you’d touched before--accidentally (sometimes purposefully) brushing fingers, grabbing onto it during a scary movie, or how warm his hands always felt when he wrapped his arms around you during a hug--but it wrapped around your forearm felt different somehow.
Sweat broke through your hairline when Danny got in even closer and moved his hand down to your wrist, guiding your own grasp on the club.
“Is this better?” you asked, voice cracking a bit. You’d never been nervous around Danny before--what was there to be nervous about?--but him in a mildly authoritarian state, all professional and completely focused--and focused on you alone--was really sexy.
“Better,” he affirmed, his left hand holding your left bicep. “But you’re still really tense.”
“I’m just not used to being in this position,” you said, squinting and shaking your head a little at yourself after you realized the innuendo.
Danny laughed, though. “I promise if you stay in this position, you’ll get it in the hole.”
You couldn’t help it--you cackled, throwing your head back so your own hair got in Danny’s face. “I’m sorry, Danny,” you managed to say, turning around, still laughing and covering your mouth with your hand. “That was too perfect.”
It took him a second but then he laughed too, a loud, hearty laugh. “Jeez, Y/N, I’m sorry. I did not realize how that sounded.”
Danny stayed away from your backside after that but him checking you out as you bent down to retrieve your club at one point didn’t go unnoticed, or how he watched you so intently while you tapped the golf ball as you went along the little course. Still, you were doing the same, watching how he positioned himself and how his body moved, the facial expressions he made as the ball rolled and the look of victory when he got it in.
“I think I need help with this one,” you said at the last hole, looking at the inclined ramp in front of you. After the tiny bit of verbal foreplay and ogling each other, you wanted Danny’s body pressed against yours again. “It’s gonna be tricky.”
He raised his eyebrows but got behind you nonetheless, flattening his body against yours, your hips flush. “It’s like I showed you,” he said gently, guiding your hands over the club, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Same deal. Ready yourself, look to where you’re going, and don’t use too much pressure when you swing.”
“Don’t use too much pressure?” you pondered, grinning. “Huh.”
Danny stayed against you as you hit the golf ball and excitement bubbled in you as you watched it glide up the ramp, then into the hole. You pressed your club down into the grass, straightening yourself up and smiling victoriously.
“Nice game, Y/N,” Danny said, creating some space between the two of you and extending his gloved hand.
You shook it. “Nice game, Danny. Thanks for the lessons,” you said. “Although I really feel like I’ll need more help if I’m ever gonna beat you on a real course.”
“My lessons aren’t cheap,” he joked.
“Oh?” you replied, raising your eyebrows. “What do you charge?”
He looked as though he were trying to come up with something to say, something to keep your repartee going, but then Danny looked up at you and caressed the side of your face with his hand, and before you could blink his lips were on yours.
With the club still in your hand, you reached your other up to mimic his actions, cupping his jaw as you leaned into him, his lips gentle, soft and a little hesitant. You parted your lips slightly and he did the same, the two of you agreeing upon a long, full kiss that you weren’t too keen on ever ending.
“I’ll take that as my payment today,” Danny said when he pulled back, his hand lingering on your cheek. “If that’s okay.”
Your cheeks were warm and your heart had beaten far more during the kiss than it had during the excitement of your competition. “I think that’s fair,” you said, dropping the club and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You still have to buy ice cream, though.”
He laughed. “What about a trade?”
You nodded. “A trade is good,” you agreed. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, and kissed him, you taking the lead this time.
Warnings: none; all fluff. Marshmallow fluff, if you will, and I am y e a r n i n g.
Requested by the one & only @myownparadise96 <3 thank you so much. Ever since I learned Danny loves Peeps, I’ve been completely hypnotized. I really didn’t think that boy could get any softer or fill any more of my heart.
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Sam elbowed you in your side, turning to look at you, his hair grazing your shoulder. “Y/N,” he whispered, leaning in close. “You’re staring at him.”
You broke your gaze from Danny, sitting on the couch at the opposite end of the room, and turned to Sam. “What?”
“You were actually more like, gawking at him,” Sam told you.
You glanced back up to Danny, fiddling with his phone while Jake went over and sat down next to him, Josh audible from another room, talking to himself.
“I wasn’t,” you protested, but you felt your glance turn into yet another transfixed gaze.
God, it was getting worse. You’d been friends with Danny for a long time and, while you always found him objectively cute, with his ever-growing dark hair, sweet, shy nature and silly laugh, you’d never thought of him as anything other than just a friend. But you were starting to really realize how much your attraction to him was growing, and if Sam was noticing you “gawk” at Danny, it must be pretty obvious to everyone else too.
You averted your eyes to Jake, seeing if he’d caught onto you. He met your eyes and tilted his head toward Danny, then raised his eyebrows at you.
“What the fuck,” you said under your breath. Had you always been so obvious?
You looked back to Danny but he stood up and stretched. His t-shirt raised a little, exposing a couple inches of tan and toned abdominal muscles, plus a sneak peak at his significant happy trail. Okay, you had to admit to yourself, shirtless Danny had always been a little sexy to you, and you’d fantasized about running your fingers down that same abdomen, but the more recent fantasies of kissing a shirtless Danny were a little different.
Josh sauntered into the room as you got up, following Danny, though he hadn’t seemed to notice. “Where you going, doll?”
“I need to figure something out,” was your response, and you ignored Josh’s sideways glance to make your way to the kitchen.
Danny was getting a glass of water at the sink; when he turned around to see you in the doorway, he jumped a little. “Jeez, I didn’t know you were there.”
“Sorry,” you said quietly, still lingering in the doorway. You had, in fact, followed him in there to figure something out, but now you weren’t sure how to go about it, and he was looking at you expectantly.
“Am I in your way?” Danny asked, laughing a little.
“No, I’m sorry,” you replied, trying to think of something intelligent to say. “I forgot what I came in here for.”
Danny smiled at you and reached up into one of the cupboards above the sink, exposing a couple inches of the small of his back to you--which was still a welcome sight, and then your eyes wandered down to his ass. You withheld a sigh as you looked at him--he was just so perfect to you. Always kind, gentle and loving but, somewhere along the way, had become fucking gorgeous. Your heart started to race whenever he touched you, even if it was a simple touch on your arm, his hand on your hip, or--your favorite--when you’d clutch each other’s hands during a scary movie; all these short-lived moments of physical affection that left you feeling starved when they were over.
“I know what I came in here for,” he said, holding a box of blue marshmallow Peeps. “Sam makes fun of me.”
You stopped yourself from gawking at him again, but you thought it was really adorable. Tall, strong Danny holding a bunch of blue marshmallow chickadees, smiling like a little kid. “I didn’t know you liked those.”
He tore open the plastic and plucked one out, holding it out in front of himself. “What’s not to like?” he replied and handed the box to you.
You took it and tore a Peep out for yourself. “Right? They’re so sweet and soft. Plus really cute.” As you bit the Peep’s head off, you realized you had just described Danny, so you decided to try something: “Just like you.”
He looked surprised, mouth still full of Peep, then swallowed and smiled again. “Really?”
His reaction was hard for you to gauge--Danny was nice to everyone all the time, including you, as his longtime, platonic girl friend.
“You are,” you insisted, going for another Peep for your nerves.
He looked bashful, yet a little prideful too. “Thanks, Y/N.” His cheeks were getting pink as he looked down at the floor, biting his lip a little between a smile, then looked back up to you.
That must have been a signal. You inhaled, then asked, “Can I ask you something sort of weird?”
“Sure.”
You exhaled and set the box down, moving so you could lean against the opposite end of the counter, the sink between the two of you. “Have I seemed different lately?”
He tilted his head a bit. “What do you mean?”
Oh god, you felt so stupid. You were going about this entirely wrong. You needed to just say what you wanted to say.
“Well, lately, I just--” you paused, trying to think of the right words. “I guess I’ve been feeling different lately.”
“Different how?”
You ran a hand through your hair, shifting uncomfortably against the hard counter, looking down at the tile floor. “I think I’ve got a crush on you, Danny,” you confessed and instantly felt your heart thumping wildly in your chest and your body heating up.
It was scary to tell him that--scary to have realized it in the first place--but you knew Danny would always be your friend.
“A crush on me?” he replied, holding his hand up to his chest in genuine shock.
“Is that hard for you to believe?” you asked, charmed by his modesty.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I never thought you liked me like that. Honestly, I always thought you liked Sam.”
You laughed, probably too loud, then after regaining some calm, said, “No, not Sam. I don’t know, Danny--I’ve felt different about you for a little while now.”
He smiled a little but didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry, Danny, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird,” you said, feeling flustered, and started to walk out, but then felt his hand on your wrist, gently coercing you to stop.
He looked down at his hand and let your arm go before looking up at you. “Can we try something?”
Your heart was racing again. “What?”
“Can I kiss you?” Danny asked, his cheeks growing even rosier. “You know--maybe you won’t like me after that.”
You laughed. “I doubt it, but if it’ll make you feel better.”
“Okay,” Danny replied with a small laugh. He reached up and placed his hand on the side of your face, softly caressing your cheek and gliding his fingers into your hair, looking into your eyes. It was overwhelming--he was taking his time, letting his fingertips graze your scalp as he placed his other hand on your hip, bringing you in closer.
You put your hands on his waist, gently gripping the firm muscles spread underneath his t-shirt, and tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. His grip on your hip stiffened a little when he brushed his nose against yours, then his lips were pressed against yours.
You didn’t see stars, but you did feel a fuzzy jolt through your body, like a tiny lightning bolt. Your own hands tightened on his waist and you pulled him against you, pressing your bodies together fiercely, yet the kiss remained slow and soft. His top lip was a little lopsided on yours, but your bottom lips were flush with one another’s, and you both lingered like that for a long moment until Danny tilted his head. You eased your tongue into his mouth then, slowly and carefully, your right hand traveling up his body to the side of his neck. He met that kiss with more confidence. He slid the hand on your hip to your lower back and met your tongue with his own, both of you working up a rhythm.
Upon hearing Josh cackle from the living room, you both broke the kiss. You blinked at Danny slowly, your hand moving down to rest against his chest, and he was still looking at you, his eyes soft.
“I don’t like you any less,” you told him, tempted to kiss him again. “I think I might like you more.”
Danny gave you another bashful yet prideful smile. “Really?”
You smiled back, lightly running your tongue over your upper lip. “What’s not to like?”
Imagine going to Europe for the first time with Danny and taking this candid photo of him. He wants to show you every statue/building/landscapes - just everything that he came across when he was oversees and it took his breath away. Your eyes would fill up with tears as you saw all the places he would send you pictures of in real life. Danny would reach back and hold your hand - gently rubbing his thumb back and forth.
