#danny phanfic

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Here's the animated version of this cover I made for my fic!

It gets it's own post for reasons.

[another-shameless-fangirl]

Is there a thread where someone talked about the horrific implications in Maternal Instinct?

Cause I'm about to.

Guys, Vlad is an insane creep, we know that, but he's also a scientifically educated insane creep.

All of those animals that he killed for their ghosts, all of them had a mutation. Extra limbs, bigger claws, more heads, eyes, ugh, grotesque things that changed how their spirits look even though normal animals don't normally have those problems.

Vlad calls them all spectral freaks when they turn on him. He created them, yes, he killed them and used their "pelts as wallart", but I hate every part of the implication that Vlad experimented on them and made them the way they are.

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Vlad Masters brushes a stray white hair out of his face with the back of an ectoplasm-stained glove. The large figure in front of him twitches and groans and shudders on the table with what could have been breath if ghosts needed to breathe.

Despite that, the bobcat fidgets under the steel pins and ghost proof restraints as if it could escape. It's tail lashes back and forth in distress as if escape were possible from the threat above it. Vlad glares down into the glowing red eyes and the creature's long ears flick then the entire form stills.

The stupid animal recognizes the superior predator.

It's actual body was already cured, dried, and mounted on the wall with the others.

It's spirit is snug in place as Vlad moves the needle through once again pulling the glowing white thread taut.

Another stitch, then another through thick hair and he pierces through the ghostly flesh as if it isn't even there.

Ghosts are simple things made of ectoplasm and held together by the "memory" of what the creature thinks it looked like in life. It's too stupid to know any better, that it's exaggerated size is incorrect but all the better. The ones that fight back in life have bigger spirits which makes for a bigger ghost, a more vicious ghost. This one fought like it was rabid even as he had it cornered. It thought it was tough, that it had a chance to take him down.

He killed the bobcat faster than it took for it to feel fear. He bound its spirit easily taking it and the body back to his chalet.

Another stitch and the bear-sized creature shivers at the sensation but obediently stays still. Vlad looks over it with a calculating eye and the stitches hum with energy then dissolve leaving unmarred flesh behind.

He grins as four eyes blink at him and two mouths full of jagged teeth open and then close testing the new connections.

A two-headed bobcat ghost. No one had ever done it before, not even Skulker.

It was far easier to manipulate ghost flesh than previously hypothesized. Vlad smiles and dictates to the camera set up beside him as he pulls pins out of the cool flesh.

This has been easy, almost easier than equipping the extra arms on the bear ghost.

How hard could it be to do the same with a human ghost?

He laughs as the bobcat whimpers under his glove.

Probably not very difficult at all.

[damianwaynerocks]

Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics fanfic

Dedicated to: @dannyphantom-justiceleauge

Summary: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, the no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

Words: 2032

ch 2 Masterlist

Chapter 1:

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Every city had its hero.

Gotham City? Batman. Metropolis? Superman. Central City? The Flash.

Amity Park? Danny Phantom.

Amity Park had mixed feelings about Phantom. Some said he was a helper, a true hero, keeping the town safe. Others said he was a criminal, doing nothing but wreaking havoc on the town. Either way, Phantom was known for one specific thing; fighting ghosts.

Which is what he was doing at the moment.

"I am!! The Box Ghost!!" a short, stocky ghost shouted. His eyes glowed blue and an aura of the same color surrounded the boxes crowding the back of a movie theater. "Beware!" he raised his arms and hurled three boxes at a figure who easily dodged.

"Come on, Box Ghost," a teenage boy with white hair and green eyes floating above the ground groaned. "I don't have time for this! I have to order the new Cheese Viking game before it sells out!"

"Beware!" The Box Ghost shouted again, throwing more boxes at the boy.

Danny Phantom rolled his eyes as his body became intangible, the boxes easily passing through it. He raised his arm, and a blast of bright green energy shot from his palm, hitting the Box Ghost square in the chest. The Box Ghost, with a grunt, was blown back into the brick wall of the movie theater.

Not wasting any time, Danny grabbed the thermos that he had strapped to his back and pointed it at the other ghost. In a flash of light, the Box Ghost was sucked into the thermos.

"Finally," Danny muttered as he took off into the sky.

Danny Phantom, his real name being Danny Fenton, was a sixteen-year-old halfa, or a ghost-human hybrid. He could switch between ghost and human form at will. He'd gotten his powers from an accident with the Ghost Portal, a portal in his home that was a bridge between the human world and the Ghost Zone, where every ghost resides.

Ghosts repeatedly escaped the Ghost Zone through this portal for one of three reasons; to wreak havoc on the human world, to kill Danny or both. Usually, it was the latter.

Danny returned to his house, passing through the walls of the building with intangibility and landing in the lab. He switched back to his human form in a flash of light, changing his hair color from white to black and his eyes from green to blue.

His family was made up of ghost hunters- aside from his sister -so they had an entire lab dedicated to ghost technology.

"Back you go, Boxy," Danny said as he released the Box Ghost into the portal. "Finally," he sighed, "Time to get Cheese Viking."

"No!" he shouted five minutes later at his computer. The new Cheese Viking, Danny's favorite game, had sold out.

"Danny!" a large man in an orange jumpsuit burst into the boy's room. "Are you okay!? Are you hurt!?"

"No, Dad, I'm fine," Danny replied to his father, Jack Fenton. "Except for that stupid Box Ghost making me too late to get Cheese Viking!"

He hadn't told his parents about his life as Phantom until he was fifteen. Well, it wasn't Danny who told them. His sister found him in his room passed out with a gaping hole in his side, and she had to tell their parents so they could help him.

Jack paused. "But.. you got him?" he asked cheerily. Danny smiled.

"Yeah. I got him." Jack slapped him on the back.

"Thatta boy!" he said with a grin. "Come on, Jazz got a letter from Wayne Enterprises and your mom wants the whole family to watch her open it!"

Jazz, Danny's sister, had just graduated high school and had applied for an internship at Wayne Enterprises, one of the largest businesses in the world. An internship there would kick-start her career in marketing. That was the reason she claimed, but Danny was sure that part of the reason was that Bruce Wayne, the billionaire who owned Wayne Enterprises, was cute.

"Finally!" Jazz, a girl with long red hair and a blue headband huffed. "I haven't been able to look for three hours! What were you out doing?"

"Uh, my job?" Danny smirked as he hopped over the back of the couch to sit on it. Jazz rolled her eyes.

"Open it, dear!" Their mom, Maddie Fenton, urged. Jazz grinned widely, opening the letter. Her smile grew, and she jumped up and down.

"I got it!" she squealed. "I got it!! I got the internship!!"

"That's great, Jazz!" the other three Fentons exclaimed at once. Jazz seemed to get even more excited as she continued reading the letter.

"And," she continued excitedly, "All the interns are expected to attend the next Wayne Gala with their families! All expenses paid!"

"Yes!" Jack cried. "We're going to New Jersey, baby!" As the entire family celebrated, Danny couldn't help but be suspicious. Jazz had applied late and while she was smart, she wouldn't have been anything special next to the other applicants.

Something was up. _

"So what, you think she only got accepted because of you?" A girl with short black hair raised an eyebrow as they walked through the halls of their high school. "Why, exactly?"

"Because, Sam," Danny responded to his girlfriend. "It's weird. I was looking at the Infi-map, and there's a portal to the Ghost Zone in Gotham that wasn't there a month ago. And get this? It's five miles away from Wayne Manor.”

"You think Bruce Wayne wants you out of the way for some plan?

"It wouldn't be the first time somebody did."

"But how would he even know who you are?" Sam Manson asked, "I mean, there's no way he knows that you're Phantom."

"Um, because he's Batman?" An African American boy walking beside them scoffed as though it was obvious. "Batman knows everything."

Danny and Sam laughed. "Tucker, seriously?" Danny shook his head in disbelief. "That conspiracy? Batman and Bruce Wayne have been seen at the same time in the same place multiple times.”

"Okay, well, you can clone yourself! Who's to say Batman can't? Or maybe it's a hologram! Or maybe it's one of his thousand children in the suit!" Tucker Foley counted on his fingers as he rattled off the various theories. His eyes widened, and he grabbed Danny's shoulders. "Dude, you have to get proof."

"There's no way I'd be able to get close enough to Bruce Wayne to prove anything."

"Then trick him!" Tucker said, his eyes bright. "Most of Bruce's adopted kids are boys with black hair and blue eyes! Just say you're an orphan and I bet he'll be like 'Of course you can stay, I am always down for more children."

"Okay, first of all," Danny began, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder and prying his friends arms off of him. “His son Damian? That kid scares me, he gives off Dash vibes. Did you see how he made that interviewer cry?"

A few months prior, a video had surfaced that showed Damian Wayne insulting a girl who was trying to give him an interview. The two-minute video ended with the girl crying.

"And second of all-" Danny was cut off as he was shoved to the ground. He looked up to see Dash Baxter, a muscular boy with blonde hair.

"Watch where you're going, Fen-freak," Dash sneered, "Before I shove your puny face into a locker!"

Danny gritted his teeth as he sat up. Dash had been picking on him from the beginning of high school. Two years later, he hadn't stopped.

On any other occasion, Danny would have said something in response, but Dash had already continued down the hall.

"Why can't you just zap him or something?" Tucker grumbled. "He's the worst!"

"Yeah, I know," Danny stood up, wiping dust off of his shirt. "But I can't. It isn't right."

"Your moral code is dumb," his friend snapped back.

"If you're going to Gotham," said Sam with a pointed look at Tucker. "Who's gonna be here to help with the ghosts?"

"I've got it covered," Danny replied swiftly, looking up. "Dani's coming down.  It'll be fine. I have to keep Jazz safe, and figure out what Brucie Wayne is up to."

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"I am sure Father would have a better plan than to invite some under-qualified intern to the Manor."

A seventeen-year-old boy with spiky black hair rolled his eyes. "Damian, she isn't under-qualified. She meets all of the qualifications for the internship."

The first boy, an Arab thirteen-year-old with the same spiky hair and bright green eyes, scoffed. "There is no way a person from some backwater town would have received the internship if we hadn't needed her brother."

Tim Drake and Damian Wayne, the youngest children of Bruce Wayne. Damian currently held the Robin mantle, while Tim used Red Robin. The brothers were in a large cave decked out with a plethora of high-tech equipment.

"Okay, but you think every place outside of Gotham is a backwater town." Tim pointed out as he swiveled his chair to face a massive computer.

"Amity Park is a backwater town. The citizens there are animals," Damian retorted, crossing his arms. "You just cannot see that because you are also a backwater type."

Tim laughed as he realized what the younger boy was basing his opinion on. "Damian, please tell me you haven't generalized an entire city just because of one tourist from Amity Park ran into you and spilled soda on your shirt."

"It was my favorite shirt! And that cretin did not even apologize!" Damian spat. "The nerve!"

"Okay, well, put aside your dumb grudge and think about the objective," Tim responded. "I think, if you look within that thing you call a soul, you can see that letting one intern that you think is under-qualified is worth getting Bruce back."

"Tt. I suppose," Damian admitted begrudgingly. "If this Danny Phantom character truly has the potential to save Father."

"He's the only one who can." Tim reminded him. "We can't get into the Ghost Zone without a ghost, and I don't think any of the ones we've seen so far would be willing to help," He paused. "Plus, don't the Fentons make ghost hunting gear? Who knows, maybe they have a ghost sword."

After a sudden wave of ghost attacks in Gotham, Bruce had poured in countless hours of research to find out as much as he could about ghosts. He had discovered that they came from another dimension and that there was one person who was an expert at fighting them; Danny Phantom of Amity Park. It didn't take very long for him to uncover Phantom's true identity.

"Tim! Dames!" a voice shouted. "My boys!" Tim and Damian looked towards the stairs and saw a taller man with black hair and blue eyes jump the railing of said stairs, landing in the Bat Cave.This was their oldest brother, Dick Grayson, also known as Nightwing. He grinned brightly. "How's it going?"

"Making sure that we have every possible outcome of this mission prepared for." Tim replied as he continued typing on the Bat Computer. Damian nodded.

“Yes, and so I have decided that I shall accompany them on this journey."

"Damian, no." his older brothers said at the same time. Damian scowled.

"Why not? I am plenty capable of-

"Because people would get suspicious if Batman suddenly didn't have a Robin," Dick answered, strolling towards the younger boy. "That's why Jason, Tim, and Stephanie are going. They won't be missed," He gave Tim a nervous look. "No offense."

"None taken," Tim replied, waving his hand. "Sorry Damian, you'd just get in the way."

"But I have died before!" Damian huffed, his hands clenching into fists. "That combined with my skills- which are far greater than yours, Drake, I might add -makes me much more qualified than you."

"Little D, dude, I just told you," Dick ruffled his younger brother's hair. "It'll be suspicious if you're gone. And besides, I need you. We're a great team."

"But my father is in there-"

"Master Damian-" their butler, Alfred Pennyworth, interrupted the trio's squabbling. "You won't be going anywhere until your homework is done."

"Homework? Finding my father is much more important than an essay on why the Roman empire fe-"

"Master Damian." Alfred repeated in a low tone. "Now."

Damian scowled as he trudged up the stairs. It didn't matter how tough the person was. When Alfred told you to do something, you do it. "I will be going with you, Drake!" he called behind his shoulder. "I promise you that!"

Dick and Tim exchanged a glance and rolled their eyes.

"Children."

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I lied this is the real, very serious cover art for my fic.

You ever see that one A Cinderella Story (2004) starring Hilary Duff movie poster? With the prom dress and the pink converse underneath?

Yeah. That's high art, right there. It can only be topped by the fact that in the actual movie, she tucks her bedazzled flip phone in the heel strap of her high-heels.

Danny's not gonna wear a dress for prom, and Dash definitely isn't wearing his jacket for it either, I just thought it'd be the funniest way to draw this poster.

Anyway, I actually have a bit of an author's note under the cut. So if you've been reading the fic I recommend you read on:

Get Danno'd

Don't worry, there's not an authors' note, it was just bait. Which you took. Fool.

But while I have you, here's a close-up of Dash's gorgeous little tiara

I cooked, I think.

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A Ghost-erella Story (yes that's what it's called) Chapter 5 is up!

Ideally I wanted to post this in a week or so, or when I had even more of the next few chapters written, but I've had a stressful day so am giving myself a little treat and am posting this now, instead.

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Woe, Ghost-erella Story chapter 6 be upon ye.

Chapter 7 is in the bank- for some reason it will be an incredibly timely christmas special (this is sarcasm, for the love of fuck I need to invest in a calendar)

Chapter 8 is half written too yeehaw.

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Chapter art-dump to go along with the very exciting (to me) update that A Ghost-erella Story yes that's what it's called officially has a beta reader!!! All currently posted chapters have been updated with writing that is actually legible and proper formatting.

Huge thank you to the wonderful @thegayonthemoon for helping me out with this! Check out their work!

[another-shameless-fangirl]

I have had this idea for Danny Phantom for the longest time like during the original airing this has been an idea like what if the ghost boy of Amity Park was so incredibly popular that people started trying to look into the origins of their hero and this hot shot writer comes through and does a bunch of historical research unearthing old pictures of The Amity Blizzard of '43 or whatever where the only reported death in town was an unnamed vagrant boy who was described as being a dark-haired boy whose hair was white with snow.

And then they write and publish an article online/print the story of their historical fiction tribute to the boy who was lost in the snow(explaining his ice powers) and his desire for justice (because WW2 and nazis) and this is definitely who the ghost boy was and how he lived and died and all he wants now is to save everyone from monsters and keep people safe and he'll do whatever he can to stop evil from taking over the world, ya know, because he was too young to fight in WW2. His name was William and he died how he lived, invisible because of social-class reasons.

It's a well-written, tragic story that really paints young Invisible William in a good light and it's wildly popular and the town finds his story so powerful and Angsty and public opinion is high but the whole time Danny reads it at his computer whispering "What The Fuck" to himself in the dark.