#dp fic

[paxopalotls]

My second piece for @invisobang!

This piece was done for my Invisobang collaboration with @ladylynse and @mysteryhat21, who are both incredibly talented and you should check out their other works as well!

Bait and Switch is available to read on both Ao3 and FFNet!

My works:

Part 1 | Part 2

Check out Mystery's amazing art for the fic too while you're here!

[thr-333]

Apparently I just use tumblr now to show off art I make of my new fics, which I personally think is valid. Back on the Danny Phantom train.

This time Alfred took Danny in, and he's freaking the batfamily out

Baby Bat-ler (4138 words) by Threee

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Alfred Pennyworth, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Cujo (Danny Phantom) Additional Tags: Alfred Pennyworth Adopts Danny Fenton, Alfred is dannys godfather, BAMF Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily (DCU), Protective Batfamily (DCU), Hijinks & Shenanigans, Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Danny Fenton Is So Done, Eldritch Danny Fenton, the batfam have no idea whats up with him, no matter how hard they try/dont try, Misunderstandings, Humor, Creepy Danny Fenton Summary: Alfred, godfather to Danny Fenton, ends up needing to take in the boy after his parents die in a lab accident. He has a simple request of the world's most paranoid family: don't investigate his godson. However, there is something seriously off about the kid who doesn't seem bothered by his parents' deaths whatsoever. Not sad. Not vindictive. Uncaring. All while odd things keep happening around him. Things he says border on nonsensical. They have no idea what's up with Danny Fenton… but Alfred said to trust in him.

tw: dead bodies below the cut, not graphic

Their new house guest has dead fish eyes and Dick is definitely not ok with it.

[tired-art247]

Hey, man, we all can't be like you -- I wish we were all rose-colored too

{Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore}

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Smashing this song and my headcanon that Dash's dad is in the GIW together to make a fic Idea where the GIW finds out Danny's identity and tells on him to his parents in their hunt for phantom --

Dash's dad leads the operation, him and his team (along with the Fenton parents) cornering Danny after school while he's hiding/running away from Dash, forcing transform in order to get away; unbeknownst to either party, Dash witnesses everything and runs after Phantom to try and help.

Que the two stumbling into and getting trapped in the ghost zone in a confused scuffle while Danny's trying to escape, now on the run from three (3) parents and one (1) secret government organization.

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I kinda wanna use this premise to explore how Dash would progress through learning Phantom is Danny, and then (separately!) becoming a better person--

-- I think he'd be super annoying about it at first; idolizing Danny, pestering him a bunch about how cool it is to have ghost powers, generally acting way too close with him, and completely pushing aside how he treated Danny before the revelation.

Most of the situations we see Dash become friendly towards/respectful of Danny in-show are usually after Danny has shown himself to be physically strong/confident (see: Pirate Radio), and even then, Dash doesn't proceed to do any introspection at all and continues to bully him.

Conclusion: Learning Phantom = Danny would not be enough to trigger a redemption arc for Dash. This boy needs to learn some empathy.

Dash actively witnessing Danny having issues despite being powerful as Phantom (i.e. fearing and having to run from his parents, the toll fighting ghosts takes on his school/life/mental health, etc.), as well as being confronted with how privileged he is himself (having a loving, attentive family, being much better off financially, etc.) would force him into being more introspective.

Throw in him realizing the parallel between how the GIW treats Phantom with how he treats Danny (i.e. indiscriminate & unreasonable anger & violence), and -boom!- it clicks for him

[starry-bi-sky]

The Anita Ekberg Treatment

Jazz Fenton is not blind to her social reputation in the ever-evolving food chain of Lemures Middle School.

Why would she be?

She’s curated it since the second grade, when she was sick and tired of being picked on by her classmates for reasons involving her parents’ occupations, and the teachers wouldn’t help her. Just like they wouldn’t — and didn’t — help Danny.

It was armor for herself. Fighting back physically or verbally wouldn’t do anything, since she already knew the teachers wouldn’t take her side. She’d seen it happen to the other kids that were disliked like she was. She was at a natural disadvantage that her other classmates were free from.

Fighting openly only got people in bigger trouble and their tormentors more ammo.

So she took the opposite approach. The “kill em with kindness” approach.

Make everyone like her to the point they won’t feel the need to be mean to her anymore.

If that fails, make enough friends that any of her enemies will risk tanking their own reputation trying to cross her.

And, quite smugly, Jazz is happy to say it worked.

This is all to say—

Jazz knows she’s popular. Very popular. And while she couldn’t care less about the “celebrity rankings” that followed around everyone like a stain, that didn’t mean she didn’t know she was solidly in the “S-List” in the eyes of most everyone else.

(A list that her baby brother’s “popular” bullies will never even touch, on account that they’re only popular because they’re mean and have the backing of the teachers.)

(As opposed to Jazz herself and all the other S-List kids, who were popular because they’re nice to everyone and had the backings of the teachers to boot.)

It suited her just fine.

It meant she got away with everything, could talk to anybody regardless of their own social standing, and that anybody who cared about the rankings would listen to just about anything she said, regardless of the request or the reason.

It also meant that she knew just about anything, and everyone told her everything.

Which brought her to her next problem.

“Weston’s creeping again?” Spike asks, frowning as he leans against the wall beside her. His jewelry jangles against his arms pleasantly, and his presence is almost a soothing balm to Jazz’s soul.

Keyword: Almost.

The simmering, protective fury bubbling up inside her chest burns just a liittle too hot to be appeased by anything less than Wes Weston’s weasely little head on a spike.

Jazz promptly pulls her mouth back into a hiss, and spits out a quiet, vitriolic: “Yes.”

Wes Weston: a fourteen year old, ginger-haired boy in Jazz’s 8th grade class that’s been stalking her twelve year old baby brother since the beginning of the academic year. Maybe even before that.

Where Jazz is standing, she has a clear view of Danny and his friends huddled in a little alcove. Danny’s hiding a bruise on his cheek that he couldn’t get to heal fast enough this morning, when an impromptu ghost attack occurred during breakfast.

Jazz had distracted their parents to give him the time to run off, and when she ran into him at the school gate a few minutes ago, she stuffed a few snacks into his hands that she snagged from the pantry. He didn’t get to eat.

He’s leaning into Tucker’s side, some of his curls squishing against his friend’s shoulder, and he’s laughing at something Sam said.

The sight makes Jazz fond beyond words. Danny deserves his pockets of joy, he does so much for the city and never gets acknowledged for it.

What doesn’t make her fond, however, is being able to see the back of Weston’s head, peering around the corner — because Lemures is built strangely and asymmetrically, and Jazz is at a diagonal that allows her a great deal of sight across the quad — and watching her little brother.

There are other students around, coagulating in groups with their friends, but they’re hardly paying him much mind.

There are no teachers. They’re all inside, watching the kids in the gym, waiting to be dismissed for first period.

Jazz digs her nails into her palms and folds her arms into her chest, forcing some sort of pressure on herself so she doesn’t go up behind Weston and drag him to the ground by his stupid hair.

(It’d be the only fight Jazz Fenton would get in, and she has plenty of get-out-of-jail free cards to get away with it. It’d be only a slap on the wrist for her, and utter social death for Wes Weston.)

(All she would have to do is tell the truth anyways: Weston has been stalking her little brother. She has plenty of friends to confirm it for her — they’ve seen it too, both by her asking to snoop on her behalf, and witnessing it themselves independently — and even more willing to lie for her.)

(But if she did that, word would get out. “Danny Fenton has a stalker” would blaze through the grades like a bushfire.)

(It’d reach Danny’s ears, and it’d reach his bullies’ ears too. He’d be horrified and ashamed that something like that was found out, and they’d have material to attack him with.)

It’s a very near thing.

From the corner of her eye, Spike side-eyes her. “Do you want me to get him for you?” He asks, a displeased lilt in his voice.

Jazz’s eyes narrow; she tries to blow up Weston’s head with her gaze alone. “No.” ‘Not yet’ she almost says, because she’s terribly tempted.

Spike’s not as popular as she is, and he’s been in fights before. He can’t get it on his disciplinary record, and she’d need to gag-order him not to tell the teachers why he did it. It’d be a lose-lose all around, and only temporary relief.

She needs to figure out what to do, and fast. She’s been trying to take it slow ever since she found out about Weston’s stalking habit, gathering evidence and witness statements, plotting with her best friends on what to do.

But she’s not sure how much more of it Danny can take.

He’s trying to hide it, but it’s fraying on his mental state. She can tell.

(Jazz is not blind, and there’s a reason she picked up psychology after he died in their HOUSE had his accident. It was to help figure out what was wrong.)

(Like all the times before, it was coming in about as handy as Cassandra’s curse.)

And he has so much to deal with already.

(Jazz peeked into his room once. It was 3am and she woke up sweating from the heater. She’d gone to mess with the thermostat in the hallway, and saw Danny’s glow from beneath his door.)

(She’d laid down flat on the floor to peer underneath, too nervous to actually knock and offer her assistance.)

(They’ve been getting close again ever since Danny told her about dying his powers. But there’s still a glass wall there that Jazz can’t climb yet.)

(She misses the way their relationship used to be, the grief gnaws in the pit of her chest like a gaping wound some nights.)

(But she’d peered under the door one night anyways, and saw him bleeding out across the carpet. Green, viscous, with Danny staring blankly at the ceiling like a corpse.)

(The same way she found him in Mom’s arms the day of his accident. This time, he wasn’t breathing.)

He looks so tired these days when he thinks nobody’s looking. Jazz is always looking out for her baby brother.

So she has to do something soon, before Weston breaks off more of whatever’s left of him.

(Vlad’s doing enough of that already. She’s never forgiven herself for encouraging their family to stay in that house and allowing Masters to get his hands on Danny.)

(She should’ve stayed close. Shouldn’t have left him alone. She wants to snap Vlad’s neck some days.)

(Jazz doesn’t know when she became so violent. Probably around the same time her brother died.)

Her thoughts trail off as she sees Weston shift, tilting to the side — for a fleeting, glorious moment, she thinks he’s going to leave — and reaching into the pocket of his jacket.

He pulls out his phone — Jazz’s stomach twists — and taps his thumb across it briefly. Turning back towards Danny, she catches, even from a distance, the familiar buttons of the camera app.

(She’s had her SUSPICIONS—)

Her blood runs cold.

Wes Weston is dead meat.

[surelysilly]

may 26th: horror

Who said you could leave me?

woke up to an impression in my bed (good night, good night, good night) 

[writingloudlyhappy]

Danny starts using his unique biology to make safety videos teaching about injuries and how to care for them. The realism (despite the blood shown being green “clearly” to fight censorship) is startling and causes not only much speculation about how they managed it, but also praise for being so accurate.

Danny* keeps up a balance of serious tone and humor that keeps a variety of people around. He reminds people at the beginning and end of every video that in an emergency most victims and non-medical will forget all of what he shows and that it’s okay. Medical personnel outside of the situation are the ones responsible for learning and remembering what he talks about.

*(does he use his actual name, his online username, or something else?)

What truly gets him attention, happens during a video a year into the channel’s first video. Just a few minutes in, a girl that looks like a slightly younger version of Danny comes running in excited and then panics. She clearly doesn’t know he’s just demonstrating which makes him have to stop and calm her. Most of the situation is cut out, but after Danny moves on a viewer notices the girl’s voice behind camera calling him “mom”

For Dani, also Ellie, it started as a joke. Soon enough after the reveal to Jazz though, she has the two sit down for a talk about their situation. She makes it clear, gently, how important it is for themselves and the rest of the family to have their feelings out in the open. In a(n at the time) rare moment of seriousness for them both, they actually talk. Danny has always wanted to be a mother, but was afraid of judgement for it as he’s transmasc. Ellie genuinely thinks of him as her mother and really wants to have a mom. She can’t help feeling like Vlad is her father, but she recognizes he’s a bad one. Danny’s been infinitely better so far even when he made mistakes. So, they stick with it. The only noticeable change is their level of affection.

Now, Danny has been blatant about being trans even in public, so it’s honestly unsurprising people start to question the mystery girl’s origins; after the rapid spreading of her address of him, specifically. Surprisingly, the only thing he addresses is that he, his family, and friends deserve privacy. No words to clarify anything beyond a boundary. The discussions of “MG” and Danny’s relationship don’t stop, though they become less prevalent on the platforms he’s active on.

DC crossover below

Some people begin digging farther than they should and find a suspicious lack of information and/or amount of resistance. This eventually ends up on Tim Drake’s radar. He finds the channel by chance; is interested, then fascinated, then fixated. Now the man is determined to figure out why Danny has such weird levels of privacy for a- “micro internet” or not -celebrity.

[thewatcherofrealms]

Lazarus Danny

Imma keep it simple.

Most times DPxDC stories have the Lazarus Pits be corrupted Ectoplasm that’s either runoff of random ghosts or Pariah Dark.

Some other stories have Danny be hundreds to thousands years old (sometimes he’s as old as the universe)

Why not have a story in where Ghost King/Ancient Danny bleeds and some of that Ecto ends up in the DCU and becomes the Lazarus Pits and those who were either killed or brought back to life by it ends up connect to Phantom down to their very souls.