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Day 27: Ghost 🎃

Beware of mischievous spirits who love to tickle drifters in the Ghost Zone! (⌯^𖥦^⌯)

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Here's a prompt. Its cute, I swear. How about, what if Dan decided that he was gonna get Arin back for all the times he tickled him? So when he attacks Arin, he realizes Arin isn't ticklish, and Arin takes his revenge with no mercy of any sort? ( I know Arin probably is, but lets say hypothetically he's not, you know? )

!! I love this and I hate this but I mostly love it so you've surpassed me.

Around a month ago, Arin had found out that Dan was ticklish, and ever since then, he was doing his damnedest to exploit it. The first couple of times, Dan knew when to expect it, because Arin was pretty obvious with it.

But starting a week ago, Arin was using surprise attacks against him. Dan never knew when to expect it because Arin was so random with it. It could be the second he comes out of his bedroom door, or as he’s walking into the kitchen, or even during a grumps session.

It wasn’t necessarily getting out of hand, but that didn’t mean that Dan didn’t want revenge.

Dan was panting lightly on the floor, with Arin straddling his hips, his hands resting on his thighs. “Well that was fun, wasn’t it?”

Dan couldn’t stop smiling. Yes, but damn, did that tire him down. His bones felt weak and so did his voice- Arin had gotten him good. “You.. You know, one day… One day I’m gonna get you back…” Dan said.

Arin merely shrugged at this, smiling as well. “I don’t really see that ever happening.” He stood from his spot (quite comfy for such a boney man) and grabbed Dan’s wrist, pulling him up to stand with him.

“I’m gonna go make dinner while you sit here and fuss.” Arin told him, still smiley as ever. Dan let himself fall on the couch, slumping from the weakness the attack brought.

“Fine, fine.” Dan slurred. Arin leaned down and gave him a kiss on the head before leaving him on the couch to do exactly what Arin had said he’d do.

Once Arin left the room, Dan sighed, defeated by his boyfriend. Today was the day he’d planned to get back at him. But when?

After some thinking, Dan had come to the conclusion that if Arin liked to play dirty, then so did he. Arin likes surprise attacks, eh? Well…

Then so does Dan.

After dinner, Arin was planning them to do one last grumps session and call it a night. But Dan had different plans.

“Hey Arin? Could you do me a favor?”

“What?” Arin responded without looking up from the game box. “Could you turn the tv on manually? As in like, push the button on the tv?”

Arin looked up questioningly. “What? Why?” He smirked. “I may have… Lost… The remote.” Dan lied, acting embarrassed and slightly ashamed. He was very good at this. Thankfully, he didn’t have to do it often.

“But you’re like… Right there, in front of it.” Arin whined mockingly. “But I’m laaazyyyyy.” Dan whined back. “Plus you’re already standing up!”

Arin sighed playfully. “Fine.” The second Arin had his back turned to the tv, searching with his fingers to find the bump of a button, Dan stood up quickly and quietly, sneaking up behind him and grabbing him from behind, making Arin gasp in shock. He trapped him in a bear hug, and squeezed his sides relentlessly.

But surprisingly, after a couple seconds of tickling, he got no reaction other than Arin jumping when he felt Dan grab him from behind. So his hands traveled upward, to his ribs. No reaction there. Underarms?

…Not even a flinch!

Reluctantly, Dan dropped his arms and let his boyfriend go. “Arin… Are you not-” Arin turned. “Ticklish? Nope. Not even a little.” Dan gawked.

“How… How could you not be ticklish?!” Arin stiffened, blinking dumbly at the sudden rage. “You’re the most funny, laughy, silly guy I’ve met! And you’re not even the slightest bit ticklish? Anywhere?!”

Arin frowned at seeing his friend upset, especially since it was so rare. “I’m sorry, Dan. I can’t help it. It’s just… How I am.”

Dan leaned on Arin’s chest, groaning in defeat once again. Arin held him closer, stroked his hair and embraced the warmth he brought. Still, Arin found this whole thing pretty funny.

“Why are you so upset?” He asked, laughing. Dan looked up at him with a grumpy look on his face. “I just wanted some damn revenge!”

Arin stared blankly before giving him a surprised look. “Wait a minute, ‘revenge’?”

Dan gulped- he had made a mistake. He never should’ve… Oh jeez.

Dan let go of Arin’s arms from the hug he’d been given, scared to be in the arms of this man. “I just thought that it would be fun. Y-you know, like how you say it’s fun when you tickle me… Right?”

Arin shook his head, chuckling like he knew some joke Dan didn’t. “Oh yeah, you’re right. I get how it is to want revenge, I toootally get it.” Arin grasped Dan’s wrists and pulled them to his own sides, forcing Dan to hug him.

Arin wrapped his arms around Dan as well. “Now, let’s just forget about this, okay?” Arin dropped his head on Dan’s shoulder, implying that he do the same. Luckily, Dan got the memo and rested his head on Arin’s shoulder, even though he didn’t feel like fully trusting this man.

That’s when Arin struck, using his right hand to squeeze Dan’s side repeatedly while the left was busy scribbling away at his other side.

Immediately, Dan started squirming in Arin’s hold, but he couldn’t seem to wriggle away from him. Every time he tried to veer back, one of Arin’s hands kept him stuck to his chest. “Ahahaha- sh-shihihit, Arihihin! Lehet mehehehe gohohoho!” His laughter switched from giggling to cackling when an unfair hand snuck up Dan’s ribs to his underarm.

“Why should I? You obviously don’t care about my feelings in all this!” Arin stopped his fingers, knowing Dan might not be able to talk while laughing like that.

Dan took the chance to regain his breath and composure, shaking slightly from the leftover giggles. “But… Arin, ihit’s not fair! You tickle me all the time, just like right now!”

“Life’s not fair, sweetheart.” Arin winked at him before pushing him closer to his chest and squeezing his sides again. Dan couldn’t help but blush of course. He jerked violently, doing his best to break free of Arin’s grip, but he had no such luck, and finally stopped writhing.

Arin smiled wider when he felt Dan’s squirming replaced with a firm grip on his shoulder, like he was trying to focus on staying still in the hug he was trapped in. He felt the grip loosen in weakness every couple of seconds. “Oh my god, you’re so cute!” Arin gushed.

Though muffled in Arin’s other shoulder, he could still make up Dan’s denying words. “Shuhuhut uhuhup, dihihick!”

“Oh, I’m the dick? Who just tried to tickle poor, innocent me for no reason?”

Dan blush went brighter as he heard Arin’s toying voice. He could be so childish sometimes. “Stohop mahaking me lohohook bahahad!” Dan exclaimed through his laughter.

“Nah, you deserve this!” Arin assured him. He let go of Dan momentarily (who probably could barely tell through all his laughter) and forced him to the floor. Dan started to pull away, but with strength, Arin sat him down in front of him, strangled his waist with his legs, and shoved both hands under Dan’s arms.

Dan quickly fell to pieces, trying his best to dislodge Arin’s arms from his worst spot, but found he couldn’t in the spot he was in. After a few moments of desperate struggling, Dan curled in on himself in helplessness, knowing there was nothing else he could do but beg.

“ARIHIHIN, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Please more? Odd request, but okay!” Dan was shaking like mad, maybe from the laughing, maybe from the unintentional squirming, he didn’t really know.

“Remember this, Dan. Karma gets you good.” But Dan could barely hear Arin’s wise words, nor did he really care for them. After a repeated cycle of Dan almost jerking away from Arin’s unrelenting hands and failing, Dan’s laughter went silent, and all that was left was a very unstable Dan, curling in on himself as best he could.

Arin knew he’d had enough, so instead of continuing (even though he still wanted to), he took back his hands, and let them soothe Dan’s back, gently and softly, and let Dan free by pulling his legs off of him.

It took Dan a minute to realized the tickling had stopped, the tingly feeling was very powerful. But once he registered the feeling of Arin stroking him like that, he knew he was done.

Dan didn’t even try to speak, he knew all that would come out would be unclear. So instead, he turned around and punched him in the shoulder. Hard.

He’ll never try it again.

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Maybe Lee!Ratchet [TFA] or Lee!Danny Phantom, please?

Who’s gonna tell him he totally wandered into the ghost zone on to get attacked on purpose cuz he was in a lee mood? >w<

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Ok ok ONE more self indulgent Danny Phantom tkl drawing (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)✨ (I dunno how to draw Ghost Zone backgrounds afjslxn I TRIED 😭)

Lesson learned: Don’t be cheeky towards the Ghost of Time, he knows everything 🕰️

Also, this is probably gonna be the last time I spend a lot of effort detailing a drawing like an actual comic strip QwQ (my hand hurts now) /hj

[mushyblushyredhead]

Your Danny phantom fic was absolutely amazing!!! There’s so few of them so I will definitely cherish this one. I would love to see more Danny phantom from you!

Aaaa thank you, anon! 🥹🥹🫶🏻 Now that my Danny Phantom hyperfixation has returned, I’ll definitely do more fluffy fics and art! (*'▽'*) I’m even going to add DP to the boop booth poll list if we wanna tk wreck the ghost bean 👀👀

But speaking of more Danny Phantom…

*drops this and sprints into the Ghost Zone*

Illustration based on this fic! (Mentioned above)

I am SO LER for this ghost bean!!! LOOK AT HIMMMM 🥺🥺✨ HHDAJKLFHAJX GET WRECKED, GHOST BOY /hj

Ok BYE I just flustered myself agAin 😭 and now I’m in a massive lee mood 🕳️ 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

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A Phantom Menace—Danny Phantom 👻

Summary: When Danny has another run in with Johnny 13 and Shadow, he thinks he’s in for an easy night. Until, Shadow makes a rather embarrassing albeit amusing discovery about the halfa that changes Johnny’s outlook about him from then on.

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Word Count: 5k

♡ Originally posted on my FanFiction!

This is a tickle fic. Don’t like? Don’t read.

A Phantom Menace—Danny Phantom

Halfa ghost hero, Danny Fenton, cruised through the night sky, patrolling Amity Park as usual for any possible ghost sightings. So far, all seemed calm and quiet. Satisfied, he was just about to call it a night when his ghost sense went off, sending a freezing chill up his spine.

The sound of a motorcycle cut through the silent air. Danny recognized that engine sound as a flash of green zipped past him. There was only one ghost he knew who would drive a motorcycle, especially so recklessly.

He soared through the sky, following the ghost’s trail. When he finally caught up, Danny could see it was none other than Johnny 13 and his creepy ghost shadow companion.

Danny gasped as he saw Johnny phase through a jewelry store, and snag several pieces of jewelry from a display case. “Really? Robbing jewelry stores now?” he asked himself. “This’ll be a piece of cake.” He smirked confidently, and floated next to the biker ghost.

“So,” Danny’s sudden voice made Johnny flinch and whip around. “Robbing jewelry stores now? Geez, are you that desperate to impress a girl so badly by pretending you’re a rebel?”

The biker ghost frowned. “Stay out of my way, ghost kid. You have no idea the pressure I’m under as of late.”

“Oho touched a nerve there, didn’t I?” Danny smirked.

“Just—“ Johnny sighed. “Look, kid, I don’t want any trouble tonight. I only came here so I could get something nice for my lady.”

Danny scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“Whatever,” Johnny spat. “To put it shortly: my girlfriend and I had a spat; Kitty’s been nagging about how I’ve never gotten her anything nice in the last two years we’ve been dating, but that’s so not true. We’ve only been dating a year and eleven months!”

Danny couldn’t help but bark a laugh. “Well no wonder she’s so ticked at you!”

“You just don’t get it. Our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship is complicated.”

Danny snorted. “Well, yeah. When you’re the boyfriend.”

The biker ghost scowled. The nerve of this kid! Johnny internally fumed. How is this brat seriously supposed to be the ‘Savior of the Ghost Zone?’”

“Just stay out of my way!” Johnny growled again. “I’m here just trying to find the things my kitten hinted that she wanted, and I’m not going to let some bratty 12-year-old stop me!”

“12? I’m 14! Get your facts right!” Danny spat as he fired his ecto-plasma rays from his palms.

Johnny revved up his motorcycle and bolted as the halfa pursued him. He kept dodging the ghost teen’s ecto beams until one struck him in the side, knocking him off his motorcycle.

Danny hovered over the older ghost, his hands pulsing threateningly. “All right, soon-to-be-single Pringle, give it up. Hand over the stuff, and I just might let you off the hook easy.”

Johnny let out a chuckle. “Wish I could, little dude, but heh…my pockets are empty.” Danny followed his gaze, and his eyes widened when he saw Shadow making off with the stolen goods.

He quickly flew after Shadow, who merely growled in response and hugged the jewelry closer as Danny caught up.

Danny fired ecto beam after ecto beam, growing a little more frustrated every time Shadow easily dodged his attack. Until, a blast struck Shadow hard enough for it to cry out in pain and collapse on top of the roof of a building.

It turned into a scuffle in the next moment as Danny wrestled with Shadow to get the stolen jewelry back. He was starting to lose his patience with this stubborn phantom, until he had enough. Grunting, he hurled Shadow towards an illuminated football field, and fired another round of plasma rays.

The combined power of illuminating blinding light and ecto-plasmic energy was enough to make Shadow screech in pain, and dissolve into thin air.

Danny swooped below and caught the jewelry before it could hit the ground. Feeling triumphant, his mood only increased when he saw the look on the older ghost’s face.

“Dang it, kid! Why do you always have stick your face in someone else’s business?!”

“Hey, you come into my world, wreak havoc, and I stop you. That’s how this is supposed to go,” Danny replied as he phased through the window display, putting the jewels back. “So unless you want me to stop ‘sticking my face in your business,’ how about not committing any crimes here?”

Johnny growled, angrily revving up his engine. "That's it! I have had it with you! I was being nice before, but not anymore! Shadow, keep him busy!"

Danny barely had time to register anything before he was thrown against a wall by Johnny's unlucky apparition companion. From the corner of his eye, he saw the biker ghost sped off. "Oh, no you don't!" He scuffled with Shadow until he blasted the dark apparition off of him.

Then, he raced after Johnny and saw him phasing through a closed Fresh Topic store. Danny sighed. "Seriously? I don't have time for this joker!"

The teen ghost was about to phase through the entrance, when Johnny whipped past him, making off with a pair of platform goth boots. "Hey! You have to pay for that, speed demon!"

He pursued Johnny again before appearing right in front of him, and snatching the boots right out of his clutches. "Ha! Too slow!"

Johnny had enough of this cocky kid. And his patience had run out. "Shadow, sic him!"

Danny yelped as his ankle was grabbed, and he was hurled against the roof of a building. He was about to get up, but realized he couldn't as Shadow had him pinned. He tried to go intangible but the second he tried, Shadow zapped him threateningly, making him cry out in pain.

Getting the message, Danny refrained from going intangible but still squirmed uncomfortably against the shadow's grip.

Johnny hovered over him again, sighing angrily. "Look, little freakazoid, hand them over. They're supposed to be a surprise gift for Kitty, and I gotta give them to her in time before she changes her mind about me."

"Wait, she's here, too?"

"Of course she is," replied Johnny. "That's why I brought us here. First, she says she likes some neat jewelry, but now, she wants these platform boots from Fresh Topic."

Danny's surprised look melted into a scowl. "Oh. Well hearing you explain that...changes nothing!"

"Dang it, punk! You really are a brat, you know that?!" Johnny scowled back. "Hand them over! Now!"

Danny hugged the boots closer. "Forget it!"

The biker ghost raised a glowing fist threateningly towards the teen's face, hoping to scare him into obligating, but Danny simply shook his head defiantly.

"Shadow, get me the stuff."

Obeying, Shadow made a grab for the boots. Grunting, Danny managed to dodge Shadow's grasps each time, making the black apparition growl in annoyance. It wasn't until Shadow's hand missed again, and ended up accidentally squeezing Danny's side as a result that made the situation curve. The reaction was instantaneous; Danny let out a squeak of surprise that startled not only him, but Johnny and his unlucky shadowy figure.

After a painfully awkward pause, Johnny finally asked, "Uh, what was that?"

"N-None of your bees-cheese, idiot!" Danny tried to keep his voice steady, mentally cringing at the way his voice cracked.

"Nah, that definitely sounded like something." Johnny turned his attention to his shadow. "Shadow, what did you do?" It shrugged in response, then repeated the action by squeezing the ghost boy's side again.

Danny wasn't expecting to be attacked in the same spot again, so he couldn't hold back the embarrassingly high-pitch squeak that came out of his mouth. Blush began coating the teen boy's cheeks, but he tried to mask it by grunting and squirming with vigor. "Let me go already!"

It took the biker ghost a moment to realize what was happening. But once he finally connected the dots, a wicked smile spread across his face. "Oho, I see what it is." He leaned down to Danny's eye level. "You're all jumpy because you're ticklish, right?"

Danny cringed at the word, squirming more. His blush darkened a little, and his eyes averted elsewhere. "What? N-No! No, I'm not. That's a dumb question, I'm not—I wasn't—I'm just not, okay?!"

"Geez, kid. It was just a simple yes or no question. No need to get your ghost tail in a twist." Johnny couldn't help but tease and relinquish in this newfound information. It felt refreshing to finally take the halfa down a few pegs. Normally, the ghost boy was so cocky and overconfident, but this time he looked so timid and defeated. Not to mention, vulnerable.

It was at this moment that made the biker ghost realize Danny Phantom was not just the halfa hero of the Ghost Zone, but he was just a kid. A kid putting himself in danger all the time when fighting with all these other older ghosts who wanted nothing more than to destroy him.

It made Johnny rethink for a moment: was fighting this kid worth it? Holding that grudge against him all the time? Sure, this kid got on his nerves from time to time, but he was still a kid. A kid who was also half human, and maintained a human life in the real world unlike the rest of them, who couldn't.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he noticed the halfa curled up on one side while shielding his other previously assaulted side with his free hand. A dead giveaway.

Johnny smirked. Why didn't he think of this earlier? It was so obvious. He briefly recalled previous memories of him smothering Kitty with ticklish kisses whenever she was pouty or refused to give him back his jacket, and it worked like a charm every time. Surely, this would work on the ghost child, too.

"Shadow?" Said entity perked up. Johnny flashed a devilish smirk towards Danny, who grew nervous at that look. "Tickle wreck this little squirt until he hands Kitty's gift over. And don't be merciful about it, either."

“What?!” Danny cried out, his voice cracking again. He squirmed with all his might, tried to go intangible, but his brain was already too flustered enough to concentrate. Out of all the things that could've happened to him, this was by far the worst. Even worse than the time seeing Vlad's computer screen composed of pictures of his mom.

In his flustered state, Danny didn't realize how his physical strength would be sapped quickly as Shadow was easily able to peel his arm away, and hold it up next to his head. As a last defense, Danny tried kicking the shadowy figure away, but it quickly caught his flailing legs with its sleek black tail.

Now fully secured and feeling more vulnerable than ever, Danny was a flustered stuttering mess. He wanted nothing more than to sink through the ground. Unfortunately, intangibility wasn't with him at the moment.

Seeing the flustered panicked look on the boy's face made Johnny chuckle. "Last chance, kid. Give me what I want, and I'll let you go. And you might never hear from me ever again.”

Danny shot him a glare. "Well, forget it! I know that's a big, fat lie!"

Johnny shrugged. "Suit yourself. Shadow, get 'im."

"Wait, no—! NO! NAAAAhahahaha! St-Stohohohohop!" Danny shrieked with high-pitched giggles as Shadow rapidly squeezed his side. "N-Nohoho! Cuhuhut ihihit out! Ahahahaha! I cahahan't tahahake it!"

"If you can still talk and form sentences, you can still take a lot more," teased Johnny. He had to admit, seeing the once fearless and quippy hero reduced to a puddle of child-like giggles was such an adorable sight to see. It almost made him forget why he was mad at him in the first place. Almost.

"Nohoho I ca—AAAEEEEEheeheehee! Nohohoho!" Danny squealed and giggled louder as Shadow switched tactics; moving upwards to ruthlessly dig into his ribs. He squirmed harder, his grip starting to loosen on the boots he was still clutching. "NoHOHOHO! Nohohoho! C'mon, nohohoho!"

"Y'know, you keep saying 'no, no', but you still don't wanna give me the prize and save you the torture." Johnny reached to grab the boots from the ghost boy's already loosened grip, but immediately Danny tightened his grip once more and shook his head defiantly. "Nohohoho!"

"See?" Johnny couldn't help but laugh at the reaction. "You're making this so much harder than it needs to be. Just give it up, squirt. I know you can't take much more."

"Go drihihihive ohohoff a clihihihihiff, moron!" Danny spat through his screechy giggles.

Johnny snorted. This kid sure had guts even in the position he was in. "Fine. Your funeral, you little brat." He cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect. "Make some room, Shadow."

The black entity scooched aside and opted to attack the ghost boy's stomach while Johnny went to work on his underarm. Johnny snatched Danny's free wrist and yanked it up, immediately digging rapid moving fingers into the exposed underarm. Danny arched his back with a loud squeal. Having both his underarm and now his stomach scribbled with no mercy made him screech with hysterics. "AAAAAHEEEEEheheeheeheehEEEEEK! NAAAAhahahaHAHAHAO! Dohohohon't—! NahaHAHAHA! StAAAAAhahahahap!"

"You know what to do to make me stop," Johnny said over the ghost boy's adorable laughter. "C'mon, kid!" he added, switching from scribbling all five fingers from his underarm to his ribs, making Danny jolt with another screech. "Kitty'll be here any minute! And if she sees me empty-handed, she'll make me double dead!"

Despite the unbearable ticklish sensations, Danny still found his sassiness. "S-SUHUhuhucks fohohor youhoohoohoo!"

Johnny gasped in offense, then hissed at his unlucky entity when he heard it chuckle at those words. "Still giving me lip, huh?" He pinned his wrist securely over his head and nodded to Shadow, who sat on top of Danny's legs, black claws wiggling threateningly over his torso. "Give up now before I make you double dead?"

Danny bit his lip and giggled, stubbornly shaking his head. "No?" Danny suddenly jolted with a squeak as he felt Shadow's claws slowly tug up the top half of his costume, exposing his belly. He shivered as the cold night air grazed his skin. Anticipatory tingles raced all the way from his fingertips to his toes. "How about now?" Gathering up what remaining courage—and sass—he had, Danny held his chin high and stuck his tongue out at the older ghost.

"Wrong answer," Johnny smirked. "Now, you're just asking for it."

Danny shut his eyes, bracing for the worst. But when nothing happned after a few seconds, he curiously opened one eye, only to shut it and burst into hysterics as he was mercilessly tickled again. "AAAAAAAHEHEHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAO! NOHOHOT AGAHAHAHIN, PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!" He squirmed like a worm on a hook as he tried to arch away from the evil tickling fingers, but that proved to be futile. Johnny had his wrist securely held over his head while he scribbled and dug ruthlessly into his underarm while Shadow rapidly clawed at his belly, occasionally moving upwards to dig inbetween his ribs.

And now with his tummy completely exposed and no longer covered by his costume, it just made things even worse. Which, Shadow seemed to catch on, since it could clearly see this was a bad spot for the ghost boy. The dark entity took note of which actions caused which reactions. When it scribbled against the teen's sides, he scrunched his nose and giggled cutely. When it moved higher towards his ribs, his giggling got more high-pitched and he squirmed more rapidly, shaking his head. And when he focused the tickling against the center of his belly, that's when the halfa's reactions got more frantic and adorable.

Shadow noticed that softer tickles made Danny squeal like a baby hyena, and made his tummy twitch adorably. Rapidly digging and wriggling its claws into his belly caused him to screech like a girl, arch, and emit high-pitched cackles while he shook his head more frantically. And if Shadow leaned a little too closely towards his stomach, Danny's eyes would widen and he'd squirm more frantically, shaking his head so fast Shadow was sure he'd get a headache. That last reaction was a bit odd to the shadow. It almost seemed like Danny was afraid it was going to eat him alive.

Unable to contain it anymore, Danny began begging through hysterics. "PLEEEEEAHEEHEEHEASE! PLEASE NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! I-I PRAHAHAHAMISE I'LL GIHIHIHIVE YOU BAHAHAHACK THE STUHUHUFF! JUST PLEAHEEHEEHEEEEASE! GEHET AHAHAHA—OFF ME! A-AND GET YOUR STUHUHUHUPID SHAHAHADOW OFF!"

Johnny peered up, and grinned as he watched his cheeky shadow reduce the ghost boy to near tears with the tickle assault on his tummy. "Death spot of yours?" Danny giggle-whined, blush darkening. "Alright, Shadow, I think he got the message." Shadow nodded, releasing its hold and ceasing the tickly torture.

As soon as Danny felt his limbs were free, he lay limply on the ground. He greedily gulped down air while brushing a few strands of hair away from his now sweaty forehead. When he got some of his strength back and fixed his suit so it was covering his stomach again, Johnny leaned down next to him. "C'mon, kid, hand them over."

Danny breathed a sigh before narrowing his eyes. "Y'know when I promised I'd hand these over..." he suddenly smirked. "I was crossing my fingers!" Then, he went invisible, and phased through the floor before dashing off.

“Oh, come on!” Johnny cried out in frustration. He shot a death glare at his shadow, who was laughing at the outcome. "Not. A. Word! C'mon, Shadow, go after him!" With a single nod, Shadow flew off to find the halfa.

Meanwhile, Danny quickly tried to locate the Fresh Topic store so he could sneak the boots back where they belonged. Okay, maybe there was a better way to handle that without sassing the older biker ghost. But it still seemed worth it seeing the look on Johnny's face when he phased out of there. Danny knew how much more trouble he got himself into for that escape move, but he still had a job to do. Whether a ghost was trying to fix their rocky relationship, he was not going to let them steal something from his world and get away with it!

But after barely recovering some of his strength from the brutal tickle attack earlier, Danny's sense of direction wasn't all that great. He nearly lost his balance in midair or bumped into billboards because he kept glancing over his shoulder to see if Johnny 13 or his shadow were right behind him. When he looked over his shoulder one last time, he didn't see the ghost that was in front of him, and bumped right into them.

The ghost in front of him cried out in a high-pitched tone. Danny opened his eyes, feeling like he recognized that voice. It was none other than Kitty, Johnny's girlfriend.

"Aah!" Danny yelped.

Kitty brushed some hair out of her eyes before her expression widened as she saw the rumored halfa in front of her. "Danny Phantom?" Her eyes fell on the pair of boots Danny was holding. "Is that my gift from Johnny?"

"Uh—well I—no!" Danny stuttered, hiding the boots behind his back. He was unaware of the creeping ghosts behind him until his ghost sense went off, but it was too late. Shadow wrapped around his limbs, startling Danny and making him yelp. Johnny took the opportunity to swoop in and snag the boots right out of Danny's arm.

"Hey!" Danny barked, squriming in Shadow's grasp. "Let go of me!"

Ignoring the ghost teen's protests, Johnny gave a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek and handed her the boots. "For you, kitten. I told ya I remember what you like."

Kitty happily accepted the gift. "Awww Johnny...thank you." Then her face grew serious as she noticed the struggling Danny Phantom still in Shadow's grasp. She placed a hand on her hip. "You were fighting with the kid again, weren't you?"

Johnny chuckled sheepishly. "Uh, well, now I wouldn't call it fighting…”

“You were, weren't you?!"

"N-Now, now, hold on, baby cakes. Let me explain!"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Kitty scolded. "Stop jeopardizing our relationship over your stupid obsession with this ghost boy!"

"First of all, it's not an obsession," corrected Johnny. "And second, this ghost kid nearly ruined my chances of getting this gift for you! He's a demon!"

"Uhh you do realize I'm right here, and can hear everything you're saying, right?" an offended Danny piped up.

Kitty's expression softened as she floated towards Danny. She surprised him by gently squishing his face. "Aw, how can this adorable little ghost boy possibly do anything to ruin something for you?"

“He’s a demon!” repeated Johnny, glaring daggers at Danny.

"No, he's so cute!" Kitty booped Danny on the nose, making him timidly smile.

Johnny let out a huge sigh. Curse this dang ghost baby fever… “Okay, okay, fine. He’s a cute, little angel!” he said sarcastically. "Now can we get out of here with the gift that I got for you in the first place?"

"After you let him go, and promise that you'll stop trying to fight or hurt him."

"I wasn't even fighting with him!" Johnny objected. "The little brat was trying to make off with your boots before you got here!"

Kitty shot a confused look at the halfa, but Danny gave her his best puppy-dog-eyes-stare. (Courtesy of being the youngest sibling) Kitty felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of ectoplasmic goo. "Please. Like this cutie pop is capable of doing something so evil."

Johnny stuttered in disbelief. "But—But I—he–!" He facepalmed, then was suddenly struck with an idea as he saw Danny was still trapped in his shadow. Unlucky shadow. "Like I said," his voice was suddenly calm. "I was never fighting with him in the first place. I was actually doing something a whole lot differently, and the little guy loved it! Isn't that right?"

Danny pretended not to know what he was talking about. "Uhm...no?"

Kitty frowned. "Johnny, if you're lying, I swear..."

"Wait, wait, just let me show you, okay?" Johnny caressed her cheek before she would blow a fuse. "Shadow, hold him for me? Just like we did earlier?"

Danny yelped as he was now dangled upside down, his wrists stretched above his head, and his ankles held securely. "Aaah! Put. Me. Down!" He whined and squirmed, like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Ooh, he's so fussy," chuckled Johnny, turning his attention back to his girlfriend, who giggled in response.

Danny growled. "Quit talking to me like that! I'm not a baby!" He tried to knee the biker ghost in the face, but Shadow held his legs still.

Johnny hummed, standing behind the vulnerable ghost boy. "Mmm you sure about that? You did say you loved to play just...like...this!"

Danny shrieked with squeaky giggles as the older ghost spidered up and down his sides. But he quickly bit his lip, and tried to surpress his laughter. He didn't want to reveal his embarrassing secret to another ghost.

"Aww see? He's so shy, he doesn't want you to hear his laughter. But this should change his mind!" Johnny lowered his spidering hands downward to the ghost teen's underarms. Danny emitted a muffled squeal, and rapidly shook his head. Instinctively, he tugged at his wrists, wanting to protect his ticklish spots, but Shadow's grip on his limbs was strong!

"Awwww!" he heard Kitty coo. "I see what you mean about him being shy, but I still think it's super cute! And he's blushing! Awwwwh!"

Hearing somebody point out his visible blush just made Danny blush even darker. He felt his whole face grow hotter, and he tried to hide his red face against his bicep. That, in turn, made Johnny suddenly dig into his underarms, rapidly scribbling against the hollows.

Unable to keep it together, Danny let the dam of laughter break. "Kkthpbbfft..! PFFFAAAAAHAhahahAHAHAAA! NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT AGAAAAHAHAHAIN!"

"Omggggg!" Kitty squealed. "That is thee cutest thing I have ever seen! Oh, he's soooo cuuuuute!"

"Oh, that's nothing," Johnny said over Danny's hyena squeals. "Shadow discovered something even more adorable about this little punk. Show her, Shadow!"

Shadow obliged, trapping Danny's wrists with one hand while the other pushed the top half of his black suit up to expose his stomach again. Danny gasped, frantically shaking his head while stuttering protests.

"Aww bad spot?" Kitty smiled.

"More like death spot," Johnny laughed.

Danny squealed even louder as Shadow slowly dragged its clawtips across his belly. He tried to arch and twist his stomach as far away as he could to avoid those evil claws, but it was no use. Shadow simply followed, and briefly dug into his belly as a warning whenever he tried curling on his side.

Desperate, Danny frantically yanked at his restrained limbs. His body was yelling at him to protect those ticklish spots now, but with the way he was pinned his brain was starting to melt to mush.

"PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEEESE NOHOHOHO!" he begged. "IHIHIHIT'S SO—EEEEEEEEK! BAHAHAHAAAAAD!"

Danny screech-squealed when Shadow softened its touch; softly tracing and fluttering its claws all over his twitching tummy. Soft tickles were agony. They made him flustered beyond relief and made his brain short circuit.

When curious fingers fluttered over his bellybutton, Danny was sure he was going to double die as he screeched so loudly, then his laughter went silent.

Kitty giggled in amusement. "Okay, Johnny, let him go already. He looks like he's had more than enough."

"Fine, fine. Shadow, let him go."

Shadow ceased its tickly torture, and released the halfa. Danny was far too tired to stand up, let alone float, so he almost came crashing down. Thankfully, Kitty was quick to catch him in her arms as soon as he fell in midair.

"Aw, poor tired thing," she cooed sweetly as she gently ruffled the boy's now messy hair. "Maybe next time, I'll join Johnny and Shadow, and help them tickle you to pieces! You're too cute not to!" She playfully tickled Danny's still exposed belly with her long acrylic nails. Danny squealed, giggling madly while batting at the other ghost's hand.

"Nohohohoho! Noho mohohohore!" He curled into a protective ball, tugging his suit down to cover his stomach.

He received another hair ruffle from Johnny, which surprised him. "Stay out of danger, kid," he told him with a faint warm smile. "And don't think I'll forget about your little secret today," he smirked. "Try and cause trouble with me again, and I'll tickle you until you're double dead! Or better yet, slip the word to the Ghost Zone. Word travels fast there, y'know."

"N-No..!" Danny gasped between pants. "You...You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would. Imagine what all your other foes would think: all it takes to defeat the halfa hero of the Ghost Zone is a few tickles riiiiight here!" Johnny briefly tickled his belly one last time just to make the kid squeal like a baby hyena again.

"OkAAAAhahahahay! Okahahay!" Danny protested through giggles. "I wohohon't ehehehever cause trouble—EEEEEheeheehee! F-Fohohor you agahahahaaaain! Juhuhust pleaheeheeheehease STAAAAhahahahap!"

Kitty lightly punched her boyfriend in the shoulder. "C'mon Johnny, don't be mean."

"Relax, I was kidding," he replied, pulling his hand away. He turned his attention back to Danny. "My lips are sealed, Phantom. I promise."

Danny held up a shaky finger while he hugged his sore stomach with his other hand. "You...This...This isn't over..!"

"Mm, seems pretty over to me," smirked Johnny as he helped Kitty onto his motorcycle. "But just so you're not tempted to follow me with that tacky thermos of yours...Shadow, keep him busy while we get outta here."

"Wait, what?!" Danny paled as the shadowy figure flexed and wiggled its claws menacingly, grinning villainously.

The teen ghost gulped, feeling the anticipatory butterflies fill his chest again. He chuckled nervously, awkwardly floating backwards. "Uh, heh, listen...Shadow, is it? Y-You don't have to do everything Johnny tells you to do, right? Have some individuality! Be your own person—er, ghost!"

Shadow's expression morphed into confusion, as if it was considering Danny's words. But its face quickly melted into a playful grin as it towered over the frightened halfa.

"I-I'm guessing that's a no?"

Danny yipped and flew as fast as he could with Shadow hot on his tail. He was so flustered, he couldn't fly or think straight. And he couldn't stop the anticipating titters leaving his mouth, either. "Leaheeheeheeheave me alohohohone! I swear, I wohohon't bother you guhuhuhuys again!"

Shadow reappeared in front of Danny, making him shriek as he slammed right into the dark figure. Without wasting another second, Shadow secured Danny's legs with its ghost tail and held him upside down, while its free hands tickled him silly one last time.

The tickles were short-lived—much to Danny's relief—as he was placed down on the ground after a few agonizingly long seconds. With how tired he was, Danny immediately changed back into his human form. He slowly sat up, and saw that Shadow was gone.

Sighing, he starfished on the ground until his breathing returned to normal. When finally he caught his breath, he stood up, hugging his sore stomach and sides. "Well, that's just great. Worst. Night. Ever! Man, that was so embarrassing!" Danny sighed again. "Oh, well. So Johnny made off with some boots from Fresh Topic. They're for his girlfriend so I guess...that's nice?"

Danny shivered as the cold air hit him. He knew he had to get home. Luckily, his house wasn't too far from where he was.

After that whole embarrassing incident with Johnny and his pesky shadow, Danny wanted nothing more than to pretend that didn't happen. He just hoped Johnny would stay true to his word and not reveal his embarrassing secret to the Ghost Zone. He couldn't imagine what would happen if his enemies found out he was insanely ticklish. He would never be taken seriously by anyone ever again.

Still, a small piece of him had to admit that, despite everything, it was kinda fun to be caught in the middle of a playful attack rather than the usual painful ones he had to endure all the time. Who knew some ghosts could have such soft sides? It just went to show that maybe not all ghosts were bad, after all.

As Danny approached the entrance to his house, he quickly came up with a fib in his head if his parents questioned why he was late. If they asked, he was with Sam and Tucker at Sam's house watching movies.

And if they asked why he looked so flushed, out of breath, and red in the face...they were really funny movies.

THE END :3

[mushyblushyredhead]

Day 10: Ghost ˚✧₊⁎｡⁎⁺˳

Aug’s TickleTober 2023 🎃

Lee!Danny

Ler!SCP-999

Just a silly crossover I thought of between Danny Phantom and the SCP Foundation hehee (*´ω｀*)

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Your bio says you're still doing prompts, so I have a prompt if that's okay? Dan is touched starved, and he's been bugging Arin a lot to get him to tickle him. Please and thank you!

There are mentions of smut in this one! It’s pretty light though, not too bad.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK THIS GOD DAMN BULLSHIT!” Dan bursted out laughing at this. Arin had screamed this about the three times now. He was starting to actually get mad with this game, or rather, with Dan. Just because he has an option to take his stars doesn’t mean he should!

This was only the first episode of Kirby’s Dream Course they had recorded today so far, but already, Arin wanted to call it quits, even if they were putting out some quality humor. Finally, they ended the level with Dan winning with four stars, (three of which were Arin’s!) and Arin losing with just one.

He knew that it was just a game, and if he got mad at it visibly/audibly, then over three million would know that he’s a bit too childish at the heart.

Including Dan. No, especially Dan.

But Dan’s always doing this sort of thing! Arin knows he means well, that he’s only joking, but damn it, couldn’t he at least let him win one game?

Dan flashed a toothy grin at Arin from his right. He was sitting criss-crossed on the couch with the controller in hand, sitting a little closer to Arin then normal.

You know, come to think of it, Dan was being a lot more physical lately. I mean, think about it- the extra hugging, back rubbing, hand holding… That’s when it hit him. It smacked Arin right in the face.

Dan was just touch starved.

But oh no no no, he had no right to do this. He was being a little shit on purpose, too. He had upped the ante just to get on Arin’s bad side until he’d finally attack. Well, just you wait, kiddo, he thought. You’ll get your just desserts.

The moment Dan shut off the tv, Arin pounced, forcing them both to the ground, and also forcing Dan to shriek in surprise. “Arin- what-”

“You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing?” Dan suddenly felt a lot smaller under his boyfriend. Arin’s hands were pinning himself above Dan on the floor, on either side of the not-so-grump’s head. It almost made him feel trapped, like only Arin was in control now.

He kind of liked it. Still, he had to play it cool. “I-I’m sorry?”

Arin huffed. “You know what I’m talking about. You’re egging me on, just so you could trick me into tickling you!”

Dan felt himself blushing quickly. “No I’m not! Why would I?” Arin smirked and chuckled as if he was laughing at him. “You’re touch starved. And it’s my job to feed you. So… What are you craving?”

If Dan was blushing before, then that was nothing compared to the shade he was turning now. “I- I really don’t know what you mean..” Dan tried to play it cool, but he knew it probably wouldn’t work anyways.

“You mean you really don’t want me to do… This?” Arin slowed scratched Dan’s left side with his index finger, hoping to tease him over the edge.

Dan bit his lip from letting out a giggle. He didn’t want to give Arin the satisfaction. Either way, he figured he was going to get wrecked one way or another. Why not make a game of it? Why not try to win?

But the outlooks didn’t look so good for Dan when he felt Arin’s one finger turn into a hand tickling up his side, now going all the way to his ribs and back down. He squeaked when a sneaky finger went off course and found a particularly sensitive spot in between his ribs.

Arin gushed. “Did you just squeak? Do it again!” Dan shook his head. “I wihihill nohohot- shihihihit!” Dan knew he was fucked now- once he starts laughing, he can’t stop.

“There we go, there’s that laughter I missed.” Dan snorted and turned red yet again, hiding his face in his shoulder, losing the last bit of pride he had left.

“You make such funny noises when I tickle you. Very amusing.” Arin smiled. “Maybe I should keep tickling you here, since you obviously like it so much.” Dan’s laughter went up an octave when Arin’s other hand went under his arm.

“IHIHI DO NAHAHAT!”

“Oh, but I think you do! This whole time, you haven’t even tried to push me away!” Even though that might’ve been true, Dan had started squirming from his worst spot already being tormented. Still, he couldn’t deny he was having fun. But it was driving him nuts.

“ARIHIHIN, PLEHEHEASE!” Dan begged. Arin sighed dramatically, knowing he’d have to take it down a notch. “Alright, alright.” He stilled his hands, but kept them where they were, making sure Dan wouldn’t try any funny business.

Arin gave him a moment to calm himself- he was still giggling like mad. “Arihihin, come ohohon man-”

“Don’t you ‘come on man’ me. We’ve just started. We haven’t even been to the part where I realize how turned on you get, and I say, ‘Let’s take this in another room.’” Dan gawked. “What?!”

“You know what.” Arin took a glance down at Danny’s crotch. “Just as I suspected.” Dan was so surprised that he was confused how he hadn’t already started hyperventilating.

“A-Arin, I- I’m-” Arin put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, dude. I think it’s fun tickling you. And it always has a happy ending… For the both of us.” Arin wore a sly, teasing grin.

“I- um..” Arin giggled at how cute his boyfriend was. “Come on, let’s take this to another room.”