#batpoopwrite

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Body Horror, Horror, Hurt No Comfort, Unreliable Narrator, Emotional Manipulation, Episode: s02e15 King Tuck (Danny Phantom)

Series: Part 16 of Spooktacular

Summary:

No one's listening.

No one ever is.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Danny Phantom, Superman - All Media Types, Earth 2 (Comics), DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Valerie Gray, Val-Zod, Danny Fenton, Michael Holt (DCU), Various Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Timeline What Timeline, Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Halfa | Half-Ghost Valerie Gray, Chronic Illness, Body Horror, Canon-Typical Violence, Valerie Gray Needs a Hug, Valerie Gray-centric

Summary:

Valerie’s life isn't perfect anymore, and she's trying really, really hard to be okay with that.

A-plus for effort, right?

Chapters: 8/12 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, DCU, Justice League Dark (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jason Todd Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Boston Brand, Prince Aragon (Danny Phantom), Pandora (Danny Phantom), Captain Marvel, Vlad Masters, John Constantine, Detective Chimp, Zatanna Zatara, Kirk Langstrom, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Various Character(s), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Overpowered Danny Fenton, BAMF Danny Fenton, Older Danny Fenton, Timeline What Timeline, Sobriety, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Mild Language, Violent Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Empath Danny Fenton, Timeline Shenanigans, Time Shenanigans, Sentient Gotham City (DCU), Identity Issues, Identity Porn Series: Part 3 of waiting for the sun to smile on everyone Summary:

With great responsibility comes great power, or so Danny's heard.

(tldr Danny meets Scarecrow officially by helping him escape Killer Croc, who would have otherwise ripped Jon's face off. Crane then dragged him home because interesting.)

Danny thinks he might could get used to this. Nothing hurts. And even that sort of thought, sort of awareness, is a slippery one to hold. That there's anything that could exist outside of this. This being. Ah. Hm. Something — He shakes his head just a little. Nothing hurts. Not the fingers in his hair, nor the suds dripping down past his eyes. Not the deep, raw bite marks up his arm, nor the. The.  Hm.  “This is nice,” he murmurs, eyes slivers against the bright overhead light, and it really just is.  Be quiet says the hands over his head. Be still says the comb ran through his hair. Hold your breath says the water that rushes up over his ears.  “That's a funny thing to say,” Danny chuckles once the world is present again. He sniffs, and then lolls his head back a little against something soft — the light glimmers through beads of water. “Real funny.” Absolutely filthy says the hands that bend out his arms, prod the creases of bruised elbow. You will need to be clean. Danny hums. “I'll have you know,” he replies, “I took a real shower two weeks ago. That's pretty good.” That. Gets everything tilted sideways. It doesn't hurt though, the hard grip on his hair, and it's only for a moment. Probably means something. Be quiet. “Okay, okay,” Danny relents, and kind of just. Ugh. Hands pull him back up from the water, and it does actually kinda hurt that time. It got in his nose. “Okay. H-Hold my breath. Got it.” Why did you help me? Don't you know who I am? Wrinkling his nose, Danny drops his head back fully this time. Glasses glint in the shadow of a thin face.  Mm. “‘Cos.” Danny smiles. Probably. “Strawman?” It's on the tip of his tongue. So, so close. God, who knew that getting fear gassed right in the face could make everything featherlight.  Worth getting bit by a real alligator man. Danny snorts, curling up, and the water sloshes over his knees. At least it's not itchy. Be still. “Where are my clothes?” he asks muzzily, but can't be bothered to really be worried about it. Trashed. You will be given more.  “That's nice.” Nothing hurts. “Hey… can I… y'know… You kinda promised...” Later.  Easier than chasing the news. Last time Danny was clear on the other side of the city and missed out. And ended up short another forty bucks for something so lackluster compared to whatever fear toxin actually is. What are you? A meta? “Mhm,” Danny lies, and closes his eyes at the continued rough drag of a washcloth over skin. If he wasn't so terribly high this would be — “You?” No.  “Huh.”

how its going

I couldn't exactly decide on the "how it's going" because none of this will probably actually show up in the actual fic really but. Here, two missing scenes, stolen moments, that are the gist if not 100% correct :9

and, really, im bad at lab rat stuff, but I see Jon sort of like... maintaining a clinical, scientific sort of mindset with Danny. Like a legit project, where he just... tweaks stuff, tests it on Danny, and then figures it will be so much WORSE on the average person based on the data he gets from Danny. Something like that anyway.

Danny never tells him he's a 'ghost' either, and he does have limits. It's all sort of ruined from the get out, but... yeah, lol.

so it's literally just Jon giving him fear toxin (gas, injections sometimes, etc) and watching for results. Some days are more professional then others though. *cough*

(Robbing banks is also not usually something Scarecrow does, but science requires money, and a jonesing Danny gets nosy and gets hit with the security ink lmao)

With a sigh, Danny braces his arms back over the rim of the metal tub. He's all too aware of the heat, the scalding sting of the hot water bearing down on the teasing weightlessness.  This variant is. Too slow for him to enjoy. Great for whatever the hell Jon has planned for it, but not. Exactly what Danny needs to chase away the biting gnaw of a deep set ache.  Danny drops his head back when the fingers in his hair fade away, squints up at a pinched frown. “Gonna give yourself more wrinkles doin’ that,” he teases, and Jon scowls, tugs hard on a handful of wet hair. “Ow.” The man leans in, glasses glinting in reflected light. “This is not going to come off easily,” he says, pressing hard at Danny’s stained jaw with one hand. “Why did you do that?” “Better me than one of the goons,” Danny says easily, and flexes one arm, just catches the edge of dyed skin in the corner of his eye. “They got places to be. I don't.” And it's not like he actually did it on purpose. He was just curious. Who gets to say they've seen thousands of dollars in cold hard cash before? Bank jobs aren't Jon's typical speed, but needs must, obviously. That gets an unamused sneer, and Jon bends closer. Breathes over Danny's lips Don't do that again and then licks into Danny's mouth. Obediently, he opens up to the brief, hard kiss, and doesn't fight when it's taken away with another forceful yank of his hair. “Y-Yeah alright,” Danny rasps, breathless, and closes his eyes against the rumble then spray of the shower head. 

or, how its going, again

Danny truly thought he could sink no lower, but life's full of surprises like that, he guesses — to break new ground when he'd thought he'd long since hit rock bottom. “That wasn't the deal, y'know,” he says softly, and for lack of a better alternative, presses the mouthpiece of the hose to his lips and takes a deep, slow inhale. The world goes a bit fuzzier, but not enough to chase away the gnawing guilt — Danny exhales a cloud of green, resigned. “Not that I have much of a choice.” Jon hums, low and unsurprised. “No, you rather don't, do you,” he returns, and stops typing for a moment, the click of keys falling silent above Danny. The man knocks a sharp knee into the side of his head. “How does this variant compare to last quarter's?” “Meh.” Crane brackets Danny in tighter with his legs, and he squirms, uncomfortable and too warm — which is the point. “C’mon, you only just gave me this like three hours ago.” That gets an aggravated sigh, but he bows out his knees, and Danny goes limp with a sigh of his own. Another intake, then the breath released over his head.  “Don't do that,” Jon snaps, “it fogs up my glasses.” Danny mumbles a mocking repeat of his words and carefully places aside the gas handle before shoving himself up and truly into the man’s lap. With a scowl, Jon leans around to one side, but Danny matches it, pressing closer, hands finding purchase on his thighs. It stretches the leads dotted across his body to the very limits of their length, the pulsing count of Danny's heartbeat jumping with a beep on the computer behind him.

lost in the universe timeline (litu au, lol) [AO3]

like, c'mon, Vlad would be the worst person to take in Danny after that, right? He'd try, and be pretty confident he could finagle his way through it, but, uh. yeah, that wouldn't work.

[pre-story] Danny cheats on the CAT. The TUE Nasty Burger explosion happens. He goes to live with Vlad, who is ill-equipped to raise a grieving superpowered child. Danny rips out his ghost half on his own, and then attempts to commit suicide. He does not succeed, and develops not only severe identity issues but also an alcohol addiction. He also stumbles over some new powers and makes a deal with the Ring of Rage and Crown of Flames — he can create doors to the GZ and has empathic abilities in exchange for becoming the Ghost King when he turns 18. He runs away when he turns 18 instead and ends up in Gotham. He spends about a year and half on the streets doing manual labor and illegal meta fighting matches before getting a job at Gotham General Hospital. This overlaps with Jason’s death, resurrection, coma, and escape — canon diverges further when he gets sent to Gotham General again after being picked up by the police before Talia can grab him. Jason doesn't remember anything before his death, and it's just him and Danny figuring themselves and each other out for the first three (four) main parts of the series, which ends with a chance encounter with Dick and Tim. [part 4] Tim and Dick investigate Danny, and determine that Jasper is Jason, and that Danny is a meta. Timeline issues are rampant and apparent. Danny saves their universe from the multiverse collapse/gravity pull to singularity of Infinite/Final Crisis which is happening at the same time as the OG Danny Phantom TUE events in another timeline.

hell is a warm place au

a what if to when Danny was on the street... he almost kills someone in the fighting dens. This impresses Jay, Lark, and Crow, the Penguin's most loyal trio. So, Danny is sorta pressured but jumps at the chance to gain somewhat steady employment. He gets free drinks out of it too, so it could be worse? At the same time, Arthur Brown (Cluemaster) returns to Gotham and just like. Doesn't go back to his wife or kid because why? So Stephanie Brown (who kinda sorta takes Jasper's place in this timeline) doesn't become Robin. She does get a job at the Iceberg Lounge though, and a name even: Finch, from the pariah of the club, Goose (Danny.) She hits him with the brick though.

mr fear au

Danny accidentally kills someone in the meta fighting dens, and goes right off the deep end. Turns out he can get the most fantastic high off of Fear Toxin. He also saves Scarecrow from Killer Croc. Johnathan Crane finds Danny very, very interesting. Too interesting. *coughs* Tim (who kinda sorta takes Jasper's place in this timeline) isn't happy about it.

mr fear au, real fake uncles

A not so serious take on the above, where Tim needs a fake uncle, and gets two (2) of them for the price of one.

eat the heart au

Time Slip Baby Damian + Danny who is Selina's age (31) by the 'main' start to the story. A what if, concerning a fight between Danny and Gotham from the main timeline. She loses. He loses. Everyone loses, Damian (Ivan) most of all; it's a No Man's Land timeline. Danny has a duplicate named Jake, who is just a funny guy. Identity issues abound between these two. Cassandra makes a friend.

ultraviolet heart au

Danny dies. This is about what's left behind. A (Teen) Titans AU. Umbrax Sees You.

space case au

Post-nasty burger and ghost gauntlets, Danny's ghost half fades away. Which is better for him, really. He puts his nose to the grindstone because now he's got the rest of his life to live for himself if nothing else. Vlad gets him through school, puts him through college, and with his grades -- space is within reach. And in that vast, quiet vacuum, he wonders what it was all for anyway over the faintest whisper of magic is real from somewhen else.

do the time warp au

Where looking out for yourself gets very, very literal. Hypertime Danny, who's done it all: Ghost King, part-timer at the Oblivion Bar, time traveler, dimension hopper, and lab experiment. But he's determined to help out where he can, no matter what anyone else says.

the visitant and the island of misfit toys

the lost and forgotten kids (lead them toward other tomorrows)

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Danny Phantom, Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Language, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Harm to Children, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Danny Fenton Died in The Portal Accident, Full Ghost Danny Fenton, Dead Sam Manson, Dead Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton Has an Electric Ghost Core

Summary:

Dean thinks Amity Park could be a cute, idyllic city if it wasn't haunted.

And by haunted, he means that metaphorically and literally. Nothing he can do about the first thing, but the second? Well, here's hoping him and Sam don't go breaking their streak on such a straightforward case.

(or, tldr, that duffle bag of heads included someone familiar and important to Mr Suit and Tie)

“Goose.” Danny blinks, twists the cigarette around to one corner of his mouth, and frowns at Lark through the blue haze of smoke and the flicker of strobing lights. Around him, the people at the table twitter. Danny scowls half-heartedly, folding up his hand of cards at a playful tease of Oooh, someone's in trouble from the too warm body threaded lightly across his lap. The tips of Tesla's nails trace the outside of his bottom lip, the smear of gel rouge. “C'mon, I'm not —” he starts, but maybe slurs, because he's elbow deep into his second bottle of tequila, the back of his hands tacky with lime and salt and lipstick. But also doesn't get to finish because. Well. The gambling den is, in fact, Lark's pet project, so. What she says, goes. Even if that means she upends a whole table of black jack under the boom of the club's bass at a not so insignificant monetary loss. Danny lets the smoke fall from his lips, the cards from his hands, and raises them high as his fair-weather friends immediately scatter with yelps at flung chips and glass.  The music doesn't stop. And neither does Lark.  A hand wraps up in the loose collar of his shirt, hauls him up from his seat. Danny… should probably be worried about this. It's kind of. Hard to be. He doesn't get to drink this hard or much too often, but today was special. Tesla even shared her favorite lip liner because— “— fucking doing, you piece of shit?” Lark hisses, and nails him right in the stomach with the snap of a fist. “Answer your fucking phone!” “Fuck!” Danny squeaks, folding. Ow. Today is a bad day to get disciplined for fuck all — “Lark, what the hell —” He's dragged down onto her knee, and. Breathing is optional. He remembers that. Jesus Christ. Danny gasps, and just. Hits the floor when she lets go.  The music doesn't stop. Lark's boot drives hard into his stomach once, twice, thrice, and Danny feels every inch of, of the grief like needled spikes to the back of his eyes.  A laugh escapes his lips, and the next kick splays him out on his back. Danny wheezes, desperate to hold on to it but — the warm haze dissipates entirely just like that.  “What, what, why would Bossman —” “You were supposed to have been with her!” Boot, meet side, again. Fuck. “Why the fuck weren't you with Crow, you fucking drunk!” Crow? This is about Crow? But he. She let him have the two days off; it's his — “You were supposed to be with her!” “I —” Lark bends, her dark silhouette rushing up so fast, and all Danny can do is try to breath through the pain as she lifts him again by the now ruined front of his shirt.  “Crow is dead, Goose,” she spits low, just for him, and he. Doesn't believe her. Can't believe her. “W-What?” he gasps, hands finding hers, fluttering in disbelief. “Lark, Crow can't be —” “You were supposed to be with her,” Lark repeats, and shakes him. “Why the fuck weren't you with her?” Crow isn't dead. She can't be.  Danny swallows and says Lark, t-this isn't funny, what the hell is going — She drops him, his head banging back against the unforgiving concrete and —  “C-Crow let me off for —” Lark hops back, then forward. Danny's head snaps sideways from the kick, under the crack of his nose. It hurts. The music doesn't stop. It's my birthday, Lark, did you forget?

he should have been there. so he gets harder on Finch (Stephanie) too. tries to stop drinking, and then goes thru withdrawal and rebounds worse than litu Danny ever would

he just... kind of forgot that everyone around him dies, and its always his fault...