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Phantom slowly approached Danny with a smirk growing on his lips, a devilish look in his eyes. Danny stepped back, unsure of the ghost, he slowly walked back until he hit the side wall of his bedroom with a quiet thud. Danny’s breath hitched as Phantom suddenly lifted his chin, forcing him to be eye level with the ghost. Phantom’s face inched closer, he licked his lips staring Danny down pinning him into the wall with his lower arm. Danny fumbled with is words a blush forming into his face, “Ph-Phantom?” ———- Haha! I have arrived with some spicy content.

Noticed But Hoping For The Best Part 1

So this is based off this post I made about Danny slowly losing small motor function after the accident. I'll be doing this in parts, both for more writing time and because I have no idea how to add a 'read more'.

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The first person to truly realize something was wrong was Jazz. Oh, Danny wasn't dumb, he knew something was different- after all, he was the one living through it- but it was no big deal. Fumbling with shoe laces could easily be due to exhaustion from adjusting to having to deal with ghosts, the same with slipping up on buttons or the slight decrease in the quality of his handwriting. While he wasn't dumb, there were some things he just wasn't perceptive about, and his sister noticed.

Danny thought he was just being clumsy any time food dropped onto his shirt. Jazz noticed his hand couldn't quite hold the fork or spoon steady. He laughed off a failure to catch something, but his sister noticed he did catch it but it somehow slipped through his hands. Small issues, new ones that had no reason to appear.

When she learned about the accident, that felt like a reason, but- Phantom was a part of who Danny was, and when flying around and handling things with ghosts or using tools, there were no indications of anything the oldest Fenton child had seen bothering her brother. It might be a new set of colors and new powers, but it was still her brother's body, so nothing could really be wrong. Maybe he was just more alert as Phantom.

The best she could do was keep an eye on the situation, nothing seemed to be going too wrong. Maybe Danny's insistence that it was just from exhaustion was true and she was looking too far into things. After all, the only scar from the accident was so faint it could only be seen if he got sunburnt or otherwise discolored his skin, something like that shouldn't be able to cause long-lasting problems.

Maybe it was optimistic, but Jasmine Fenton was hoping for the best.

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Caught

Words: 3587

Summary: The very first time Dan comes to stay with his boyfriend Phil after months of talking online and via Skype is exciting for both of them. But it can also be quite awkward, especially when you are having sex with your boyfriend on a pool table and your mum walks in.

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: 2009!Phan, Smut, Humour

A/N: Requested by anon

They were both completely engulfed in each other, unaware of the world around them. That would explain why neither of them heard when Phil’s mum come home from shopping, hear her open the door to the games room. “Boys, I’ve got you som…” she squealed mid sentence as she stepped into the room, averting her eyes so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.

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Vulnerable Phantom

Some more (old)concept art about this phanfic. 😉

VP written by Deedy (He's got accounts onDeviantArt and Lofter). I help with character &scenery design, illustrating and sorts of things. 😜——————2019.04.04.

You know, it's not like I don't want to be more active here… 😂

Would Feitan Ever Leave The Troupe?

Overall I think no, but there are always exceptions aren’t there? I think there would be two he definitely would though.

1. If his partner got murdered or he had to murder them (more likely because of the latter). Depending on how it goes down he would stop altogether or go on a more reckless killing spree.

2. Something breaks him. This is what I think it would be (set a few years after the current arc)

Imagine Feitan has a little girl. Cute, quiet, innocent with big eyes. The perfect mix between his s/o and him. Every time he looks at her he feels undeserving to be her parent. He tries to avoid her at times because of the way she always seems to want him. Want his approval, to babble nonsense and talk about how to get away with murder (I mean common, it’s his daughter 😂). She looks at him like he’s her hero but he's a monster. He knows this. She knows what he is. Who he is. Yet that has never changed her opinion if anything making her more fascinated with him. (He’d probably think something along the lines of ‘Just like her mother, terrible taste in people’)

It would be a random mission. It's not supposed to be anything big. They just needed information. Phinks already has them in the room they think Feitan would prefer. He never knows who he has to torture on missions like this. However, when Feitan walked in he didn't expect this. A little girl his daughter's age, same mannerism, same bright eyes, similar appearance. Similar everything. It was as if she was copied and placed in his torture chambers. It was unnerving.

He tried. He truly did. It never bothered him before. Age, gender, power, etc. He hadn't cared before. He could do it all without a second hesitation. He could feel the frustration seeping in. The little girl was insightful, she told him she was dying and her father was a bad man who hurt people too. She smiled sweetly up at him reassuring him she didn’t hate him, that she understood why he had to do this. She always knew this would happen—it wasn’t a big deal.

At that moment Feitan could feel the crack. He recognized this in his daughter too. Her ability to smile through it all. Knowing who he was and that if anyone found out about their ties she would most likely be tortured and murdered in the worst ways. Yet her refusal to hate him, to still want to be around him, running up to him every time he went home asking what he brought her this time while begging him to play swords with her (‘little brat thinks she’s owed a good life ’). Too curious for her good and not afraid to ask him anything, to run to him for protection and safety. That he was home to not just his s/o but his child that couldn’t defend herself just yet but sure as hell had the spitfire to get there.

The way the little girl told him exactly what he wanted to know on the promise he’d read her favorite book to his daughter. That he’d play her favorite game with her and let her die with “Mr. snuggles” ( an ugly little yellow bear) in her arms. Honestly, he’s not positive what broke. Maybe it was his heart. Maybe his inhumanity.

Either way, Feitan wasn’t the same. Maybe he messed up and let her go. Maybe he killed her. It honestly doesn’t matter. Feitan would never be the same. He would never find the same joy once held in torture and killing as he once did. Something just dissatisfied him and made him uninterested in it. He couldn’t put his finger on the exact emotion but he couldn’t do this anymore.

He saw his daughter in his chair, life in his hands and he broke. He flatly laughed, how ridiculous is this twist of fate. From having nothing to having something he never wanted to be taken away in the ways he’s taken so many.

He didn’t have the heart for it anymore, he knew he couldn’t do this job anymore. One little misstep would cause the others their lives and he wasn’t willing to do a job he knew he wasn’t suited for. It was always a tell. One misstep would lead to another one and another, skills slipping, mistakes left and right, tracks left undone, a mess that would only lead to death (the troupe, his s/o, his daughter, maybe all). He hated messy. He hated not doing something right. He hated that in less than a day his whole ideology had fallen apart. Yet that was the path he was forced to face.

Wordlessly he walked back to the spiders.

“Quite”. Was the only word he said dropping his knives in front of Chrollo.

Chrollo confused accepted his resignation without question. An understanding smile creeped on his lips. The others were pissed. Hurt. Confused. Yelling profanities and threats ensued. Spiders demanding an explanation they’d never get.

He turned around walking out. “Where will you go!” Phinks yelled, slamming a fist into the wall.

Stopping slightly Feitan looked back and for once the troupe could see a hint of a smile. A true genuine smile, “home.”

That was the last time they saw Feitan.

Feitan would never be the same but maybe, just maybe, he was ok with that.

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Love From The Other Side (2.5k)

Gift for @cat-clawz in the Phandom Holiday Gift Exchange 2024! Fic is based loosely on Love From the Other Side by Fall Out Boy.

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when it’s done (which it almost is) should i post the first chapter of my drag fic on here to see how it’ll do? it’s still gonna be a bit before i post on ao3 yet bc i want to be a decent amount of chapters ahead, but i think it will be a good test run where i’m searching for pheedback :3