Danny Phantom Batman Ao3 Novels & Stories

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

I don't know, " Danny answered in a dull tone, while he used his fore and middle finger to massage the side of his head. His head was throbbing from having to deal with all the bad memories of his childhood he had buried deep in the recess of his mind. " Em, Mr. Whitefield, we are gonna need a....... " Danny didn't let her finish and cut the call. The call was making him exhausted. He threw himself back on the couch allowing the phone to drop helplessly to the couch. He picked up the smartphone to take a look at his next target. Anything to avoid thinking about his mum. The young woman's name was Karen Smith, twenty-eight. She was model tall, with long wavy honey brown hair, grey eyes, and t

It out of nowhere, blasted open, hitting Luke’s brow so hard it began dying. Daphny snatches the bat in his stead. However, she shuddered as he saw its face. It’s a ghostly grin from each end and a dark figure. It additionally stinks out the smell of something spoiled. Luke gradually stands up as he clears off the blood. Daphny hurries to his side.

Her brother has only been nothing but kind to her but she kept paying him back with pain and hurting him terribly. Danny shape shifted into his human form once he got into his room. He slumped heavily to the floors of his room. The coldness of the floor only added to his pain as it touched his weak skin. He felt his face with his fingers and saw it was battered even without taking a look with a mirror. It hurt but was nothing compared to the hurt he felt learning that Lily has been marked to Liam. He also had this feeling that he must have mated her too. It made him cringe but he swore to never stop until he confessed his feelings to Lily and took her away from Liam.

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

Everything in me cracked open. He looked… defeated. Not in a weak way, but in a way that made me want to wrap my arms around him and shield him from the world. His breathing was heavy, his hands slightly shaking like he was trying to hold himself together. But when he saw me, something softened in him. Just a little. Just enough. Danny, however, exploded. “You think you’re a man now?” Danny yelled, trying to shove the guys restraining him. “You think you can fool her? You think you can use her!?”

Daphne blinked several times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The man that had always given her sweet torture in her dreams was a real person and was right before her. He stood there, his presence both comforting and unnerving. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Hey, Short thing." He called. "Short thing?" she asked incredulously, her voice tinged with annoyance. "You shouldn't call me that."

“It doesn’t matter. I’m the one who did it. He doesn’t know about you.” “He doesn’t know about me? The…man…you live with?” Stunned, he was unable to believe her nonchalance. All his muscles tensed with the desire to hit her and hit her hard. His wolf saw blood red and crashed just underneath his skin. Danny gritted his teeth and fisted his hands. She saw the war going on and cocked her chin in an invitation. “Go ahead and hit me.” Down boy, DOWN. His chest heaved and he struggled against his eyes changing. He could feel them want to, but their glowing would give his sacred truth away.