Danny Phantom Clockwork Apprentice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You can be anything you want to be, baby. Anything. As long as your daddy approves, I’ll back you with all the pancakes in the world.” Danny nodded. “Daddy says yes to everything I want. Especially if I smile.” I chuckled. “Manipulative little rascal,” I muttered and kissed his forehead. He beamed. “I love it here.” “I love that you love it here, Danny.” As the sun dipped low outside the window, casting golden stripes across the polished floor, I sat down and stared at this boy who wasn’t mine by blood—but who already lived in my heart like he’d always belonged there.

But there were workers still there, fixing the electrical from what it seemed. Danny sits in his office with a pile of papers, samples of fabric, and a cup of coffee. God knows what number of coffee cups that is. He can drink two whole kettles of coffee while consumed in his work. He stands, obviously surprised to see me here. He thought he had left me at home, r4sting for what seemed the billi0nth day. He comes to me, hugging me around my waist and kissing me. "Baby, what are you doing here? Ladybug, you're supposed to be at home resting."

“One of you managed to hide from Tensel with the aid of the puppet master.” Danny turned to glare at Tensel. “I can’t believe you are allowing him to accuse us like this. Do you believe I’m tainted? Or Amelia? Maybe May. Maybe a three-year-old is running around doing Darkness’s bidding.” “This time” – Damonq circled his prey – “this time, the person came to wreak havoc in the healing grounds. Was someone gone from your group? Even for a few minutes?” Danny couldn’t turn to watch Damonq. He could only look forward toward the house – toward that little break in the wood where someone had crouched and took command of the lightning when it was called down to aid Damonq in getting rid of the para

Alley POV: To say the day was eventual would be an understatement. Danny met his wolf Ember, I knew she was special but I didn't know she would turn out to be our little Danny's wolf. "Mommy, Daddy can I ask something?" Danny asked. He passed out the moment we were transported back into our world. Let's say he had a power nap. He seems energized at least. "Of course you can sweetie what is it?" I asked, sitting down beside him. "I want to go see my aunt." Danny said. Uh what? He wants to go see her? "Why would you want to do that?" Stephen asked, looking like I felt. "Because, Athea said I have to forgive her for me. Or I could carry it around forever and I don't want to be mad or sad. I wan

Do not tell anyone you are seeking it. I need you to keep watching over my beautiful Sage as I know you have and as for my Danny while he was only mine for a brief moment, a gift from the Goddess to ease my journey. You see I loved Danny from afar all my life since we were thirteen and I will continue to love Danny from afar in my after life but Danny belongs to another and in some ways he always has. They were also destined and theirs will be a life time of love if he can open his heart once again.

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“Did it work?” I smiled, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Perfectly.” After he left, I turned back to the figurine. My blood had dried into a dark mark along its surface. I knew it was dangerous. I knew I was standing at the edge of something I couldn’t fully control. But I didn’t care. Because for the first time since Lexi came into our lives, I felt truly alive. And deep down, I had the strangest feeling that Danny wasn’t only my pawn, he was already bound to someone else.

A ghost. Amara tapped her nails against the stem of her glass, her mind racing. “Dante,” she whispered to the darkness, though he wasn’t in the room. “Who is it this time?” --- A Crack in the Empire Dante returned late that evening, the sharp scent of gunpowder still clinging to him. His shirt was torn at the sleeve, a graze of blood visible near his shoulder. But his eyes—the sharp storm-gray eyes Amara loved and feared in equal measure—burned hotter than the Mediterranean sun.

Or that my initial suspicion about him as my phantom was indeed correct. “I’m going to meet Damon tonight,” I said, and if my phantom will not show up while I am with Damon, then it could lend credence to my theory. Nancy nodded and then stood up. “Alright. Good luck with that and please be safe. I just came here to check on you, and I’m glad I did.” “Thank you.” With that, she left my office, but not without blowing me a kiss and wink before she closes the door. ****

But then Danny came running, screaming for his hero, and I realized my Danny was already gone. Fast forward to now... Danny pulls back from my kiss, gasping for air as if I am poisonous. I don’t mind. I just let my eyes drift past him to the man leaning against the archway. Chadwick looks like a ghost, pale skin, heavy bandages, eyes like flint. I feel a slow, jagged smirk pull at my mouth. "Leo?" Danny’s voice is a broken whisper. He is trembling so hard his teeth are practically chattering. "What did you just do? What... please, just leave. My mum..."