Danny Phantom Fanfiction Watching The Show Novels & Stories

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. ****

Danny asked, looking up from preparing his things. "The waiting room." She said simply and waved away. And just like that she was gone. Well I thought she was, but when Danny was going to pierce that hella looking scary needle to my bottom lip, she came. Grinning broadly, like a Cheshire cat, even their colors kind of match now that I think about it. "Well, you're back. Decided to watch the show after all huh?" Danny said not even pausing from poking my bottom lip with it.

He grips his chest tighter, forcing a breath like it hurts to exist in his own body. “Don’t let me fall,” he says. I can’t even respond. Because I don’t understand what I’m looking at. Or why it feels like the ground just disappeared under me too. Behind us, Danny doesn’t move right away. He stands at the restaurant entrance, watching everything happen. For a moment, he looks like he wants to step forward. Then his expression hardens mid-thought, like he forces himself not to. His fingers curl at his side. He says nothing.

“There’s free drinks.” Whomp, whomp, whomp, went the fan. “I’ll s-see how I go,” Danny said, gripping the phone. “I had a rough night.” “I know, babe. I heard you talking in your sleep.” “Really? W-what was I saying? W-w-w-waffle, as usual?”

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Danny POV (Third person) Danny was sitting at a pub with his friends; they all gathered around him as he watched something on his phone. His still swollen face flushed red, not just from embarrassment but barely contained anger. Shame burned under his skin, yet his eyes blazed with fury he couldn't hide. The more time, the more his fingers tighten around the cell phone. He wanted to disappear and scream his lungs out all at once. Humiliation clawed at his chest; the vivid memories of what happened two days ago were still fresh in his mind even though he was watching it again on the phone.

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

Danny lowers his eyes on his plate while I hold my cup up to shield my face. With a whisper, I get Arawn’s attention, and I shake my head. “Be nice. Please.” But he just scoffs, emptying his cup of coffee. “I have to make a phone call. Hurry up, Dan.” “Aam alrdy hwrrng.” Danny munches, looking like an abandoned puppy dog. Leaning forward, I get him to halt while looking at me. “Don’t be sad. We can do something fun next time.” He nods repeatedly, smiling happily, and I sit back up straight.

“I’m glad I got one.” “Good for you.” Danny smirks, leaning back in the tub, enjoying the warm water as it soothes his muscles. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. "See you in the afterlife, Mary. In hell, maybe." He lets out a quiet laugh, his lips curving into a smirk. But his eyes remain empty. Exhausted. "Loving someone is really hard."

"That girl that was just here. I've never seen her at a game before." Danny shook his head quickly. "I don't really know her, I think she goes to Valley." He dismissed my question, trying to pull me back in. I wriggled out of his grasp, and stood my ground. "She goes to Valley, but was supporting us?" I pried. "She had your number on her cheek." "She's obsessed with me. I guess she's been waiting for this game to come talk to me." He shrugged his shoulders, and moved closer to me again. I'd been so ready to confront him, but seeing the two of them almost instantly killed any desire to argue.