Hey guys! So I've basically fallen out of my DP fic and I want to finish writing it since my TeenTitans fic is about to wrap up but I decided to give myself a bit of practice. So I found this 30 day prompt thing and I really like the idea so I've opted to give it a shot. It'll train me to write and update quickly since this will have to be one chapter every day it's going to be a real challenge for me. I can't wait to show you guys all the fluff and smut I am capable of doing in 30 days. Also some may or may not be interlocking, we'll see how I feel when I write them.
Prompt 1 – Holding Hands: I didn't start off with this being as fluffy as it ends up being but I regret nothing, I think it's kind of cute. What I wanted to do was kind of use the prompt in a new way other then the shy holding hands for the first time thing that I see in a lot of fics (not that it's bad) and I think the concept reads through pretty clearly. So enjoy!
Rating: K+
1. Phantom Touch
He gritted his teeth as he took the hit at point blank. There was going to be a bruise there the next day whether he liked it or not. Instead of staying down Danny raised his gaze, the venomous green angry from this occurrence. He was becoming more and more annoyed as the fight carried on. He was supposed to be meeting Sam in the next town over for their first date but she was going to be waiting a lot longer then she should. Why did he think it would be a good idea to assume he had a day off from everything ghost?
A grunt sounded beside him and he turned to look at the older Halfa who landed beside him.
Speaking of everything ghost, everything had only got more upsetting when he'd shown up. Of course, it was more of a trap, they'd both been played. Danny had rushed at the first sound of an emergency towards toward park and the other had been drawn in by dark promises of information he so direly sought. Neither found what they were expecting. Each other was not what they had anticipated. The moment both Danny Phantom and Vlad Plasmius were aware that something wasn't right they parted and tried in vain to disperse from the scene. Luck was not on their side.
Simultaneously Skulker reared his ugly head, along with a shield that wouldn't allow the two Halfas, and consequently himself, out. This, Skulker didn't seem to be bothered by, as it seemed Technus was still around for a bit of tag-team revenge.
The ensuing battle seemed to be going well at first; it had taken Plasmius all of a minute to muster the energy necessary to take out the shield. Out flying the mad hunter was going to be undoubtedly harder with his high tech partner so the two opted to continue the battle but on grounds that might make their enemy wary of continuing their encounter.
They'd lead Skulker to the roofs of Amityville, Danny shouting all the way at Vlad to leave Skulker to him that the other's presence wasn't doing any good. Naturally, that would be when Vlad shoved the boy hard, allowing the shot not meant for him to clip his shoulder with a none too nice hiss. The laughter of their enemy only served to fuel the two arch rivals.
Wearing down Technus was the best bet and that had been nearly thirty minutes ago, now peeling himself away from the roof entryway alongside Plasmius the effects of staying ghost for so long were starting to affect him. After two years he could hold himself longer but in battle and especially in unhindered anger he was burning his own inner power supply slowly. It was moments like this in his summer that he wished that Tucker hadn't gone off to 'nerd camp'. Do they even camp or do they just sleep under their computer desks roasting organic marshmallows over their monitors and hacking into cosplay sites in the dead of night?
"Ow," he felt along his ribcage and sighed in frustration as he felt the familiar crunch of his umpteenth cell phone at his backside; luckily he'd learned a long time ago to get the cheap pre-paid things.
"Move it, boy, he's coming back." Vlad gripped the arm not resting against his abdomen and pulled until they were resting against the shadow of the stairwell. They were at least five stories up, well out of civilian danger but Danny started to get that feeling that said if he didn't end this fast someone was bound to get hurt, and it wouldn't just be them.
Danny looked up at the blue skinned villain and narrowed his eyes. "Just leave already, would you? Obviously he's after both of us maybe he'll give up if one of us leaves."
"Still playing that same old tune, Daniel?" Crimson hues forced themselves from the darkening sky to look at the boy letting go of his arm in the process. Still a boy, very much so a boy. Sixteen was agreeing with the youngest Halfa and each year that passed he was coming closer to surpassing his superior. But for now he was still the naïve child who wanted to play hero. "If that were in fact true, why is it you haven't left?"
Opening his mouth to answer Danny found that he couldn't answer or rather there was no answer; at least not one he was currently aware of. He settled, instead, for a glare.
"You have your reasons and I'll take care of my own," was Vlad's simple answer. Danny huffed, leaning around the taller to look at the sky himself.
Skulker's presence remained and there was just the vaguest hint of wear in the way he hovered above the rooftop. A smirk crossed both the Halfa's faces simultaneously. In the years there were the vaguest understandings of a truce when it was necessary and while it was always shaky there was still a bond there. When Danny disappeared from Vlad's side there was no annoyance or hesitance just silent understanding.
Waiting, as Vlad had done before, for the boy to become tangible he would swoop in as a duplicate to grip the distracted foe hold him down for one solid punch to the metal face by his own self. There was doubt he would recover quickly but it would be just enough time for Danny, not far from their foe's back, to disengage the now weakened Technus from Skulker and slip him into his handy thermos.
Simple as that.
When the moment came for action, the sight of Danny a pleasant one for once, there was no surprises. Predictability is one of Skulker's strong suits, that is until something unpredictable occurred.
After Danny pulled Technus from the hunter's being there was a low beep at the slightest hint of a smirk from Skulker before he vanished and a bright light emitted from the device that Danny threw to the ground. The Halfa's looked up at one another for the briefest of moments before both were flying backwards, and not in a good way.
Vlad hit the opposite side of the roof with a most unpleasant crack, his shoulder no doubt. He reverted back to the tall, slender, silver-haired man and felt himself want to do nothing more than lean into the brick of the building and sleep off the oncoming headache. On the other hand, this was not yet the time for rest, as his blue eyed gaze wandered the scenery there was something missing, besides Skulker that is.
"Daniel?" he coughed out trying to regain his footing. If the blast had caused him to revert back then the boy was probably passed out from being closer to the center. Quickly, limping over to where he'd last seen the young Phantom he furrowed his brows at his absence. "Da –"
He was stopped at the slightest movement at the edge of the roof. Coming over he saw a most fortunately not unconscious Daniel Fenton holding on for dear life.
"Daniel, are you alright?" Vlad asked, leaning forward enough to grip the boys arm with one of his own and reaching out with the other.
Taking the hint Danny placed his hand in the elder man's and smirked. "Oh yeah, totally, I love getting blasted off rooftops. I try to fit it into my schedule at least once a day, very good for the heart. Next time you can do it, I insist."
Vlad ignored the boys sarcasm, despite the soft chuckle caught in the back of his throat. Together they managed to pull Danny up from the side of his impending doom, the boy letting out a rather large sigh of relief as he looked up at the other from more solid footing. "Part of me wishes Skulker stuck around, I'd really like to show him how alright I am right now."
"You are in no condition to be continuing any battles today, Daniel." Vlad prodded the boy's ribs earning a hiss and venomous glare. He frowned. "Bruised, if they were broken I am sure I would have earned more than that unattractive look."
"Yeah, well you're no beauty queen yourself." Danny grumbled and tried to recoil in on himself only to note that his hand was still in Vlad's grip, "uh."
"It was not a remark on your being, Little Badger, just the look you gave me." There was no need to clarify, Danny knew that and he was sure that Vlad knew that too. The grip on his hand tightened in just the smallest amount as he tugged away again. The feeling was warm and the sensation of the older man's larger fingers protectively caging his was almost a comfort. There was something about the tremble in Vlad's arm that stopped Danny from trying to pull away once more; instead he remained standing before the villain, his curious blue eyes trying to read the expression on the other man's face. It wasn't possible. There was a mix of things in those lighter blue eyes and it seemed like forever before the adrenaline came down and the hand's grip lightened enough to be just barely there.
It was beyond either of them at this moment to come up with the explanation for little details in actions such as these, so none tried. Vlad merely gave the smaller hand in his another squeeze and let go completely before stepping back and allowing himself to slip into Plasmius.
Of course, the older halfa would be the quickest to recover from fatigue.
Then he was gone, just like that. No more words were passed it was just the simple acceptance that the day that consisted of their coexistence was done.
When Danny finally met with Sam she understood, the kind of understanding that was just too good for him. It hurt. And when she reached for his hand he shrank back without meaning to, quickly covering by saying he sprained his wrist. When she moved to his other side he couldn't argue but it didn't fit right, her hand didn't cover his, instead he covered her, he protected as he should, as he did, as he would for what he resigned himself to be the rest of his life.
But like a ghost the feeling of a warm hand pressed against his own, shielding him, haunted him.
A/N: Review, let me know what you guys think of my little one-shots