(A/N) I think I update more often on this because I am unrestricted by the storylines I set. I am freer to write my drabbles here, and I think my brain appreciates it :) anyway, will write another request after this. Love yall! Enjoy and leave requests if you want to :D.

REQUEST BY: not a request

PROMPT: still don't know if I'm doing this yet.

WARNING: none. Just cute fluff here.

Updated 5.28.17

It was the clueless child being so carless that helped them find out. Honestly, it was a complete accident, but a complete fail, anyone from Amity Park would tell you. The reporter, Johnny Smithsonian, wasn't even that well-hidden. Although, maybe it was Amity's own fault for not realizing it sooner. Maybe, if he wasn't so exhausted, their hero would have been more careful.

It was a beautiful day, the baby blue sky only interrupted by the normal ectoblasts of green and sometimes other colors, depending on the ghost that day. The Ghost Forecast channel was on 166, ironic if anyone payed attention to the numbers, and people could usually tell which colors would threaten them before they did. Many just walked past their battling hero and his enemy on the sidewalk, only paying attention if they were newer or obsessed with the ghost boy (or some of the hotter ghosts like Ember.)

This time, an old enemy, Bertrand (surprisingly without Spectra), came to visit. The town steadily grew more cautious as the fight became more intense and deadly, the two ghosts going at each other hard. They were on a busy street surrounded by buildings and parked cars. Phantom had arranged the cars amid the battle to form a circle around the ectoplasmic entities. This was because while Phantom knew he couldn't get the idiot press and fans hanging around to move, he could certainly protect them a bit more.

Soon, however, people ran off, cameras or not, as one woman was taken hostage. He had been holding her arm, but settled for binding her in ecto bonds with an ectoplam-made knife at her neck. Bertrand had a snarl that bent the large cut on his face, which was dripping green. He was no longer a cheetah, thank goodness. Danny was looking no better, breathing heavily with many spots that were sure to bruise and cuts that would heal soon. "Let her go, Bertrand," Danny growled, knowing it would do nothing to help the woman. He slowly stalked forward. "And why isn't Spectra here?" Bertrand growled. "We've got into a bit of a spat, but I will make her forgive me with you in chains," came the terribly vicious reply. All the while, Danny inched closer. He took a step and pretended to wince, using the opportunity to put his hand to the side, where the thermos was.

"Let the woman be. If you don't, you'll regret it," Phantom threatened. Bertrand laughed cruelly. "Doubt that," he said. He turned around, about to bring the knife closer. Bertrand needed to watch, so he didn't kill the woman. He knew if he severely traumatized Danny's obsession, he'd go mad, and then Bertrand would also be destroyed. But turning was a big mistake, realized too late as Bertrand was sucked into the thermos.

"You okay?" Danny helped up the brown haired and eyed, middle-aged woman when the bonds fell away. "Yes, I am now, thank you so very much!" The poor soul was shaking in fear. Danny gave her a hug around her red sundress that managed to not be awkward, just comforting. "Go home now. He won't take anyone again. That's a promise," Danny said softly, an impressively small amount of bitterness in his voice. The woman nodded and left, giving the boy a grateful tousling of his hair.

The lot appeared empty. It wasn't. Because while everyone else left, he refused to, instead broadcasting live. That he was our Johnny mentioned earlier. And he captured those very few, very life changing moments, when Danny Phantom looked around carefully. When he clipped his thermos onto his belt. When he formed white rings. When Danny Phantom became Danny Fenton.

The child ran away, presumably to eat dinner. Johnny turned around, very slowly. "Lance, did we just get that?"

It was an unspoken rule. The Fenton parents were touring out-of-state colleges with Jasmine Fenton, Sam Manson was forced on a cruise, and Tucker Foley was currently in Canada to visit relatives. Nobody who was close to Danny was there, who might've known his secret. Judging by how he arrived at school the next day, he had no idea everyone knew. The rule?

Don't say a word.

People slapped themselves mentally when he took a bathroom break. It made total sense, now that everyone Knew. His failing grades and tired looks had teachers drowning in guilt. How many times had they told Danny he was a no-good slacker? People a little closer to him grew sad at the prospect of him never seeing the stars like he had hoped. With those grades? No way. Everyone noticed his baggy clothing now, and remembered when they had seen scars underneath them.

Dash didn't pick on him, and neither did the other A-Listers. Teachers made the due dates later for the entire class, so as not to seem suspicious. People gave the skinny boy food-when did he have time to eat?—and he wasn't woken up in class anymore, only anonymously given detailed and thorough notes in many handwritings. Over the week, Danny seemed more energized. Maybe he was sleeping better? He was also getting fatter, thank the Lord. People now listened to Phantom when told to move, and the Red Huntress was mysteriously absent.

It wasn't hard to tell Danny noticed. He always seemed confused at every favor given to him, which only made people more willing to give them. He would smile and talk more. The boy seemed happy, for once, and he completely deserved it.

But Amity wanted him to know. Know he was accepted and appreciated for who he was, a ghost-human hybrid who saved them every day. So, The Email was sent out. Nobody knows who sent The Email. All that mattered was that soon, the content had been forwarded to every citizen in the tiny town, and was ready to be put into action.

Danny woke up to his alarm, and for the first time in a year, didn't groan when he did. He felt so much better, though he couldn't for the life of him, explain why suddenly fate was working for him. But he wasn't about to complain, so he got ready and made himself some breakfast in the empty house. He almost was tempted to skip school, but knew that despite these strange fortunes, he still desperately needed attendance. So, he walked out the door, on to be greeted with a letter under his shoe, taped down. All there was written was an arrow, pointing to another arrow, so on and so forth. Suspicious, Danny kept walking, tense and evidently ready to attack.

He was lead closer and closer towards the center of town. The silence unnerved him. Where was everyone? What hap—Danny stopped dead. Why else would it be so quiet, and these arrows pop up, all on the same day? Danny came to only one mind numbing conclusion: Amity was being held hostage. Breaking into a sprint, he followed those arrows like his life depended on it. Only, to him, it did. He tore through the streets, running until he heard rustling and shuffling sounds dead ahead, from Town Square. Not wavering, he burst into the area, ready to hurt some ghost, but was met with a completely different sight.

In front of him, all of Amity was in a line, holding something behind them. Danny stared at the happy faces. What the heck was going on? "Are you guys… okay?" A few people laughed, some nodded, some bounced excitedly. Moving towards them, he sent worried looks to the adults, but they looked the same. Just happy and excited. "Has there been some mass overshadowing?" Danny continued to stare until a tiny fist shoved something at him. "For 'ou. We love 'ou. Tanks," a tiny girl beamed. Danny looked down. It was a card, with two drawings. One of him, and then an arrow. Opening the card, what he saw knocked the breath out of his lungs and made his eyes bulge.

Phantom was there, besides the words, "Thanks for being my hero. From Ally, written by her mom." Danny looked up, shell shocked. Before his numb lips could move, another card was given to him by a twelve-year old boy. Danny's head snapped down comically fast, and he read a heartfelt thank you note from "Jake Wiles". One by one, Danny was given a card, saying many, many sweet things, all accepting him. The real him. The him he was afraid of at times, that tried so hard for approval.

The cards kept piling up, each one making Danny feel increasingly like he was dreaming every time he read it. He was so filled with joy he hadn't noticed he had started to float until the last card giver, William Lancer, pushed him down by the shoulder. He gave him a card that had a moon with a rocket surrounding it. Inside the card were the words, "My pride goes to the moon and back. I am astronomically amazed with you, Daniel. -Lancer". Danny looked up. "You are going to be an amazing man, Danny," Mr. Lancer stated with soft, happy eyes. That was the last straw for Danny's self-control.

The raven threw himself at the bald man, hugging him and crying with a huge grin on his face. Lancer, surprised, hugged him back. Danny looked up, a mix of a sob and a laugh bubbling against his lips. Too happy for coherent words, Danny ran over and hugged Valerie Grey, incidentally the closest person. Laughing, she hugged him back. Soon, everyone had been hugged, and the town felt truly united as they laughed and chatted together, the main focus the boy in the middle of the crowd, having yet to say anything in words, as if his face didn't speak volumes. He looked up and down and straight, finding grateful eyes everywhere, and he finally said something so very simple. Six words that resonated throughout the entire square. "Thank you. I love this town."

(A/N) SO. MUCH. FLUFF. I just wanted to write a quick, cute, happy one shot for yall at… 11:28 PM? Wow, I need a better sleeping pattern. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I will be doing another request tomorrow!

Love and laughs,

FowlFanKid13