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Nameless Vlad/Danny Fanfic Ch. 8
Title: Err...actually, I haven't thought of one yet
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language and sex
Summery: Taking place after the death of Danny's friends and family from the Nasty Burger explosion, we cut to an AU (hey, an AU for an AU) where Vlad denied Danny's request to strip him of his ghost powers and instead fast forward to two years later where a 16 year old Danny discovers life and love over Vlad, the man who helped him in his dire emotional time of need, a love that will progress throughout the years.
Warnings: Mostly the sex, spoilers for TUE (and any DP episodes that comes it's way)
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is the property of Butch Hartman/Nickelodeon and. This fanfic isn't making any profit of his work and is written just for fun and appreciation of the Vlad/Danny pairing.
Chapter Eight. GhostWriter comes over for dinner at the Masters home. Crap happens.
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“Letting that part out was such a relief and it gave me a perfect excuse to get close to him.” Danny blurted to GhostWriter a couple of days after the confession of his sexuality to Vlad at the local bar (who only admits him in if he declares to avoid the alcohol).
“But you still haven’t admitted you like him.”
“No, of course not! I can’t tell him yet.”
“Kid, if you don’t tell him, Vlad’s gonna find someone else.”
“Someone else? He obsessed over my mom for a period of twenty something years.”
“But she’s not here anymore. You even said she hasn’t been spotted in the Ghost Zone.”
“As far as I know. I even asked Clockwork and he refused to tell me what I need to know,” Danny sighed, less frustrated and more tired from his endless search for his friends and family, “I think I’m just not meant to see them. Maybe Clockwork or the fates or whatever fears I’ll become too dependent on them. Maybe they want me to find my path on my own.”
“A path you have yet to find or is Vlad that path and you’re just trying to reach it?”
“Yeah. I used to get SO annoyed with that man years back. I had no problem railing in a punch or two because it felt good just to shut his pompous trap. I never wanted any part of him in my life and it irritated me that I had connections with that creep due to my folks knowing him and our shared ghost powers,” Danny toyed around with his now empty glass of Pepsi, swirling the cup around to make the ice cubes clatter about, “But when he took me in when I was desperate, he was so kind to me. He didn’t take advantage of me, and anytime I cried, he was always there. One time, I was in such a huge emotional state I just stayed in my room all day and just cried for hours. One of the Vulture ghosts got tired of my whiny attitude and called Vlad when he was off on an important meeting that could make or break his deal with another company. That meeting was important to him…but he stopped and cancelled everything right on the spot and he came home. He phased into my room and hugged me and I felt so relieved. Like the weight of the world just lifted over my shoulder.” His voice got dreamy as he lowered his head down on top of his crossed arms on the table.
“Sounds like a good man.” GhostWriter softly spoke.
“I was surprised, but he is. I don’t know--maybe he changed for me,” Danny shrugged, “The point is, I always felt some sort of empty feeling in my heart. I’ve told you that before. I just recently realized Vlad’s the one who makes it whole. I like him, which is why I feel the way I do now.”
“He completes you?” GhostWriter asked in a half teasing tone. Danny raised his head a few inches up and merely gave off a cheeky smile.
“Yeah, he does. He let me wrap my arms around his. I wonder if he subconsciously likes me?” Danny blushed, “Oh, now it’s just wishful thinking.”
“Don’t be so sure, kid. Anything is possible. Ultimately you have to tell him or otherwise, you will never get that chance again,” GhostWriter advised, placing a hand over Danny’s, “Twenty years of obsessing over the same woman or not, there are just as many potentials for Vlad to score with another being.”
“I know, but I don’t know what to say or do? Do I slowly hint it over time or what?”
“You are hopeless.”
“Well, maybe you can help me.”
“How?”
“Advice?” Danny shrugged.
“Just because you described the both of your interaction with each other so vividly doesn’t mean I can just dish out advice in hopes one will work best,” GhostWriter stated. He then put on another grin and pondered, “Hmm…maybe I need to observe how you two work. How about inviting me over to dinner with the two of you. I can observe how you two interact.”
“R-Really. Wow…umm…okay. I’m sure Vlad won’t have any problems if I bring a ghost over for dinner. I mean, does he know you? I mean, Vlad's knowledgeable in a variety of fields of…whatever...yeah.”
“Great, then I’ll see you by five-ish and we can work on it from there.” He stood up and left immediately so as for Danny to lack time to retaliate should he protest the schedule.
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“Ummm, Vlad. Can I ask for a favor?”
“What is it, Daniel?”
“For dinner, y-you don’t really mind if I invite someone over, do you?” Danny again fidgeted with his fingers out of nervousness, “I mean, I know you’re not big on people just dropping by, but…he’s like a friend and…”
“A friend? I suppose I can do for a friend, Daniel.”
“Really?”
“It’s nice of you to talk with someone. I know Tucker and Sam meant a lot to you over the years, but it’s good to see you continuously move on.”
“Well, it doesn’t really help that Little Madison doesn’t have a lot of kids my age.” Danny said, “That said, my friend is a bit older then me and he’s…different.”
“How different?”
“You’ll see come five tonight, please--just don’t me mad.”
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He wasn’t mad; no, more like shocked for when Vlad faced GhostWriter upon opening the door, he instantly recognized the shaggy haired individual. GhostWriter let himself in and shook the wetness off his hair.
“Man, it’s pouring like crazy out there.” He commented.
“You could use your intangibility.” Vlad suggested, eyes half close, mouth forming into a snare.
“Ahh, so you DO know I’m of the ectoplasmic band wagon, figures.” The writer pointed before taking Vlad’s suggestion, dripping every space of liquid from his body onto the green and yellow recently shampooed Packers rug. Vlad quickly pushed him aside and kneel to the rug.
“You idiot, have some respect for other people’s properties!”
“All I did was dry myself, relax.”
“I cannot believe out of all the people for Daniel to befriend…”
“GhostWriter!” Danny shouted from above the double staircases right across from the front doors. After a quick wave, Danny slid down the banisters, tripped on the floor while maneuvering to gain his balance upon landing, and then smiled.
“Daniel, you know how I feel about you sliding down my banisters.”
“Sorry.”
“You never told me your friend was a ghost, a ghost I’m aware you crossed two years ago on Christmas.”
“It’s all water under the bridge.” GhostWriter stepped in, “We’ve gotten to know each other recently.”
“Recently?” Vlad placed his hands on his waist.
“Yes, I’ve rented a small house here in Little Madison to do research for a novel,” He answered, “The best part is that everyone assumes I’m just a strange pale man, so I don’t have to worry about tirelessly going invisible all the damn time. Young Danny’s been occasionally keeping me company for the past couple of months. Great kid.”
“I see.” Vlad crossed his arms, “Well, dinner isn’t ready yet, so we have some time to kill.”
“Oh, then I guess you won’t mind if I get to know you better, “GhostWriter said, “After all, the Vlad Plasmius, you’re quite well known in the Ghost Zone.”
"I'm known everywhere." Vlad added.
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Their conversation eventually led to the main living room where Vlad and GhostWriter sat across from each other in armchairs. GhostWriter provided some insights on his history and lifestyle while Vlad’s kept his as private as possible, giving off occasional glares to both him and Danny whom situated himself in the middle as the two gave off a somewhat back and forth conversation, finally able to withhold their own when the subject of art graced it’s way in.
“I’m just saying I don’t consider that art. It’s four chairs stacked in irregular poses.” Vlad positioned his hand in mid-air.
“Art is formless, it comes in any variety of size and shape. The artist who created it made a value point on the social status of the world by metaphorically using chairs.” GhostWriter countered.
“That’s a load of bull, it seems to me the artist did it to get her frustrations out on how much little success she has on what she describes people like me as “rich fat cats!” Vlad slammed his hand on the coffee table, “She acted as though we’re deprived of any souls!”
“Well, aren’t you the one who carelessly deteriorate any being that stood in your way to selfishly claim what you thought rightfully belonged to you?”
“I see Daniel talked a storm about me, but I hardly call that soulless as I was driven by emotions which, I’m sure any soulful person would possess. I’m a human, not a mindless robot.”
“Yes, Danny told me. So-called love.”
“Well, it is!”
“I suppose. Such a strong force can make even the most respected being act like a benign fool…isn’t that right, Danny?” GhostWriter turned his gaze to the boy who, upon being asked that question spent the majority of his time scanning the nearby magazines in a hand basket below the coffee table.
“E-Excuse me?”
“Don’t you have someone you wish to express your inner most feelings for?”
“HUH?”
“Daniel?” Vlad, too gazed, “You have a crush on someone?”
“Ummm…” Damn, why did they both stare at him? He felt like a deer in a headlight.
“Is this part of your new bisexuality? Is it a man? Or is it a girl? Is it Valerie?” Vlad’s questions sped through while he gripped the armrest on his chair. He was nervous. How best to deal with your recently bisexual “son”?
“I…I…”
“Oh, it’s someone very close.” GhostWriter tempted. Vlad widen his eyes and blinked twice.
“Oh, My God.”
“Vlad, please, I can explain, it’s just that--” Danny automatically defended.
“You and the GhostWriter are an item?!”
“The thing is--WHAT?!”
“Come again?!” GhostWriter sprang.
“Oh, my God. I should have figured this out the moment you brought him inside my home,” Vlad pointed, “Of course, your sudden bond with each other despite the previous meeting created animosity between the both of you.”
“V-Vlad…I…I…” As much as he wanted to blurt out how much he wanted to get down his pants, Danny reduced himself to a stuttering mess. GhostWriter silently sighed and rolled his eyes.
Vlad didn’t speak for the majority of the next hour. Dinner painfully wedged slowly through time, forcing the already awkward behavior down Danny’s throats who more then anything wished he were literally invisible.
GhostWriter decided to leave immediately after his last bite.
“Danny, care to walk me to the door?” He asked.
“Huh--oh, okay.” Danny stumbled out of his chair, tripping halfway, and staggering over to him.
“I-I’m sorry.” Danny muttered.
“The only apology you should make is what little courage you possess in admitting your crush on Vlad."
"Hey, it's not easy!"
"When is anything easy?"
“...Vlad doesn’t seem to like you.”
“And he doesn’t seem to notice you like him,” GhostWriter stepped up, “Now he thinks we’re a couple.”
“I don’t get why he’s so pissed though. Sure you two argued a bit and all, but I’m sure even Vlad would overlook such a petty thing like that.”
“He’s overprotective.” GhostWriter grinned, “But I finally got a good grasp of what I’m going to do to help you.”
“Really? What are you going to do? What can I do to help?”
“Just play along.”
“What?” And before another word could formulate from Danny's mouth, GhostWriter roughly pulled him close and kissed him. For as long as the kiss took, Danny remained more surprised then aroused. By the time he parted from him, Danny felt as though he was vacuumed in the face.
“Night.” Ghostwriter winked before exiting.
It took a few seconds for Danny to gain any form of sense when he turned around to face Vlad across the hallway with a horrified look on his face.
To Be Continued…
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language and sex
Summery: Taking place after the death of Danny's friends and family from the Nasty Burger explosion, we cut to an AU (hey, an AU for an AU) where Vlad denied Danny's request to strip him of his ghost powers and instead fast forward to two years later where a 16 year old Danny discovers life and love over Vlad, the man who helped him in his dire emotional time of need, a love that will progress throughout the years.
Warnings: Mostly the sex, spoilers for TUE (and any DP episodes that comes it's way)
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is the property of Butch Hartman/Nickelodeon and. This fanfic isn't making any profit of his work and is written just for fun and appreciation of the Vlad/Danny pairing.
Chapter Eight. GhostWriter comes over for dinner at the Masters home. Crap happens.
_______________________
“Letting that part out was such a relief and it gave me a perfect excuse to get close to him.” Danny blurted to GhostWriter a couple of days after the confession of his sexuality to Vlad at the local bar (who only admits him in if he declares to avoid the alcohol).
“But you still haven’t admitted you like him.”
“No, of course not! I can’t tell him yet.”
“Kid, if you don’t tell him, Vlad’s gonna find someone else.”
“Someone else? He obsessed over my mom for a period of twenty something years.”
“But she’s not here anymore. You even said she hasn’t been spotted in the Ghost Zone.”
“As far as I know. I even asked Clockwork and he refused to tell me what I need to know,” Danny sighed, less frustrated and more tired from his endless search for his friends and family, “I think I’m just not meant to see them. Maybe Clockwork or the fates or whatever fears I’ll become too dependent on them. Maybe they want me to find my path on my own.”
“A path you have yet to find or is Vlad that path and you’re just trying to reach it?”
“Yeah. I used to get SO annoyed with that man years back. I had no problem railing in a punch or two because it felt good just to shut his pompous trap. I never wanted any part of him in my life and it irritated me that I had connections with that creep due to my folks knowing him and our shared ghost powers,” Danny toyed around with his now empty glass of Pepsi, swirling the cup around to make the ice cubes clatter about, “But when he took me in when I was desperate, he was so kind to me. He didn’t take advantage of me, and anytime I cried, he was always there. One time, I was in such a huge emotional state I just stayed in my room all day and just cried for hours. One of the Vulture ghosts got tired of my whiny attitude and called Vlad when he was off on an important meeting that could make or break his deal with another company. That meeting was important to him…but he stopped and cancelled everything right on the spot and he came home. He phased into my room and hugged me and I felt so relieved. Like the weight of the world just lifted over my shoulder.” His voice got dreamy as he lowered his head down on top of his crossed arms on the table.
“Sounds like a good man.” GhostWriter softly spoke.
“I was surprised, but he is. I don’t know--maybe he changed for me,” Danny shrugged, “The point is, I always felt some sort of empty feeling in my heart. I’ve told you that before. I just recently realized Vlad’s the one who makes it whole. I like him, which is why I feel the way I do now.”
“He completes you?” GhostWriter asked in a half teasing tone. Danny raised his head a few inches up and merely gave off a cheeky smile.
“Yeah, he does. He let me wrap my arms around his. I wonder if he subconsciously likes me?” Danny blushed, “Oh, now it’s just wishful thinking.”
“Don’t be so sure, kid. Anything is possible. Ultimately you have to tell him or otherwise, you will never get that chance again,” GhostWriter advised, placing a hand over Danny’s, “Twenty years of obsessing over the same woman or not, there are just as many potentials for Vlad to score with another being.”
“I know, but I don’t know what to say or do? Do I slowly hint it over time or what?”
“You are hopeless.”
“Well, maybe you can help me.”
“How?”
“Advice?” Danny shrugged.
“Just because you described the both of your interaction with each other so vividly doesn’t mean I can just dish out advice in hopes one will work best,” GhostWriter stated. He then put on another grin and pondered, “Hmm…maybe I need to observe how you two work. How about inviting me over to dinner with the two of you. I can observe how you two interact.”
“R-Really. Wow…umm…okay. I’m sure Vlad won’t have any problems if I bring a ghost over for dinner. I mean, does he know you? I mean, Vlad's knowledgeable in a variety of fields of…whatever...yeah.”
“Great, then I’ll see you by five-ish and we can work on it from there.” He stood up and left immediately so as for Danny to lack time to retaliate should he protest the schedule.
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“Ummm, Vlad. Can I ask for a favor?”
“What is it, Daniel?”
“For dinner, y-you don’t really mind if I invite someone over, do you?” Danny again fidgeted with his fingers out of nervousness, “I mean, I know you’re not big on people just dropping by, but…he’s like a friend and…”
“A friend? I suppose I can do for a friend, Daniel.”
“Really?”
“It’s nice of you to talk with someone. I know Tucker and Sam meant a lot to you over the years, but it’s good to see you continuously move on.”
“Well, it doesn’t really help that Little Madison doesn’t have a lot of kids my age.” Danny said, “That said, my friend is a bit older then me and he’s…different.”
“How different?”
“You’ll see come five tonight, please--just don’t me mad.”
_________________________
He wasn’t mad; no, more like shocked for when Vlad faced GhostWriter upon opening the door, he instantly recognized the shaggy haired individual. GhostWriter let himself in and shook the wetness off his hair.
“Man, it’s pouring like crazy out there.” He commented.
“You could use your intangibility.” Vlad suggested, eyes half close, mouth forming into a snare.
“Ahh, so you DO know I’m of the ectoplasmic band wagon, figures.” The writer pointed before taking Vlad’s suggestion, dripping every space of liquid from his body onto the green and yellow recently shampooed Packers rug. Vlad quickly pushed him aside and kneel to the rug.
“You idiot, have some respect for other people’s properties!”
“All I did was dry myself, relax.”
“I cannot believe out of all the people for Daniel to befriend…”
“GhostWriter!” Danny shouted from above the double staircases right across from the front doors. After a quick wave, Danny slid down the banisters, tripped on the floor while maneuvering to gain his balance upon landing, and then smiled.
“Daniel, you know how I feel about you sliding down my banisters.”
“Sorry.”
“You never told me your friend was a ghost, a ghost I’m aware you crossed two years ago on Christmas.”
“It’s all water under the bridge.” GhostWriter stepped in, “We’ve gotten to know each other recently.”
“Recently?” Vlad placed his hands on his waist.
“Yes, I’ve rented a small house here in Little Madison to do research for a novel,” He answered, “The best part is that everyone assumes I’m just a strange pale man, so I don’t have to worry about tirelessly going invisible all the damn time. Young Danny’s been occasionally keeping me company for the past couple of months. Great kid.”
“I see.” Vlad crossed his arms, “Well, dinner isn’t ready yet, so we have some time to kill.”
“Oh, then I guess you won’t mind if I get to know you better, “GhostWriter said, “After all, the Vlad Plasmius, you’re quite well known in the Ghost Zone.”
"I'm known everywhere." Vlad added.
______________________
Their conversation eventually led to the main living room where Vlad and GhostWriter sat across from each other in armchairs. GhostWriter provided some insights on his history and lifestyle while Vlad’s kept his as private as possible, giving off occasional glares to both him and Danny whom situated himself in the middle as the two gave off a somewhat back and forth conversation, finally able to withhold their own when the subject of art graced it’s way in.
“I’m just saying I don’t consider that art. It’s four chairs stacked in irregular poses.” Vlad positioned his hand in mid-air.
“Art is formless, it comes in any variety of size and shape. The artist who created it made a value point on the social status of the world by metaphorically using chairs.” GhostWriter countered.
“That’s a load of bull, it seems to me the artist did it to get her frustrations out on how much little success she has on what she describes people like me as “rich fat cats!” Vlad slammed his hand on the coffee table, “She acted as though we’re deprived of any souls!”
“Well, aren’t you the one who carelessly deteriorate any being that stood in your way to selfishly claim what you thought rightfully belonged to you?”
“I see Daniel talked a storm about me, but I hardly call that soulless as I was driven by emotions which, I’m sure any soulful person would possess. I’m a human, not a mindless robot.”
“Yes, Danny told me. So-called love.”
“Well, it is!”
“I suppose. Such a strong force can make even the most respected being act like a benign fool…isn’t that right, Danny?” GhostWriter turned his gaze to the boy who, upon being asked that question spent the majority of his time scanning the nearby magazines in a hand basket below the coffee table.
“E-Excuse me?”
“Don’t you have someone you wish to express your inner most feelings for?”
“HUH?”
“Daniel?” Vlad, too gazed, “You have a crush on someone?”
“Ummm…” Damn, why did they both stare at him? He felt like a deer in a headlight.
“Is this part of your new bisexuality? Is it a man? Or is it a girl? Is it Valerie?” Vlad’s questions sped through while he gripped the armrest on his chair. He was nervous. How best to deal with your recently bisexual “son”?
“I…I…”
“Oh, it’s someone very close.” GhostWriter tempted. Vlad widen his eyes and blinked twice.
“Oh, My God.”
“Vlad, please, I can explain, it’s just that--” Danny automatically defended.
“You and the GhostWriter are an item?!”
“The thing is--WHAT?!”
“Come again?!” GhostWriter sprang.
“Oh, my God. I should have figured this out the moment you brought him inside my home,” Vlad pointed, “Of course, your sudden bond with each other despite the previous meeting created animosity between the both of you.”
“V-Vlad…I…I…” As much as he wanted to blurt out how much he wanted to get down his pants, Danny reduced himself to a stuttering mess. GhostWriter silently sighed and rolled his eyes.
Vlad didn’t speak for the majority of the next hour. Dinner painfully wedged slowly through time, forcing the already awkward behavior down Danny’s throats who more then anything wished he were literally invisible.
GhostWriter decided to leave immediately after his last bite.
“Danny, care to walk me to the door?” He asked.
“Huh--oh, okay.” Danny stumbled out of his chair, tripping halfway, and staggering over to him.
“I-I’m sorry.” Danny muttered.
“The only apology you should make is what little courage you possess in admitting your crush on Vlad."
"Hey, it's not easy!"
"When is anything easy?"
“...Vlad doesn’t seem to like you.”
“And he doesn’t seem to notice you like him,” GhostWriter stepped up, “Now he thinks we’re a couple.”
“I don’t get why he’s so pissed though. Sure you two argued a bit and all, but I’m sure even Vlad would overlook such a petty thing like that.”
“He’s overprotective.” GhostWriter grinned, “But I finally got a good grasp of what I’m going to do to help you.”
“Really? What are you going to do? What can I do to help?”
“Just play along.”
“What?” And before another word could formulate from Danny's mouth, GhostWriter roughly pulled him close and kissed him. For as long as the kiss took, Danny remained more surprised then aroused. By the time he parted from him, Danny felt as though he was vacuumed in the face.
“Night.” Ghostwriter winked before exiting.
It took a few seconds for Danny to gain any form of sense when he turned around to face Vlad across the hallway with a horrified look on his face.
To Be Continued…
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