Nameless Vlad/Danny Fanfic Ch. 3
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neoyiTitle: 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 Three. Danny tries to figure out his sexuality some more, this time with help from GhostWriter.
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The thing about Little Madison is that it’s name is literal; the population was small enough so that nearly everybody knew everybody. So much so that the residences could immediately spot a newcomer a mile away. Danny felt the stares when he visited the town for the first time, remembering it as an awkward experience as everyone eyed this city kid who possessed no idea how to breath country air. Luckily for him, the towns folks remained friendly and he easily adapted to the farm life. Dare he say he preferred it over his city lifestyle? The air always remain clean, everything felt relaxing, and when working for Abe, he always had something to do.
Baring that knowledge in mind, the children again ganged up on Danny and commented on a stranger who just entered their fair hometown, all of them talking at once.
“He was pale!”
“He wore a scarf and coat!”
“And it’s summer!”
“He’s hair’s shaggy!”
“He’s weird!”
“Danny, you have to go check him out! He’s scary, we don’t want him in our town!”
“Settle down, kiddos,” Danny maneuvered his way past them, “I’m sure he can’t be all that bad. It’s not good to judge one by just his appearance.”
“Come on, Danny! Go inside and get rid of him!” The children, too fearful and lacking much common sense due to their age shoved Danny to the local pub where he hit the double doors, casuing him to stumble inside.
“Sorry, Danny, you’re too young to drink.” The bartender from across lamely said.
“I’m not here to drink, I’m here to check out some “mysterious” dude the kids want me to get rid of or something--not that I want to.”
“Oh, he’s over there.”
Danny turned his attention to where the bartender pointed to, finding a man with a book covering his face. That however didn’t turn Danny’s attention as so much as the scarf and coat which he faintly recognized. At first, he wanted to pass it off as coincidence, but when the man dropped the book to reach for his nearby cup of coffee, it was clear as crystal--that man was the GhostWriter.
“YOU!” Danny shouted, ignoring his original idea to not caused a scene.
GhostWriter immediately recognized the voice and gently closed his book. He then stood up, eyeballed Danny, and gave off an elfish grin. Now Danny felt certain he’d want to shove him out of town.
“Hello, young Danny.” Ghostwriter started.
“Ya know this guy?” The bartender asked.
“Sorta,” He eyed Ghostwriter back, “What are you doing here?”
“Researching.”
“Researching what?”
“Researching for my new book.” He left the pub casually, Danny following behind. Upon spotting their hero, they cheered him on, “Beat that scary man!”
“In a minute, you kids go play or something.”
“I don’t mind, it’ll be good for research on how country kids act.”
“…That’s all you’re here? Research?”
“You’re acting like I’m some sort of evil being.”
“Well, you kinda went nuts over Christmas two years ago.”
“Well, you destroyed my book and didn’t apologize, so I got my revenge and taught you a lesson as well. Now that I’ve done that, I have no beef with you.”
“…I see.” Danny’s face didn’t feel satisfying, so Ghostwriter sighed and continued, “I’m not going to do anything to you or this town unless they deserve it. I just want to write a Western romance novel, is all.”
“Romance?”
“I love romance, love is wonderful, what’s so wrong with that?”
“…Ugh--don’t get me started on love and stuff.” Danny turned his face away and immediately thought of Vlad.
“Is something wrong, little Danny?”
“Can you just call me Danny and no, nothing is wrong--none of your business.” Quickly he turned his face away, but Ghostwriter already spotted the red cheeks on his face.
“Oh, my, the small half ghost is in love?”
“NO! …Not really. More like…umm…how should I put this--confused.”
“Confused, on love?”
“More like my sexuality. OH, why am I telling you this?!”
“Well, if you need help, I can be of some assistance. I’ve experience many different types of love, including confused sexuality. So, let me guess, you might be gay, but you’re not sure.”
“I don’t know about being gay…I mean, I still think girls are attractive. I kissed one last night and it was VERY nice.”
“So maybe you’re bi?”
“…M-Maybe.”
“Come, walk with me.”
Hestiant at first, Danny followed. As they walked, Danny began to suddenly blurt out everything he could about his romance, ranging from first crush to failed attempts at scoring Paulina back at fourteen, and lust and possible love for Valerie and Sam (although he stated the latter felt a bit weird since they were once close friends), and now the subject came to Vlad which Danny admittedly spent a difficult time expressing his feelings due to how uncomfortable he felt towards this subject to begin with. Needless to say, GhostWriter or not, he felt a great sense of relief now that he could talk this over with someone.
“Mmm, I see,” Ghostwriter nodded, “You have a possible crush on him, but you are uncertain on yourself at the moment. Currently not only are you confused, you feel empty, like a hole in your heart.”
“Yeah.” Danny nodded.
“Do you really wish to know if you’re bi?”
“I guess. I don’t really want to be confused.”
“Great, then take me to the nicest restaurant you can find in this town.”
“What? How will that--”
“Come on, chop chop.”
Danny sighed and led him to a rather fancy steakhouse. Ghostwrite obviously didn’t seem pleased.
“THIS is the fanciest place in this town?”
“Hey, it’s the Little Madison, not the Big Apple.” Danny muttered. The two took a seat until a waitress came and handed them menus.
“I’m surprised no one’s noticed you as a ghost.”
“No, the people assume I’m just a pale man. Good thing, too, saves me the trouble of having to turn invisible all the damn time while observing. I suppose I can have a nice salad, I’m not too huge on red meat.”
After telling their order to the waitress, Ghostwriter immediately asked Danny to talk more about him in exchange that he’d do the same. Danny, confused at first followed along and explained the basic portions of his life, baring the Christmas fiasco of which the other held a firm grip on. Afterwards, Ghostwriter started on his life, both dead and alive.
“Wow, you REALLY met Andy Warhol at Studio 54?” Danny gasped, “What was he like?”
“Eh, it’s not so much what he’s like as how much you spend time eyeing that ridiculously mock of hair on his head.”
“But still, it’s amazing you meet that guy. I mean, I’m not an artsy person, but still.”
“Yes, back then, I was still a struggling young writer. I love the arts and always wanted to write about it. The 70’s was a time where I experienced many things about my life: carefree spirited personality, freedom, beauty, truth, love, and of course, sex.”
“…And this is when you first found out you were gay?”
“I’m not gay, I have sex with any gender I want to; men, women, drag queens, herms, whatever. Love is love.”
“Love? Sounds like you’ve been with too many people for love.”
“True, but I’ve had my shares of broken hearts and empty marriages. In the end, I suppose I guess I’m better off alone, but I encourage love.”
“What did you do when you first found out you weren’t straight?”
“I shrugged it off. It was a bit shocking, but I was already surrounded by people of many sexualities, it didn’t phase me, but I imagine the same is not the case for you?”
“No.”
“Tell me, do you feel comfortable right now?”
“A little bit more then last time, seeing as I’m talking to someone who experienced this, but still awkward and intimidating.”
"I see."
"Hey, GhostWriter? How did you die?"
GhostWriter made a small smile before answering, "Paint Fumes. Too many of them."
"So you were poisoned and they killed you."
"Oh-No. The fumes merely caused me to hallucinate and daze me, so when I started walking around the middle of a road...well..."
"O-Oh."
After dinner, night fell and the two started to walk over to the black convertible. About halfway to their destination, GhostWriter slowly reached over and held Danny’s hand. Upon contact, it seemed like a bolt of lightning struck the boy as his neck clogged up, causing breathing difficulties. Too nervous to really struggle his way out and GhostWriter keeping a firm grip on his hand, Danny barely survived by the time they reached the convertible.
“Ha ha, you’re rather adorable when you blush.” GhostWriter grinned.
“P-Please don’t look at me.” He turned his face away, but GhostWriter cupped his chin with his hand, bringing Danny’s face closer to his own. Slowly, but softly, he then placed a gentle kiss on Danny’s lips. If the shock of him being kissed by Ghostwriter--a male--wasn’t enough, it became the fact that he himself enjoyed that kiss, ultimately giving in.
When they finally removed themselves, Ghostwriter and Danny only gave each other different stares, one chalked with confidence and smugness, the other surprised and woozy.
“Hope that helps. If you need me, I‘ll be here. I‘m not going anywhere for a while.” And just like that, he disappeared, leaving a stunned Danny behind.
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“Where the blazes have you been?” Vlad cried out the moment Danny returned home, “It's over ten! I tried to call you on your cell phone and you didn’t pick up! You better have a damn good reason why I shouldn’t march over there and smack some sense into you!”
“I-I’m sorry, I must have turned my cell off.”
“Daniel…”
“I know, it was irresponsible of me, but I just had a lot on my mind.”
“Having a lot on your mind is no excuse for worrying me. I care about you.”
“I--I’m sorry.” He repeated.
“Are you alright now, Daniel? Do you still have a lot on your mind now?”
“Not as much…I’m alright, Vlad.”
“That’s good. Try not to give me a heart attack, Daniel. I worry about you.”
“I know.”
“Daniel, don’t sound so casual,” He then placed both of his hands on Danny’s shoulders, “I’d do anything for you, remember that.” Danny smiled and nodded before exiting to his room.
He immediately jumped to his bed and clutched his pillow, hugging it. At first, he just lied there, doing absolutely nothing but ponder. That kiss from GhostWriter which he enjoyed and Vlad’s “I’d do anything for you” comment left him asking himself; was he happy or terrified?
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 Three. Danny tries to figure out his sexuality some more, this time with help from GhostWriter.
_______________________
The thing about Little Madison is that it’s name is literal; the population was small enough so that nearly everybody knew everybody. So much so that the residences could immediately spot a newcomer a mile away. Danny felt the stares when he visited the town for the first time, remembering it as an awkward experience as everyone eyed this city kid who possessed no idea how to breath country air. Luckily for him, the towns folks remained friendly and he easily adapted to the farm life. Dare he say he preferred it over his city lifestyle? The air always remain clean, everything felt relaxing, and when working for Abe, he always had something to do.
Baring that knowledge in mind, the children again ganged up on Danny and commented on a stranger who just entered their fair hometown, all of them talking at once.
“He was pale!”
“He wore a scarf and coat!”
“And it’s summer!”
“He’s hair’s shaggy!”
“He’s weird!”
“Danny, you have to go check him out! He’s scary, we don’t want him in our town!”
“Settle down, kiddos,” Danny maneuvered his way past them, “I’m sure he can’t be all that bad. It’s not good to judge one by just his appearance.”
“Come on, Danny! Go inside and get rid of him!” The children, too fearful and lacking much common sense due to their age shoved Danny to the local pub where he hit the double doors, casuing him to stumble inside.
“Sorry, Danny, you’re too young to drink.” The bartender from across lamely said.
“I’m not here to drink, I’m here to check out some “mysterious” dude the kids want me to get rid of or something--not that I want to.”
“Oh, he’s over there.”
Danny turned his attention to where the bartender pointed to, finding a man with a book covering his face. That however didn’t turn Danny’s attention as so much as the scarf and coat which he faintly recognized. At first, he wanted to pass it off as coincidence, but when the man dropped the book to reach for his nearby cup of coffee, it was clear as crystal--that man was the GhostWriter.
“YOU!” Danny shouted, ignoring his original idea to not caused a scene.
GhostWriter immediately recognized the voice and gently closed his book. He then stood up, eyeballed Danny, and gave off an elfish grin. Now Danny felt certain he’d want to shove him out of town.
“Hello, young Danny.” Ghostwriter started.
“Ya know this guy?” The bartender asked.
“Sorta,” He eyed Ghostwriter back, “What are you doing here?”
“Researching.”
“Researching what?”
“Researching for my new book.” He left the pub casually, Danny following behind. Upon spotting their hero, they cheered him on, “Beat that scary man!”
“In a minute, you kids go play or something.”
“I don’t mind, it’ll be good for research on how country kids act.”
“…That’s all you’re here? Research?”
“You’re acting like I’m some sort of evil being.”
“Well, you kinda went nuts over Christmas two years ago.”
“Well, you destroyed my book and didn’t apologize, so I got my revenge and taught you a lesson as well. Now that I’ve done that, I have no beef with you.”
“…I see.” Danny’s face didn’t feel satisfying, so Ghostwriter sighed and continued, “I’m not going to do anything to you or this town unless they deserve it. I just want to write a Western romance novel, is all.”
“Romance?”
“I love romance, love is wonderful, what’s so wrong with that?”
“…Ugh--don’t get me started on love and stuff.” Danny turned his face away and immediately thought of Vlad.
“Is something wrong, little Danny?”
“Can you just call me Danny and no, nothing is wrong--none of your business.” Quickly he turned his face away, but Ghostwriter already spotted the red cheeks on his face.
“Oh, my, the small half ghost is in love?”
“NO! …Not really. More like…umm…how should I put this--confused.”
“Confused, on love?”
“More like my sexuality. OH, why am I telling you this?!”
“Well, if you need help, I can be of some assistance. I’ve experience many different types of love, including confused sexuality. So, let me guess, you might be gay, but you’re not sure.”
“I don’t know about being gay…I mean, I still think girls are attractive. I kissed one last night and it was VERY nice.”
“So maybe you’re bi?”
“…M-Maybe.”
“Come, walk with me.”
Hestiant at first, Danny followed. As they walked, Danny began to suddenly blurt out everything he could about his romance, ranging from first crush to failed attempts at scoring Paulina back at fourteen, and lust and possible love for Valerie and Sam (although he stated the latter felt a bit weird since they were once close friends), and now the subject came to Vlad which Danny admittedly spent a difficult time expressing his feelings due to how uncomfortable he felt towards this subject to begin with. Needless to say, GhostWriter or not, he felt a great sense of relief now that he could talk this over with someone.
“Mmm, I see,” Ghostwriter nodded, “You have a possible crush on him, but you are uncertain on yourself at the moment. Currently not only are you confused, you feel empty, like a hole in your heart.”
“Yeah.” Danny nodded.
“Do you really wish to know if you’re bi?”
“I guess. I don’t really want to be confused.”
“Great, then take me to the nicest restaurant you can find in this town.”
“What? How will that--”
“Come on, chop chop.”
Danny sighed and led him to a rather fancy steakhouse. Ghostwrite obviously didn’t seem pleased.
“THIS is the fanciest place in this town?”
“Hey, it’s the Little Madison, not the Big Apple.” Danny muttered. The two took a seat until a waitress came and handed them menus.
“I’m surprised no one’s noticed you as a ghost.”
“No, the people assume I’m just a pale man. Good thing, too, saves me the trouble of having to turn invisible all the damn time while observing. I suppose I can have a nice salad, I’m not too huge on red meat.”
After telling their order to the waitress, Ghostwriter immediately asked Danny to talk more about him in exchange that he’d do the same. Danny, confused at first followed along and explained the basic portions of his life, baring the Christmas fiasco of which the other held a firm grip on. Afterwards, Ghostwriter started on his life, both dead and alive.
“Wow, you REALLY met Andy Warhol at Studio 54?” Danny gasped, “What was he like?”
“Eh, it’s not so much what he’s like as how much you spend time eyeing that ridiculously mock of hair on his head.”
“But still, it’s amazing you meet that guy. I mean, I’m not an artsy person, but still.”
“Yes, back then, I was still a struggling young writer. I love the arts and always wanted to write about it. The 70’s was a time where I experienced many things about my life: carefree spirited personality, freedom, beauty, truth, love, and of course, sex.”
“…And this is when you first found out you were gay?”
“I’m not gay, I have sex with any gender I want to; men, women, drag queens, herms, whatever. Love is love.”
“Love? Sounds like you’ve been with too many people for love.”
“True, but I’ve had my shares of broken hearts and empty marriages. In the end, I suppose I guess I’m better off alone, but I encourage love.”
“What did you do when you first found out you weren’t straight?”
“I shrugged it off. It was a bit shocking, but I was already surrounded by people of many sexualities, it didn’t phase me, but I imagine the same is not the case for you?”
“No.”
“Tell me, do you feel comfortable right now?”
“A little bit more then last time, seeing as I’m talking to someone who experienced this, but still awkward and intimidating.”
"I see."
"Hey, GhostWriter? How did you die?"
GhostWriter made a small smile before answering, "Paint Fumes. Too many of them."
"So you were poisoned and they killed you."
"Oh-No. The fumes merely caused me to hallucinate and daze me, so when I started walking around the middle of a road...well..."
"O-Oh."
After dinner, night fell and the two started to walk over to the black convertible. About halfway to their destination, GhostWriter slowly reached over and held Danny’s hand. Upon contact, it seemed like a bolt of lightning struck the boy as his neck clogged up, causing breathing difficulties. Too nervous to really struggle his way out and GhostWriter keeping a firm grip on his hand, Danny barely survived by the time they reached the convertible.
“Ha ha, you’re rather adorable when you blush.” GhostWriter grinned.
“P-Please don’t look at me.” He turned his face away, but GhostWriter cupped his chin with his hand, bringing Danny’s face closer to his own. Slowly, but softly, he then placed a gentle kiss on Danny’s lips. If the shock of him being kissed by Ghostwriter--a male--wasn’t enough, it became the fact that he himself enjoyed that kiss, ultimately giving in.
When they finally removed themselves, Ghostwriter and Danny only gave each other different stares, one chalked with confidence and smugness, the other surprised and woozy.
“Hope that helps. If you need me, I‘ll be here. I‘m not going anywhere for a while.” And just like that, he disappeared, leaving a stunned Danny behind.
____________________________
“Where the blazes have you been?” Vlad cried out the moment Danny returned home, “It's over ten! I tried to call you on your cell phone and you didn’t pick up! You better have a damn good reason why I shouldn’t march over there and smack some sense into you!”
“I-I’m sorry, I must have turned my cell off.”
“Daniel…”
“I know, it was irresponsible of me, but I just had a lot on my mind.”
“Having a lot on your mind is no excuse for worrying me. I care about you.”
“I--I’m sorry.” He repeated.
“Are you alright now, Daniel? Do you still have a lot on your mind now?”
“Not as much…I’m alright, Vlad.”
“That’s good. Try not to give me a heart attack, Daniel. I worry about you.”
“I know.”
“Daniel, don’t sound so casual,” He then placed both of his hands on Danny’s shoulders, “I’d do anything for you, remember that.” Danny smiled and nodded before exiting to his room.
He immediately jumped to his bed and clutched his pillow, hugging it. At first, he just lied there, doing absolutely nothing but ponder. That kiss from GhostWriter which he enjoyed and Vlad’s “I’d do anything for you” comment left him asking himself; was he happy or terrified?
To Be Continued…
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Date: 2007-02-02 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-02 11:34 pm (UTC)ps: there is actually one (coherent) thing that I wanted to yell out loud when I read this and it was "Finally!!!!" lol Yaay for yaoi! X3
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Date: 2007-02-03 12:10 am (UTC)“Daniel, don’t sound so casual,” He then placed both of his hands on Danny’s shoulders, “I’d do anything for you, remember that.”
Kweeeeeeeee! X3
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Date: 2007-02-03 12:21 am (UTC)FRIGGIN' GOD OF ART AND SEX, HE ISSSSSSS!
"“Daniel, don’t sound so casual,” He then placed both of his hands on Danny’s shoulders, “I’d do anything for you, remember that.”
Kweeeeeeeee! X3"
You just know Danny's gonna interpret that into something romantic, HA!