Peter Parker oneshots - Spiderson & Irondad

Phantom

So here are two of my favorite fandoms mixed into one! Danny Phantom and Spiderman! Woo! Hope ya'll enjoy this sweet lil fic :)

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As Peter stood on the building, he felt his spider-sense go off.

A whoosh went past his ear. He saw a speck of unusual green light from the corner of his eye. The moment he turned towards it, it vanished. Weird.

I must be imagining things. He thought. It's late after all.

He nodded to no one in particular but himself and shot a web to the nearest building. His spider-sense alerted him once more, it being more of a buzz now. It caught him off guard, nearly making him lose his footing and fall face first off the building. He stepped away from the ledge, head darting towards where he thought it came from. The buzz left.

He stood still for a solid minute, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. But as he was about to walk back to the ledge, the buzzing was back, this time stronger.

"Who's there?" He asked in a meek voice. No response except for eerie childlike giggling. It echoed, sending chills down his spine and making his hair stand up.

"Show yourself!" His voice now came out more confident but then faltered again. "P-please?"

More giggling.

He gripped the web he was still holding onto tight.

"Hello!"

Peter screamed and fell backwards on his butt. There stood— no, floated a boy with white glowing hair and very bright green eyes, clad in a black and white hazmat suit. He was upside down, right in front of where Peter's face was.

"Wh-who are you?!" Peter squeaked, still a bit frightened.

The boy giggled and flipped right side up. His laugh sounded like the one he had been hearing all day.

"Me?"

"Who else?"

More giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Then why're you laughing?"

"I'm.. amused." The boy smiled. Peter stayed silent, thoroughly confused. "Amused you don't recognize me. You're smart, right? Although I shouldn't be expecting much. Most people don't recognize me. At first glance, at least." He floated closer, leaning down to Peter's level. "But I thought you would, Peter."

"How do you—why—when—?!"

"Your voice. I may be dumb, but I'm not dense." He reached his hand out, his fingertips brushing against the mask. Peter didn't flinch or move away. The boy's eyes were mesmerizing, locking him in a trance. He could see every little detail of him, the glowing freckles, the scar that traveled from under the neck of the hazmat suit up to his cheeks—which looked really familiar by the way—, the round eyes and their white lashes, how his hair seemed to defy gravity. In a way, he was beautiful.

"What are you...?" He ended up breathing out, still in trance.

The boy pulled away.

"Well that's rather rude to ask, don'tcha think?" He frowned for a second, but his playful grin was back in an instant. "How about you remove your mask and I tell you? I'd like to tell you to your face."

That snapped Peter out of trance.

"What? No! No way!"

"Aw cmon!" The boy pouted in a rather cute way. "I already know who you are, why not just confirm I'm right?"

"I—I'm not—" Peter sputtered and stumbled over words, trying to form a decent lie. "I'm not Peter. I'm uh I'm Paul." That sent the floating boy into another fit of giggles.

"You're just as bad at lying as I am, I see." He stopped floating and landed on the ground with a soft thud. He sat down, legs crossed criss-cross-applesauce, now eye level with Peter. "We both have something to hide. I can show you my real identity if you show me yours."

Peter stared at the boy with skepticism. He could feel a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place why.

Well, what's there to lose. "Alright." He pulled up his mask to his nose, then sighed, took a deep breath and tore the rest of mask off. He watched the boy nervously, waiting for him to make a move. A delighted gleam came to his eyes as he grinned wide.

"I was right!" He clapped his hands together in glee.

"How do you know me?" Peter asked. The boy smirked.

"You'll find out."

A bright light engulfed him, blinding Peter slightly. He raised his arm to shield his eyes. Once it dulled down, he removed his hand. There sat a boy with raven hair, blue eyes, and dressed in an oversized grey tee, jeans, and maroon converse.

"D—Danny?!" He yelled, nearly falling on his back once more.

"The one and only." A smug grin was plastered on his face.

"H—how—?"

"Long story. I'll tell you some other time."

"B—but what are you?"

Danny sighed and shook his head. "A halfa."

"A whata?"

"Halfa. Half ghost, half human. Bridge between worlds. Living dead. Halfling."

"Ghost?"

He nodded.

"But how...?" Danny stayed silent to the question, eyes trailing to the side. He pressed his lips together to a thin line. "Sorry." Peter apologized, noticing he had made him uncomfortable.

The two said nothing, simply sitting under the moonlight..

"It's getting late." Danny broke the silence. "Where do you live? I can fly you there."

"Uh... no, it's fine, I can just swing back." Peter stood up, dusting off his butt and aimed to shoot another web at the building. Danny sighed and scooped the stubborn teen up, carrying him bridal style. Peter shrieked as they flew down. He clung tightly to Danny's neck, eyes screwed shut. He could feel the others abnormally slow pulse against himself. Danny chuckled.

"Hey, open your eyes." He soothed. Peter pressed his face against the halfas collarbone. He took a deep breath, inhaling Danny's comforting scent. It made him feel safer, so he opened one hesitant eye, then the other. He looked down and gasped. He had never been this high before! The streetlights twinkled and gleamed beautifully. Being between them and swinging through buildings was great and all, but he had never stopped to watch and appreciate the sight.

"Woah..." He breathed. Danny giggled softly, looking down to see Peter's starstruck gaze. A familiar heat crawled up his cheeks. "That's where I live." Peter suddenly pointed out, pointing a finger towards a rather worn down apartment. Danny soared down and placed him down on his windowsill. Peter crawled in with skilfull silence as to not wake his Aunt May up. After he finally settled in, he leaned out of the window. "See you tomorrow?"

Danny smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of Peter's face. "Yeah. Get some sleep." He leaned forward, foreheads touching. He could feel Peter's warm breath on his face. "Good night."

Peter blinked. One moment Danny was there, the next he had vanished. He raised and hand, fingers hovering over where their heads touched.

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dun dun dunnn! I felt the need to write  some fluff. I've been reading so many DP fics lately istg. i'll maybe make a second ficlet, maybe through in a lil romance between the two. but we'll see!

anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed, and have a nice day/evening!

Eliot out. (yes you read right. it's hE/HIM TODAY BABY)