Danny Phantom Porn Story: NIce

Danny Phantom Porn Story: NIce

A/N: Decided to put my notes up here for once. It feels kind of funny. Humm

Well, I found this little story in my scraps, and to my surprise found it complete. I just did some editing and decided to post it up here. *realizes something* Is this my first song fic?! *Looks around wildly* Holy cow! Well this is long overdue!

Song: Walking Her Home by Mark Schultzdont own.

I dont own Danny Phantom either, but I think thats obvious by now.

Walking Her Home

He knew he wasnt really there, but it felt like he was. Finding himself on his feet was what gave it away. He hadnt been on his feet in months. It felt good though. He also knew that their house had been sold years ago, but he found himself standing in their old room, decorated exactly the same way it used to be. And he understood. It was his chance to say goodbye.

He could feel its emptiness. It wasnt it wasnt really home, with the kids moved out, with her not there. It was just a house, filled with phantom memories. His tired eyes traced the room he had become so familiar with one last time. Their closet her dresser, still full of her clothes, untouched it even still smelled like her: a mixture of lilacs and earth. His failed attempt at growing a small plant. He smiled wearily. She always poked fun at him for that, but neither of them dared throw it away. His eyes continued. Their bed still unmade, as it always was. His nightstand with the broken lamp they never bothered to replace. The mirror.

He paused, looking over himself. He was unrecognizable from the boy he once was, with a shock of wispy white hair in place of shaggy black (or silver), wrinkles showing his age and hardships. Then, in the reflection, he saw her jewelry box. He smiled soberly, and turned around.

Relying heavily on his cane, he carefully walked over to it. He gently brushed the dust off of the top looking at his childrens colorful handprints painted all over it. Then he opened it slowly. The old tune played back, along with all of the memories.

Looking back

He sees it all

It was her first date the night he came to call

Danny believed he had never been so nervous in his entire life. He fidgeted with his shirt, trying to make sure there were no cresses in it and then remembering his uncontrollable raven hair, quickly tried to smooth it out.

Suddenly he smacked his forehead. This was a date he was going on! Its traditional for the man to bring a gift! He looked around on the ground, and quickly spotted a dandelion, growing out of the crack outside her door. He scooped it up.

Then he was at her door, looking blankly at it. Oh get a grip! He moaned. Youve been here a thousand times! Why is this so different! He knocked.

He heard some scurrying behind the door. Then he looked at his sweaty hand, and saw the dead weed wilting there. He threw it over his shoulder just as she opened the door.

She smiled. You look nice, she commented, a playful smile pulling at her lips. Danny, however, was speechless. Wow Sam he managed to gasp.

She was wearing black jeans, and tight a violet short sleeved tee shirt. It was fairly simple, but Danny suddenly felt like she was completely out of his league.

A figure stepped around her, and Danny tore his eyes away from Sam. Sam, can Danny and I have a quick chat? Mr. Manson asked quietly.

Sam gave her dad a look, but Mr. Manson looked civil. She hesitated, sure just be nice, she commanded. Her dad smiled gently, and closed the door behind him. Now it was just him and Danny.

Her dad said son

Have her home on time

And promise me you’ll never leave her side

Danny gulped. Mr. Manson smiled warmly. Dont worry, Danny. I trust you. Even though Pamillia and I found your character questionable sometimes, you always turned out alright in the end.

Danny shoulders visibly slackened. He smiled carefully. That means a lot, coming from you, he said seriously.

Mr. Manson nodded. Dont betray my trust. If shes home one minute past midnight, Ill have to give you the prison speech, got it? He winked.

Danny chucked. Im sure your not afraid to go back to prison, out of the many times youve been there. Ill keep that in mind.

Mr. Manson nodded, You got it, kid. He started to turn the knob, but then stopped. He looked back at Danny. I like you. Please dont break my babies heart, because then Im going to feel bad when I have to break your face afterwards.

I would never even think of hurting Sam, Danny said, all the playfulness gone from his voice.

Mr. Manson smiled. Good, he paused again. Where are you planning on taking my Sammie anyways?

Danny just smiled.

He took her to a show in town

And he was ten feet off the ground

God, Danny, this is beautiful! Sam gasped, her eyes wide. Fireworks boomed in front of them, their colorful lights reaching out to them gracefully.

Danny wasnt looking at them though. He couldnt seem to tear his eyes off of her. Sam finally seemed to notice this, and she looked at him and felt her cheeks heat up. She looked down. They were sitting on top of a huge tree, overlooking the city. It was Amity Parks Founders Day, and the entire town seemed to be alive.

Danny was elated to hear that. He looked down at his hands. You like it? He asked.

Sam reached over and squeezed his hand. He looked back up, into her eyes, her pale face were reflecting the color of the fireworks. I love it, she said quietly.

He smiled, and turned to look back at the fire works, and laced his fingers through hers. They sat and watched the city celebrated, and the feeling of being there with her made Danny feel like he was flying over the city.

After a few hours, Sam looked at her watch and her face fell. Oh shoot. Its 11:30. Well only have just enough time to walk home.

Danny shot her a look. I could always just fly you.

Sam shook her head. No. Id rather walk and talk. We cant talk when youre flying so fast. Danny took her hand, and turning to his Phantom form, he flew her down from the tree, and they landed on the road.

Sam didnt let go of his hand.

He was walking her home

And holding her hand

Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him

He would never forget that walk home. They talked about everything. They stopped at a fountain just outside her road, and they talked and talked. Danny sat down on its lip while Sam danced and twirled around him, humming a new song they were talking about.

Danny laughed. Cmon! Its fun! Sam exclaimed, grabbing his hands and pulling him up.

You know I cant dance Sam Danny started jokingly but he hand already placed a hand on the small of her back and held her hand gently in his.

Just try, Sam said, as she twirled out of his grasp and back in again. Rocking gently to the music she was humming softly, they looked into each others eyes. Her smile made his breath hitch in his throat. With her so close he felt like he couldnt breathe.

Danny sent her into a gentle dip, and Sam squealed. Once back up she said jokingly, Dont you ever tell anybody about the sound I just made. It would ruin my Goth reputation. Dannys smiled, and placed his forehead on hers. Her eyes sparkled like the stars above. I wouldnt dream of it, he whispered. Sam leaned up and their lips met.

Just then a star shot through the sky.

Down that old road

With the stars up above

He remembers where he was the night he fell in love

Sam ran up to her house, nearly dragging Danny behind her. They were both laughing. It was 11:59. With one last frantic goodnight kiss, Sam slipped inside. They were both beaming. No words had to be exchanged.

Danny had to sit down. Every nerve in his body was a live wire, and they were all shooting him the same message. This was the way it was supposed to be. He knew it in his heart.

He never forgot that night.

He was walking her home

Danny was exhausted. He still had the nervous habit of running his hand through his hair whenever he was worried. Sam always kid him about how his personality hadnt changed since he was a teen. His hair was only slightly less shaggy than it was from his teenage years, but it was still uncontrollable.

He looked at the walls, which reflected happy pictures of painted sailboats back at him. He tiredly glared at them. What business did they have, sitting there carefree on some lake, while he thought he was going to die with worry?

He thought about it briefly, and then decided that he had never been more scared in his entire life. Bring on the Ghost King- he could deal with it. He would even try out his alternate future self again, instead of having to wait in this damned waiting room.

Ten more years and a waiting room

At half past one

He had been sitting in the same white washed superficial room until the doctor kicked him out of Sams room. That had been and hour ago but it felt like an eternity. There was another scream. He stopped his pacing and sank into a chair. He couldnt stand this much longer he was sure he was about to go crazy with fear.

He held his head in his hands for God knows how long, trying to contemplate what he was about to become. He couldnt quite seem to wrap his mind around it.

When the doctor came in, he jumped to his feet and ran to the poor man with nearly inhuman speed. Keeping his secret was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

There was silence for a heart beat of a moment, and Danny was sure something had gone wrong- terribly, terribly wrong. Then the doctor smiled. Would you care to meet your son, Mr. Fenton?

And the doctor said come in and meet your son

Before, Danny had pictured himself bursting into the room, blinded with panic, but when faced with the actual door, he turned the knob so gently that it would have Jack Fenton wondering if Danny really was his son. He crept into the room on tiptoes, scared to disturb Sam or the baby.

When he finally got far enough in, he saw his beautiful wife holding his radiant son. Tears silently poured from her eyes as she looked at their child who was gripping the blanket he was wrapped in with his tiny fingers. Danny was sure he was going to faint right then and there.

His knees went weak

When he saw his wife

She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes

Sam looked up at Danny, and laughed wetly, you should see your face right now.

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