Full prompt by Love-ly-ish: "A post Phantom-Planet (or post reveal, if you hate PP that much) fic in which Danny is getting used to his new fame and recognition as a superhero. His teachers, classmates, and even former bullies are all suddenly treating him differently, and Danny's not quite sure what to do with that."

Hey guys! So I'm participating in an event called the "Phic Phight," which is a fanfic writing event during April. That is why I am writing in response to prompts instead of my two other stories (but dont worry, updates are coming eventually. Maybe not until May, but not too much longer (hopefully xD)).

So this idea has been in my head for a while, and this prompt gives me a chance to write it! At the moment there are eight chapters planned. The second part of the prompt won' t be majorly addresed until about halfway through, but it will eventually.

If you know me and my rare, poorly planned updates, itll be a miracle if i get all these chapters done in less than a month. xD But im definitely going to try. Wish me luck lol

Anyway thanks for clicking and hope you enjoy whatever the heck this is!

Chapter 1 Word count (not including bolded message): 1,875

Sunlight streamed through the cracks of the closed curtain, casting unique patterns of light onto the carpet. Muffled commotion could be heard from outside over the cheerful chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The teenager shifted under the blankets. He didn't want to get up yet. He was exhausted for some reason, and snippets of the strangest dream were still present in his memory...

Blue eyes slowly blinked open. The smell of pancakes wafted into the room from downstairs. His favorite.

Why was his mother making pancakes? Usually they were reserved for special occasions like birthdays or holidays.

With a grunt, he sat up in the bed and let out a yawn. With a glance at the clock, he noted that it was after ten o'clock in the morning. He rarely slept in this late; either the need to attend school or his ghost sense would wake him before the sun rose.

He reclined back in the bed and picked up his phone, scrolling through some missed messages and notifications. His friends had been texting him, asking how he was. Even some classmates that hadn't contacted him in years had spammed him with calls and texts.

The boy frowned. Everything about this morning seemed odd. What was he forgetting?

A muffled yell from outside startled him. At that moment he realized the strangeness of the noises from outside his house. Usually people were afraid to even approach FentonWorks, for a multitude of reasons. But now, it sounded like the whole town was out there.

He turned intangible and floated out of bed, flickering into invisibility before he stuck his head through his closed curtain.

Danny gasped at how many people were scattered around his yard. Reporters speaking in front of cameras, excited teenagers wearing black shirts with his logo on them, various members of Amity Park, unfamiliar strangers. There was a crowd of all sorts of people, all with their collective sights on his house.

He shakily retreated back into the comfort of his room. Parts of his 'dream' came back to him in a blur. Purposely losing his powers, that weird ghost asteroid, going to Antarctica to turn the entire earth intangible, revealing his secret in front of the crowd... in front of the cameras. The smiles of his family and friends. And Vlad abandoned in space..? That part sounded too good to be true. But the rest? Not so much.

The vividness of the memories and the weird events of this morning were proof that something had happened. It all had to be true.

He slowly let himself drop to the floor. Shock and nausea hit him like a wave. He was exposed. The government would be coming any minute. Everyone hated him. He put his family through this.

It was all his fault.

A knock on the door startled him. He was stricken with shock. His family knew. His parents must hate him. He had to run, he had to escape before—


He blew out a silent breath of relief. It was Jazz. He didn't have to face them yet. He could still run.

Shaking, he stood up from the floor. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

Silence. His doorknob turned, and he stepped back into the corner furthest from the door. Maybe his parents were with her. He couldn't be too careful.

She peeked in before entering and quietly shutting the door behind her. She smiled sympathetically. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

He remained silent and didn't move from his corner. The shouting from the front yard wasn't helping to calm his nerves. His flight instinct was practically screaming at him to leave. He couldn't deal with this. He just couldn't.

Jazz must have noticed his spiraling expression. "Hey... Danny, it's going to be okay. We'll get through this, I promise."

He swallowed, daring to ask the question he didn't want to know the answer to. "D-do I need to leave?"

Her expression morphed into surprise and a hint of pity. "What? No, of course not."

Danny wasn't convinced. The fear that his parents would hate him—did hate him— still lingered. It had been there ever since his accident, and now it was stronger than ever.

He must have spaced out, because the next thing he was aware of was his sister hugging him. Swallowing back the lump in his throat, he melted into her embrace. He hated how he was still shaking, how she pitied him. He was stronger than this.

Wasn't he?

"Oh, Danny..." She whispered. "They love you so much. In fact, they're afraid that you hate them since they've put you through hell and back."

He took a shaky breath. Did they really think that? He never hated them. It wasn't their fault, not really. They didn't know... they couldn't have known.

"They want to see you, to know that you're okay." She ruffled his hair. "Mom even made pancakes. Don't worry, I made sure that they're not contaminated." There was humor in her voice, but the concern remained.

Apprehension gnawed at his stomach. The thought of even approaching the steps to go downstairs made him feel sick.

But he couldn't keep hiding from this forever.

He took a deep breath. "Okay. Just let me change clothes."

She smiled warmly at him and gave him one final squeeze. "I'll go make sure that the alarms are turned off."

He couldn't help but snort. He could only imagine the awkwardness if he set off the Fenton alarm as they were about to have a serious emotional conversation. It had happened before, but back then they had no idea why it was set off.

He took a few calming breaths before moving to his closet.

The phone rang for the millionth time that morning. Maddie Fenton groaned at the ear-splitting noise, continuing to flip the pancakes. It seemed like everyone and their grandmothers were calling to get a chance to talk to the world's new hero.

She heard her husband approach the phone just to unplug it. "People just won't stop calling, will they?" He joked. "If only all of them wanted to buy our inventions! Then I would answer every single call!"

She smiled in the man's direction. "Who knows, dear, maybe this will end up increasing our business. But we have other priorities right now."

He hummed in agreement, sitting back down at the table and picking up the newspaper. It already had events about the previous day all over the front cover. Their son was all over the front cover.

The mother sighed quietly and returned her gaze to the pancakes. Some of them were blueberry, which had been Danny's favorite since childhood. The thought made her think back to those days that she still cherished, when her children had been young.

Some things never change.

But some things do change, she thought with a tired smile. Ever since the prior afternoon, things had been crazy. Well, things had been crazy for several weeks, as the response to the asteroid was being planned.

Then her old college friend had revealed himself as a ghost and tried to take over the world.

She still remembered the horror she had felt when he threatened the Earth. All this time, he had been tricking everyone, manipulating everyone, behind even the noses of her and Jack, two of the world's best ghost hunters.

Well, maybe not the best after all, she thought humorlessly. A ghost had been literally living under their roof for over a year, and they had no idea until the day before.

She sighed and started a new batch of pancakes. A few minutes before, Jazz had left the room to go check on Danny. He had been so exhausted after saving the world that he fell asleep before the return plane even took off. He had been too tired to explain anything yet, which made everything even more of a mystery. Jazz had also kept quiet, insisting that he should be the one to let them in on everything they had missed.

It pained her to think about it. All this time, her son had been out fighting ghosts and getting hurt and dealing with Vlad, and she and Jack never knew, never even suspected anything. All of their ghost inventions went off around him, and they still didn't even think to question it.

They had been blind. Blinded by their hatred for ghosts. Blinded by their hatred of Phantom.

The stairs creaked. She whipped her head around to see her daughter returning.

"He's coming."

Her heart seemed to stop. She was going to see her son again and apologize for everything. Everything that she had done that hurt him.

"Took him long enough." Jack joked half-heartedly, also clearly nervous. He wasn't his usual boisterous self after everything that had happened. It turned out that Vlad, who he considered a best friend, had hated him all along. And who knew what the wicked man had done to Danny, from the way their son had always seemed to despise him.

Maddie brought their late breakfast to the table, squeezing her husband's shoulder reassuringly.

"Before he comes down, I just want to tell you something." Jazz sighed. "I know that you're afraid that he hates you after everything that happened, but that's far from the truth. He thinks you hate him."

"What?" Maddie answered sadly. "We would never—" Her words died in her throat. Of course they would never willingly hurt their son, but they did that without knowing. Ignorance was no excuse.

Her daughter smiled sadly. "Just know that he's terrified to face you. He's been terrified this whole time that you wouldn't love him anymore. That's part of the reason that you didn't know until now."

Silence filled the kitchen. Tears prickled in Maddie's eyes.

"Well, we're going to have to prove him wrong, then." The father answered, smiling slightly. "He's our son, no matter what." The woman smiled in agreement at her husband's statement.

The stairs creaked. Three heads turned to see Danny frozen in place with eyes as wide as a deer's in the headlights.

"I knew I should I flown down..." he muttered to himself, and then his expression dropped when realized what he just said. "I-I mean... uhh... what's for breakfast?"

Jazz couldn't help but giggle, and soon the laugh was contagious.

"Here he is, my dork of a brother." He blushed at his sister's statement, still frozen in the stairway, as she served herself some hot pancakes. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Jack grinned and took a huge stack for himself.

Silent as a ghost, Danny shyly approached the table and sat down, clearly relieved when no one gave him a second glance.

For now, it was a normal family meal, and no one could be more grateful.