#I did not just call the infinite realms the immortal realms

[ducky-the-mucky]

On another episode of DOES THIS FIC EXIST…

Immortal Being and Embodiment of Space—(and maybe prince or king of the infinite realms)— DANNY PHANTOM, meets The COLLECTOR (Owl House) and their Archivists siblings!

That’s what I want to order from McDonald’s today :D

On my way to find hurt/comfort Troll Hunters fan fiction where Jim does struggle with delusions like Claire thinks in season one and probably the rest of the school too until the whole secrets out thing, because apparently I'm not allowed to rewatch shows in peace.

[zhelin-thames]

Since the majority of the ppl Chose "Danny as Ra's overpowered ex that Ra's still simps over" I give youuuuuuu

The Ghost King and the Demon’s Heart

The League of Assassins’ base was unusually quiet. Too quiet, considering the Batfamily was storming the place. Batman led the charge, followed closely by Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, and Batgirl. Their mission was clear: stop Ra’s al Ghul from completing yet another dangerous ritual.

“Move!” Batman barked as they pushed deeper into the stone fortress, their shadows flickering under the dim torchlight.

They burst into a grand chamber, its walls etched with ancient carvings. At its center stood Ra’s al Ghul, bathed in an eerie green glow, his arms raised as he chanted in a language no one could understand. Around him, a circle of glowing runes pulsed with power.

“Stop him!” Batman ordered, and the team sprang into action.

Robin threw a smoke bomb to disorient the guards while Red Hood and Nightwing engaged the assassins. Batgirl worked on disabling the defensive mechanisms surrounding the circle. But despite their efforts, Ra’s’ loyalists held them off long enough. The ritual reached its climax.

The glowing circle erupted in a flash of green light, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. When the light subsided, they saw him.

Standing in the center of the circle was a figure unlike anything they had expected. A man, tall and imposing, radiated an aura of raw power. His eyes glowed a vibrant green, and a faint mist swirled around his form. A silver crown rested atop his head, and a dark cloak shimmered like the night sky.

The room fell silent. Even the League’s assassins froze, uncertain whether to attack or flee.

Ra’s al Ghul’s stoic expression melted into something uncharacteristically human—pure adoration.

“Beloved,” Ra’s whispered, taking a step toward the man.

The figure raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Ra’s,” he replied flatly, his tone laced with annoyance. “Still messing with forces you barely understand, huh?”

Nightwing leaned toward Red Hood. “Did he just call Ra’s ‘Ra’s’ like it’s his nickname?”

“Forget that,” Red Hood muttered. “Did Ra’s just call this guy ‘beloved’? What the hell is going on?”

Ra’s ignored them, his focus solely on the glowing figure. “It has been centuries, my king. You are as radiant as ever. Surely you feel it too—the pull of destiny that binds us still.”

The man—Danny—rolled his glowing eyes. “Ra’s, we dated for three months, centuries ago. It wasn’t destiny; it was boredom. Get over it.”

Ra’s clutched his chest dramatically, as though Danny’s words had physically wounded him. “You wound me, my love. No one has ever compared to you. Not in power, nor in beauty.”

The Batfamily collectively recoiled.

“Wait,” Nightwing whispered, wide-eyed. “Did we just crash a lover’s spat?”

“Focus,” Batman growled, though even he looked taken aback.

Before Danny could retort, a voice broke through the tension.

“Father,” Talia al Ghul stepped into the room, her expression a mix of awe and frustration. “You summoned the High King of the Infinite Realms? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Danny’s glowing gaze shifted to her and then to Damian, who stood rigidly beside Batman. Danny’s expression softened.

“And who’s this?” Danny asked, crouching slightly to meet Damian’s eyes.

Damian hesitated, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Batman stepped forward. “That’s my son.”

Danny blinked, his gaze darting between Damian and Batman. A slow, amused smile spread across his face.

“Your son?” Danny chuckled. “Ra’s has a grandson now? Oh, this just got interesting.”

Damian scowled. “Are you implying—”

“I like you already,” Danny interrupted with a grin.

Nightwing snickered. “I think Damian just found his favorite relative.”

Ra’s, however, bristled. “Beloved, surely you do not wish to lower yourself to mingle with mortals.”

Danny turned to him, unimpressed. “Mortals? Ra’s, your ‘immortality’ is a cheap parlor trick compared to what I deal with daily. Honestly, it’s cute you think you’re still relevant.”

Ra’s faltered, his usual composure cracking under the weight of Danny’s words.

Danny turned back to Batman. “So, why are you all here? Stopping one of Ra’s’ schemes, I assume?”

Batman nodded. “We weren’t expecting… you.”

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” He glanced at Ra’s. “Do me a favor. Stick to your League and leave the realms out of your drama. The last thing I need is another cosmic mess because you’re lonely.”

“Beloved—” Ra’s started, but Danny raised a glowing hand, silencing him.

“Nope. We’re done here.”

Danny turned to Damian. “Seriously, kid, if you ever need advice about Ra’s, hit me up. I’ve got centuries’ worth of stories.” He paused, looking at the Batfamily. “And Bats? Keep doing what you’re doing. Lady Gotham’s lucky to have you.”

Before anyone could respond, Danny waved his hand, opening a swirling green portal. He stepped through, leaving behind stunned silence.

Ra’s stared longingly at the spot where Danny had vanished. “One day, my Beloved,” he murmured. “One day, we shall reunite.”

Nightwing broke the silence with a laugh. “Well, that was… something. Can’t wait to tell Alfred.”

Red Hood smirked. “I’m never letting Ra’s live this down.”

Damian crossed his arms, glaring at his family. “I don’t see what’s so amusing.”

Batman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not now.”

And with that, the Batfamily left the chamber, leaving Ra’s al Ghul alone with his heartache and the faint green glow of the fading ritual.

Masterpost

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.

Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.

Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.

Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.

And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).

Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.

(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)

The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.

Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.

And he kept coming back?

But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.

(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)

(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)

But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.

It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.

So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!

“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”

Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”

And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.

They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.

And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!

But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).

Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.

Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)

[jewelsli]

DC X DP X Captain Marvel/Shazam

So I had this idea for a dc/dp crossover (mostly about billy and danny). Anyway, Danny and Billy are both children around fourteen years old, both are posing as immortal heroes to the Justice League, and both have huge responsibilities that the fate of the universe depends on (Ghost King Danny). In conclusion, I think they would be SCARILY good friends, honestly brothers really.

Here’s how I think it would go (I’m not the greatest writer so bear with me)

Billy had just returned from his latest mission, and not the fun beat-up-some-badguys-then-go-home kind, he had been off-world (and off-dimension at times) near constantly for the past few weeks in some greater beings version of a joke, and had missed the latest JL meeting. He was currently stepping out of the beta tubes after getting what? Four? Hours of sleep. He shook his head, glad that I’m his powered form he couldn’t feel tired like Billy did(and less glad about the faint chattering of the Gods in his head).

‘Okay, time for the meeting!’ He thought with sarcastic joy in his head, pulling his features into a soft smile. He walked down the halls to the meeting room, it may seem like he was going at a fast pace, but compared to how fast he could go, he was currently a snail. He hovered(no not literally) outside the door for a moment before brightening his smile and walking in.

“Hey guys!” He said joyfully, glad to see he wasn’t the last to arrive, “sorry about not calling in at the last meeting, my communicator broke and I wasn’t exactly able to get in touch without dropping everything and I couldn’t … do that.” He paused as he noticed a new person at the table, which he vaguely recognized as one of the possible recruits for a new member. Something about them seemed… different, not in a bad way! But still-

Batman grunts… uh… he could never tell if that was good or bad, he looks up at the masked vigilante and waits for him to say something(I mean it was 50/50 whether that was the sentence or if it preceded it) “Marvel,” ah so this was one of the times it was followed by a sentence, “I expect your reports by the next meeting,” darn it “This is Phantom, he was introduced to the League while you were away.” He says with a nod at the new member, who smiled and waved at him. Billy waves back, it would be rude not to right? And sits at his normal spot, which is near(but not directly next to) the white haired hero. He sat still for a solid five seconds before becoming bored, if he knew how these meeting went(and he did) flash would probably show up a minute or two late, leaving about… ten or so minutes. He mentally sighs, turning to face Phantom.

“So…” he says before he can even think of what to ask, the other looking towards him, “Phantom huh? Are you a ghost of some sort?” He asked, he wanted to assume so, but then again Phantom girl wasn’t a ghost, so he might not be. And he would have to be a pretty powerful ghost to be seen by normal people, or maybe he was invisible? No he could tell that the others could see him- and he was getting off track, thank goodness for the speed of mercury or else that train of thought may have stopped him from seeing the other’s answer.

Phantom nodded, tilting his head and then saying “yeah, everyone keeps assuming I’m an alien for some reason? Do you guys not interact with ghosts that often?” Marvel thought for a moment, “The main members don’t really, but The JL dark does, deadman is a member and he’s a ghost. Have you met him yet?” He asked in return after answering his question.

Phantom’s eyes widened, “Deadman? I’ve heard of him but we haven’t met.” He responded, his face stretching into a smile that was bordering on inhuman. “I have yet to meet another ghost that’s a hero, all the ones I’ve met either fought with me or don’t leave the realms,” he sighed. Now it was Billy’s turn to smile. “The realms? As in the infinite realms??? Aw man I’ve been meaning to visit but I haven’t count the time! What’s it like? Does it really have the most diverse population of magical creatures? What about the new ghost prince? I’ve heard he’s much better than the old king!” He spouted with maybe a little bit of speed of mercury, and he really did want to know more about the ghost prince, he had to meet him later.

Before a (surprised looking) Phantom could answer, the meeting was started, he hadn’t noticed the people filtering in until an apologetic speedster sat down between him and the ghost.

Finishing up the meeting, oh gods finally, Marvel could feel how tired Billy was. He stood up to leave but was faced with Phantom looking at him, oh woah he was really tall for being so skinny as tall as he was!(and he was eight feet tall!!!).

“How do you know about the new ghost prince.” Phantom asked in a voice slightly below a normal volume, Billy looked him over, he didn’t seem hostile, just curious, so he thought back to try and remember. “Oh uh, I guess I was informed by some of my… coworkers” he said carefully, hey he couldn’t go ‘oh yeah the gods in my head told me and I’m the champion of magic’ he was trying to avoid the league learning that for goodness sakes!!!(sue him if he didn’t want the magic users of the league to never talk to him normally again or gain more attention from Batman). He saw phantom’s eyes narrow, “These coworkers must be pretty high up on the power chain if they know, the new prince kept the change from the old king to him restricted to those who needed to know,” oh, oops? Wait how did he know then? “So are you in one of these upper circles then?” Marvel asked, getting a small smile from the other, who responded with “Something like that, and who are you getting this info through?” He said, not letting him redirect the conversation as he had hoped he could. “I have a contact from the rock of eternity” he said quickly, hey it was kind of true, he did have contacts there and marvel was the reason why he knew. Phantom made a small ‘:o’ face and simply said “Oh” before glancing at a nearby clock and sighing. “I WILL be asking about that, but until then I have Infinite Realm duties, higher circles and all that.” He muttered the last part before leaving through the window of all places.

Marvel glances at the clock himself and cursed(internally, he would never curse in this form), speaking of the ghost prince, he had a meeting with him.

Yay I did it :D!!!

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Adoption | Learn

“So let me get this straight.”

Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.

“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”

If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.

“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”

A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.

After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,

“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”

… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.

Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.

Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.

So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.

But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.

At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.

The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.

‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’

Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.

Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.

[ravensuperr]

Gotham Baby Switch Mystery (DCXDP) - Part 2

Gotham Baby Switch Mystery (DCXDP) - Part 2

Inside the Infinite Realms, Clockwork was furiously sifting through timelines. An emergency meeting had been called, not just with the most powerful ghosts, but also with immortal demons and anyone else with the authority to intervene. There had been a monumental error in this timeline, and Clockwork had just discovered who was responsible. Worse, there was no way to undo the damage. The misstep had been made, and now they had no choice but to move forward and manage the consequences.

As the ancient beings gathered, the Head Observer turned to Clockwork, his voice filled with urgency.

Head Observer: "Clockwork, have you figured out how this error happened? We were all in agreement with Lady Gotham’s plan for this timeline. Even the ancient ghosts—we all agreed. How did this happen? And more importantly, how did Lady Gotham not realize what went wrong before it was too late? Our chosen warrior has already received their powers."

Clockwork: (sighing deeply) "There’s only one being who could cause this chaos and see the oversight. And with this realization, I now know who’s behind it." (Clockwork’s voice turned cold) "It’s Eris."

Head Observer: "Eris? No. Even she knows better than to step out of line with the Infinite Realms’ balance. Why would she do this? No—don’t answer that. I already know the answer."

Clockwork: "Exactly. Something else is at play here. Because of Eris’s meddling, we are now in full damage control mode. We must use every artifact, every being, every Neverborn, and every demon—everyone must pitch in. Not just to appease Lady Gotham, but to prevent the end of the world."

Head Observer: "Clockwork, do you know how this will unfold? Do you know what events will lead to the coming disaster?"

Clockwork: (pauses, his expression grim) "I haven’t figured out the exact events yet. However, I do know it involves an artifact—the Reality Gauntlet. That’s all I can say for now. Eris’s interference has clouded the timeline, making it difficult for me to see the full picture. It might take days—or even weeks—to understand how everything fits together. For now, we focus on damage control."

Just as Clockwork finished speaking, Deadman appeared within the Infinite Realms, specifically in Clockwork’s domain, and he came with an urgent message.

Deadman: "Ancient ones, I bring news from the Justice League Dark. The supernatural community has sensed something amiss. Even members of the Justice League—those tied to the Green Lantern Corps, the Amazons, the Atlanteans, and other extraterrestrial beings—are feeling the growing dread. It’s as if the beginning of the end has already started. I come to ask for clarification. You see, John Constantine—"

Head Observer: "John Constantine? You mean the mortal who sells his soul every chance he gets, using his silver tongue to get out of his deals? He’s heard of the prophecy."

Deadman: (responding) "Yes, he has."

Clockwork: (dryly) "Constantine. Of course, he has. What is it this time?"

Deadman: (seriously) "It’s a prophecy about a warrior—not from the land of the living, nor from the Infinite Realms—who will defeat Pariah Dark, the Ghost King, in single combat. This prophecy is one we all agreed upon when Prometheus shared his last prophecy before his core was shattered by Pariah Dark. But Constantine was also told of another prophecy, one that mentions the Wrath of Lady Gotham."

Clockwork: (narrowing his eyes) "That prophecy about the warrior defeating Pariah Dark is true. It happens in every timeline. It’s an event we can’t change. The warrior will always defeat Pariah Dark in single combat and become the new ruler of the ghosts of the Infinite Realms. That is set. However, the mention of Lady Gotham is the deviation—the change that none of us expected. That is the new variable we need to deal with. That prophecy was never part of the original plan."

Deadman: (pausing) "So what does that mean for us? For this timeline?"

Clockwork: (gravely) "It means that the interference of Gotham—specifically Lady Gotham and her warriors—has set off a chain of events that we cannot fully comprehend yet. I need you to deliver this message to Constantine. Word for word. Let him know that the prophecy about the warrior defeating Pariah Dark is true, but the role of Lady Gotham in this timeline is the wildcard. He must understand that this is not just about a warrior’s victory; it’s about the fate of all realms, and Gotham’s wrath may become the catalyst for destruction."

Deadman: (nodding) "Understood. I’ll make sure Constantine knows exactly what’s at stake."

Clockwork’s tone softened slightly, but the weight of what he was about to say still hung heavily in the air.

Clockwork: "The original plan, when we first discovered that the warrior was from Gotham and had ties to Lady Gotham’s warriors—specifically to The Dark Knight—was to let the timeline unfold as intended. Yes, the baby swap happened. The child, originally presumed dead, was found again. But when Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul discovered their daughter—living a happy, normal life—they chose not to bring her into their world. A world of assassinations, vigilante work, and endless violence. They decided their daughter would live a peaceful life, away from all of that."

Head Observer: "But that’s not how things happened, is it?"

Clockwork: "No. It isn’t. Their daughter, Danny, went on to live a normal life. The strain between Bruce and Talia has mended, but it’s always been there, lingering. It wasn’t until Damian, their second child, discovered that he had an older sister that the pieces started to fall into place. He wanted to meet her. On the same day that Danny began her transformation into something more—becoming Schrödinger's cat, a being who is both alive and dead, with all the advantages and disadvantages of those two worlds."

Deadman: (frowning) "So Danny’s ghost powers were triggered at the same time?"

Clockwork: "Yes. And this is where things went off course. Danny is now discovering her ghost powers. And with the knowledge that her biological family is essentially going to undo everything, we face our only chance of defeating Pariah Dark when he awakens from his eternal slumber. But now, everything is in jeopardy. We are managing this situation, but time is running out."

Head Observer: (concerned) "You said something about a man-made portal. What does that have to do with all of this?"

Clockwork: (pauses, his eyes narrowing) "A man-made portal has been opened somewhere near the Americas. But I cannot tell you the exact location yet. What I can tell you is that the Americas are facing a blackout, which stretches across several states. The power grid failure is caused by a faulty electrical wire, but we cannot rule out the possibility that it is connected to the man-made portal. The location of the portal coincides with the area where Danny lives. However, no one knows for certain if the power outage is caused by the portal or by the US power grid failure."

Deadman: (grimly) "So the situation is even more complicated than we thought. What do we do now?"

Clockwork: (pauses, then speaks more quietly) "We are sending someone to protect Danny. A spirit guide, a mentor, someone to safeguard her as she navigates these dangerous waters. You must tell Constantine that the ancient beings are intervening, and we will not let her face this alone. Gotham must be appeased. And we must ensure that Danny does not fall victim to the chaos unfolding."

Deadman: (nodding) "I’ll make sure Constantine knows everything. And I’ll make sure he understands how critical this is for the entire multiverse."

Clockwork nodded, his expression hardening.

Clockwork: "Then go. We have no time to waste."

After Deadman had left, the Head Observer turned toward Clockwork, his expression stern, a growing tension in his voice.

Head Observer: "Clockwork, now that Deadman is gone, I must ask you—why were you so vague about the location of our Chosen One? I understand not disclosing the exact city where they live, but why only mention the Americas, specifically the United States? What have you seen so far?"

Clockwork: (pauses, eyes narrowing thoughtfully) "I’ve seen enough to know that there’s a potential that Bruce Wayne might take his daughter back to Gotham. In my heart, I believe that this would be the right choice for her—after all, Gotham is where she belongs. But for the good of the realms, it is not. Not anymore."

The ancient ghost's voice dropped in weight, and he glanced briefly at the dimly lit realms around him, lost in thought.

Clockwork: "I’ve chosen the Neverborn Ghost of Hope—she’s connected to the Blue Lantern Corps. She has the ability to travel through the Multiverse with ease and can bring in heroes from any timeline, any world, any media, or literature. She will help protect our Chosen One."

Head Observer: (nodding slowly) "I see. And what else have you seen? Do you truly believe that following this Chosen One prophecy is the right path, even though we both know that this child—our Chosen One—doesn’t deserve this life, nor did they want it?"

Clockwork: (his gaze hardens, a flash of sadness behind his eyes) "I’ve seen countless timelines of Danny Phantom. And in each one, he/she has risen to the occasion—always standing as a protector of the people, whether from the city or the citizens of the Infinite Realms. Phantom would make a great ruler of the Infinite Realms—one of the best. That doesn’t mean this child won’t face hardship. But each lesson learned, each challenge overcome, brings them closer to understanding what it means to rule."

Clockwork: (continuing) "In fact, it’s because of this child’s growth that we’ve avoided entire wars from breaking out. Wars that would have torn the Infinite Realms apart—wars between us and the United States, possibly Canada as well. I’ve seen timelines where, if Danny hadn’t stepped in, the realms would have been at war with Earth."

The Head Observer absorbed the weight of Clockwork’s words before replying.

Head Observer: "So, what now? Will the events of previous timelines, the ones where Danny becomes Phantom, still unfold? Or will there be new changes?"

Clockwork: "There will be changes. Danny will fight with more intensity than ever before. What I have seen so far is that at some point, she will realize that the man-made portal—the one opening into the Infinite Realms—is, in a twisted way, her grave."

Head Observer: (eyes narrowing in realization) "Ah, yes. I know the custom well. Us Ghosts do not take kindly to those who desecrate or vandalize our own graves."

Clockwork: (nodding slowly) "Exactly. And you know, ghost customs are sacred. We don’t speak of how one dies, even among ourselves. But this revelation will hit Danny hard. She will understand, eventually, that her grave is the portal. And all the ghosts that come through said portal are subconsciously violating one of the sacred rules. It may take some time, but when the right antagonist faces her, she will realize the truth."

Head Observer: (slightly frustrated) "And do you know which antagonist will bring this truth to light?"

Clockwork: "There are a few possible ghosts who might lead her to this understanding. But because of Eris’s meddling, the timeline is still blurry. I won’t know for certain until things calm down."

Head Observer: "So, is our Chosen One in the hospital now?"

Clockwork: "Yes. She’s currently recovering. The Ghost of Medicine is tending to her. As we speak, she’s being cared for by a healer unlike any we've ever seen."

The Head Observer raised an eyebrow, slightly amused.

Head Observer: "Is it… Lady Tsunade? Why does the Ghost of Medicine and Healing look like Lady Tsunade from the world of Naruto? And furthermore, why that form? Why not any regular human form disguise?"

Clockwork: (chuckling lightly) "It seems so. The Ghost of Hope, with her ability to travel across the Multiverse, brought in various images of healers from different timelines. It appears the Ghost of Healing is quite taken with Lady Tsunade’s appearance. At least she's wearing the proper medical attire."

Head Observer: (chuckling as well) "I see. A fitting choice, then."

Clockwork: (grinning faintly) "Indeed."

Head Observer: "So, are we calling the Ghost of Hope by her name or her preferred alias? Since she does seem to enjoy using names from the living world, I assume this is her choice?"

Clockwork: (with a sigh) "Yes, it was her choice. The issue with names is that Neverborn ghosts, who are born from humans concept for example the concept of time, dreams, sleep, anger, hope… we have all been given multiple names throughout the world, and in different religions, our names change as well. It is often that ghosts choose our own names, or because we have multiple names, we just automatically choose the one that we prefer at a given moment. Take me, for example. I've been known as many things, including Kronos, but I’ve never liked that name. I prefer being called Clockwork, though I don’t get to choose what the living world calls me. As for Hope, she’s chosen a name from a universe she’s particularly fond of. And yes, she’s using it as her alias. She’s taken to calling herself Serenity—or Sera, as her nickname."

Head Observer: (chuckling lightly) "Ah, Serenity. I wonder how she’ll manage this responsibility. Or perhaps, how Sera will…"

Clockwork: (smiling softly) "Only time will tell."

Note: Here’s Part 2—I hope you like it! I’m not great with names, so if you have any suggestions for what to call the Head Observer, feel free to share them. If a particular name gets a lot of likes or agreement, I’ll consider changing it in the near future. I also want to clarify that Danny still gets her powers the same way as in the original timeline; what I’m exploring here is the aftermath of that event within the Infinite Realms

Part 3 will build up to Danny getting her powers, and it will also include Bruce and the others meeting Jazz and exploring the Fenton works. It’s possible that Part 3 or Part 4 will feature an interaction with the hospital. Toward the end of Part 3 or the beginning of Part 4, we will see how the Infinite Realms react to the man-made portal being activated in the Fenton works and what the effects are inside the Infinite Realms.

I’ve seen a few prompts and fanfictions that describe what it’s like inside the Infinite Realms when something like this happens, and how they react when they learn that a man-made ghost portal has opened. I really like seeing multiple points of view, so you’ll probably get that in Part 3 or the beginning of Part 4.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Alright so John Constantine gets a call from an ex… who owns part of his soul. (This is my Viking btw)

“John, I will give you your soul back if you do me a favour.”

“Uhh…”

“I will TELL you what they’re going to do to you when you die if you do this for me.”

“Aren’t they gonna just fight each other luv?”

“Don’t call me that and oh god you fucking DUMBASS.”

So John agrees and comes to see her. With her is a young boy in the shape of a 5 year old.

“John, you idiot, this is Danny Phantom. Crown Prince of the Infinte Realms. I need you to take care of him for a few years.”

Constantine goes brain dead and kind of splutters. Because WHAT?! But it’s legit.

Viking here was taking care of Danny but can’t anymore because the LOA took exception to her murdering Ra’s again by dismembering him while scattering his pieces and blowing up a Lazarus Pit so they’re hunting her. She has to take care of that. Danny was in her care as a favour to Clockwork because he was badly hurt during a fight with the GIW and so his parents got him to CW, and went to deal with it. Turned into a suicide run and killed them. Sam, Tucker and Jazz died to sadly, and now are ghosts along with the adult Fentons. But the Infinite Realms aren’t safe for Danny as Vlad is trying to take control as due to his injuries Danny had to be deaged.

Viking is really short on people to call. She’s an immortal Viking who fights for fun and has more enemies then friends. Constantine is the ONLY ONE she trusts.

Yeah she’s aware how sad it is. But she can’t give the kid to anyone else. Even the baby Revenant she fucks with isn’t a choice due to him subconsciously eating all the ectoplasm around him. Danny can’t fight that off. Meaning she can’t go to Batman.

So she has to get Constantine. So now he’s in charge of baby Danny. Of course he doesn’t want to but Viking reveals that “Before the injury Danny had to do paperwork for the Realms and got so annoyed at your soul bullshit he declared he’d give people a 10 year tax reduction for your soul. He owns all of it now. And if Vlad manages to get the throne your soul will belong to him.”

A crazy ghost obsessed with control or a boy who went: I dunno I’ll make him like… clean shit? Who knows. I’m done with his bull.

Yeah not much choice. So now John is in charge of Danny!!

Other notes:

- Danny remembers and doesn’t remember being his proper age. He’ll remember more when he’s older though.

- Danny is a little shit as a child whose embraced the feral Racoon life.

- Viking routinely gets chased by the LOA, usually though it takes a few years after she’d murked Ra’s. It’s been 5 since and he came back way to early. She’s gonna drop his head into the ocean next time. She’s also going to get her own body chopped up but she’s going to make it hell for them first.

- I like the idea that Constantine went and spoke to Batman about backup for this. Batman was on the watchtower, heard Constantine was talking to an old ex. He decides to put speakers on and listen in with the rest of the JL for shits and giggles.

- Batfam is also listening in.

- Constantine didn’t actually know what a Revenant was, getting them confused with Remnant which to be fair are kind of similar. Everyone else actually did to. Viking finds it funny.

- This is how Jason learns he’s one to and that he has to kill the Joker to actually die. He’s a little smug that Bruce has to let him do it now or damn him to walking the world.

- Constantine being the dad of the next Ghost King is both hilarious to everyone and terrifying but really: he’s the ONLY ONE other then Batman who can do it as Gotham is heavily protected thanks to *hand wave* and no one else has as much history with the occult like he does. Or as many fingers in pies or whatever the saying is.

[christylove94]

Everlasting - Part Seven - IV

Pairing: Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua

Chapter Tags: AU elements, angst

“Yunzhong had been increasingly erratic over the few months before the second war,” Changheng informs her after they leave Da Mutou standing behind, a brittle figure in the sunlit field. 

She attempts to keep the disheartenment wearing down his features from her mind as she learns of the happenings within the Fairy Realm. Her former home until she became Moon Queen of the Cangyan Sea. 

“He rambled a lot at random times and raved about how the Moon Tribe needed to be exterminated at all costs. His punishments were never lenient, always harsh, similar to… what happened with you.”

She keeps her eyes ahead, neither acknowledging or disregarding his mention of that harrowing time. She simply… exists beyond it without a word. 

Changheng does not press further. “The fairies started to feel uneasy. Few know that he even called for war again, even though we had agreed to one hundred years of peace. When he slaughtered ten fairy women after claiming they were ‘devils of the Cangyan Sea hidden among us’, he was locked away.”

She stops at this.

“I sense that Fairy Danyin has Moon Blood in her. Has she been okay within the Fairy Realm?” she queries in as neutral of a tone she can manage.

She senses his gaze upon her features, but keeps her face placid.

“Fairy Danyin is doing well. In fact, she aspires to be the next Goddess of War after me,” he answers in a tone she used when speaking of Jieli, Shangque, or even Fairy Danyin in the past. “When it became clear that madness had taken root within Yunzhong, there was no choice but to send him to the Fairy Guillotine and have his immortal bones removed. The position for Emperor was offered to me, but I did not want it. Sansheng was elevated to Empress. In my opinion, there is no one better suited.”

Changheng moves to stand before her. “None of this will delay our wedding, Goddess Xiyun. I will fulfill my duty.” 

She hardly hears the news beyond Emperor Yunzhong’s execution. 

Her mind reels with revelations. She tries not to feel a perverse sense of satisfaction by the news. In fact, she attempts desperately to smother the emotion under the weight of will power alone. But something she had not put together until this moment causes her heart to skip a beat as relief, gratitude, and an unending wealth of love all threaten to choke her up.

What she had off-handedly read about Black Slash in Da Mutou's cultivation book, what he said to her as he held her with bruising strength so she wouldn't suffocate in terror that night.

He will suffer for this. You have my word, Xiǎo Huāyāo. Infinitely more than you can ever imagine. And then he will die, one way or another. By my hand, when the opportunity presents itself.

“He's always taking care of me,” she rasps under her breath. 

She closes watering eyes, feels the warmth of the gleaming sun, smells the purity of the land and feels for just a moment that her husband stands with her, a dark smirk lifting his mouth and relish glinting within his eyes at having fulfilled his morbid promise. 

Yunzhong had been responsible for many terrible things in the supposed name of Heaven, including the continued oppression of the Cangyan Sea. If she had not had her second life, she wouldn't have been affected by such information. But having seen the people of all three realms, she sees his removal as a blessing to all people and wishes she could hold her husband in her arms and thank him for it from the bottom of her heart. 

“Goddess…?” 

Her eyes snap open, willed to remain dry, but she can see in the roundness of his eyes, his mouth parted around a stunned breath that he knows her secret. He is close enough to have seen, close enough to have heard her. She feels her pulse jumping up her throat, but something in her gut maintains her calm before the scenarios of her husband discovering can send her into a panic. 

She waits.

He closes the gap between them a tentative step more, his throat bobbing with a visible swallow. “Little… Little Orchid?”

She slides her eyes up to his. “I am Goddess Xiyun… and I am also Orchid.”

His mouth splits open with glee, features bright in a way that distinctly reminds her of Xiao Run. A smile quirks her lips despite herself.

His breath catches when his expression softens to relieved bliss and suddenly her hand is held between his. 

Her smile drops.

“I can't believe it. You're… you're really her. I…”

She feels walls shooting up steeply as her affability recedes. 

His look is imploring as he shifts a step closer. “I will keep this secret. There is a reason you revealed this to me while refusing to reunite with him. Is it that, after he hurt you dearly, you… no longer love him? And you now love me?”

She retrieves her hand from him as if fleeing from caustic burns. 

A ripple of despair crumples his features. For a moment, he can't seem to look at her. “You still love him. Then why…?”

“The Evil God Tai Sui has become the greatest threat to the world again,” she states the cold, bitter fact. 

“As the Goddess, I am destined to die in order to put an absolute end to him. It is better for Dongfang Qingcang to believe me to have been dead for a decade, than to have me for a short while, only to lose me again. I would rather crawl through broken glass than put him through that loss again, Changheng,” she says with a bite she can't contain, an iciness seeping from her glare. 

His eyes shake for a split instant before they drop from her own beneath the clench of his eyebrows. “But you told me,” he points out, voice tight. When he looks at her again, his eyes are bright with accusation, wet with hurt, fists clenching at his sides. “Did you ever consider my feelings? How it would be for me to marry you and have to watch you die?” 

He is guilty of removing memories of hers as well. However, the return of those back then would have done nothing in his favor. At their first meeting, she had viewed him as a friend the way she sees Jieli: someone she enjoys the company of and would protect as any good friend would. He unfortunately saw more in her. 

She softens in heartfelt empathy. “I apologize…”

Tears slip from his hold, unappeased. 

“But Dongfang Qingcang took me as his wife in secret long before the second war was declared between the Immortals and Moon Tribe. I am his wife,” she declares with a raised chin that dares him to claim otherwise. 

His jaw tightens, his eyes go flinty, but he says nothing in protest.

“I only go through with this wedding to you for the assurance that he, and everyone else, will live on in peace. You and I have a covenant to face this great evil together. But make no mistake.” She feels the strength of the Goddess aura within her press up against her flesh and blaze within her steely gaze. “Even if my demise weren't in the very near future, our marriage would be in name only. I belong to Dongfang Qingcang and him alone.”

“He tampered with my memories,” he points out, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed, appearing utterly embittered. 

She says nothing, hoping he knows she does not regret being an accomplice to the event.

He shakes his head. “I wasn't going to add that to Yunzhong's reason to start a war. My brother was going to attempt to annihilate the Moon Tribe no matter what.” He looks off into the distance, chest heaving from visibly restrained anger, looking more riled than she has ever known him. 

He pins her with a sudden searing look. “I didn't want to be a part of that war at first. You had made it clear who you continued to choose. But I should have brought it up.” He smacks a hand up his chest, voice turning harsh with desperation. “I could have taken you away! Dongfang Qingcang is the reason you died!” 

“That's right,” she shouts back, stance unshakable, “and I would make the same choice over and over for an eternity, Changheng!” Her eyes begin to burn as her bleeding heart is ruthlessly squeezed. “Killing myself saved him and everyone else. And I must do the same again.” 

Her vision swims before tears shatter down her cheeks. The pain. The pain within as her heart is crushed within the grip of anguish is enough to shake her apart, enough to make her want to fold her arms around herself as she silently weeps before him. But she doesn't move, needing to stand her ground. 

His expression sort of drops as he lets out a defeated huff of a laugh and a single shake of his head which releases more tears down his own pale cheeks. “He truly means that much to you.” It’s not meant to be a question.

She answers anyway.

“He is the reason I take each breath, the reason my heart continues to beat. I think of him each morning and in the dead of night. He is who I turn to in woe, and who I turn to in joy. Who I seek for comfort, and seek as a wife does her husband. I would choose to live a life of eternal torture than see him hurt if I could stop it.” Emotion constricts her throat too tight, so she draws back the sleeve on her right arm and says no more.

Finds marginal relief in the awe, dismay, and heartbreak it inspires in the twist in his features. Perhaps now he can truly begin to move on.

He looks up at her with pained eyes. “But what about our—”

“Gone with the start of this third life.”

[medheimrsaga]

The Woeful

This is an original work of art. I do not consent to its use in AI training. Before was majestic and wonderful; a place of infinite bounty. I have fled from paradise, and I am woeful. Within this cold and dark world we traveled, we built in, and we mourn in. I reminisce on what was lost and the path taken.

What existed in the realm before was a place of infinite space with infinite light. A soft white glow lit everything, save for the horizon which even our eyes could not see. We took to calling it "The Void" because, beyond us, nothing else existed here.. until we started creating.

It didn't take long for us to figure out we could manifest things within this realm. From the hard surface where we stood, one managed to bring forth a replicated flat surface; a white thin square that was smooth on both sides. It seems silly now to look back on that simple creation and remember how impressed we all were. Then again, only we existed up until that point. That first creation became the mother of many schools of thought and discussion. With each school came a myriad of objects, each more narrow in definition and form. We passionately pursued these acts of creation, further defiling the Void with each new idea or object we could manifest.

Each creation begat more creations, a spree of idea and invention that drove through the Void, filling it with all we could know.

Then, one grim day, a Snake of a God emerged from our own ranks. His was never one of creation, only idle observation. He would appreciate what we had made but would not manifest anything of his own, save for the occasional word that could serve as a catalyst of invention. That tongue of his, it was our doom! Those simple words and our passions ignited beyond what even we could understand.

"What if a creation could itself create?"

Oh, by the Void did we take to that. It took time to fully achieve that goal in earnest. Many mistakes we made, too many to count. We banished those mistakes, nothing further needed.

Eventually, throughout the countless mistakes, one of us made something amazing. It was a small creature, no larger than my palm. The God who had made it claimed it could only replicate itself. It was a matter of debate whether or not this qualified as redundant creation.

Of course, it did. Most of us were overthinking the problem, consequences of immortality I suppose.

That first creation became the mother of many more, like that first flat square before. We iterated on it to no end. We stretched it, we twisted it, we enlarged it; anything to see what else we could make. More often, we would just break.

Who cares, right? We had infinity, no need to worry.

Eras past, and we were all awoken that day the Valkyr arrived. Their doom cry shook our very core.

It was like we had woken up from a dream.

We took stock of ourselves and our surroundings. Were our buildings always this dirty? How did that one fall apart?

Where had all of our gold gone?

We were falling apart. I really don't know how else to describe it, and I didn't even think such things were possible.

Panic set in, we started crafting even more hoping to create something that would carry this impending doom away. No such luck though, we only fell apart even faster.

One of us heard the doom cry clearly and was able to formulate and execute a plan. He did so without our knowing, the rest of us still crazed from fear.

He gave his life for us, created something we could never come up with. Death.

In all of our eons, in all of our pondering and searching for knowledge had we ever considered the possibility that our search could be over, hat things could simply not be. The Void was nothing, sure, but we stood to only defy it, never to accept the bold truth that was staring back at us when we stared off into that invisible horizon.

Doesn't matter now, that God is dead.

We, for the moment, continued our existence; we continued to create knowing death existed.

Then a rumbling occurred. Our stable floor had suddenly become far less stable and our buildings collapsed. We gathered what we could and stood outside the walls of our golden city just to see it crumble.

Many of our creations scattered with us, though driven more by fear. Perhaps they were wiser than we were.

It was then, as our gold turned to lead, we saw something on the horizon. A small dot that could be anything, but it was something. The horizon never held anything before!

We marched towards that dot, carrying what we could on our backs. Our creations followed us on that march, perhaps out of loyalty or maybe desperation. We weren't too concerned with that at this point.

As the dot grew closer, it became that it was far different than we had known: dark and cold. We entered it, though for reasons we weren't too sure. Perhaps this was by his design? The God who sacrificed, this hero who gave his all, had pushed us without our knowing towards this dark and cold dot.

We entered it, this new realm. We could no longer see the Void, or anything for that matter. The Void's horizon that seemed invisible before was replaced by something hidden by the shroud of the dark instead. We could no longer see the Void, our old home was fully lost to us.

We huddled together in that dark for warmth, not knowing what else to do. Many weeped, but most were silent save for their vocal affirmations of their presence. In a time we perceived that would rival the countless eons past, we sat in this dark realm.

In time light would show itself again. It was beautiful, beyond comparison to what we could ever craft in the gilded city. Perhaps it was the dark that truly allowed us to appreciate this gilded orb?

In the years after, we managed to establish ourselves in this new world. We sought the gilded orb, and followed the direction of its rising point on the horizon. We eventually found ourselves at an impassable body of water whose taste was unpleasant and depth completely unknown.

We founded a city between two mighty peaks. This valley became our cradle as we founded a new city, one which we hope could achieve some of the height we had in the Void. In many ways we succeeded, and in many more we failed. We could no longer bring things into existence like we could before.

We crafted Automata, and even formed new life, but that was after much labor. The labor got easier, of course, but we were missing something. Something fundamental that existed before, something we couldn't replicate no matter how brilliant we were, or how much time had passed. I thought about it deeply.

One day I sat upon a bench overlooking that unpleasant body of water. I awaited the dawn like some of us had come to do. That gilded moment in the day, a brief respite in a world where we were foreign. Upon the dawn's arrival I felt that sliver of paradise enter me. I remembered home, the infinite creation, the loving innocence we took to it... Then, it hit me.

What if we could see that again, but through a new innocent lens? Not simply a lens though. A mirror? No, that would only reflect what my eyes could already see. A telescope? No, we have those and they do not bring that into reality.

My mind was racked in fury at the tip of this idea. A knowledge hidden within the world beckoned me closer without revealing itself. Taunting me, but somehow also encouraging me. It was both cold and warm at the same time. Comforting but worrying. A paradox beyond even Gods could understand.

Again my eyes fell to the dawn, now fleeting into the sky... that's it. A new light, a new fire. We needed a new God.

One of this world, not one of the old. We needed someone from this world that could give us a new perspective, that could show us what we can't see ourselves.

Eyes, perhaps that was the key? I reached up and plucked an eye from my own head. I held that eye to gaze into the horizon, at that beautiful dawn. I had hoped this eye would bring into it that golden light without the woeful mind that once possessed it. To my amazement, it worked! The eye glowed a bright golden light, just like the dawn. My eye became a piece of that golden orb, similar to any fragment of creation from the Void.

I took that piece of material into my workshop. I left so quickly we didn't even have time to study or name it.

The tools in that workshop were far more crude than they were during our gilded age. The light, less clear. My thoughts, muddled with sorrow. Beyond the power of the tools, above what we thought was possible, I succeeded. A new God was born!

She looked at me with those new innocent eyes, those eyes that could see everything as new, as wonderful. My remaining woeful eye looked down at it, taking in her golden hue. I joyfully danced through the streets with my new child. The merriment spread like wildfire throughout our new paradise. The Gods never questioned how such a thing was possible, not that I could have answered them. All there could be was joy.

They came to call me "The Father" for what I brought forth. I didn't ask for such a title, nor do I feel deserving. I accepted it though, simply because it came from a loving place.

I am writing this account for our gilded daughter. I want her to know of her father's path, the path of her people.

Our gilded daughter, we will love you forever.

[uniasus]

If there's anything Dani regretted about traveling it was how out of pocket it made her. She hadn't realized Danny and Jazz disappeared for four whole months.

Four months!

She lost so much time searching for the only family that cared.

There was mild concern from those in the Realms, four months to essentially immortal beings was nothing, but Sam and Tucker at least shared her frantic concerns and helped hide the disappearance from Jack and Maddie. Better they think their kids had just taken a summer job instead of coming home between school years...

"This is solar powered, ecto powered, and has a usb-c port," Tucker said when he slapped a smartwatch on Dani's wrist four months ago. "It will never die. We want weekly updates."

And so Dani traveled again. Systematically searching. She carried a photo of Danny and Jazz, making stops at coffee shops, hospitals, and junk shops to flash the image and ask if anyone had seen her siblings.

A little batting of the eyelashes, a bitten lip, watery eyes. A girl on the edge of crying got attention, and a pretty girl got people to ramble about potential sightings and other places to look.

She wasn't above it. She wanted her family found and safe.

But months of tireless searching with no evidence of Danny and Jazz was disheartening. She was beginning to lose hope.

"Do you really think they might be abroad?" Sam asked on a weekly call.

Dani shrugged, floating on her back through the Ghost Zone on one of its slow-moving currents. "It's been almost a year. If they had easy access to travel or a phone, they would have reached out."

"And you think Russia is the answer?"

"Rural Serbia is huge! If a random portal dropped them there, Danny could like, build them an ice shelter but cell towers are rare-"

"Ladies!" Tucker cut through the building fight

Dani snapped her mouth close, as did Sam.

"Sorry," Sam eventually said. "I'm just worried."

Dani bit her tongue. She knew that, and Sam and Tucker had been worrying longer.

"We do have to consider that Danny and Jazz fell through a portal through time," Tucker said. It was the first time any of them said it aloud.

Dani bit her lip. Portals, especially natural ones, were unpredictable. She'd asked Wulf for help at the beginning, but without seeing the original portal he had no clue where to slash a portal to.

She would much rather Danny be in the deep tundra than a hundred years in the past or future. She hugged herself, cool arms against her bare midriff. Now that Tucker stated the dreaded theory, the thoughts of never seeing her family again took over. She felt queasy.

"Danny would build a portal," Sam insisted.

"If he could," Tucker agreed.

Something beneath Dani tugged at her ponytail. She flipped over, floating on her stomach, and looked down.

Dani spent more time traveling the mortal realm than the Infinite Realms, but she knew this area well enough to know that this portal was new.

A potentially stable portal, seeing as how it'd lasted more than ten seconds.

"So i just found a portal," Dani said, interrupting Sam and Tucker. "Start a timer."

A beep came over the line. "Describe it," Tucker said.

Dani flew around the thin ectoplasmic disk, sharing her sights. It was smaller than the Fenton portal. Narrower, shorter. Same direction of swirl. Less obvious border, but a noticeable difference in color compared to the surrounding ectoplasm. It had a slight sucking effect, just enough to cause a local breeze to tousle her hair, which was more than the Fenton portal nowadays.

"Probably to a spot that has lower ambient ecto-"

"That's every place, Tuck-" Dani could feel Sam's eye-roll.

"And it hasn't changed? Timer is at two minutes."

"Nope," Dani chirped.

"It's stable," Sam breathed. "Think Danny built it?"

"If he has, why hasn't he returned home?"

"Well, I'm about to find out."

"Dani," Sam chastised. "You can't just fly through a strange portal!"

"Watch me."

******

Damian didn't want to be playing guard for an interdimensional closet portal, but until they had a camera that wouldn't fry after a few hours, physical checks were necessary. Danny's descriptions of the beings that could come through were alarming, but none of the Bats could bring themselves to destroy the portal. Not if it really was the Fenton's only way home.

At least he had unfettered, unsupervised access to the Fentons' apartment. He shamelessly snooped, pulling open dresser drawers and poking under the sink. His siblings might call his crush on Danny puppy love, and privately he'd admit that his crush wouldn't go anywhere due to the age difference, but he still couldn't help but sniff Danny's shampoo.

He should pack a bag for the Fentons. Maybe grab something he could use as leverage against his siblings. Though, Danny didn't seem to have gym clothes for Brown to drool over...

Something in the air electrified and Damian spun around to see a figure step out of the portal.

Long black hair in a ponytail tail, with fluffy bangs over her face. Short, but with long legs in bootcut jeans. A tight white crop top, her midriff slightly obscured by a red sweatshirt tied around her waist.

"Fuck," Damian whispered.

Oracle was immediately in his ear. "Robin, report."

The girl turned to him, hands up ready to fight. Big blue eyes. Nibbled pink lips. Danny's face on a girl his age.

"The Fentons' have a younger sister." He couldn't help the slight rise in his voice.

It took Oracle a millisecond to understand. She burst out laughing. "Those Fenton siblings, huh?"

The girl marched toward him, eyes flashing. "You better take me to Danny and Jazz right now or I'll-"

"Okay."

She pulled up, and Damian did his best to push down his blush. Brown was going to tease him so much over this.

Danny: Ugh, they're back again

Jazz: Don't make that face at paying customers. Do you want to make a portal back home?

Danny rolling his eyes: Yes

Jazz: Then we need to get enough money to buy the parts. If that means waiting tables at a barely legal dinner, where idiots hit on us, then we wait those stupid tables. Now go over there and get the Waynes to leave us a 200 tip.

Danny: Fine, but only if you do too!

Jazz: *Tighten her apron straps into an hourglass figure* Way ahead of you.

Danny: *Rolling eyes but does the same*

Meanwhile with the Waynes

Bruce: It's so nice to go out to eat with you all

Alfred: Indeed. It's a nice change, don't you agree, children?

Wayne kids: *hyperventilating*

Bruce Not looking up from his phone: The Fenton siblings?

Alfred: Indeed, sir. It seems like Master Dick, Master Jason, and Miss Cass are going to attempt to speak to Ms. Fenton today. Master Tim, Master Damian, Master Duke, and Miss Steph don't seem mentally ready to look Mister Fenton in the eye. Bets?

Bruce: Dick chokes on his fork again. Tim face plants on the table, and Steph once again speaks in gibberish after forgetting the entire English language.

Alfred: Very good, sir.

[deadsetobsessions]

Green Lantern hovered in the doorway of the med bay. He’d been summoned, but he had no idea what for.

“You know, spooky, some of us have lives to get back to. Not everyone can exist off of just work and blood or whatever,” Hal poked fun at Batman, who rubbed at his jaw tiredly. Hal blinked, stamping down the guilt that arose at Batsy’s uncharacteristic show of any emotion other than stone cold rationality or exasperation or anger. At least they’ve moved past grunts. That just lends credence to Hal’s theory of Batman being an immortal, like Vandal Savage. Batman could totally pass for a caveman, he’s got the grunts down, for sure.

“Still not a vampire. We found the Ghost King. The one the GIW was trying to hide in their records.”

“Well, shit.” Hal’s expression flattened, remembering the unsanctioned government branch that violated the Meta Rights act to a degree where even Amanda Waller had washed her hands of them. Bats had found evidence that they were experimenting on a child when a “source” had hacked into the base and begged them to find the child. Phantom, the hacker had claimed, who had managed to destroy the portal to the Infinite Realms

Batman had tried to boot the guy out of the system, until the hacker told them Phantom was the King of the Infinite Realms.

That got Constantine terrified, which urged Batman into a full hunting mode to track down the king. Mostly in part because Constantine said something along the lines of, “If the King dies, the Infinite Realms will wage war and decimate us. And considering they’re the realm of the dead, we’d lose so badly, even the demons won’t help us out for our bloody souls.”

Granted, he didn’t have that terrible British accent Hal attached to his voice every time the Green Lantern thought about the sad trench coat wizard, but the point still stood.

“He’s not fully conscious due to… his injuries, but the moments where he was, he reacted best to the color green.”

Hal did not want to know what kind of creepy stalker things Batman did to get that knowledge.

“Oh, great. You called me because I’m green,” he said to Batman as he floated into the med bay. “I can be green. I’m amazing at being green.”

Even with the sarcastic tone, Hal made sure to up his lantern aura, glowing a bright neon green. It wouldn’t do to help start a war if he wasn’t green enough.

Hal looked at the Ghost King, and yeah, he could see why Bats was so off his stoic face game today. Because the Ghost King looked like a teenager, and Bats is a bleeding heart and everyone knows it.

Hal waved away Batman, “Go back to Gotham and drink your true blood or whatever. You look like you’ve seen the sun too much.”

Translation: go home, you look tired.

Batman nodded, in thanks, and left to sleep (probably. Hal has never caught the man doing something so… plebeian). Hal is left playing babysitter. To an inter dimensional being that could- probably more like “would,” considering the live dissection he went through at the hands of humans- destroy their entire planet and/or universe. Another Tuesday for the Justice League.

[thekitsunesiren]

mind if I give a dp×dc prompt?

Constantine means to summon the ghost king but instead summons the ghost prince who is currently has a fork hanging out of his mouth.

Damian just wanted to eat lunch with his adoptive father king phantom, in peace.

I just want to put that I love this prompt, and will enjoy writing this so much!

Now, onto the big question: How did Damian become the Ghost Prince of the Infinite Realms in the first place?

And of course, the answer is obviously because of Ra's al Ghul. I could think of it as two ways.

One would be Ra's summoned the Ghost King and offered his son in exchange for immortality. Danny not only denies him, but still takes Damian with him because he's obviously better off anywhere but there.

The other way would be Damian would be forced to watch the summoning as Ra's possibly wanted to show him his ascent into being immortal. Though, when summoning Danny, he just looked around, saw Damian, grabbed him, and disappeared back through the summoning circle while flipping off Ra's al Ghul.

Now, what's the Ghost King supposed to do with the human kid he just kidnapped without a second thought?

Sure, the kids previous living conditions probably wasn't the best. I mean, how would it when the man had an entire pit of rotten ectoplasm? But Danny was pretty much still a kid himself. And he had his kingly duties on top of that. But that doesn't mean he was just going to dump the kid somewhere else and hope for the best.

So what does Danny do? He goes to his sister.

Jazz is conflicted about the whole ordeal. On one hand, it was good for Danny to rescue the child from the possible dangerous situation. On the other, they had a whole child that they didn't know what to do with.

Damian was confused about the entire situation. He was there with his grandfather (whether by force or his own accord depending how he got there) to watch him summon the King of the Dead in order to establish himself as one of the higher beings in this world to rule it. Instead, the King, who turned out to be no more older than him, denied his grandfather upright before grabbing him and vanishing back into the same portal he was summoned from.

Now, he was sitting between the Ghost King and an older teen. Sister, maybe? Either way, he was unsure as to what to do now. He had no idea how far he was away from the hideout of the League. And if the King was as powerful as legends told, he doubted he would make it far if he were to run anywhere before he was caught.

So, Damian believed that the best thing to do in this situation was to try and get onto the Ghost King's good side until he could find what would be the next step. So his next words shocked both him and the woman he was talking with.

"I want to stay with you, Great King of the Dead."

So! Damian decided that staying with the Ghost King, or Phantom, as he preferred to be called at most, would be best. Of course, his request threw the king off guard along with the girl. But it was all he had up his sleeve and he was going to use it.

And now that that was settled, a lot of things followed suite:

Danny, with the gain of a new charge, called in Sam and Tucker for a full on meeting on what to do with the kid along with Jazz.

Of course with Danny officially kidnapping him, he was under Danny's care. The Ghost King's care. That was basically signing some sort of second death wish.

With all of his friends and family being alive, they decide the best place for him to leave was in his castle in the Ghost Zone. There was plenty of room there! And he was sure that it would be safe. Maybe. Hopefully. You know what? He'll probably have to do a quick check before he officially brought to the castle.

That being said, he would also have to warn those who stayed in the castle the arrival of his....guest? Kidnappee? Ward? A kid that he took from the environment that was not safe for him!

Surprisingly, the ghosts were excited about the development. So excited, in fact, that when he returned to the castle with Damian in turn, there was already talk about the Ghost King's heir was already going around of all the realms. That was fine though. If the word spread around fast enough, hopefully that that meant he would be easily protected against any possible attacks.

Danny introduces to some of those he can. A few members of his Rogue Gallery who he gotten closer to over the time, Ellie ("It's big sister Ellie, now! I can't believe you just kidnapped a kid like that!")

Others were introduced to him as well. Especially Frost Bite and Fright Knight. Both of which were interested in meeting his sudden charge. (But with the way he saw the kid eyeing Fright Knight's sword, it's best their unsupervised interactions were kept to a minimum.)

And seeing that he was a kid himself, it was going to be weird raising one that's probably not much younger than him. Clockwork sure did get a kick out of it though.

Here is a list of possible outcomes that come from Danny and his friends & family raising Damian:

He doesn't grow up to be as stiff and cold as before. With Danny and the others around (especially Jazz's "Aunt Jazz, Damian," Aunt Jazz's mandatory sessions about his life with the League of Assassin's) his formality is more royalty like instead of an assassin waiting to strike. Though, there is a bit still there.

Training. As being accepted as the ward and possible heir of the Ghost King, it meant that that Damian would have protection and would have to learn the ways of the Infinite Realms. Both its politics and ways of combat. That was fine, Damian was sure he could handle it. He was raised by the League of Assassins after all. But he was wrong...so wrong. His first training session showed how he fared as a human against a ghost. But he wasn't deterred and continued fighting. (It was alright in the end, because he got his own ghost sword. Of course, it didn't send the opponent into a realm of neverending nightmares, but it was still good. Danny was sure he heard Damian cackle madly when the sword was presented to him.)

Bonding time with Danny and his friends. He would most likely learn about Danny about how he became Phantom and King of the Infinite Realms, as well as a bit of his friends and family that was with him the entire time.

Even if he is Danny's ward, that doesn't mean that he keeps him in the Infinite Realms the entire time. He often took Damian out to various spots that he deemed alright for some bonding between the two to get to know each other a bit more personally.

He would even allow Damian some time alone in the human realm if he wanted it. Of course, he would only leave him for about an hour or two before picking him up again. During that time he would simply work on some kingly duties he couldn't do with Damian around.

Overtime, Damian would become more liminal than most due to all the exposure in the realms. Of course he wasn't a full on ghost, but the most he could do was float, fly and even turn invisible. But even that would take a lot out of him for too long.

After a while, Damian would be referred as "Little Prince" or "Prince of the Infinite Realms".

All. The. Animals. With all of the ecto-based animals along with the blob ghosts, he would be in absolute heaven.

Now, I want to bring something else up to this prompt: How would Bruce react?

Depending on how Danny kidnapped adopted Damian, there are two ways that Bruce could find out.

Bruce gains word from Talia after a League of Assassins member finds her and tells her of the passing of Ra's al Ghul and the kidnapping of his grandson. Both of which happened by the hands of the Ghost King.

Words gets out that Ra's failed to get the Ghost King under his control to grant his wish of immortality and that the Ghost King took his grandson as well.

Either way would be how Bruce managed to have a biological son that he was unaware of. Which could also lead to him digging into anything he could find about the King of the Infinite Realms, even seeking JL Dark for any information. Of course, their information isn't up to date and he think that Damian has been kidnapped by the cruel Ghost King Pariah Dark instead of Danny Phantom: The King who can't say no to a kid with a sword bigger than his own body.

So yes. This whole ordeal would just be chaos from beginning to end.

[bluerosefox]

Danyal, Danny, Phantom.

Part 1 (Where the idea came from, very bare bones)

Okay wow, wasn’t expecting so many people wanting a part 2 tbh, also thank you for the follows as well (although IDK why you’d want to follow me, I’m random and rarely post sometimes.)

So before I get into this part 2, I just wanna make a few things clear.

I’m still new to DC/Batman most I know if from the animated series and I haven't seen it in ages, I have been able to get bits and pieces here and there though.

ANYONE is welcomed to use these ideas/concepts, just let me know, send me it, allow me to read it please. If anyone wants to draw some the ideas too that’ll be amazing, just let me know! I wanna see!

Also, I might, keyword MIGHT, actually write this idea into a story too, idk yet maybe. its been years since I wrote an actual fic tbh so I’m a little rusty. (You can actually see I used more of my writing style on this one compared to the last one tbh)

Also the reason I split these idea/concept into parts is the fact I tend to ramble and I knew if I wrote it on part 1 it would had gotten so long so here’s a fresh page with the rest of the ideas...

So the reason why I had this idea is because I read some fics where Ra’s always knows about Danny being either the Ghost King or a Halfa, or can fight him cause he has knowledge, I wanted a story where even Ra’s can be surprised and realizes there will ALWAYS be a ‘bigger’ fish even for that old ‘immortal’ (especially if Danny is Ra’s “failure of a heir.”)

Sorry this took a while, I wrote Part 1 at the end of me being sick by Covid, had to catch up on a few RL things, and legit a few days later my AC unit upstairs broke during a CA heatwave and it was pure HECK being in my room.

Danny is a little out of character but this is how I feel he'll be like with a year of being the Ghost King could be, along with the fact he has help from his friends and ghost friends as well. He's learned how to rule and has grown.

Oh be prepared, this is what happens when I’m allowed to ramble on ideas. This... This got rambly. (You should had seen this and part 3 together, it was so rambly)

So, a few things to note about Danny before we begin.

His name was is Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) Daniel “Danny” Fenton.

He was also known as (Ghost Boy, Ghost Child, Ghost Punk, Halfa) Danny Phantom

He also had other names as well such as The Great One, or Savoir of the Ghost Zone

But... for the last year he has been known as...

Ruler of the Infinite Realm, His Royal Highness King Phantom. Or as he would rather be simply referred to as (when he’s forced to have/use a title)...

The Ghost King.

...King Phantom also worked.

Simple yes, but Danny preferred it. (Again only when he’s forced to use a title, which sadly since being crowned the new King is most of the time now and only those close to him still call him Danny or at the very least Daniel (coughClockworkcough).

SO.... Its had been a year since Danny had been crowned the new Ghost King, sure he was still a teen and it was honestly very hard in the beginning. Learning the ins and outs of the royal courts, setting up his inner court (aka those he trusted), dealing with entitled nobles, and how to handle the the weight of the crown he now wore but he knew he didn't have to face it by himself. Well not all of it, there was a few things he did on his own in order to prove he's a fair King, but Danny honestly loved it when he could get together with his inner circle (more like family) and discuss the recent news of the Infinite Realm (which Danny learned was the actual name of the Ghost Zone, he long since switched to using that name over the one his parents coined), problems needing to be addressed, and upcoming important festivals or days (Danny knew of the Holiday Truce but he didn't know of any other Ghost holidays/festivals until his ghost friends explained them to him) along with a number of his Kingly duties. This was just barely touching the surface of what Danny had to do nearly daily and again it took a while but he eventually was getting the hang of being a King.

Funny enough one of those duties turned out to be healing the oozing scars the old Ghost King left on the Mortal Realm during his reign... because those scars eventually became the Lazarus Pits and had they been causing harm in the Mortal Realm.

By the Ancients, the Lazarus Pits.

That was something Danny hadn't been expecting to hear so soon after regaining his memories from before living with the Fenton’s. And when Clockwork explained it to him, a small smirk on the always age changing beings face, that all the Pits would eventually dry up thus they would no longer be able to revive the dead once Danny started healing them...

Danny had laughed when he had been told this information.

He laughed until he had started to cry. He had even laughed so hard he changed back from his ghost form to his living one and then back again because he lost breath from his laughter. (It actually concerned his friends, Dani and Jazz when this happened tbh) It took a while but when Danny’s laughter finally trailed into hiccups, light coughs, and deep breaths, Clockwork merely floated over and asked with all-knowing smirk on his face “Quite done Daniel?”

You see the reason why this was funny to Danny was the fact that he was finally getting revenge on his ex-grandfather for... well for everything. And he was going to enjoy ruining Ra’s al Ghul treasured little Lazarus Pits with pure glee. The amount of pure joy he felt knowing this even surpassed his feelings for when he’s able to mess up Vlad’s evil plans for the month.

As mentioned before, Danny had no memories upon waking up in a hospital after nearly losing his life from wounds no child should ever have on their bodies. It wasn’t until the night after his crowning that as he dreamed of his past, it was in these dreams he had finally remembered everything. When he had woken up he had instantly went flying to Clockwork’s lair to speak with the time keeper, especially when he had remembered the last thing he had saw before waking up in the hospital.

[“Why?” that was all Danny would ask when seeing the ageless ghost, not bothering to say hello or even small talk like they normally would do, if he had been his living form he would had been breathing heavily from the speed he flown to get there.

“It hadn’t been your time, your Highness.” was the only reply before the ticking of clocks in the room filled the silence between them.]

He had been Danyal al Ghul, the second heir to the Demon Head Ra’s al Ghul, the League of Assassins leader and his grandfather, son of Talia al Ghul, and twin brother to first heir Damian al Ghul.

Talia, his mother, was a stoic woman. A true Assassin. Beautiful yet deadly.  Someone Danyal could see now who would do anything to stay in power if he was to be honest with himself. But she did love him and Damian in her own way, only showing them this parental love when they were alone, away from servants and other assassin’s eyes. Some of his fondest memories of the woman had been her cupping his face and speaking softly of how much he looked like her “Beloved”, their father. His eyes, and hair (and his 'soft' heart) were the only things he knew about his father, the only thing he has been allowed to know.

Damian, his twin brother, both of them mostly sharing the same face with small differences and build at the time, his other half, the one that he had came into this world together had, was, is the one Danyal would die for. And he did. His brother was the prefect heir, the prefect budding assassin in the eyes of the others in Nanda Parbat. Much like their mother he tended to try to hide his emotions behind an emotionless mask, he always carried himself stronger than Danyal would, despite them both being five years old they had been born into this life and learned very quickly how to survive that place. But behind closed doors the two would often talk in whispers, of the what ifs of their lives, how their day was, etc etc. Danyal’s fondest memories of his brother was them sneaking out to watch the stars late at night and making a promise to always face any problem together as they held hands and lightly tapped each with their fingers.   

His grandfather, Ra’s however was a ruthless and cold man. An ‘immortal’ due to the Lazarus Pits that always brought him back to life, and he had always hated Danyal. No matter what Danyal would do it was always a failure to his grandfather, it didn’t matter if he tried his hardest to be a ‘perfect’ little assassin like his brother, everything he did in the older man’s eyes was a mistake. Any mistakes Danyal did was often met with punishment and pain. He had no fond memories of the man, only a deep seeded mutual dislike if anything.

And it was with this hatred for Danyal, that had caused Ra’s to summon both his grandchildren one night to the combat room and demanded for them both to fight for heir ship. A fight that would end in one of them dying, something all of them in room knew it would lead to. A fight two five years did not want to do but had no choice. Not even Talia’s disbelieving single protest to the fight could not stop Ra’s command.

As the Demon Head, his word was law.

In the end, Danyal couldn’t wouldn’t harm his brother (his grandfather always hated how ‘soft’ his heart was, "to much like his father" was often said with a tsk). They were both only five years old, they were brought into the world together, they told secrets behind closed doors and whispered dreams under the endless sea of stars they would sneak out to see, they would lightly tap messages with their fingers when the other would have bad days and didn’t wish to speak about it but wanted some sort of comfort.

He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t harm his brother but Damian... Danyal knew Damian would follow the order to fight despite not wanting to as well, Damian always followed orders with little to no fuss unlike Danyal who always second guessed with whys and questions, Danyal also knew Damian would believe he would fight back in defense at least...

But he didn’t.

Some of the few things he remembered was Damian’s eyes widen in horror, his mother’s uncaring mask and body twitch for a moment, and his grandfather ‘tsking’ at him before he fell onto the cold stone floor. After that his memory became hard to remember, foggy but he knew of this.The pain he felt hurt and he tried so hard to stay alive for a few moments more, he could barely hear anything over his own harsh and deep breathing, his body felt heavy and his hands felt wet from the blood seeping out around him. Danyal could barely hear his grandfather’s voice, and could barely make out Ra’s leaving while his mother guided Damian out of the room, she did not look back and Damian moved like a puppet on a string being pulled away. Danyal barely registered hands lifting him up and carrying him out of the room, his vision slowly fading as he was carried in the dimly lit halls of his ‘home’. His memory became very spotty after that, barely noticing he had been left outside the compound to die and as he took in a harsh breath in an attempt to get air, he could hear two words as clear as day.

“Time Out.” and the only sound following those two words was the ticking of clocks while the last thing he saw was the always changing form of a ageless being.

After that Danyal would be found outside of a random hospital in America, far from his place of birth, far from his mother and brother, barely hanging as doctors rushed to save this five year olds life. He would awake weeks later, with no memories of his own to speak of, and then one night a strange star plush/pillow would be gifted to him with the name Daniel on it. He would be bounced around foster home to foster home after he was cleared to leave the hospital and the cops had no leads on who or where he came from.

Daniel would eventually meet Jazz at the park and later her parents and worm his way into their hearts, he would later be adopted by them and live a somewhat normal life (as one can be with ghost hunting parents but at least he got Jazz as an older sister, even with Jack and Maddie’s rather unhealthy... obsession with ghosts he knew they loved him)

Ra’s failed second heir was no more, his name and life no longer mentioned in Nanda Parbat, Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) was by all intents and purpose dead to the man and to the League.

Now Daniel “Danny” Fenton lived in his place...

Up until that fateful day when he was fourteen, after that he was only half alive and once again became someone kind of new. A halfa this time. Danny Phantom.

And who would had guessed (not Ra’s that's for sure), he later would become The Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realm.                   

So imagine Danny’s surprise when as he had left his house for school one morning, he may be a King but hey he still needed his education according to Jazz (and Clockwork), when he had been ambushed and attacked by some assassins from the League and knocked out... (Shush his own assassin training was rusty and he hadn’t had time to practice them too much, his last major battle had been that all out brawl a week before his coronation with him vs his enemies, fun times. He also rarely got kidnapped since his crowning, half awake due to his Kingly duties and studying for Mr. Lancer’s 70% final grade test (Fun fact I had an actual teacher who did this) that Friday and honestly Danny wasn’t expecting assassins from the League to show up since the whole being pretty much declared dead to them thing)

Only to later slowly wake up on the familiar rough stone ground in Nanda Parbat (the smell, the sounds, the stonework. He often saw them in his dreams and memories but knew it was real this time) his hands bound and his body aching from laying motionless on the hard ground for a while. He put on a confused look on his face as he slowly rose and groaned in pain as he subtly took a moment to look around.

Thank the Ancients Danny still knew how to fake an injury, and play dumb/confused from his time tricking some of the his more annoying ex-enemies? (Skulker, Walker, etc.) even though it had been a year since he last had to do so with them (besides Vlad, he’s still his enemy no matter what and still seemed really salty Danny was a King now and was treated like an outcast by most ghosts, none wanting to be the opposite side of their King so hey perks). It had been a good way to make them drop their guards if they thought Danny was still at his ‘weakest’ when they caught him by surprise. It still pretty funny when Vlad tries though, this act always catches that fruitloop off-guard no matter how many times.     

It was a Lazarus Pit room judging by the smell/feel of it at first and later confirmed when he noticed the green toxic ooze nearby. Ugh just being on this side of the Realm and sensing that stuff was disgusting, it wasn’t as bad in the Infinite Realm due to the fresh and clean ectoplasm around it masking most of the bad smell but boy did it reek on this side. 

Danny blinked a few times to sell his acting, whispering a confused “Where am I?” under his breath, and looked around before his eyes landed on someone in front of him and flinched back a bit, no acting needed this time.

Ra’s was in the room sitting on a throne chair staring at him with that ever burning hateful glare yet Danny could see another emotion, an emotion he was very used to Vlad having on his fruitloop face. His ex-grandfather had a plan and it was gonna be painful or annoying for Danny to deal with, he knew it...

And...AND was that knocked out Batman and Robin also tied up in chains and guarded by few assassins in the room as well?! WHY IS THAT A THING?!

-x-x-

Heyyyyy so... umm I decided to split it into another part cause it was getting mega long again when all together and I was like roughly halfway done with it and just... I wanted to write out so much, also Tumblr almost made me loose the WIP of this many many times so I’m being careful. Good news almost done with it (and it won’t take as long as this part did promise)

This is basically Danny’s side of things of being King, his inner thoughts, his past relationships with the al Ghul’s, and snippets how he had grown into his King self tbh. Probably didn't need to do this but as an old school writer I wanted to make a base so to speak. The best and fun part is up next. and to prove it, here’s the title and a sneak peek for it.

Summoning a King (Or alternatively: It was at this moment, Ra’s knew he F’d up.)

Yeah as said before it took ALL of Danny’s training not laugh in hysterics. Oh the irony. Sacrificing the Ghost King... to summon the Ghost King.... Danny honestly wanted to say something, the words on his lips being a sarcastic “You sure that's gonna work out for you, you moldy old fruitloop?” but Danny bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing so.

TAGLIST:

Also I’m starting a tag list so if anyone wants on it for the next part please let me know asap so I can add you.

[EDIT: Taglist now closed until next update! Sorry!]

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[decaying-enigma]

DP Crossover Prompt

DP x Harry Potter

Please bare with me as I begin:

We, as a collective, have established that it was Lily’s sacrifice, via when Voldemort killed her, that protected Harry and rebounded the Killing Curse back at Tom Riddle that night.

Yet, if I may take this a step even further. Some may ask, where did Lily possibly learn how to do this? Realistically, there’s no way that this magic was just something Lily invented, no matter how talented she was.

I am a little lazy, so it easier just to say she either found a book or scroll in the Potter library/vault or was somehow ‘mysteriously’ *Clockwork* led to find the ritual.

A very specific ritual that called upon the MONARCH OF THE INFINITE REALM to protect someone and place them under their rule.

This ritual was originally used by Parish Dark as an easy method to damning souls to eternal servitude as mindless drones in his army.

Lily didn’t see the eternal servitude part, as it was in the fine print, and honestly, who actually reads the fine print anyway. She did the ritual, but ‘accidentally’ mistranslated some words.

Who knew protection and adoption looked so similar in Ghost?

Anywho, by invoking the power of the Monarch of The Infinite Realm, Lily thought she put Harry under the Monarch’s rule and protection.

Which, if she translated it correctly, it would have. But since she didn’t….something else happened instead. Something incredibly unexpected.

For example, making a deal with the Monarch of The Infinite Realm to adopt her son.

Thus, enters a very confused and very tired Danny Fenton simply trying to get his college degree when, completely out of the blue, he can immediately recognize that he somehow just adopted an infant.

A actual human infant.

It’s a wizard and has magic, but still human for the most part.

*Cue Danny realizing this as a soul appeared in front of him*

Danny: “Fiddlesticks!”

*Immediately calls Jazz, the only Fenton with properly functioning brain cells*

Jazz: “What’s up?”

Danny: “I got another kid.”

Jazz: *Not even phased anymore* “What is it this time? Clone? Alternate timeline? Emotionally imprinted?

Danny: “A witch did a blood ritual invoking my status as Ruler of The Ghost Zone to save her kid’s life in exchange for eternal servitude. Now I kinda own her soul, and I sorta technically adopted her son.”

Jazz: 😐

Jazz: “…Huh. That is a new one. So when can I meet my new nephew?”

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*Danny sending Harry off to Hogwarts*

Danny: “Okay, repeat everything I’ve said back to me.”

Harry: “If I ever see something dangerous, I shot it immediately then asks questions after.”

Danny: *nodding* “Good. What else?”

Harry: “If a evil person tries to make me their evil apprentice, I shoot them twice to be safe.”

Danny: “Better. And what if you discover someone is plotting to destroy the school or to use a powerful artifact to gain power and become immortal?”

Harry: “…I get the bazooka?”

Danny: *tears in his eye* “Your grandparents would be so proud of you.”

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Requirements/Ideas:

-Harry will not, under any circumstance, stay with the Dursley’s (Not if Danny has anything to say about it)

-Lily will become a ghost/or shade that will help raise Harry. It takes a few year for her to fully form after dying and regain all of her memories.

-James Potter can either be fully dead or also become a ghost since his soul was technically involved with the bargain Lily made.

-Harry will be mostly raised by Danny, other ghosts, and the Fenton’s(debatable if you want Danny to have a good relationship with his parents) (#Dissection)

-Harry is not a Horcrux. None of that bullshit.

-Good amount of Dumbledore bashing, but not too much. Snape, on the other hand, will be crucified and nothing will change my mind.

-100000% see Danny as the Ultimate helicopter parent, but also be, like, super involved. I’m talking forming a Hogwarts PTA, randomly showing up to Harry’s Quidditch games and no one being able to stop him, and will for sure threaten anything remotely registering as a threat to Harry.

-Danny will become friends with Hagrid, and visit Hogwarts so Cujo and Fluffy can have play dates.

-Dani will be the Wine Aunt/older sister that randomly shows up sometimes. Clockwork is the fun grandpa that always gives out random fortune cookie advice. Dan is the weird uncle that likes to encourage mildly illegal activity whenever possible. And Vlad is just there.

-Daniel James Fenton/Phantom will not be nerfed in any way. My boy is the ruler of an ENTIRE DIMENSION. Ain’t no way some pasty dudes with sticks are gonna beat him or be even remotely close to his level.

You can fight me on this.

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Hiyaaaa ik someone already did this but I thought abt mortality with Barbatos and it dealt psychic damage to me so I thought I'd inflict it on other people. I personally consider Barbatos as more of a "endless concept of time who just sticks around Diavolo and co because they are endlessly entertaining" rather than just a guy who can control time. So here's infinite time god Barbatos confronting your mortality. (I kinda tried to write the mc dialogue vaguely like Dani? Don't know how well I pulled it off,,) It was the smallest of moments that reminded Barbatos of your fragile humanity. Once, you had broken a teacup and cut yourself on a stray piece of porcelain. Another time, you fallen ill with a simple cold. Most recently was the most troubling for Barbatos. At the time, you had gathered together for tea and pastries; you shared stories of the human world, and Barbatos recounted ancient tales he'd witnessed. And that was it. You had done nothing at all, speaking joyfully, no danger in sight; yet the idea of your approaching demise hit Barbatos like a brick. He could see it in your smile, hear it your laughter, find it twinkling in your eyes. You were so very finite. One day you would pass on. He would never even once have thought a human life could be so deeply attached to his own. Barbatos had only seen mortal life as a meaningless blip within his infinite existence; two ships passing in the sea of reality, one destined to sink. He didn't want that to happen, he didn't even want to imagine it. He didn't want to see you grow older while he would remain stagnant. He didn't want to watch your health fail in ways he couldn't experience. He didn't want to put you in a box and lower you into the dirt, where he could never see you again, never feel you again, never hear you again. "...Barbatos?" He snapped out of his daze as you called for his name. "You've been spacing off for a while, is something wrong?" Barbatos hadn't noticed how his face had fallen, brows creased and bottom lip pinched between his canines in worry. "It's..." He didn't want to worry you. "It is nothing, dear. Don't worry." You lifted his chin with the handle end of a spoon, making him look you into the eyes. "You look down when you lie, Barb. What's up?" "One day you will die." Barbatos blurted, his heart playing hop-scotch in his chest, threatening to skip straight out of his throat. "You'll grow old and gray, then pass on." You only blinked slowly, staring at Barbatos like he was crazy. "Uh, yeah? Obviously?" "Aren't you afraid? Isn't it horrifying to know that one day this will all come to an end?" He sounded weaker than you'd ever heard- ineffable, composed Barbatos; brought to his knees by a simple human, the irony. A sigh, and you put your spoon down on your tea saucer. "I mean, not really. People are kinda aware of all that."

"What if you didn't have to?" Barbatos offered. "I could ensure you never age, never die. Then we would never have to part." "But I don't want that." You said simply. You could practically hear Barbatos' heart fall out of his chest and shatter on the floor, his eyes glassy with tears. It took several beats of silence before Barbatos would clear his throat and struggle out an awkward; "Excuse me?" "I don't want to be immortal." You shrugged simply, studying your teacup so you wouldn't have to see his hurt. He had painted this set himself. He inhaled stiffly, swallowing hard. "Now who's looking away?" Barbatos joked dryly, only met with silence for a several long seconds. "May I ask why?" "You're not the only person I care about, Barb. I got family and friends in the human realm, you know? If I live forever, I have to watch them go. And I'm a selfish asshole, I don't want to feel that." Your mumbles bordered on shameful, how ironic of you to say that to Barbatos of all people. "Then you understand how I feel, don't you?" Barbatos reasoned further, reaching across the delicate table to hold your hand. "I don't want to imagine you growing old and weak, because I cannot do the same with you. I cannot become old like another human might and I don't want to live on without you, it would hurt too deeply." You raised your eyes to meet his. "Then why would you wish the same pain on me?" Ten words like a slap across the cheek. They stung and ate away at his skin with acidic bite, bringing fresh tears to his eyes. A tear landed in his cold tea, making minuscule ripples. "I..." His throat was full of cotton. "I understand. I would never want that for you." You squeezed his gloved hand tightly. "Thank you, Barbatos. And I'm..." You struggled around the word, blinking back the wetness in your eyes. "I'm sorry." "It is alright." Barbatos swiped at his eyes with a handkerchief, the redness around them making your heart ache. "You're right. I wouldn't want you to feel that loneliness, or experience this fear." He kissed the back of your hand with a small, sad smile. "Until your last breath, I will stay by your side." He would simply have to manage for now, or forever. He would feel it in the smallest of moments- painting teacups or star gazing. He would find it in your eyes, see it in your smile, hear it in your laughter; and when you last sunset came he would watch it with you, standing by you bedside and gazing at you beauty which never faded. You had never faded.

YES, HELLO, HEY, I LOVE THIS. I LOVE IT A WHOLE LOT. I READ IT LIKE 6 TIMES NOW

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❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son

Chapter 6

The Hottest Thing in All the Nine Realms

Part 1 and Part 2

🔴Warning for Part 1, this is a revision of the scene in the first Thor film when Loki lets go and drops off the Bifrost. It's dark and sad, but trust me, things turn around, and we see Loki reimagine his life.

Smut at the end FYI

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Part 1

As Loki teetered on the edge of oblivion, his mind was ensnared by his darkest thoughts. He stood on the precipice of the Bifrost, dangling one foot just over the densely layered material that bridged all the worlds his family governed. Peace, ever liminal in the sea of sky beyond Asgard, moved as a temporal experience.

He was coaxing fate perhaps, beckoning the space winds to knock him over into the void beyond where his feet stood. He balanced just on the edge, stepping back and forth, wobbling.

Ruling the nine realms was the birthright Loki had wanted to inherit from as far back as he could remember. It had also been elusive, just out of reach, with Thor at the helm of succession to the crown. A lifetime of being an outcast by his family came crashing into focus as he stood there, sorting out his fate.

He was treated differently because he was different.

Now, his son’s fate felt like it was also teetering on the precipice with him.

The sting of Odin’s confession to him was still rushing through his veins. A venom.

Loki’s father was Laufey, the monster king of Jötunnheim. That made him a monster too, and his unborn son.

Even though Frigga promised him no one else knew, they didn’t have to. The example was set by Odin, who did know, who was single handily responsible for taking him from Jötunnheim.

Every microtransaction between Loki and Odin set the stage for how his brother would treat him, even the sympathy and attention from Frigga. All resulted from Odin’s treatment of Loki as “other” and different.

He imagined his son would now inherit this same treatment, possibly even worse.

Loki had also figured out his unborn son had been affecting Lillian’s thinking. He was likely the reason she felt called towards the frozen north of Asgard and went seeking Mímir’s well. If Odin was to find this out, Loki feared what he would do with his son…

There was so much unknown, which generated Loki's deep sense of fear.

Looking out into the night, he remembered an old Midgardian healer he met while on a mission in Norway. This healer spoke of the belief that many universes existed all at once. If you felt destined for tragedy in one lifetime, you might receive all you ever dreamed of in another.

Loki considered the older man’s perspective as her sorted through his heartbreak. He imagined there might be endless Loki’s variants all over the nine realms, with infinite possible lives and outcomes playing out simultaneously.

A different Loki might have been raised on Jötunnheim and been the happy son of Laufey, inherited the throne with no fanfare, and made king.

Yet another would have jumped off the Bifrost already, with an unknown fate ahead, perhaps death, perhaps worse.

Possibly he was already the father to many children or had an immortal partner in another realm.

Although, at this very moment, this Loki just found out his secret Earthling girlfriend was pregnant with a baby that isn’t likely Aesir or human, who is more likely Jötunn, just like him.

The aloneness was humbling; if he let go and fell off into the abyss, he would possibly stay alone in the afterlife forever. He wouldn’t be exalted to Valhalla to be with his ancestors.

He would be somewhere else entirely; he would leave his son a bastard. Lilly would be all alone to manage the wreckage of both his families…

Odin’s explanation of his reasoning for keeping the secret of his true origin was insufficient. His insistence on telling Lillian about the baby himself was infuriating beyond anything he had ever experienced.

He was being shut out from Lillian already. Even though Odin and Frigga promised she would not be sent away, the heavy hand Odin was taking already told him otherwise.

Frigga’s thoughts were concealed during his conversation with Odin but using his seiðr. He could read her innermost fears. She was concerned his son already on Heimdall’s radar, might mean that the child would be incompatible with life on both Asgard and Jötunnheim.

Loki would not let himself imagine this outcome.

In his theory of variants, he pictured a version of his son who was more human. He was healthy and thriving. In his mind’s eye, he saw him appear like Lillian, with brown hair, yet with his artificially induced Aesir pallor and blue eyes.

If he had known who he was, perhaps he would not have risked getting Lillian pregnant with a child that might kill her to carry.

But there was no going back.

His son was here, and fate was unraveling the yarns of Odin’s family while simultaneously knitting together a new fragile family to which he now belonged. His family.  

With that final thought, Loki turned around and made his way back to the palace.

                                                           ooOoo

Part 2

Lillian didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but when she finally opened her eyes, she was deeply shocked to see Odin himself sitting next to her bed. 

She had never officially met him, only Frigga. He kept Lillian and her project at arm’s length. Others officially delivered his missives that he wished to be included in the book. This left a gap for Loki’s impressions of him to fill her mind. He seemed every bit the distant father Loki described.

He was also every bit as intimidating as one would imagine a “god” of his status to be.

It was like meeting the president, a king, a dictator, and Robert Redford all at once.

Why was he taking time out from his day to see her? Did he find out she was shagging his son? His eyes were kind yet not entirely compassionate. This worried her.

Jesus, did he also think she was a frost giant? 

When Lillian could speak, she found the courage to be the first one to say something and break the awkward silence.

“Odin, sir, thank you for whatever measures your staff and palace have given me; I feel better. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but as you might have been told, I was quite ill when I was mistaken for a frost giant.” 

Odin faintly smiled, “oh yes, that has been cleared up. You are not a frost giant. You were quite ill, though. The healers had to work on you while you were unconscious and find the right herbs to get you back with us.” 

Odin almost sounded like he cared. 

“Then, sir, why did your sons or son, or I guess the palace warriors including Heimdall, think I was a frost giant?” 

The caution Lillian felt as she assembled her words made her voice get very soft, she wasn’t sure Odin could even hear her, but it had to be said.

Odin was straightforward, “Lillian, you are not a frost giant, but your son is.” 

He continued, “I know this not only from what the healers saw in your womb but because my son Loki is a frost giant. Obviously, you’ve been romantically involved for some time. Since you got here, if Frigga’s and Eir are correct about the baby’s age.”

Lillian felt sick again suddenly. Her body was cold. Her son, his son. Frost giants. The room was spinning.

Frigga opened the door just then, “oh dear, Odin, the girl doesn’t look well again!” 

She quickly queried Odin, “did you tell her about the baby? I thought we said we would tell her together!” This was the compromise she promised Loki. Frigga was alarmed and went to reach for a cool, wet cloth. She laid it across Lillian’s head even though her whole body was suddenly frozen, not hot. 

Lillian spoke, anger building in her weak body, “did you tell YOUR SON about being a frost giant? Who is the one who was sleeping around on who here, dear royals!” 

Odin and Frigga looked alarmed and amused simultaneously at Lillian’s presumption that one of them must have had an affair with a Jötunn.

“Dear Lillian, you have misunderstood my husband,” Frigga explained weakly.

“Neither of us were “disloyal” as you say on Earth. Loki was a tiny, abandoned baby on Jötunnheim, and Odin rescued him.” 

In shock now, Lillian pressed, “you never told him?” The ire in her voice filled the infirmary.

Lillian could not believe what she was hearing.

She sat up promptly, almost instinctually, and threw the covers off her; she ejected herself from the bed with wobbly feet. A thousand new thoughts ran through her head as she searched the room for her clothes. She didn’t even have time to think about being pregnant herself. Her mind immediately went to Loki.

He had spent his entire life believing a lie. This explained everything about him. This explained the way her book felt empty at times, with no amount of fancy wording able to fill the pages.

“Dear Lillian, you need to be careful,” Frigga spoke gently and came closer to her. 

“There is a lot you don’t know, and especially a lot we don’t know about frost giant and human babies, so your life and the baby’s life might be at risk. You should be cautious and stay calm, please.” 

Frigga was begging Lillian while Odin looked out the window, seemingly unaffected. 

“You both are liars!” Lillian shouted, not sure why suddenly she was acting like Loki on behalf of Loki. 

Things were starting to feel very strange, fast. She felt incredibly sad for Loki. She was overwhelmed by the sadness. 

“I need to see him; he needs to know who he is! Who is going to tell him? Or have you already told him? Did he leave on the first train, the Bifrost, or whatever you do here? I hope he did!” 

“He knows Lillian,” Odin said from across the room. 

“He saw his son when we did our version of what you might call an ultrasound, except we use a very different kind of technology,” Frigga offered.

“We told him then,” Odin said, walking away from the window and towards Lillian again. 

“And what did he do? I hope he tried to punch you, Odin. Some Allfather you are.”

Lillian knew she sounded small and helpless, but she didn’t care. She imagined the hurt Loki was feeling, bringing her to sobbing.

Frigga stepped between Odin and Lillian and held her arms out. 

“Dear Lillian, I imagine this news is shocking on all fronts. You not only care for my son, but you are having his baby. That’s quite the shock on its own, and with the uncertainty, I am trying to explain….”

“Uncertainty?” It was as if Lillian was only registering every other word, and she finally mumbled something about the impossibility of Asgardian and Midgardian children between her sobs very faintly. 

Frigga sat down next to her, “Lillian, he wasn’t lying entirely…it’s rare indeed. Even rarer for a frost giant and a human, so much so, I am not sure we know at all what to expect. This is what I am trying desperately to help you understand.”

“Although he should have been casting some spell or magic,” Frigga said under her breath now.

“He was!”

Lillian was feeling very vulnerable and frustrated all at once. 

“I guess it didn’t work,” she said, looking down at the slight bump, barely noticeable beneath the overly fancy dressing gown they had her in. 

“It sure didn’t.” Odin chimed in. 

Ever the judgmental dad and ruler all at once, he seemed doubly disappointed that his first grandchild was arriving in such a manner and that its presence spilled the beans he had been hiding for many centuries.

Lillian also thought about Heimdall, how he was the first to sense the baby, and how it was enough to make him believe Asgard was being invaded!

Who was this kid going to be? Her mind couldn’t take much more of this; she felt she couldn’t handle it. 

“I need to see Loki, are you quite done making me feel like a failure when you are the ones who failed Loki with your lies.” 

Frigga turned to Odin, a disparaging look across her face. 

“Lillian, Odin, and I do not feel like you or Loki are failures. Quite the opposite. It’s like this baby came to us to help us finally tell the truth; I think it’s been a blessing. Don’t you agree, Odin?”

Odin stood staring.

He may or may not agree with Frigga. He wasn’t going to explain his feelings further.

Seeing the rage erupt from Loki had been awful when they told him.

Loki, much like Lillian-was deeply concerned about the failure of Odin and Frigga to tell Loki about his true parentage and worse that he was a prince from Jötunnheim, he had a whole other planet that was rightfully his... 

“We will take our leave of you now, dear Lillian. Should we send Loki in next? Or do you need a moment?” 

Lillian hesitated. Why hadn’t he been the one to tell her? What more were Odin and Frigga not telling her about this child or Loki.

Again, the instinct to return to Earth, go home to Ohio overwhelmed her, and leave behind this impossible mess, but she couldn’t do that; she knew deep in her heart she had to see things through.

So, Lillian motioned for them to send in Loki; she held her breath and folded her hands and arms across her belly in a camouflaging gesture. 

Odin and Frigga exited, promising that she would be well cared for and that the healers would be coming to speak to both Loki and her very soon. 

ooOoo

It seemed hours before a soft knock on the door startled her. Loki opened it slowly and walked in. Lillian was now standing, leaning against one of the fancy chairs that were in nearly every palace room.

“It’s you,” Lillian said, a small smile edging its way across her pale face. 

“It’s me for sure.” 

He didn’t know if she would be angry at him for getting her pregnant, not knowing he was a frost giant, or just messing up their lives. He had said a small prayer before entering the infirmary, asking the gods for their help in mending Lillian’s trust in him.

To his surprise, Lillian spoke more first, “I bet you’ve been pissed since they told you.”

Loki was shocked at her empathy towards him, “you better believe it,” Loki said, staring intently at Lillian.

“I bet you must have felt like jumping off the Bifrost and falling into the abyss, huh?”

“I contemplated it, yes,” Loki confessed, although he was startled by how she knew where he had just been in his mind and body. Lillian had been paying closer attention to him than he realized.

“Why didn’t you then?” Lillian said nervously, following up. She knew by the dark circles beneath his eyes how devastated he was.

“Why didn’t I?” Loki was dumbfounded.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Lillian continued, “Loki, you could have blown up Midgard if you wanted to, just to get back at your awful parents. I would have understood.”

Tears began to fill his blue eyes, and all he could do was give in to the overwhelming desire to touch her. He was so close to her now that he was almost touching her. Almost.

“Lillian, I didn’t blow up Midgard or jump off the Bifrost for two important reasons. I think you must know what they are.”

She was becoming agitated again, “I don’t know. I don’t know what they are. You should be so angry that lightning will come out of the sky! I am so angry for you, Loki!”

“That’s my brother,” Loki laughed, trying to soften the tension between them.

“He does that.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Lillian said, laughing now too.

With that, Loki finally put his long limbs around her, “I didn’t go anywhere or do anything because of you and our baby,” he whispered in one of her delicate clamshell ears.

“I’m here, Lilly. I am not going to leave either of you,” he pulled back gently so she could see his sincerity. She wanted to tell him everything running through her mind, her fears about their child, how he even came to be, her book, their lives, and what lay ahead for them, but all she could do was kiss him.

She took his face, as she had done so many times before, holding his chiseled cheeks, pulling the dash of his lips to hers. A big smile authentically washed over Loki’s face as he passionately kissed her back.

“Lilly, you don’t hate me!” he finally said, catching his breath.

“You still want me?” Loki tenderly inquired. His vulnerability made his pale skin almost translucent. She swore she could see his beating heart inside his chest.

“Loki, I should be the one saying that to you! I have a baby inside me powerful enough to send Heimdall smoke signals; who knows how big I’ll get with a frost giant baby? Maybe I’ll turn blue along with the kid! Who knows!” 

She was making light of the scary unknown ahead for them both. In these moments, she wanted to laugh with him and feel the hope she knew was somewhere alongside the tragedy of their circumstances.

Feeling Lillian’s jest, Loki continued to try and offer levity as well. He laughed, “Lilly, all this is happening because of me and how much I wanted to come inside you. I’m sorry, I’m terrible. I am. I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I let you, Loki,” Lillian smiled ear to ear.

“Remember, I’ve let you come on my stomach and boobs so many times….”

An even bigger smile threatened to break Loki’s face, and he grabbed Lillian tightly against him, relishing the humor, the lightness that was gently enveloping them.

Then just as quickly, he pulled himself away from her and looked down at her belly. 

“Loki, what are you doing?” Lillian was confused.

“I can hear him.”

“How can you hear him? He’s only a couple of months old. He’s too tiny,” she continued laughing.

Loki furrowed his brow, “he’s four months old, Lilly. I think I got you pregnant the first time we had sex. It’s crazy, but it’s true. He’s growing big in there now.” Loki gestured to Lillian’s belly.  

Lilly blushed deep crimson as he continued, “when I saw him with the healers, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He’s extraordinary. I know it.”

Loki’s hands traveled instinctively to her belly, causing her to smile and place her hands on top of his. 

“Loki, what if he is blue? I am being serious this time. All of Asgard will know about you. What are we going to do?”

“He will be perfect. I don’t care about Asgard finding out. They would have found out at some point, baring my dad intended to tell me who I truly was….”

There were, of course, far more serious things besides the baby potentially being blue. The fact that they were called frost giants was not lost on Lillian, and she deeply worried that her body would not be able to carry the baby. The same fear that had been in Frigga’s mind, Lillian shared with her.

This moment with Loki brought Lillian into her body for the first time since finding out she was pregnant. With Loki’s hands gently touching her belly, she could feel what Loki was talking about; it wasn’t words but emotions. This baby was like his dad; he was already a ball of emotions. 

“Can you feel that too, Lilly?”

“I think I can,” she said as she quietly turned inward.

Loki was in tears, vacillating between laughter and sobs, “I know this is bonkers, Lilly. None of it makes sense. Suddenly you’re dating a frost giant, and now you’re pregnant with his baby in a strange realm you didn’t know existed until a couple of years ago…I am now suddenly also estranged royalty on another planet. I have an estranged father I’ve never met…and the family I do have are fucking assholes.”

Lillian stopped him. 

“We are dating?” 

“Aren’t we?” 

Loki continued, “don’t you think we should be married?” 

Lillian practically choked on the air between them.

“We need to slow down. I can’t keep all this straight long enough to process anything except that you look so beautiful right now, Loki. You sticking around, facing this mess, and being here, is the hottest thing in all the nine realms.” 

“You don’t say?” Loki’s hands now traveled up from her belly to hoist off her gown. 

“Aren’t we in an infirmary?” Lillian wondered aloud, helping him slightly by gently wriggling. 

“We are.”

“Shouldn’t we go to your room at least?”

“No.”

With that, Loki took off his shirt and pants, gently pushing them aside with a shove from his large foot. He stood quietly, letting Lillian admire him, as he had done so many times in her presence. He knew his body inside out and had shared it beautifully with his lovers, but the generosity and willingness to be seen fully were all because of Lillian.

There was a beautiful reversal in their connection. Loki, generally the vainer of the two, might appear to be reveling in his appearance, but it was more of an offering. There was something holy about it. Instead of being in charge, he let her gaze control the eventual meeting of their bodies.

This energy is what must have gotten her pregnant the first day they met, that and his phony green spell, but that was going to be a discussion for another day. It was time to feel one another and heal the heartache they had both endured since they were last together.

She laid on her back, letting him see her now, but not for long. It was just a glimpse at her wetness. She quickly grabbed him and held his naked body to her. He obliged, kissing and sucking her neck upon impact.

“I missed you, Loki; you were gone for a while.”

“Then I netted you while you were catching some night air…” he laughed into her hair.

He moved gently on top of her, a little too gently, perhaps worried about the baby, so she grabbed his gorgeous ass and landed him almost perfectly inside her. A slight adjustment and he was there entirely. He closed his eyes, feeling every sensation, but scared to move. He was lost in wonder.

“Loki, are you fucking me or taking a nap?”

“Oh, I am going to fuck you, Lilly. I just cannot believe how different this feels.”

“My pussy is not different now that I am pregnant; apparently, you’ve been fucking a pregnant woman for months! It’s the same pussy Loki.”

Catching his breath, he seemed to agree silently, he did know it was the same pussy technically, but it did feel different; truth be told, he was afraid he might not last too long either.

So, considering everything, he decided to give Lilly what he had. His familiar rhythm pulsed through his body to hers. This caused Lilly to scream, that familiar sound that gave her away under the net in the woods.

“You better move faster, Loki. I need all of you right now,” Lillian cried.

On cue, Loki picked up the pace even if it meant a short but eventual fuck, slamming her body again and again; he placed his face in the crook of her neck, exhaling one last time, then looking into her wide-eyed, pressing her hair back with his massive hands as he kissed her forehead.

She looked into his eyes again; they were almost the same shade as the ceiling. Had Frigga painted the palace ceilings after her son’s incredible ocean eyes? Her orgasm rippled through her while Loki’s chased quickly behind. He had given her everything.

He pulled out slowly, with his breath hitching. It was never a good feeling to leave her body. In the sweetness of this moment, Loki considered that his true home was possibly not Asgard and not Jötunnheim, but deep inside her. He looked over at her and smiled without sharing that thought, which still felt too tender and new. She didn’t ask what he was smiling about either.

They let the night take them to sleep; tomorrow, they would face the inevitable chaos that was waiting for them. On to Chapter 7