#does danny become the ghost king

[thebrainrotsreal]

Different ghost king outfits! (o^ ^o) Always adored the au as soon as I heard about it, but I never tried to design what it would look like until now! Left outfit is where I tried inverting Danny's usual ghost fit as jumping point, the middle is going ham with more a space/ecto theme, and the last is focusing more on Danny's ice core/powers! The middle's cape, hood, and ruffles near the belt-like bit are all pieces of void/portals, reaching through can pull out anything, and it can shrink or expand to his will!

[mkarchin713]

Due to his history with the supernatural Lancer definitely clocks Danny as something not fully human. Lancer thinks Danny is just liminal due to all the ectoplasm his parents experiment, believing that Danny’s liminality just manifests as a ghost sensing bladder. Lancer also thinks the Fenton’s have done something to piss off the realms ghosts due to how many are showing up in nowhere, Illinois (he moved hear to escape the paranormal nonsense and now look at what he has to deal with). 

As time goes on Lancer begins to suspect Danny is more than just liminal, especially after he encountered Phantom enough times. Lancer is not sure what Phantom is, he is obviously a realms ghost but seems to be both a protector and gatekeeper spirit. The presence of a protector spirit is uncommon but not rare but you don’t see a gatekeeper spirit without a gate to keep around, and gatekeeper spirits are always formed from those sacrificed to open the gateway. Lancer prays he is wrong because is Danny is Phantom then that means someone must have used his student as a sacrifice to open up a portal to the Infinity Realms. 

Lancer hesitates to call in Constantine, not only because he would rather avoid his ex if at all possible, but because Phantom seems to have everything well in hand. It was really difficult to stop himself during the ghost bug incident which turned many of the freshman into liminals but he held himself back, a little liminality never hurt anyone. That was until Amity Park was dragged into the Infinite Realms by a reawakened Ghost King. 

Lord of the Flies they where all fucked. 

Short DPXDC Prompts #855

Lancer was a kid who dabbled in magic. Meeting Constantine through his band and his want to learn more magic, They got to know each other very very well. Then a crazy terrifying encounter with a devil scared Lancer so much he cut off all contact with Constantine and stopped practicing magic completely. Years and years later, Constantine is sent to Amity Park to investigate the ghost problem. He did not expect to see an old flame. Did that spark still exist? Or has it been snuffed after all their years apart?

[starry-bi-sky]

DPXDC Idea: Mother of Monsters Dan(yal)

Specifically Fem!Dan because I made this in mind with my Fem Danyal Au bUT. The best part about Dan is that I get to play dress up with her, and Fem Dark Dany is gonna go by Layal (pronounced lae-el) because it means "the nights" and it sounds similar to Danyal, and I think she'd choose that name to mock Dany. ANYWAYS

Mother of Monsters Danyal. She may be evil but she's an Al Ghul at her core (even with vlad's soul merged with hers - however, considering that Layal looks and sounds like Dany, she considers that soul to be the more dominant one.) and loves animals. And she might be heartless, but she adores the monsters of the infinite realms.

Mother of Monsters Layal who hates everyone but utterly dotes and adores on every manner of beast she comes across. Stealing the eggs and infant young beasts of the Infinite Realms to raise as her own because she wanted them. Her own island full of monsters, a monstrous menagerie of her own. She steals most often from poachers or exotic pet keepers and other menageries -- the full grown beasties can keep their young.

And with every monster she raises, she can shapeshift their features onto herself, allowing her to change her shape from humanish to any matter of monster or hybrid creature. She calls herself their mother, and them her children. Her precious little babies, capable of incredible mass destruction and mayhem.

From little griffins the size of kittens, to stymphalian vulture chicks, and leviathan young hatching from eggs the size of her pinkie, to creatures native of the ghost zone that didn't even have names in the living realm. There really wasn't a limit to what or who she would take in and she didn't limit herself to any form of mythology. If they were beasts and they were unwanted, she wanted them. And as such, amassed her own mini army of "children" willing to listen to her any command.

Earth doesn't know what hit it when she attacks them.

There are many monstrous forms she could take on, the first one I've thought of is a combination of various serpentine/reptilian features. The body of a naga -- her lower half long and serpentine, her upper still human -- with spiked fins connecting from the bottom of her arms to her sides, ever seen Sinbad where Eris goes "you might have seen my likeness on the temple walls" and her arms do that fin thingy? Same concept. Her hands are webbed and taloned, perfect for slicing through the skin of the living, and her teeth are needle-sharp and shark like. Her hair can either be spiny and feathery-like like the spines of a lionfish, or frilled like a frilled-neck lizard. It's perfect for dealing and doting on her reptilian and amphibian-inclined darlings.

I'm more of a fan of aus where Dan is a sibling of Danny's rather than their kid, so Layal's redemption(..?? probation?) proceeds with her legally becoming Danyal's "twin" sister, who had been lost to the foster system before the Fentons adopted Dany, and was only recently reunited with her. The two of them look so alike that the lie is easy to take root and spread.

Layal is very indignant to the fact that she's now ten years in the past and has to restart her menagerie all over again. Do you know how much blood and sweat went into raising those children? How dare you separate them from their mummy. Although she'll admit she does miss their juvenile years, so she won't mind (too much) needing to raising them again. Dany is helping her retrieve all of them though, dammit.

long story short: epic the musical's "Scylla" has a CHOKEHOLD on me and this is the result of it

Unlike her Dan counterpart, Layal's voice is dancing and sirenic. It's purposely alluring and motherly, in order to lure people into a false sense of security until she feeds them to her "children." Echidna doesn't have shit on her. She almost seems friendly and reasonable, until you get too close and realize it was all an act and she drops it to metaphorically swallow you whole. She's like an anglerfish that way. She and Dany both sound like Scylla from Epic.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #20

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Other ideas relating to the prompt

✦

To Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Jason stayed dead for about six months before he was resurrected. That left his spirit plenty of time to fully manifest in the ghost zone, but time flows a little weird in the Infinite Realms so it feels like he's been dead a lot longer.

Regardless, six months is enough time for him to make plenty of friends and enemies alike. Enough to fall head over heals for the white-haired boy named Danny who just so happens to also be his king. Enough time for Jason and Danny to finally confess their feelings for each other and form a relationship. Enough time for them to grow to adore each other down to their very cores. Enough time for Jason to become the King's consort and earn the title of Prince of the Infinite Realms.

Not enough time, however, when Jason's spirit is unwillingly dragged back to the broken husk of his body buried in a coffin six feet under. Not enough time when the sheer amount of trauma his body and mind suffered causes his memories of the afterlife to sift out like grains of sand through a colander, mindless in his continued existence and search for a man named Bruce that he only half recalls.

Not enough time for when his body is stolen and dunked into the foulist pools of ectoplasm to ever surface in the living world and he comes back with unbridled rage he only half understands. Where is he? Where was he? Why does green flood his vision? Something is missing but why can't he remember? He shouldn't be here. Why was he here?? (1)

Jason tries to navigate his way through the world he'd previously left behind and discovers what happened after his death. The Joker was still alive. Another child was running around in a traffic light costume in the dead of night. Bruce had replaced him, seeming to forget he ever existed and the consequences of training a child to be a vigilante. That just won't do. He cries. He rages. He plans.

Meanwhile, the King of the Infinite Realms is apocalyptic over the fact that his lover was ripped from his arms, their kingdom, their home. He can sense Jason's torment like echoes in a cave. Can sense when his body enters the fringes of his territory when dunked into the toxic Lazarus waters created by the previous king. How dare they taint his lover's spirit with such filth?! Danny's core rears its head, chanting, growling to protect his soulmate.

Danny is beyond unhappy and he's about to make it everyone's problem.

✦

Notes:

(1) Jason forgets everything he experienced in the afterlife with Danny and is even more confused than he previously would have been when resurrected. Memories only come back to him in bits and pieces when he comes into contact with beings of the supernatural and Danny himself or possibly when he sleeps.

(*) I believe an interesting way to show the events and progression for this prompt would be to switch back and forth between the current events of Under the Red Hood/Phantom's anger and the days they spent together in the Infinite Realms before they were literally torn away from each other. Either as standalone info or through the dreams Jason has as he sleeps but doesn't remember when he wakes.

The events of Under the Red Hood still happen, there's just the question of where he even was for the six months that he was dead added into the equation. Dead on Main tossed in there for flair, because why not? Been seeing a lot of "Jason becomes Danny's Fright Knight" fics, but I wanna see one where they're literally just a royal couple who rule the Infinite Realms with a just and fair hand.

[dragonofthedepths]

Superman gets adopted by the Ghost King 15.2.23

DP x DC. Superman, Danny Phantom, JL, Lex Luthor. Danny & Superman. Ghost King!Danny. Character (un)death(?)

Superman dies, and wakes up floating in the Ghost Zone. Not that that means he isn’t dead, quite the opposite really, it is the Ghost Zone after all.

King Phantom gets to show the new hero-ghost around the Ghost Zone, showing him the ropes, figuring out what his Obsession is, and what to do when it points back toward the living world.

And hey, he heroed for the world while (half)dead, if Clark wants to, all it’ll take is figuring out how much the world is ready to cope with, and getting used to a new power set.

“Superman.” Lex deadpanned. The (dead) hero was floating in his largely kryptonian-proof living room, somehow not setting off any alarms or motion detectors. And glowing green. Either someone was trying some new kind of magic or shapeshifter or something on him, or he was hallucinating. He wasn’t up for dealing with the former. He groaned. “Great, now you’re haunting me.”

Superman winced and grinned somewhat sheepishly. “Uh, yes, actually.”

Day (625/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project 15th of Feb

[jinjeriffic]

What if Danny Fenton and Billy Batson become fast friends. Danny is annoyed at cultists trying to send "brides" to the Ghost King. Billy is weirded out when adults try to flirt with Captain Marvel. Danny hits upon the idea that they should be each other's beards. If the Ghost King and the Champion of Magic are very publicly dating, that should keep unwanted suitors off their backs, right?

Of course they are both absolute Chaos Gremlins about it.

Cultist: We offer you this sacrifice, oh great king!

Danny: One moment please *whips out fenton phone* Hey honey, guess what? Some idiots are trying to tempt me away from you again. You got my coordinates?

Billy: *Kool Aid man entrance* Who dares?!

Cultists: Run awaaaaay!

***********

Captain Marvel takes a hit while fighting a villain. Phantom out of nowhere with a steel chair!

Danny: Nobody hurts my schnookums!

Everyone: ???

************

Captain Marvel brings Phantom to the next JL potluck as his plus one, with Danny in full creepy ghost mode.

Billy: Oh yes, we've been on again, off again for the last thousand years or so. We have our differences, but nobody gets me quite like he does! *exaggarated dreamy sigh*

Hal: That's nice...

Meanwhile Danny is shoving an entire burger in his mouth, displaying multiple rows of sharp teeth.

Danny: Man, I love the 21st century! Food sure has changed a lot since I died. And the technology!

Ollie: Oh? When did you die?

Danny: *glares* It's incredibly rude to ask a ghost about their death

Nearby Leaguers are edging away, nervous about being on the menu next.

Flash: Hotdogs! Who wants hotdogs?!

Danny: Oh, me! As long as they don't fight back

Everyone: wtf is going on here

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny commits to the Bit a bit too hard...

So! For the first few weeks after his accident, whenever Danny would try to help the people of Amity Park, he would be treated as a Villain.

No matter if he had just defeated the Big Bad of the Week or saved a Cat from a tree, everybody in town only saw him as a Monster or Villain to he feared and hunted down. Danny was really getting sick of trying to get them on his side, until Sam made a suggestion.

"Why not just...play into it?" She said, barely looking up from painting her nails.

It was just an offhand suggestion, but it stuck with Danny. Why shouldn't he lean into it? The people of Amity Park already saw Ghosts as Evil, and they already assumed he was in cahoots with the Ghosts attacking the town. Why shouldn't he just...play into it?

So he does just that.

From that day on, whenever Phantom was spotted he would dramatically monologue about his Evil Plans, or claim that another Rogues attack on the City was his own act of terror.

Box Ghost destroys the towns Warehouses? It was on his orders.

Ember mind controls masses of Teenagers? All part of his Plans somehow.

Every Adult in Town is kidnapped by Young Blood? Danny gave them over to a friend as a Gift.

He crafts an identity for himself as the most Vile and Horrible Ghost that has ever attacked the City, using his own infamy to cement his legend even more firmly. The town only sees a Monsterous Villain, who has eveded capture near effortlessly for months on end, who constantly attacks their City and gets away with it.

Of course he still needs an excuse for how his plans keep getting stopped, and he gets it when his girlfriend Valerie becomes the Red Huntress. Before that, he just claimed infighting or the Fentons getting lucky, but Valerie becoming the Town's Hero meant he had a plausible excuse for how he kept getting "Foiled".

Val was suspicious, because she was not as involved as Phantom painted her to be, but in the end she had no proof of him faking his defeats. And she couldn't come up with any explanations for why he would do that in the first place. I mean, who would fake being a Supervillain? It had to he something else.

This did come back to bite him a while later, when the Justice League decided that enough was enough, and dispatched Justice League Dark to recruit Red Huntress and help Deal with him.

Coincidentally, that was the same day Pariah Dark attacked the Mortal Realm and sucked Amity Park into the Ghost Zone.

And honestly? Danny had spent over a Year proclaiming himself as a Villain who commanded Ghosts to attack the Human Realm, and he had heard about the Right of Conquest being Absolute in the Ghost Zone, so why not make it official? Why not overthrow the Ghost King, become the Ghost King, and cement his identity as a Villain while also forbidding Ghosts from entering the Human Realm without his permission?

He may have gotten a bit carried away and forgotten that the Villain thing was a disguise...but hey! He was still preventing Ghost Attacks! ...mostly. That's got to count for something right?

He may have let the Bit run a bit too far...

...

Check the tags for more context!

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Al Ghul Twins, Only Not Really

I have this vague idea that I might or might not turn into a fic, but it's been in my head for weeks now.

So Bad Ending with Fentons happens, after which Danny is traumatized beyond repair. Sam and Tucker find him, and for the lack of any other possible solutions, yeet him in the Zone and destroy the portal. Clockwork finds him, and Danny, desperate for a safe place, time to rest and heal, and afraid of becoming Dan, asks him for help. Clockwork obliges and tells him he will take care of everything and for Danny to sleep and not worry about anything.

"It's going to be okay," Clockwork tells him, "You will wake up, and all this will feel like a distant dream."

So Danny sleeps. The trick is, he doesn't sleep for a day or two - Clockwork, together with Frostbite and Nocturn, put him into something equivalent to medical coma. And then, Clockwork finds a dimension where no one's ever heard of Danny, Amity Park, GIW, and everything else, and he hides Danny in there.

Danny sleeps for three centuries, in depth of the mountains where no one can find or bother him. Yet, his mere presence in the world causes some ectoplasm to start accumulating around him - he is the Ghost King, after all.

He sleeps under Nanda Parbat.

When he wakes, his past life with Fentons really does feel distant and foggy. He remembers it, but it's like a childhood memory: the details have faded away, the faces have become blurry, and it doesn't hurt anymore. He doesn't forget anything, but it becomes... less important. Less meaningful.

But the first thing he feels just a few minutes after he wakes is a soul. A soul of a child, crying in pain, and its lifeless body being submerged into Danny's ectoplasm (Lazarus Pits have all come from Danny's excess ecto over the years of his sleep, so he can feel them and he can control them to an extent, albeit Ra's has really badly polluted them over the years).

Danny is a hero, that didn't change even after his very long sleep. So he tries to help, but in the process, he accidentally gets roped into the Pit, since a) it's corrupted ecto, b) he has zero ide what he's doing, c) he is the Ghost King and he might put more power in it than he intended, d) he just woke up, cut him some slack.

Talia, who put Damian's body into the Pit, is very damn surprised when two Damians emerge, and that's putting it lightly.

At least they are both very much alive.

[ailithnight]

DPxDC Prompt #12

Jason and Danny meet shortly after Jason dies and becomes a ghost; which is also around the time Danny half dies and becomes a half ghost.

At first, they are kind of enemies, what with Robin constantly leaving the zone to try to go home, to Batman, to Dad; and Phantom constantly putting him back in the Realms, like he does with all the others.

After meeting Dairy King in Vlad's castle, Danny learns that not all ghosts that come through to the Living Realm to cause trouble. So he starts making a point to try to talk to them first. The next time Robin tries to make his escape, Phantom is there, for once talking to him instead of attacking on sight. They have a nice long conversation where Robin explains why he keeps trying leave and Phantom apologizes and explains why he kept stopping him. By the end Phantom lets Jason go, but Jason decides to stick around a bit longer. Just to show this rookie how to hero right.

Over the next few months Jason and Danny become good friends and, eventually, start crushing on each other. It's a few weeks more before one of them caves and asks the other out.

It's supposed to be their first date. Danny dressed up all nice and went to meet Jason in the Zone. Jason nevers shows.

Danny thinks he's been stood up.

Jason had just finished getting ready for his date when some... force ripped him out of the Realms and dropped him, gasping for breath he hasn't needed for 6 months, back into his living, breathing, buried body.

[hipstergecko]

Okay okay, hear me out.

What if transdimensional telephone? Or even an anachronistic telephone? 😏

NOO I ALREADY HAVE A FIC IM WORKING ON HOW DARE YOU

I like the idea of a young Robin talking to a Danny that is 10 years removed from his time/dimension.

Ough the possibilities. Good shipping material too. But I digress.

The whole story would be about these two boys developing a friendship across dimensions/time via stupid magical rotary phone. And when one of the other faces peril, they find a way to jump to the other. I'm thinking Danny being in the past (read first superhero AU) and remembering the time and date of the danger to Dick and being there to save him/the JL.

Maybe something like this?

—

"Ah! S-sorry! Wrong number!"

Danny blinked at the receiver. People didn't often call the house anymore. Not even telemarketers! People can only last so long in front of one of his parents anti-ghost speeches. It was strange that someone actually bothered to call, even if it was a wrong number.

He put the phone back on the wall and shrugged. Not his problem. Just as he turns away, the phone rings again.

Huh.

Danny let it ring for a moment, then picked it up. "Hello, Fenton residence. May I ask who's calling?"

"Oh! Uh... Hello."

Danny frowned, the voice sounded young. His age or younger even. "Hello. Uh, can I help you or...?"

The phone buzzed with the dial tone. They hung up again.

Danny looked at the phone, confused. That was weird. Wasn't a ghost caller. His parents ghost proofed the phone lines long ago. Maybe it was a first time prank caller. Which wasn't uncommon, but still strange after all this time. The Fenton prank buster tm was still fully operational after all.

This time as soon as he put the phone back on the receiver, it rang again.

"Hey, who is this? Prank calls aren't as funny if you don't do the joke right away." Danny answered, irritated.

"P-prank? I'm not calling to prank!" The voice sounded indignant. "I'm trying to call Br-my dad!"

"Well you keep calling me so..." Danny cleared his throat. In a deeper voice, he continued. "Hello son! I'm so glad you called! Your mother has dinner in the oven and it's reanimating! You might even say that the turkey has gone fowl!"

There was a moment of silence.

Then, quietly over the gentle static of his parent's landline, he heard gentle snickering.

"Well dad, if the turkey's gone rogue, then isn't that simply poultry in motion?"

Danny chuckled. "Your sense of humor is im-peck-able."

"Sir, that pun was ill-eagle."

"Oh toucan play at this game."

---

Dick snuck through the halls of the Justice League base. With any luck, nobody would catch him. Bruce was currently engrossed in a meeting about a new inductee to the Justice League. He should be safe for at least 45 minutes.

He made his way to the artifacts room. He was sure not to touch anything as he crept through the piles of magical items.

Straight to one toxic green rotary phone.

He grinned, picking up the phone and spinning any set of number he could think of. This time he did his birthday.

"Thiiiiiiis is the Fenton residence. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

Dick pinched his nose. "Ah yes, this is Chuck from accounting. Do you have the fourth quarter sales report yet?"

There was a giggle from the other side before an equally nasally voice came through.

"Oh heeeeey Chuck. This is Caaaaarl. I'm sorry to break it to you, but the sales report has been scrapped. See, the guy compiling it was afraid of the number 4 and had to throw it out."

"Why?"

"Cause he was one real odd guy."

"So you're saying he couldn't even?"

Giggles on either side of the line filled the room.

Dick grinned. "So how're you doing Danny?"

---

"Welcome to Fenton airlines, this is your captain speaking."

"Hey Danny."

Danny quickly sobered. Dick always had some sort of lead in or one liner. This didn't bode well. "Hey Dick. What's up? Is everything okay?"

"It's... things aren't great right now with me and Bru-my dad. I'm not going to be able to call for awhile. I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh." Danny felt himself slump a bit. He'd really come to enjoy the occasional pun battle and chit chat with the guy he'd come to know as Dick. "Okay. Uh... Thanks for the heads up."

"Yeah."

"Listen Dick, I know we really don't know each other and... I know I sound like a creep, but if you need any help, just give me a call, okay?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. Why was he hesitating about this? Just because his parents didn't give him or his sister the attention they wanted, didn't mean he couldn't extend his help to someone else. Even if that someone else was a complete stranger.

"Uh... I don't think..."

"And I know I don't know where you live and I have no idea about you life and all that but like, dude, you're fun to talk to. I don't get to just, talk much anymore. About dumb stuff like puns and junk." He knew he was rambling, but he didn't stop. "I know I'm just some stranger, but I've been through some stuff and know how it feels to have someone to rant to. And I know being at odds with parents sucks and I've been there and if you need someone to just talk at about stuff... Well..." He finally trailed off.

There was a pause.

"... Thanks Danny." The voice over the phone sounded fond. Like he was smiling even though he was going through it. "I'll try to remember that."

"Sweet. I mean you have my number."

"I actually don't."

"What?" Danny frowned. "Then how do you keep calling me?"

"On a Magic green rotary phone."

"I'm sorry, on a whaaa-hang on. Does it have a dude with salt and pepper hair and a cheesy grin on the back?"

There was another pause.

"Yes."

"Woooooow." Danny rocked back on his heels. "I thought that thing was lost to time and space. Nice!"

"Okay now I have questions."

"Well, how much time do you have?"

--- ☎️ ---

"So, your dad built a portal to an interdimensional realm for science in your basement, rebuilt an old rotary phone to try to speak to the dead, but tripped and tossed it into the void of infinite dimensions and somehow it turned up here."

"That about sums it up."

Dick could feel a headache coming on. "That sounds incredibly dumb."

"Dude, that isn't even the half of it. I don't know which dimension you're in or even when you are! I thought that thing was gone for good."

"You know this begs more questions than it answers."

Dick was startled out of his thoughts as he heard the door to the artifacts room open. Zatanna's voice echoed through the room as she spoke with a man, Constantine?

"I have to go." He whispered into the phone. "I'll call back when I can."

"Okay! Take care of yourself Dick."

"You too Danny."

And the line went dead.

---

It had been years since the phone rang. And so much had happened since he last spoke to Dick. Pariah Dark, Vortex, Undergrowth, coming clean to his parents, that huge mess with the GIW, something about a meteor, his alternate version evil self getting a redemption arc, and the interdimensional war.

Frankly he hadn't even thought about the phone in a long time. At one point he considered setting up a voicemail, but never got around to it.

It never rang nowadays anyway. He'd tried quite a few times to call Dick back, but no one ever picked up. It would just ring endlessly.

Eventually he stopped trying to call.

Danny flopped heavily down on his parent's old sofa, groaning as he let the cushions take his weight. He hadn't been home in months. Things in the infinite realms had really taken off with this whole king thing. His entire life (afterlife?) was filled to the brim with fights, political meetings, and fixing temporal displacements.

Whoever said that the dead were peaceful should've been shot.

He was just about to close his eyes for a well deserved nap when he startled upright. A familiar ringing sound filled the air.

Someone was calling the house phone.

He scrambled to the wall where the old phone hung. It was even more beat up than it had been years ago. The phone had made it through several invasions and countless explosions. Was it luck? Maybe.

Danny snatched the phone from it's cradle.

"Hello?"

There was a pause.

"Danny?"

The voice was deeper than he remembered. But that made sense. They had both grown up.

But just to be sure...

"How do you spot a nosy pepper?"

He paused. This joke was golden.

"Because it gets jalepeño business."

Dick replies without missing a beat.

"Well that's just un-bell-ievable."

Danny let out a breath of relief and felt a smile stretch his face. "Dude! It is you! Your voice sounds so different!" He laughed. "How've you been?"

"Awful." There was a short pause. "But enough about me, cayenne ask you a question?"

"No poblano! What's up?"

"So, you know a lot about the infinite realms, right?"

"Yeeeeah?"

"And how it connects all of time at different points?"

"Uh-huh?"

"How do you find someone lost in the time stream?"

Danny felt his whole body twitch.

"Okay, now I have questions."

---

The watchtower had fallen.

The great satellite that served for the JL's base of operations had crashed to the earth. Countless lives were lost. Those some of those aboard the watchtower, some beneath it.

The great creature roared in triumph. This ungodly being that defied the mind and spat on reality could not be defeated by mortals. Anyone with eyes could be blinded by the mind warping horror.

It was Eldritch.

And it was destroying the world.

Dick rushed through the wreckage. Searching frantically for... There!

He raced towards a panel, heaving it off of the dark clad form beneath it.

"Bruce! Bruce get up!" Dick hefted the broken man's arm over his shoulder. "We have to get you out of here!" He tapped his com. "Oracle! The watchtower is down! Can you hear me?"

Nothing but static.

"Richard..." Batman's head lolled to the side. "Dick. I'm..."

"Shut up shut up you aren't going to die here!" Dick grunted, pulling the man along.

"I'm sorry son."

"We can't..." Bruce murmured. A concussion, no, severe head trauma. "... S'magic."

"Shut up damnit!" Dick couldn't let himself cry. They would both be killed. But he couldn't stop the tears that rolled down his cheeks regardless of his will to stop them. "We're gonna get out of this! We have to!"

Dick swore again. He looked around frantically. He saw members of the JL all doing their best to get those trapped under debris free. Those not helping the injured were mounting another attack against the being.

Which would, like before, be ultimately useless.

Dick didn't know what to do.

"Where is the JLD? Can't they do anything about this?"

"Const-antine.... Lookin' for... Help." Bruce slurred. "Magical artifact of... sum' kind."

Okay okay. Dick could do that. He could work with that. He led batman to one of the hastily made medical stations and ran back out into the chaos and debris. A fire had started and heroes were clearing the area.

Dick darted through the wreckage, trying to remember where the magical artifacts room had been.

It took an hour of searching before he happened upon it. Completely on accident after almost tripping over a broken steel beam.

One toxic green rotary phone.

Dick snatched it up and ran.

--- ☎️ ---

The phone rang.

"Danny please... please pick up."

It rang again.

"Please please please." Dick pleaded, sitting at Bruce's side while the monster raged. His head was bowed and he held the phone like a lifeline. How it hasn't been destroyed was beyond him. How it still worked without power was a mystery as well.

But at this moment it didn't matter all that much.

It rang again.

"... Please. Please pick up..." Dick gave a weak laugh. "I'm close to giving up the ghost here Danny."

It rang again.

"The again, it won't be so bad. At least I'll get to keep my ghoulish figure."

It rang again.

"I might cry though. It'll ruin my ma-scare-a."

It rang again.

Dick let his head fall and hit the cot his father was resting on. This was a long shot. He knew it. Danny might not be able to do anything at all. Maybe he was just some guy he had called on a whim. A friend connected across dimensions.

He still wanted to call him though.

It rang again.

Dick heaved a shuddering sigh. "At least I'll have great hair." He couldn't help a snicker. "On account of my scare-spray."

There was a click.

"This is your friendly neighborhood ghostbuster, how may I exorcise you today?"

"Danny." Dick's relief was palpable. "Thank God."

"Hey Dick. What's up?"

"I need a favor." Dick heard something massive something crash into the ground not 2 blocks away. "A big favor."

"When and where."

Suddenly the enormity and ridiculousness of the situation caught up to Dick. He started laughing.

"I don't even know if you can do anything about it! It's crazy! A giant Eldritch horror broke into our dimension and is going to destroy everything!"

"Dick..."

"Like I know things had gotten bad before, but this..." His laughter had a tinge of hysteria to it. "None of us know what to do! And we're supposed to be superheroes! It's crazy! It's insane!"

"Dick! Calm down! Where and when are you?!"

"And what's even more crazy is the fact that I decided to call you up in the middle of a warzone! On a freaking rotary phone!! Who does that?! Crazy people do that!"

"Hey, why did the chicken cross the road?"

Dick stopped. The non sequitur was so out of left field that it pulled him out of the spiral.

"Wh-what?"

"To get you to tell him the time! Tell me the time!"

"Uuuugh... 2:45?"

"And the date!"

"2023?"

"You're 10 years ahead of me?! Nope doesn't matter! Where are you right now?!"

"Just outside of Gotham city. New Jersey."

"Okay. I'll be there. I promise."

There was a sudden chill. Like an arctic breeze that swept through the air. A horrible ripping sound tore through the noise of chaos.

Dick had the good sense to step outside the medical tent to look up at the sky. A glowing toxic green portal split the sky like a horrible scar. A figure came through it.

It was too far away to see, so high that it floated at eye (???) level with the creature laying waste to the world. It leveled a toxic green blast at the horror.

Dick gasped, watching as the figure began attacking the Eldritch being with vigour. Watching as it deftly evaded attacks and made the thing howl with pain and fury.

Dick watched, speechless as the small figure nearly single handedly dropped the Eldritch creature to it's knees. An enormous rift filled with a swirling green void ripped itself into the sky just beyond the entity. And with a massive green shield, the figure shoved the horrible creature into it.

It screamed and screeched and howled, but couldn't fight the shield forcing it into the rift. It tumbled inside like an ungainly sack of squishy marbles. The rift snapped shut behind it.

And then Danny spoke up.

And there was silence. Beautiful beautiful silence.

"Sounds like I handled your problem spook-tacularly." His voice was smug. "Please remember to thank your waiter. Talk to you later Dick! I'll see you in 10 years."

And he hung up.

Dick barely heard him.

A light smattering of applause heralded the descent of the figure. A man bigger in size than even Superman, wearing a fur ruffed cloak made of the darkness of space peppered with stars and a crown wreathed in green flame. His hair was a shock of white the floated in a nonexistent breeze and his eyes burned with green light. His armor was black and white, emblazoned with a stylized P on the breastplate.

He drifted lower and lower, eyes scanning the debris and various people here and there. His glowing eyes finally fell across Dick, who had been standing slack jawed outside the medical tent holding a neon green rotary phone, and he smiled.

His teeth were sharp.

He descended slowly to the ground and walked forward. His smile only growing as Dick took a nervous step back and hugged the phone to his chest. The man finally stopped after coming face to face with Dick. If you could call it that. He towered over the vigilante.

A tense moment of silence passed.

Then the man cleared his throat.

"Did you ask if his refrigerator was running?"

"Wha-"

"Because that's a classic. Prank call 101." The man grinned. "Or just just pretend that you're their dad."

The phone fell from Dick's nerveless hands.

"DANNY??!"

---

Well that was fun! I definitely didn't hours of precious sleep writing this. 👻☎️

Short DPXDC Prompts #997

Young Dick Grayson is wandering in the JL headquarters in the artifacts room. He’s been just looking around, occasionally reading placards that Zatanna or Dr. Fate have added on the items used and its history.

He pauses when he comes across an old green rotary phone. Next to the phone is a small placard. It reads “never pick this up.”

He knows he shouldn’t touch it. He’s in a room full of magical artifacts. There’s no way this won’t come back to bite him. But his curiosity overwhelms him.

He picks up the phone and dials a random number.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

And- “Hello! Fenton speaking! Who am I speaking to?”

Someone answered. —

Danny doesn’t know why this unknown number rang the house phone but ngl, he’s a bit curious. (Nomatter what number you choose, it always goes to the Fentons landline

[starry-bi-sky]

more about og tue timeline twins danny and dan/jamie

very touchy with each other. you might even say. ccclingy. its to be expected, they're two halves of a whole after all and all they've got of each other. worryingly co-dependent. do not separate. ever.

Danny was really weak and sick after the initial separation, and was for a while after. Jamie knew internally that if Danny died, he'd take the whole world with it. He was the one sole caretaker for him while he got better -- not for lack of trying on Vlad's part, but without his ghost powers he was nothing more than a feeble (albeit handsomely rich) man, and James looked ready to bite his head off if he got within ten feet of either of them.

Vlad is intimately aware that James (or Danny, if he tried) could snap his spine in half like a twig, and is uncomfortably aware of his own lack of ghost half now. It makes him feel self-conscious and exposed, so he never fully returns back to "cocky and self-assured billionaire Vlad Masters". Making deals with other brands feels a lot harder now that he can no longer possess them anymore.

Speaking of, he very quickly has to come up with a cover story as to why there's now a James Daniel Fenton to the public, when no records whatsoever of him existing existed prior. Lots of forging false government documents on his end. James and Danny do not help because it's his fault this happened in the first place.

(Regardless of whether or not Danny actually willingly chose to rip out his ghost half/humanity in canon is true, or if that was Vlad Masters speaking out of his ass, a large part of the blame still falls on Masters.)

(As his primary caretaker and guardian, it's his responsibility to ensure the health and safety of his charge, and since Danny was in clear emotional duress at the time, it can be argued that he was not in the mental state to make such a decision. And, allegedly, couldn't do it on his own which is why he asked Vlad for help.)

I chose "James" as Dan's name since it's a popular fanon middle name for Danny, and since he's half of Danny, it felt like it just made sense lol. Also because of the ensuing comedy of the two of them introducing themselves as "James Daniel Fenton" and "Daniel James Fenton". It's got the same energy as "danny with a y" and "danny with an i" and it's the exact kind of name bullshit you expect parents to give their twins.

I don't have their exact personalities down, but something I am actively writing into this au's bible is that I think Danny should be the quiet and (ig technically) meaner one. There's a lot to go into about interpretations for ghosts, halfas, and the incident itself, but TL:DW; Danny is technically soulless, or at the very least missing half of his soul (altho Jamie is too just in a different direction).

Pair that with the trauma of losing his family in front of him + having his ghost half ripped out + all the trauma he would've sustained as a hero, and he's not doing too hot mentally! i think if the twins met good timeline!Danny, Danny would've mistaken Danny for Dan and Jamie for the original half.

He comes off to others as pretty apathetic and indifferent to a borderline terrifyingly calm degree. He doesn't go out of his way to insult people, but he also doesn't care enough to consider the other party's feelings so he doesn't filter himself, which makes him come off as rude. The only times he looks truly comfortable is when he's near Jamie or talking to him.

His standoffish, ice prince demeanor makes Jamie look like a saint in comparison. When really he's not all that much better? He's more outwardly emotional than Danny, whether that be positive or negative, but at the end of the day he doesn't trust or care about anyone else any more than Danny does, and he's got a bit of a sadistic streak. Danny reigns him in when he starts becoming too destructive.

(Which I think makes sense. Danny asked Vlad to rip out his ghost half specifically so he could stop feeling his human emotions. Dan, despite his monotone voice, does exhibit emotions. He's smug when he asks Valerie if he likes his ghostly wail, sardonic when he reunites with Sam and Tucker, annoyed, shocked at Danny's ghostly wail, etc. He enjoys wreaking destruction and chaos.)

(If Danny had survived his encounter with Dan and if Vlad was successful, then I imagine he'd be rather apathetic to his other half as a whole. That'd be interesting.)

Overall though they're both hurt, bitter, and distrustful of the world around them, with abandonment issues a mile wide. They can get better and they can heal, but it takes time and patience and proper support.

On the DPxDC side of things, they do genuinely hold some kind of respect or regard for Bruce. They also don't become vigilantes for a while. Neither of them are jumping at the bit to enter heroism again, not when it was heroism that killed their family in the first place.

In fact when they find out Bruce = Batman they think he's foolish for it. They think its a fool's errand, and they've been so spurned by their time as Phantom that for a few weeks, Jamie even refused to call Bruce anything but Sisyphus. Danny called him Tantalus, and the two of them had a faux-argument about which one was more accurate.

Bruce does, though, worm his way into both of their hearts, and that's like, the main reason they become vigilantes to join him. So that they could keep him safe and not because of any desire to return to the heroic life. Relearning to care and finding satisfaction in helping others was an unintentional side effect.

(Bruce is so very smug)

Essentially:

The Twins: this is our squishy and fragile adoptive father. If anything happened to him, we're becoming mass extinction events.

Bruce: Nnno.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP idea: To Be Human Again

Danny had not been human for a long time. His home dimension had long since fallen. He lost his friends and family to old age, watched their descendants rise and fall in the same way, and witnessed his Earth come to an end.

When the cosmos erupted and took the solar system he knew and loved, Danny was oddly at peace with the end. He was no longer a Halfa but a full Spirit of the Stars. Solar flares ran through his veins rather than blood, stardust decorated his skin in gently kissed freckles, and his eyes held the swirling clouds of the cosmos.

Danny had not become a ghost. He had transformed into an Ancient, commanding the prophecies, fates, and endless opportunities that all living beings could experience in their lifetimes.

He flouted through his domain, witnessing battles between Lords of Choas and Order. Planets gain life and break apart. Endless time stretching from the graveities he weaves to flouting stones.

As time passes, his name begins to fade into legends and myths, and even the ghosts that once battled with him forget their time together. They, too, can age at a much slower rate, but change comes for them. He is present for Box Lunch's birth, but when he leaves to create light in the darkness, he misses her growing up. When he returns, Box Lunch does not know him, trembling in place as she bows low like her parents.

He stares at her, wondering what he found wrong with her, until he realizes she is a young adult. Were it not for his once evil timeline, he wouldn't have known her child form. He had missed it.

His gaze falls onto the much older pair of ghosts who call him by his new title. Neither Box Ghost nor Lunch Lady show any signs of remembering his name. They greet him with his title, and act as if though that is his identifier.

How many eons had it been since he last heard someone call him Phantom? Or even Danny?

"Lord Star Weaver?" Box Lunch stammers when the giant being only continues to stare. "Is something the matter?"

"Hmm," he considers her question, wondering if his realizations upset him. It's not that he was lonely or that he missed the sound of his name. But he has spent eons in a haze focusing on his work, and now it's almost as if he was waking from a dream.

Dreams....what did those feel like again?

"Tell me, Box Lunch, are there any portals to any living Earths?" His voice booms over the Realms, echoing as if they were a part of him. Maybe they were.

Danny had not sat on his throne since his elder sister breathed her last, but he still remembered the way the Infinite Realms changed on his whims. It's where he learned to weave stars. The young woman's ghost looked startled before she gestured vaguely to a path behind her.

"Yes, sir. I regularly use the anchored portal to visit the local Earth. It's where my father was born before his death."

Danny looks down at Box Ghost before leaning toward Box Lunch's height. She is no bigger than his pupils, and she seems frozen in terror as his eyes glow with hunger. "Show me," he says.

Her parents make strangling noises, but they wouldn't dare speak against the King and Ancient of creation. They send their daughter worried tight smiles but encourage her to lead the Star Waver to the portal.

She flights for a solid hour, his large form sending every ghost into hiding as he passes. Despite not having a living heart, he knows that it beats a mile a minute within her chest as her glow flickers in uncertainty.

They arrive at the portal, a swirling green pool resting in the open mouth of a mechanical jester. Danny thinks it looks like the building of an amusement park. He remember going to one once with Sam. This had been the Funhouse, filled to the brim with trick mirrors.

The memory causes him to smile.

Lunch Box nervously moves her hands one after another, bowing at the waist and stepping to the side so Danny can consider the portal. He is much larger than the building and doubts his foot would fit inside the portal.

He should change his form.

"Here it is, Lord Star Weaver, the portal to the human-AGHHHH!" Box Lunch's words fade into a scream as two bright rings of light form around the Ancient. Fearing she had offended the being and he was planning on retaliating, she flings herself to the ground before the portal, begging for her existence.

"I will do anything!" She cries, head pressing against the glowing green stone underneath her. "Mercy, please, Lord Star Weaver."

"Anything? Then you shall be my guide in the new Earth, " a human voice says. Shocked, she raises her head only to see that the Ancient has vanished and that a human teenager with soft fluffy hair, big baby blue eyes, and the most innocent demeanor is staring back at her.

Were it not for the soul she could feel carefully folded up inside him, she would have thought him a human who stumbled through the portal.

"My....Lord?" she dares to ask, and she's rewarded with a soft smile. Honestly, the human body the Star Weaver has chosen is an odd one. It looks like a strong gust of wind could knock him over.

"Yes. Where does this portal lead?"

"Gotham," She shutters out, "The city within the United States of Earth. This portal is in te middle of a human outlaw named Joker, but humans there aren't able to see us very well so he never bothers me."

"Gotham" Danny rolls the name on his human tongue, tasting it as the sound vibrates through his bones and his heart. It's been so long since he last felt this alive, and if that was what the name could do, who knows what the city could bring him. "What a wonderful place to get lost in, don't you agree, big sister?"

"Um...I beg your pardon?" Lunch Box blinks, but he shifts her fate with a snap of his fingers. Since she had never been alive, having been a Realms born, Danny has control of her guiding star. He moved it for one that belonged to a version of herself born in the human world.

Lunch Box's body shifts into flesh and blood. Her draw drops as she stares at her human hands. Danny grins. "I'm Danny Fenotn, moving to Gotham with my older sister. Adopted, of course. Who might you be?"

She looks at him with horror and heartbreak, but what leaves her mouth is only three words: "I'm Della Fenton."

"Della." He repeats the name, nodding his head and smiling. "It's lovely."

"It was my mother's Earth name before her death, " she says in a daze, and Danny smiles, striding into the portal without a second glance.

"Come on, Della, I want to see our new home."

He steps into the portal, while she can only look out over the Realms that no longer whisper and speak to her. How could it? She was no longer a ghost. She silently apologizes to her parents, who would likely be waiting at their haunt for her, and turns away from the only home she's ever known.

She can not afford to anger the Star Weaver. If he can breathe life into her with a mere snap of her fingers, she fears what he can do to take it away.

On the other side of the portal Della finds that her King has been caught by humans, who have tied him up to a chair and a snickering clown waved a knife in his face.

His gentle smile did not leave his face even as the Joker sliced two thin lines on his cheek.

"Della" Danny calls never taking his eyes off the clown. "Is this the outlaw you spoke of?"

Human goons swarm her. She is shocked to find that they can touch her as she is thrown on the ground, only to remember she is now human. The dull ache in her chin is her new reality.

"Yes. That's the Joker," She says after getting her wits about her. One of the goons presses the heel of his foot on top of her head, slamming her back to the ground and breaking her nose. A scatter of snickers echoes through the room as Joker loudly cackles.

"That's right, little boy. I'm the Joker, and this is my Fun House. What were you two doing sneaking about here uninvited?"

There are teeth in the Star Weaver's answer, and she shivers in place, wondering how she will survive him. "Oh, I just felt like star gazing. Say, did you know your guiding star is becoming dim?"

[deadsetobsessions]

Summonings

Ever since Danny Phantom became the Ghost King, he’s had to deal with an endless amount of crap. An eternity of it, actually, and it was constantly causing him unending amount of existential crises and stress.

First, there was the paperwork. Pariah Dark, the incompetent asshole, had left him decades worth of bureaucracy to painfully sift through. He ended up hiring some ghosts with paperwork obsessions to sort some of that out. Who knew ruling the infinite realms would require this much paperwork? He’s lucky each section of the underworld had their own systems to report to their own rulers who, in turn, report to him.

Secondly, there were the Observers. And other ghosts, like his own rogues, but they were the main issues. Eyeball menaces. They protested his appointment, something he actually agreed with. Putting a fifteen year old on the throne is rarely a smart decision. But the Infinite Realm values strength, the only type of currency that matters in the land of the gods and the dead. Danny? Phantom? He’s got strength in spades. With only a few months of being a ghost, Danny had managed to defeat Pariah Dark, who had cowered gods and struck fear into the hearts of ghost heroes.

But Danny hasn’t quite realized the significance of that yet, too focused on the realization that he was about to be in charge of the infinite realms. The Observants, since his reluctant and extremely limited coronation, has been up his ass about doing things the “proper way.”

Danny’s main problem lies with the ridiculous amount of paperwork though. It’s fine. Tedious. But fine.

But if he gets one more fifteen page essay style complaint form about some guy named Constantine, Danny might seriously reconsider donning Dan’s ruthlessness and offing the guy himself. Perhaps grab the man by his shoulders and shake him like a rag doll and ask who the fuck told him it was a good idea to sell his soul out like that? Danny eventually just sent out Skulker to hunt down the contracts and trade minor services for them. He owns most of the soul now, and perhaps he’ll hunt this guy down and force him to do paperwork.

Regardless, paperwork was just often tedious. He’s worked out a system for himself. The halfa, true to his teenage form, had better things to be doing. His homework, for one. Hanging out with his friends and logging in hours for Doomed 2 would be another. But no, he’s here, twirling a pen as he glared down at a stack of forms for a zone expansion. What the fuck does Zeus want to expand his zone for? The current share space of the sky domain is literally a perfect balance with respect towards the other gods. For the love of- Danny slams down a red ‘REJECTED’ stamp on top of the stack. His hair flickers wildly in annoyance, the iced over Crown floating above his head emitting concerning levels of frost. To anyone else but himself, of course.

He then feels a soft tug on his core.

Right. The third most annoying thing about becoming King: the fucking summoning. Danny taps his pen against his lips, clicking it against his fangs, as he considers the summoning circle that calls him. Huh. Desperation. Mildly bloody. Fear. Resignation- ah, fuck it, it’s not like he’s too enthusiastic about staying to do work with the Observers poking around. He takes the summoning, allowing his regalia to overtake his normal hazmat-clad form, and approves the summoning.

Oh hey, Danny thinks he recognizes that ugly ass trenchcoat.

—-

John Constantine has had more than enough practice summoning things that would give people nightmares. But there are things he normally refuses to touch, refuses to even entertain the idea of trying. As usual, desperation made John its bitch and the Justice League’s battered and bruised faces tugged on his shriveled heart.

He’s going to summon something from the Infinite Realms. Oh, but he wasn’t just summoning any old ghost. No, he thought, I’m just going to summon the one being that’s guaranteed to be able to crush our universe without breaking a sweat. Bollocks.

“Is it ready?”

“Untwist your pants, spooky,” John snaps, wishing he had a crate of whiskey he could down. “We’re trying to summon the Ghost King, not your average demon.”

“What do we know about him?” Batman’s gravelly voice demanded.

“Powerful enough to take us all out without even breaking a sweat. Defeated the bloody tyrant who ruled over the Realms last I heard.”

“That’s it?”

“You could ask Deadman, but I heard he’s on the outs with the Infinite Realms on the fact that he’s made of pure magic, not ectoplasm.”

“There’s no guarantee the king will work with us.” Zatanna says, pressing her fingertips together tiredly. She had been at the forefront of the battle and had paid the price for it. “But he’s supposedly more benevolent than his predecessor… and we’re out of options.”

“Hm.”

“Just make sure to shut up and let me do the talking.”

“Hn.”

John rolls his eyes and takes a fortifying breath, something that does not go unnoticed by the League. They all tense up, preparing themselves for a battle. Another one, seeing as they all got their ass kicked by a ghost only ten hours ago. The League is spread thin, running interference to distract the ghost in question and evacuating civilians.

John Constantine started chanting, the glow of his magic lighting up the circle as he spills his blood into the circle.

He waits, heart in his throat, for the summoning to work.

“Is it supposed to take-” Red Robin asks, only to cut himself off as the circle flares once more. Power pulsates outwards from the circle. Frost crackles on the frost resistant floors, spreading outwards as a green portal rips open the fabric of time and space. Long, spindly imitations of a hand grabs the edges of space and pulls, heaving the rest of his celestial body out of the tear in reality. John does not look away. He can not look away, not from the eerie green pallor of the King, not from his torrential white wisps of hair, not from the black-hole like material of his outfit, not from the nebulas and beginnings and endings tailored onto the King’s cape. John could not look away from the ice crown that floated like a bastion of power above the king’s head.

His mouth is dry. What price will he have to pay to save the world? What price will this being demand of him, of the Justice League, to save the world?

John desperately needs that drink.

—-

Oh! He’s in his home dimension! His core purrs at coming home, at the close proximity to his first haunt.

He was expecting cultists, or even the Winchesters again, but this is nice.

The Justice League- summoning him. Sam and Tucker are going to flip when they hear about this.

They’ve been staring at him in silence for a bit now. It was getting awkward.

“Why have you summoned me?” He asks, softening his tone. By their winces, he didn’t get it as well as he thought. Danny grimaces. At the first sign of discomfort though, the man in the trenchcoat- is that fucking Constantine?!- launches into a nerve filled tirade.

“Your, uh, Majesty.” He starts. “One of… One of your subjects is wreaking havoc on the world. We would be extremely grateful if… if you could reign him in?”

Danny’s face sours, only to quickly clear his expression as he realized how much even a small hint of displeasure causes the jumpiness in Constantine and the others.

“To do that, I will have to make a contract with you, seeing as you’ve summoned me.” Danny drawls, letting his overly long digits wave at the summoning circle in question. He could break it, of course, but Danny’s bored and trying to draw this out. He’s not saying he’d take a batch of cookies as payment but that’s exactly what he’s saying.

“The price… you could always have my soul?”

Danny pauses. “Your… soul?”

Oh, he did not say what he just said.

“Yes. My soul.”

Oh, he did.

Fuck it. Danny’s flashbacks of suffering through the reports pushes green into his irises and urgency to his action.

He breaks out of the circle, hands lunging and gripping Constantine’s jaw tightly. Danny ignores the shouts of alarm as he allows the thrown weapons to pass through him.

John Constantine is panicking now, struggling in the air as Danny lifts him an inch off the floor in agitation.

Good.

“Your soul, little wizard? The one you’ve split eight ways till the thirtieth of February? The one that caused,” he tightens his grip, no doubt bruising the man. “An insane amount of paperwork that I’ve had to suffer through. Your soul, John Constantine?”

Danny hisses his name. The man makes a warbling noise that Danny takes as acknowledgement. Danny bats away the weak spell Zatanna sends at him with a hand.

“You’ll find that I am in the possession of most of your soul contracts. To simply put,” he grins, teeth made of dying stars on display. “I own your soul. My soul, now.”

He drops the wizard who collapses onto his knees to stare up at him in horror, eyes flicking between the circle that was meant to contain him and Danny, who is very much not contained. He crouches down- something necessary but disjointed as he’s not used to this taller form- and speaks to Constantine in a slow, dead serious, drawl.

“If you ever sell your soul again, you and I are going to have issues. Is that clear, John Constantine?”

“Uh- yeah, yes, yes, your majesty.”

Patting his cheek condescendingly, Danny gets up and sighs, stress relieved. He’s starting to feel bad, though, so he allows his form to ripple back to his normal teenage Phantom self.

“Well, it’s not like anyone will buy it, since they know they’ll have to go against me.” He chirps, flipping 180 from his terror inducing eldritch voice. “So, what’ll you pay me to get rid of whatever ghost you’ve got?”

“…. Nothing?”

Red Robin holds out a bag, eyebags betraying his exhaustion. “I’ve got fifty dollars and a bag of cookies.”

Phantom beams at him. “Throw in a couple of autographs and you’ve got a deal.”

“That’s- yeah, okay.” Red Robin says, inching forward cautiously to hand him the bag.

“Great. I’ll be back for them later. You can call me Phantom. ‘Your Majesty’ gets annoying after a while.”

“Thank- thank you for your mercy, Your- Phantom.” Wonder Woman says.

“Sure. Make sure this idiot doesn’t make any more deals with demons while I’m out, yeah?”

With that, Danny Phantom grabs the bag of cookies and fifty dollars and flies through the wall to do his job.

John slams his head onto the space station floor.

“Fuck.”

—-

Danny: lol I’ll do it for the shits and giggles

Constantine and the League: he’s terrifying, a bastion of pure power and authority

Red Robin, Young “we commit war crimes bc it gets shit done” Justice leader and fellow gremlin: he’d probably do it for cookies. I would.

[i-have-homework-but-i-still-here]

We all need to agree that Damian is a smooth mf, his rizz enough to make grown womanizer blush

He is uncomfortable when trying, doesn't know where to put his hand or how to say Danny has pretty eyes

But he does the most charming moves when he's distracted

Like, bringing a snack that Danny loves even when he doesn't like it, protecting Danny from balls while playing even if Danny is stronger, saying without reason how beautiful Danny looks whenever he talks about the space and how he loves how his eyes shine when he's having fun kicking his enemies ass and just being so oblivious in love with Danny with 0 shame

A DeadSerious Prompt where a young Damian follows his mother's advice about finding his future 'Beloved' and is smitten with a TimeTraveling Ghost King (Prince) Danny when his grandfather summoned the eldritch being.

Damian, despite being young, will want no other to be by his side once he takes over the League. Especially since the King was able to strike fear in his grandfather for even just for a moment.

Danny, whose just started taking up his soon to be Kingly title and duties, at first freaked out when a kid who just got out of toddlerhood is offering marriage. Who wouldn't. And well while he didn't fully encourage it, he found it a little adorable and tried to nudge the kid away from said... err crush feelings?

He was a little sad to have to say goodbye to the kid when his month long stay with the al Ghul's (mostly to see if they're worthy to keep the Pits) he was pretty for sure he'd never run into the kid again and if he did who knows how old they'd actually be because again.. time travel.

So Danny now at the age of 16 really wasn't expecting to be basically be cornered on his first day at his new school at Gotham Academy by a 17 year old Damian Wayne who is leaning over him and says "Hello Beloved. Time has been kind to you it seems."

Danny's poor half-alive heart is currently dying from being cornered by an older Damian.

Let this crazy train wreck begin.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Alright so one of the DCxDP Aus:

It's vaugley inspired by another post I can't find where Amity jumps around the country and sometimes field trips turn into week long road trips. Only vague because I saw: Fentons make the school buses turn into alien invasion shelters and brain went burrrrrrrr.

Anyways, so Superman is fighting off against aliens who have kryptonite. He's trying his best but he's failing, he can't get up.

Meanwhile, a school bus full of kids are watching. Amity Park, after their own world nearly killed them all being led by the GIW who managed to convince everyone ghosts were evil, had displaced itself and now bounces around dimensions. Usually it stays for a week so it's safe enough for trips but this time it didn't. No big, Danny can sense a portal in a city called Gotham so they were on their way when BANG invasion.

Danny thinks it's fun and frankly so does everyone else but Lancer who is exhausted.

Then they see Superman being hurt and…

Danny’s Obsession is both Protection and Space. They know Superman is an alien. He is the Ghost King and the class has become his Fraid through time. They all feel the need to protect.

So they do.

Danny bursts out of the bus first as Phantom and starts blasting. Sam is next, vines erupting from the ground to grab and drag aliens away, one of which she drags to Tucker so he can steal their tech to start hacking. Paulina is out with teeth bared and breathing fire, scales appearing. Dash is using his enhanced strength as Kwan using his super speed. Other kids pour out fighting. Then Star shouts: “KRYPTONITE IS HARDENED ECTOPLASAM! WE CAN EAT IT!”

The kids start snatching and chowing down as other heroes arrive. There are no adverse affects so they let the kids have their fun as they help Superman stand up.

At the end of the invasion, Mr. Lancer (who had come out to with a Blastor in hand) sighed. ��Is there paperwork? We were trying to get to a portal in Gotham.”

Que: What?

Danny: “Yeah our home town we had to displace from our him dimension after they wanted to experiment on all of us. Amity pops up in a lot of universes and it's fun!”

Star: “Sometimes our field trips end with us finding the nearest portal though. Danny can find them.”

This just gets questions but like, Lancer is filling out paperwork and the teens are chatting with heroes happily so it ends up they just kind of roll with it.

The conversations are weird though.

Danny: “Ranking for this world?”

Sam: “Top ten. Not higher then Faerun.”

Tucker: “You just liked how you got involved in that one cult and helped summon a Nature God to murder a bunch of polluters.”

Sam: “And?”

Paulina: “I like that one world where everyone had some sort of power. That Midoriya kid was cute. To bad we got caught before we could sneak him on the bus.”

Lancer: “No kidnapping anyone to Amity!”

Tucker: “I liked the time we ended up on that one planet- Palaven? That was fun.”

Danny: “Yeah it was!”

The kids move on and Batman escorts them to Gotham. The portal turns out to be the Lazarus Pit (oh joy) and then life moves on.

Until a month later when Flash sees the kids at a Museum and learns Amity Park came back. The city begins hanging around more and we discoverAmith likes this dimension. It eventually settles near Gotham and Metropolis. Sometimes it vanishes but it always returns.

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Prompt #8

Okay I absolutely love the idea of pariah dark adopting Danny and I don’t see it quite often and I really like dead serious/Danny x Damien

After a bad Fenton parents revealed Danny escape to the ghost zone where he meets up with a very confused pariah dark who doesn’t understand why this baby ghost is acting hostile towards him and why the baby ghosts also injured so he asks and Danny is obviously confused on why pariah is acting so nice.

Danny then explains angrily to pariah about everything and based on the look on pariah’s face Danny can tell that something isn’t right and he finds out from clockwork that apparently the observance were being massive jerks and were manipulating pariah in order to get whatever the hell they wanted and of course pariah is furious with this because he was trying to make the realm a peaceful and happy place but he was being manipulated and controlled into being a tyrant and then imprisoned for it by the exact same people or beings that were controlling him.

pariah dark immediately then overthrows the observance stripping them all of their power and making them pay for what he did to everyone in the realm because technically it was their fault for controlling him. he then goes to Danny and tells him since he defeated him in combat he has the right to the throne but he is aware that Danny is too young, and will have him first  get a bit older before he becomes the next king at that point Danny Lets it  spilled that his parents are the ones who injured him and that they were still human and all of that and obviously pariah is not happy so he tries and succeeds in forming a bond with Danny essentially becoming Danny’s father.

And he also automatically takes Danny after forming the bond to the far frozen to get him checked out because there are severe injuries that  are definitely not okay, and obviously everyone from the far frozen is shocked to see Pariah dark holding Danny, but after he explains exactly what happened they let him see Danny again but by that point Danny had retracted into his core due to his injuries.

Pariah obviously being concerned because he is Danny’s new father figure would try his best to get his new son to reform but what he wasn’t expecting was for his new son to reform  into a toddler round about three years old.

After sorting all of that out pariah dark would then return to his castle and set everything up for his new son/Danny, and after setting everything up he would make an announcement to a very  terrified realm exposing the bad deeds of the observers and declaring Danny the high prince of the infinite realms the next to take the throne.

Pariah dark then spends two years taking care of Danny and fixing the realms

As soon as Danny turns five pariah dark decides to do something that he still thinks is normal because he’s so gosh damn old he doesn’t know that arranged marriages are out of style or not really done anymore but nonetheless he tries to find someone perfect to engage his half mortal son to, and he finds them , he comes across a natural portal of corrupted ectoplasm and learns that there is a group that literally treats this portal like it’s a gift from a higher being or something so he thinks these people might be liminal enough that if there is a child there to engage his son with they will be closer to what Danny is than anyone else.

So during the next ritual the group has he appears and tries to make a deal with the leader to engage his son with any child near Danny’s age and luckily there is a six-year-old boy named Damien.

ra’s al ghul  obviously not expecting a being to  come out of the pit is a bit wary on what he wants but when he hears that this creature is the literal king of the afterlife and that he is looking for a partner for his son he immediately jumps on giving him any one of his own children but when he learns that the being has a five-year-old and does not want his son to be engaged anyone too old for him ra’s then offers Damien since Damien is only six and this is like the best thing that could ever happen having his grandson betrothed to the next ruler of the afterlife is like the best thing that could ever happen to him, and pariah and ra’s end up agreeing to betroth Danny and Damien.

Damien being a child raised by the leag of assassins obviously takes it as a great honor to be the fiancé or whatever to the prince of the afterlife and sees himself as the perfect and only good option so he is going to fully commit to proving that he is the perfect option for the Prince of the afterlife.

And as they occasionally meet up and get to know each other and they both start getting feelings for each other, but they both are  kind of dense  so they don’t really realize it, Danny is the first to realize that he likes Damien after  Damien leaves to go live with his father, and is kind of sad that he can’t hang out with Damien anymore.

Damien on the other hand after spending a single year with his father realizes that he really really misses Daniel/Danny and then comes to the conclusion that he had actually gained feelings for his betrothed and is now upset that he can’t see Daniel/Danny anymore .

And like maybe a year or two or maybe even three later under some circumstances they meet up again and they literally won’t leave each other alone because they haven’t seen each other in so long.