#the ghost king crown should make a nice marshmallow griller

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@britcision your amazing tags have sparked me more Ideas

they absolutely would!!

Danny is not pleased. the spikes get so sticky afterwards and it's not like he can just wipe it off with some Kleenex.

But as long as they made s'mores for him to munch on he's not complaining. So much.

Crown of the Ghost King? Never heard of it. The Stove of Hell, however...

Breaking News: the GK Crown is now kitchenware.

I'm picturing the Fentons throwing a party or something, probably celebrating Jazz getting into uni. they invited lots of people, most came for the renowned Fudge, some came to see the party to crash itself; others (read: A-listers) came to crash the party.

Danny has been assigned the task to set up the snack table. He doesn't mind: it's for Jazz, and he gets to wisk some fudge while putting things out. Maddie had brought out a whole sack of camping marshmallows for him to deal with, and would you please go check if the fireplace is still working, Danny?

Danny dutifully went to see what's going on in the Fenton's fireplace.

short answer: It didn't work.

Long answer: when he turned on the fireplace (it's one of those electric ones) green flames flickered on, then off, along with a cloud of ashes that made him sneeze. Hard. With a ghost fueled breath, the entire thing combusted and made itself a nice little potal. Which proceeded to suck itself in, leaving a hole in the wall behind. Cool.

Not cool.

"Fenton" and "Electric" and "Fire" and "On Button" never mixed well together. Danny should have saw that coming.

Well, the fireplace was gone. What replacements did they have? Danny mentally went down the list. He didn't trust the Fenton Griller; it had eaten all their food last time they had a backyard grill. With similar reasons, the Fenton Stove is a no-go. Maybe the Fenton Flame Thrower...?

Nah. Too risky.

The bag of marshmallows sagged sadly under his loosened grip. The party will be starting in an hour, how was he supposed to get the marshmallows set up? Their s'mores came a close second to the Fudge.

"Hey dude, your mom's asking if you got any meetings with CW scheduled tomorrow. Said she needs hands to clean up 'the dumpster fire this house will surely become'."

Tucker.

"I'm free tomorrow," Danny said, tearing his eyes away from the sad marshmallows. "CW stated as long as I got 5 hours of sleep per night this month, I'm free of any pre-king trainings until December. "

Which he was trying very hard to achieve. He was on his 1 week strike of Acceptable Sleep Time For A Half-Dead Boy. Jazz had been jazzed when he informed her of his accomplishment.

"I don't fancy a King-Stuff-related meeting anytime soon, thank you very much. CW insisted I have them in my ghost king get-up, and I can't see a thing half of the time with that big, stupid piece of..."

He paused.

"Of...?" prompted Tucker.

"... metal. Around my neck."

Tuck did the kind of snort-laugh only he could do.

"Ahhhh, yes, The Magnificent Cone Of Shame-"

Danny threw a marshmallow at him. Traiter.

It was that exact moment, that something, something sparked in Danny's head.

An Idea. A solution.

He turned to Tucker, eyes going to the yeeted-marshmallow he caught and was now munching on without a care in the world. Back to Tucker.

A mischievous smirk spreaded across his face.

"Forget the Cone of Shame- if you laugh again I'm keeping all the fudge from you- it's the Griller of Hell now."

A few seconds passed, and there was the identical grin blooming on his best friend's, marshmallow-stuffed, face.

That evening, on the Fenton's snack table:

Bonus: the Cone of Shame, featuring LBM

DPxDC Prompt where Danny gets ghost king summoned by the JL, but it’s one of those “crown too big for he gotdamn head” situations, and not in a way that looks cool.

It’s just completely obscuring his face, sat on his shoulders with tufts of white hair poking out. 

Danny’s only glad they can’t see him blushing (and that he can hide the damn thing when he’s not actively forced to reveal the artifacts by, say, a fucking summoning).