#Danny is not the Ghost King but he’s still scary powerful

[dragonofthedepths]

Do Onto Others 6.2.23

DP x DC. Danny Phantom, Clockwork, Wonder Woman. Clockwork is Kronos.

There was, very suddenly, a distinct presence in the Watchtower, filling the air with an overwhelming sense of power and death-

"Hello granddaughter."

-and everyone jumped.

A large glowing humanoid figure in a purple cloak was standing where there hadn't been anyone before, staring directly at Wonder Woman. He lifted up a smaller figure, a brightly glowing teen in a hazmat suit, by the back of the neck like a cat.

"His will is currently bound to mine through an ancient spell, and it would better if we were not around eachother while I work on breaking it." He set the boy down. "Watch him for a while."

the larger figure vanished into thin air.

Only half the presence disappeared.

The teen grinned up at them from the ground. "Hi!"

The Observants bound Clockwork to their will long ago, manipulating his Obsession to align with their nature and casting a powerful loyalty spell. They could not bind Danny the same way, but they could force Clockwork to do so. There was a distinct short-sightedness to this daisy-chain line of thinking though, especially given that Danny’s Obsession is protecting people.

His loyalty was to Clockwork, not them, and he thought his mentor would be a lot better off without the Observants hanging over him. It didn't take him very long at all break Clockwork free.

Now Clockwork just needs a bit of time to return the favor (and blow up the Observants).

So he drops Danny off with Diana for babysitting. 

Day (616/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project 6th of Feb

[dcxdpdabbles]

The ballad of Jane doe has me in a choke hold. The lyrics really feel to me and I had an idea of an alternative universe where Jason as Robin and beheaded by Joker as a way to avoid irl identification? Idk he’s insane. 

But the lyrics that really spoke to me were: Oh Saint Peter, let me in!

You must know where I've been

Won't you tell me at last who I am? 

(This can be either Jason revived and never getting his memories back and asking maybe maybe Danny someone who is kinda his minder who he is but Danny never knew him so he can’t say or Batman in a desperate but frustrated way when he’s all vigilante and stuff while fight and takes off his helmet for dramatic effect and maybe Jason never aged and still 15 or he just doesn’t have a head so Danny made one of ecto that is supposed to look like him) 

And I'm asking "why, lord?"

If this is how I die, lord

Why be left with no family

And no friends? 

(Jason never having his memories cries out for any information but maybe someone is blocking his search or some other factor, Jason not having any memories mourns the thought of family and maybe in a fight he’s yelling angrily about the unfairness of his situation and having no one, maybe even a vent to Danny if slimmed him spinned right) 

I’ve got no celebration

Just this consolation

Time eats all his children

In the end 

(Jason not remembering his funeral and his only consolation is his missing head or a scar on his neck from the beheading and this can also relate to clockwork and you know the Kronos correlation, how time has no favorites and everyone will be forgotten just like him in the end of their days wether it be their death or the last time their name is said) 

A melody floats through the air

When silence falls, does no one care? 

(frustration of no one telling him who he is and and maybe there will be a fight scene where he takes off his helmet and asks if anyone- anything cares about his existence in front of Bruce or the batfam) 

how Danny plays into his either this is alternate Jason and Danny being one person and Danny being in an accident which kills him half not and half did or Danny is dead Jason’s minder and they get teleported to another universe where canon is idk :)

I'm not going to lie. This song goes hard for Headless Jason.

I like what you wrote about this being Danny as his alt! Jason, but I also like the idea that Jason's family are descendants of the original Dullahan. He just didn't know it since he didn't know his bio mom.

Anyway, the family gets one extra life, which his bio-mom used up before, and that's why she died in the explosion that took Jason's first life. He wanders Gotham the first year as a zombie because he doesn't have his head until Danny finds it and helps reunite him.

But that year, Jason forgot who he was, and he was filled with nothing but questions and anger. Danny decided to be the bridge between worlds and stuck around to help him. Instead of Jason ending up with the League of Shadows, he is in Ghost King Phantom's court and is living in a small house on the outskirts of Gotham, trying to learn his new ghost powers.

Danny is super excited since this is the closest he's gotten to another Halfa since Vlad, and yeah, it's a little scary that they can't get his head to stick on his body since they've been apart for too long, but Danny is working on it.

In the meantime, they have Jason wear a red Biker helmet that he never takes off. Nothing can go wrong with that! The fact that Joker used to do the same thing as Red Hood meant nothing to Danny and his roommate, who enjoyed gardening, cooking dinner, and sitting together to watch a movie!

The occasional cuddle here and there! Slight domestic bliss sprinkled in!

No, Jazz, that isn't his undead boyfriend. That's just his roommate! So what if they are the same age? Danny is technically hiding from his parents, so he never ventures too far from his property!

Jason likes being in the boonies with him just fine.

[stealingyourbones]

My God that is the best description of him ever. His armor is 100% to big and his sword is to long at he's at the age where he has started getting voice cracks. My lord- what if instead of the bat kids it's it's JL that summons him because they need magical help with something. They are expecting the big and scary Phara Dark but no. It's this scrawny kid who says, "oh yeah there was a change in management a few months ago. I beat him in single combat because he was threatening to destroy my home-" He pushes up the crown that feel in his eyes, "and by right of conquest I am the new Ghost King. Well, I will be in a few years. CW says I can't fully take the thrown until I turn 18. Anyways why am-" pushes crown up, "I here?"

Aaaa that's too cute. Danny is just very confused and almost every single JL member unanimously agrees that they are going to protect this kid at all costs.

One of the good things about the oversized clothing is that it makes people underestimate Danny when he still is extremely fucking powerful. Like a bunch of parademons attack earth and Danny just stands, his cloak now floating in a nonexistent wind, his eyes turning fully green, whites and all, and his eyes glowing with a green aura so bright that it's almost blinding. He gently cups his hands around his mouth and whispers "begone" Black Bolt style. The responding soundwaves tear the parademons into shreds.

Yeah the JLA doesn't underestimate him after that.

Pt 1, Pt 2,...

[rainybyday]

You never know what you have until it’s gone. 

The first thing that Danny lost was his life.

He lost his mortal fully living body to a mixture of rotten flesh and flowing veins. He was a Schrödinger cat, a boy that defies all that lives and all that are buried. He’s a freak, an entity, a god, and a boy. 

He was is a boy that lost his life to his own childish ideas he lost his life to his parents creation.

The second thing he lost was a normal life. 

When listed down, it would seem like the expected habits of a teenager going astray. He wasn’t at home as much; he skips classes and sometimes days' worth of school. He would go missing for hours, he would be seen at the oddest of places, he was skittish, and tried. He had eye bags dark as the night, hunched over shoulders, lose clothing to hide away in, and closed off from the world. 

At best, he was rebelling, at worse, he was being hurt abused. 

But the real reason for missing classes was because he felt the responsibility-fear-sorry-my-fault-need-help-clean- responsibility that was his fault for opening the portal, hence, he had to go fight all the ghost that cross the portal. 

He had to submit himself to sharp ragged teeth, decomposing corpses, hell fire, trapped enclosed prisons, nightmares and fears. He submits himself to having his body thrown miles away, the burning of a ray on his back, betrayal and emotional manipulation. He had to face voids, monster, sins, and desires where his powers are more of that of the unknown rather than a blessing. He faces the dangers what we once thought were stories as a child.

He still is a child.

So, he would always get up once a ghost shows up, he would always take them back to their home, he would always sacrifice his wellbeing for the mess he made. He will give up his education, his future and himself to ensure his mistakes won’t hurt anyone. 

But he’s just a child

Being pushed by Dash felt normal now deserved, being isolated by the school was calming so cold, look at the disappointment of his teachers' eyes was just a minor convenience his hard work was all for nothing.  

Amity Park was not small, but it was small enough that everyone has seen and knows of you in this town. 

So, he walks through alleyways to avoid all the eyes trailing after him. 

Both the light and the dark are scary. 

The third thing he lost was he safety. 

Or maybe it was those that he loved. 

No... he didn’t lose their love, they still live him!

His parents don’t hate phantom as much as they are curious about him. Curious to capture, curious to study, curious to open his insides and watch him wither in pain. 

His parents love him.

But they hate Phantom. They want him.

They always tell him so.

Only when they see him, only when he forces their attention on him, only when they lift their heads from their research. 

His parents love him, they would do anything for him. 

They told him so.

The fourth thing he lost was his childhood.

If to be corrected, he lost that a long time ago. He just opened his eyes. 

He lost his freedom to dream of his future when it was already decided. 

His lost his freedom to smile so easily when he was the reason others are endangered. 

He lost the ability to be ignorant and naive. 

He lost a life he could have had.

He lost so much.

Yet he gained so little. 

No... the correct wording is that he was able to keep to little.

He was able to keep his friends and maybe a new one. He was able to keep a roof over his head a place with his own nightmares is in the basement. He was able to keep Jazz and the image of his parents. He was able to keep his secret. 

Until he couldn’t. 

(Oh Time, they sighed, why oh why must that be so?)

(Because, Time said, that is how the story goes.)

(This is the story of how a King can still be a boy)

[There will be a time where one must lose to gain so much more.]

[There will be a time where you have to let go of the poison of your life to be cured once more.]

[Once upon a time a boy was killed to be something else.]

[There was a time the boy-not-a-boy-but-is-a-boy must face the wrongs of his-it’s-their-his life-dead-life-dead-life-time.]

[Here is the time the boy-boy-boy-oh-so-small-boy would lose the family he once had by betrayal and crushing hope.]

[Then there will be a boy who would lose his hope]

[The boy is cold.]

[Until a hand just as scar-hurt-pain-suffering-want-warm-love-mine would reach out for his and the boy would grab on to the hand in hope.]

There is a father of many and oh so empty.

There is a boy cut oh so deep and alone.

And Time asked sister Fate to let them cross just once.

But Fate smiled and said that it was already meant to be.

So this is a story that begins in lost and pain. 

But it ends with a father who wanted to protect and a boy who wanted to heal.

Bruce Wayne would stop to buy a small item, nothing that deems importance of this story any longer, as he turned to peek of an alleyway that was supposed to be empty. 

Danny Fenton would rest his tired body and mind for a chance of peace, a peace so fragile and small that the smallest of words would break his heart and closed his eyes to drift away.

But their stories already have intertwined with one another the moment their eyes met. 

They didn’t know it, but the entity that was responsible for their meeting laugh, a sound of old church bells, forest winds, and rumbling thunder. 

Gotham could only watch as another bond was formed.   

[ashboy-3]

Boosting a Grade

Written for Dannymay day 6 Prompt: Eclipse Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Lancer, Ghost Words: 1921 Summary: it's a rare eclipse happening and Lancer is willing to give those who show up to the event a bump on their letter grade, but Danny prince of the Ghost Zone has to attend a formal event for the eclipse, and now his powers are messing up!

“Alright class as you are all aware the eclipse is happening this month. Since we want all of our students to experience this the school will be putting on a late-night after-school event. Everyone is welcome to come and watch the eclipse together. We will be providing glasses. If you have any questions please ask,” Lancer talked as he read from the paper, handing them out to each of his 11th-grade students.

“Is attendance mandatory?” Tucker Foley asked.

“While attendance is not mandatory for those of you who wish to gain some extra credit I am willing to bring up your grade by one whole letter grade if you attend the event and write a small one-page report about it,” Lancer responded, seeing the trio’s heads pop up.

Lancer isn’t exactly known for doing things like this, but he can see how hard the trio is trying to help Danny get his grades up. They have been better the recent years but are still a far cry from the straight-A student that he use to be.

Seeing the class descend into loud mumbles he clapped his hands to quiet them down to continue his lesson on the Scarlet Letter.

“Danny you have to go! This is a good opportunity!” Sam told him at lunch.

“But I have to be in the Ghost Zone! It’s an official thing,” Danny groaned.

“You could talk to Clockwork, and see what he has to say?” Tucker suggested.

“Yeah I’ll go there after school,” Danny agreed when he suddenly sneezed. His friends were now giving him weird looks. “What? It was just a sneeze?” Danny asked them, shrugging.

“Dude you got the scary eyes out,” Tucker taped his own eye to make a point, completely forgetting he had glasses on.

Quickly blinking rapidly Danny rubbed his eyes in the hope to get them back to normal.

“They're still green,” Sam told him as Danny let out a curse.

“Guess I’m skipping the second half of school. Cover for me?”

“Always,” the two friends responded with a smile as Danny disappeared in thin air, leaving the two to their lunch.

“So what’s happening? My eyes are green in human form but blue in ghost. That makes no sense,” Danny paced around his mentor’s tower.

“Relax it is nothing that can be solved. It is the power of the eclipse. This is why we have the Solar event coming up that I asked you to be present for. As our soon-to-be king, it is only right that you speak on behalf of the new era,” Clockwork informed him.

“A new era? Clockwork eclipses happen all the time. . .don’t tell me this is some special eclipse?” Danny groaned.

“You would be right. This is a total solar eclipse. The smaller ones that happen throughout the years only have a small effect on us ghosts, so small that one doesn’t even notice it. But for us ghosts to have a total solar eclipse while in the process of getting a new king is a sign of a new era. I for one think that it will be an era of prosperity,” Clockwork smiled at him.

“But I need to be at school during it! Lancer said he will bump up my grade by a whole letter! I could go from a C to a B in his class,” Danny panicked.

“Is there, not a way to be excused from the event and still get the grade? Clockwork asked.

“Maybe if Jazz helps me?” Danny thought as a plan formed in his head. “Okay I can probably get out of the event and still get the letter grade but we have to figure out how to get my eyes under control,” Danny told him.

“Here this will hold but the more you use your powers the weaker the effect will be,” Clockwork waved his hands and Danny felt a shiver through his spine. “I have added an extra boost to help you get home. The effect will last till the eclipse.”

“Thanks, CW,” Danny grinned, getting ready to fly home.

“Remember young prince. This is only a camouflage spell. If you do something inhuman it will still be noticed,” Clockwork formed him as Danny nodded in understanding. 

“I should be back on Friday! Send me a message if you need me before then,” Danny waved by, easily flying back.

“Hey Jazz,” Danny said into his phone.

“Hey, Danny. Did you need something?” she asked.

“If you’re not busy could you fake a note from mom and Dad? Tell the school that I will be viewing the eclipse but my parents want me to do it from a ghost perspective. I have an event in the GZ that I can’t miss but Lancer offered to bump us up a whole letter grade if we need it,” Danny asked her.

“I’ll have it sent to Tucker’s email in thirty minutes. If you need anything just let me know,” she smiled into the phone.

“Thanks, Jazz!” Danny smiled. His sister really was always there for him, even hundreds of miles away at college.

It was forty minutes later that Danny got another call on his phone.

“Hey dude.”

“Hey yourself. Jazz just sent me the file. I have it printed and ready for Lancer’s class tomorrow. Good thinking,” Danny could sense Tucker’s smrik through the phone.

“Yep well if Lancer calls my parents they’ll agree on the spot. I can get Jazz here day of if need be to distract them,” Danny shrugged.

“So did you get your eye problem fixed?’

“Yeah, clockwork did something. It’ll fade by Friday but it’ll fade faster if use my power. It’s some kind of camouflage thing,” Danny shrugged.

“Ight well let’s hope this week goes off without a hitch.”

“I have a feeling it’s going to be quiet,” Danny observed.

True to Danny’s words the week was quiet, when questioned by his friends he shrugged and said the eclipse messes with the ghost. Lancer luckily accepted the letter with no problem and agreed to let Danny write his report on the effect of ghosts and the eclipse.

Friday came too soon and the school year ended.

“Let me know how the school event goes,” Danny waved to his friends.

“Let us know how the GZ event goes!” Sam and Tucker waved by as the three went their separate ways.

Just as Danny returned home he could feel the effects wear off and quickly changed into his ghost form, flying to Phantom’s keep.

“Glad to see you made it Prince,” Dora greeted him.

“Dora you don’t have to call me Prince. Danny is fine,” the half-ghost rolled his eyes as she swatted his arm playfully.

“It is a sign of respect. You are the future king. You should really start acting more like it,” Dora laughed at his groaning.

“He could always start by fixing his posture,” Pandora agreed, entering the room.

“Look I’m standing up straight. Happy?” Danny asked, sass full on in his voice.

“Do not sass the ones who are trying to help you. I do not care to imagine the horror Clockwork has to deal with mentoring you,” she rolled her eyes, a smile never leaving her face.

“Oh it is quite troublesome, but I feel like it is well needed. Daniel is an excellent student,” Clockwork smiled as he floated into the room. “Are you ready to give your speech?” 

“I’ve been working on it all week,” Danny assured him, a look of determination on his face.

“We will be in the wings watching. Good luck young sire,” Dora gave a small bow, the others following her lead.

“Not going with them?”

“I am your advisor. I feel it’s best to advise you when I am close by,” Clockwork answered, changing into an old man.

“Thanks, Clockwork. Really,” Danny smiled as the two walked out on stage to see many ghosts ready to celebrate.

“Now announcing Prince Phantom and his royal advisor the Master of Time, ClockWork!” Fright Knight shouted as the two walked out.

“Welcome everyone! We stand on the cusp of a new era. Our civilization, like many before us, has reached a turning point. We have accomplished great things, and yet we know that there is so much more to achieve. As we look to the future, we must ask ourselves: what kind of society do we want to build? What kind of legacy do we want to leave for future generations?

The challenges we face are great, but we are not alone in this endeavor. Our civilization has always been defined by our ability to come together and work towards a common goal. And as we enter this new era, we will need to harness that same spirit of cooperation and collaboration to face the challenges ahead.

One of the key challenges we face is the need to create a more sustainable society. We know that our current way of life is not sustainable in the long term. We must find ways to come together. Stop the senseless violence between communities.

We must also strive to create a more just and equitable society. We cannot continue to allow inequality to persist in our civilization. We must work to dismantle systems of oppression and create a society where everyone has access to the same opportunities, regardless of their background or circumstances.

But above all, as we enter this new era, we must never forget the history that has made us thus far. We must remember that we are not the horrible creatures others tell us that we are. We are powerful, but that does not mean that we have to go down to their level. Entering in this new Era I will protect you and guide you if you choose to have me.

In the end, the success of our civilization will not be measured by our achievements, our fear, or our wealth, but by the impact that we have on the world around us. Let us work together to build a society that we can be proud of, one that reflects the best of our potential. Thank you,” Danny bowed to the crowd as everyone was silenced. Then with a proud smirk, Clockwork raised his staff.

“To Prince Phantom!”

“Prince Phantome!!!” Screams cries, and cheers, came from the ghost as Danny exited and they could see Frostbite walk on stage.

“Now let us celebrate!” The yeti declared as it sounded like a riot was going off.

“That was excellent!” Dora greeted him, pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks I wasn’t really sure about the speech, but it made them happy,” Danny gestured towards the outside.

“Of course. Most of the ghosts never leave the zone and get stuck between battles with more powerful ghosts. You are promising them a place where they will be safe. Compared to the last ruler and what happened when we didn’t have one you are very much needed,” Pandora explained.

“I’m glad you all liked it! Now I was told there was a party?” Danny smiled.

“This way. Your subjects will be happy to have you join them,” Frostbite led the way.

Monday found Danny handing in his essay to Lancer, much longer than the required one page, but it was well worth it to see the look on Lancer’s face. It also made Danny happy that he could return back to his normal freaky powers. Of course, the surge of feeling powerful didn’t really leave him, but a part of him wasn’t bothered.

[inthememetime]

What if Danny separated himself from his alter egos in a way like in Moon Knight; Danny is the Core and Original personality out of the trio, next is Phantom who is the second personality, and finally the Ghost King is the third personality.

Like imagine Danny having entire conversations with the two personalities, Jazz is concerned.

That's an interesting idea!

I'm currently working on something similar, but physical rather than mental.

Danny Fenton is human- albeit with a few differences.

Phantom (the hero) is supposed to be palatable and feel safe to humans. So, as he ages, the 'Phantom' body ages, becoming a man in a hazmat suit instead of a boy. Just like now, he's still got recognizably humanoid features that are just inhuman enough to avoid crossing into uncanny valley, but his expressions can be read. He sounds cheerful, fun, or brave, depending on the situation. Sometimes he even sounds serious and angry, though it's difficult to pick up on.

But maintaining that takes work. Phantom the hero is a nice, friendly guy. Phantom the ghost, however, develops into a proper eldritch abomination. Four arms, courtesy of Pandora. Horns, claws, and a mane courtesy of Frostbite. Permanent spectral tail courtesy of Clockwork.

Phantom the ghost- something humans only see when shit gets real- sounds like static, and the roar of stars, and has Dan's dead-cold deep voice (*I'll post my hc on ghost voices later). It's hard to comprehend him unless you come ready with noise filters.

His form, too, changes- whether he plans on it doing that or not, no one can tell. Sometimes it's solid black but for his mane, claws, horns, eyes, and the massive maw that makes up his mouth. Sometimes stars and constellations are on him- that means he's in a good mood. If it's nothing but static, it's time to really run.

He's mostly tail. It sometimes looks like a normal ghost tail; it frequently does not. When it curls, sometimes it looks like pieces melt into others, or break off only to dissapear or mesh with something else seconds later. (**I have another hc about the scariness levels of ghosts and the power levels.)

Phantom the hero doesn't make noise unless he's talking or fighting- or occasionally purring. Phantom the ghost, however, constantly sounds like the buzz of an old tv turned to a static channel combined with a rumbling storm.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Dark Oddities

by SpookyDeadBitch 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   or   Daniel 'Danny' James Fenton, Danny Phantom, King Phantom, Ancient of Space All four make up the ghost boy. A boy who became a half-ghost and soon became King at 14. It's been over a thousand years since the young teen became a ghost and the High King of the Infinite Realms. His family are long dead but rules alongside him and Amity Park now resides in the Ghost Zone. So many things have changed. Good and Bad. However, while Danny is the King of Ghosts, he is still half-human. Even after a thousand years, The King hasn't had a break. It was time for the beloved King to have a vacation. Rather hesitant to leave, Danny with the help of Tucker and Clockworks, Danny Fenton became Daniel Nightingale founder and CEO of Nightingale Corporations located in Gotham City. That's right Danny is taking a vacation in The DC universe. Why? He has no idea, all he got was a creepy smile from CW and was kicked through a portal. Oh well, The Ghost King hopes this vacation goes well... Famous last words. Words: 6224, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), Justice League Dark (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray, Dan Phantom, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Maddie Fenton, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Ancients (Danny Phantom), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Justice League (DCU), Justice League Dark Members, Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Danny Fenton/Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Valerie Gray & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Justice League (DCU), Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dan Phantom, Danny Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Damian Wayne/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Ghost King Danny Fenton, Tall Danny Fenton, Dan Phantom Redemption, Danielle "Dani" Phantom is Called Ellie, Plant Royalty Sam Manson | Undergrowth Gives Sam Manson Plant Powers, Pharaoh Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray as Red Huntress, Top Danny Fenton, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Ghost Royalty Jazz Fenton, Ghost Royalty Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jack and Maddie Fenton Accept Danny Fenton, Good Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Eldritch Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton Has an Ice Ghost Core, Danny Fenton Has a Space Ghost Core, Ancient of Space Danny Fenton, Adoption, Cryptid Danny Fenton, Triplets, Danny Fenton and Danielle "Dani" Phantom are Siblings, Scary Danny Fenton, Multiverse, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Multiple Crossovers via https://ift.tt/wSFAcOv

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

The Lazarus Pit Quarters

Danny Phantom, still a teenager, getting trained to be kind of the ghost zone gradually over his high school career. more and more frequently being called to handle problems in the zone that he’d be expected to handle once he’s fully king

Danny Phantom having to go around the zone finding natural portals and close them for the health of the zone. some of them are very old, some just randomly close on their own. either way he has to keep his eye out for them because they tend to cause problems for everyone.

Danny finding one and stepping through it to find what’s on the other side and check the damage only to come out through a thick congealed corrupted mess of ectoplasm that had gathered on the surface of this portal because it’s been there for so long.

Danny being disgusted and phasing the ectoplasm off, looking to all the world as though a paranormal creature had just been birthed from the ectoplasm, glowing and more powerful than any who had emerged from the pit before, startling and scaring the league of assassins that are present.

the league immediately trying to kill Danny because they don’t recognize him and no unknown has come out of the pit before, especially one that seems more dead than alive.

Danny phasing through the attacks, having long come to expect to be attacked by humans when he’s fully ghost. their attacks aren’t with anti ghost weapons so he’s fine to go back to what he was doing and check the damage.

this causing mild panic and furious further attempts on his life while he basically brushes them off and closes the portal because something that disgusting does not need to be open any longer. he might be stable and powerful enough not to be effected by the goo, but other unsuspecting ghosts probably aren’t

the present league members fully panicking and furious because he just destroyed one of their greatest sources of power.

Danny panicking slightly as he realizes that he was on the wrong side of the portal when he closed it and he can no longer get home.

Danny noticing his ghost sense when off, and after some amount of confusion and arguing and murder attempts figuring out Gul’s whole deal of dumping people in the corupted portal and making incomplete halfas. zombies..quarter ghosts. quarters. 

Danny calling anyone brought back from the Lazarus pit a quarter because he finds it funny. no one else finds it funny.

Danny deciding to hunt down all the quarters and clear up the corruption and advise them on the ghost stuff, while he figures out a way to get home. recognizing the only way is to figure out how to create his own portals, something he’s only experimented with before, or for someone to come and get him

Danny bugging various league of assassin members, and revealing to them 1. he’s not that scary despite being an untouchable ‘demonic’ being. 2. if he comes for you he drains the Lazarus rage out of you and teaches you powers you until then didn’t know you had.

the league coming to be possessive of Danny, and basically manipulating him into making them more powerful. because having this powerful being on their side can only be a good thing.

Danny ending up learning assassin skills as a trade off, but makes it clear early on that he’s anti- murder so the league are very carefully keeping the fact that they’re all killers from him. (yes they did immediately attack him but people usually do that. Danny has no standards)

Damian being high key terrified of the demonic creature that came out of the Lazarus pit, and was already set into hiding with Bruce before the league figured out they like Danny.

Danny eventually figuring out the league is villains and taking off, but still keeping his eyes out for quarters while working on his portal making patterns.

Danny eventually finding Jason and clearing his Lazarus rage and offering to help with the ghost powers but also no murder. Jason actually agreeing to this because he already has standards and can hold off till the kid leaves

Jason and Danny developing a weird friendship, to the point where Danny is cool being a human around him.and living in his apartment and stealing Jason’s cereal. Jason mellowing out without the pit rage, though he’s still obviously traumatized and angry. showing ptsd symptoms

Jason high key being protective of this kid because Danny did him a favor and is also batman’s type. doing his best to prevent Danny from becoming a robin. Danny is not interested in the tights, thank you very much

Danny still getting pulled into vigilantism, partly because crime follows Jason around, partly because the league want danny back

Danny meeting the rest of the bats. Damian is still afraid of Danny and hates that he’s scared and it’s a whole thing. everyone but mainly Tim and Bruce are concerned that Danny has no paper trail. until he came out of the portal he didn’t exist. he acknowledges he’s from a different dimension. doesn’t mean they’re happy to have no background on him

Bruce is also not thrilled about Danny bringing super powers into his town. Jason being defensive and also having superpowers becomes a things. jokes that Jason has adopted Danny also are made. but they’re actually pretty close in age at this point.

Dick and Danny just making puns at each other as often as possible. they’re best friends. everyone else hates this and conspires to keep them apart

Alfred feeding Danny when ever possible because Danny let slip that he didn’t get regular meals at home. he’s already adopted this child. Bruce needs to catch up. Danny also really likes Alfred and thinks he’s cool, ends up good friends with him.

eventually the league does catch up and a big fight happens. danny and the bats fight them off, but danny finally masters making portals and decides to head home. goodbyes are had and it’s also a whole thing.

he’ll probably be back, has to keep an eye on his quarters after all

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Supernatural!MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: I wanted to do some more traditional monster/victim stuff so here we go! Okay so Bowzer isn't exactly traditional but he's serving as the sorta dragon-type. Let me have Bowzer. Sort of fairytale/black and white movie feels hopefully.

Basically- MONSTERS.

Bowser x reader || Monstrous Captor ||- Your Prince Charming is on his way- but maybe the way the monster gets your heart beating, and the size of his hands; the total non-humanness of the thing, and the honest way he talks to you... will get to you first.

Ghost!The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn x reader || A Ghost ||- You work at what used to be, the Hellshire Penitentiary, which is now a hotel rather then a prison. Not all of the place is used, and what isn't is creepy as hell and rumoured to be haunted because of its terrible history, but these abandoned depths are exactly where the laundry room is. And you are in charge of laundry... which leaves you plenty of time, with the mysterious ghost you know i truly real, and who sometimes reveals himself to you; Caleb Quinn.

Duke (The Night) x reader || A Vampire ||- You've always wanted more then this plain, typical life that's been set out for you by the universe. And he's offering you so, so much more... but you know just as much will be taken away if you accept. Still, its getting harder and harder to hold out.

Hades x reader || The King of the Underworld ||- Some people get proposed to by men with dowries, and flowers, and a nice townhouse. Some people say yes the first time. Some people's suitors stop asking after they say no. In none of these ways are you some people.

Inkubus x reader || An Incubi Demon ||- You meet a mysterious fellow on your walk home from work, late at night. And he says all the right things.

*PLATONIC Seedeater x reader || A Wild Beast ||- You're out camping one night with an insufferable man, who you refuse to even consider as a suitor though your family desperately want you to, when a wild beats tears into your camp ground and an interference from you causes your suitors bullet to miss- and the monster to kill him, instead.

Ursula x reader || A Sea Witch ||- You make a deal with the devil, and now you belong to her.

Warnings: Monster loving (Perhaps some monster fucking... later... ). Kissing. And Duke must drink your blood a lil. Just a tad. A LIL. A sIP.

Song recommendations: Just A Little Peck (I Kissed A Vampire), Twisted Teeth (35MM), Enchanted Ballroom (Derek Fiechter), any part of Danny Elfman's Alice In Wonderland Soundtrack, Queen Of The Damned (Richard Gibbs)

Bowzer || Monstrous Captor ||

"Let me out! Let me- Edward will come." You assure your captor, a tone in your voice that is demanding and proud- just as royal as your ancestors had been. His glowing golden eyes grin at you from the darkness beyond the bars you're locked behind- they force you to feel their stare. They demand that you know, he's looking.

Nevertheless!- "He's going to come save me, and when he arrives he's going to slice your head off!"

"Hm," The monsters deep voice reverberates throughout the room, ricocheting off the stone walls as he turns and heads for the door. "Graphic language for a young royal. You've haven't been here an hour yet and you talk like that? Heh, you'll fit in perfectly."

You gasp, outraged and scowling as your fingers encircle the cold metal bars- tightly. "Go to hell."

"Ohhh, scary." He rolls his eyes, opening the tower door and slipping through it. His parting words, though, seem to hang in the air even after his heavy, stomping footsteps disappear down the stairs.

"Aren't we already there, sweetheart?"

~

He came back hours later when the sky is a deep blue, and the stars are out and you have an oddly lovely, calming view from your tower prison, with dinner- some blue sludge and chunk of bread. The monster slides it under the bars of your human-sized cage

That calm feeling from looking at the sky disappears the moment he looks at you; Replaced by a powerful, aching feeling all over your body.

Bowser's voice is akin to massive, heavy tires carrying a dense load slowly over the ground. That crumble and growl of slowly crunching stones under rubber.

He also sounds amused. "Sorry, your highness. But you'll get better to eat once you start behaving yourself; Actin' like the consort for me that you're going to be- for now, though, chow down. That's the best you're going to get from us."

"Consort for you?" Your head swims, but your eyes narrow like you're stable, and not shocked. He wants you be to what now!?- The corners of his strong mouth lift up an evil grin. "Like hell."

His face twists up in a mischievous grin, now, reminding you of what he had said earlier.

This is hell as far as you're concerned... as far as he knows.

As it should, be...

You press your lips tightly together and kneel down to your food, not quite sure what to say. What is there? There's no point! All you can do, is wait for Edward to come. He's probably close, just trying to get into the castle... figuring out where you are... As you tear off some bread and eat it, you find a little spark of dread blossoming in the pit of your stomach at the thought.

Despite being locked up, the last couple hours here have been peaceful, to be entirely truthful. Not that you don't want to leave this cell, but... at least nothing has been expected of you. Nothing except for you to be you, in your rawness. Just sit, and be alive, and be the person some people call Y/N.

You haven't been expected to talk like you know what the hell your talking about, or to think like those stuffy old goats that call themselves royal advisers... or worry about getting married to a virtual stranger...

Yes, Edward is lovely. Or he, seems, lovely. You've only known him since his parents shipped him over a few weeks ago, and most of your meetings have involved your parents. But while he's very handsome, too, and also admittedly has quite a decent sense of humour, and you do like him - you may even develop a crush on him one of these days, - , your relationship is certainly in no shape resembling engagement!

... But you are engaged. Neither of you have a choice.

And so he makes your stomach turn a little bit every time look at him, no matter how much you might like him otherwise.

As you're contemplatively chowing down on your bread, slowly making the chunk disappear, Bowzer is watching you... wondering what you're thinking. You're so lost in your thoughts, which are so full of dread and misfortune, that you somehow completely miss the monstrous form slipping across the room and into your cell- only getting your attention when he clicks the cell lock loudly into its place again. Your head snaps his way, eyes widening to see the creature in your cell now, with you. It makes your heart start to beat rapidly with panic as your eyes resemble dinner plates.

"You seem pretty lost in thought there, Y/N." He says your name casually, lightly, like he's known you for years. His eyes narrow, then. "Care to talk about it?" The corners of his tough, gnarly mouth lift up in the smallest grin, looking out the little window. "S' not like I'm gonna tell anyone- no one listens to the monster."

You roll your eyes, immediately dropping your shoulders in frustration and muttering through grit teeth, before you can think through what you're telling him. "Yeah well no one listens to me, either." He just seemed so right- he's separate from your normal life. If you're going to talk to someone, it would have to be him.

It might be a mistake... but now words are tumbling out of you and there's nothing you can do about it. "Everyone seems to know what's best for me without my input!... " Suddenly you get quiet, eyes downcast. "At least that's what they say... - my parents, - that what they do," The decisions they make without you. "is what's best for me... but sometimes I think its more like; What's best for the kingdom. Not, me."

The King Kooper is contemplatively silent for a few moments, still gazing out the little window - that shows little more then starry night sky and ocean, - , his big leathery arms held behind his back in an uncharacteristically thoughtful pose- eyes calm looking. Its a weird way to see the violent Kooper King, that you've been told for so long is noting but filth and fury... act calm, and thoughtful.

And its because of something you, said. You told him something and he's stopping to actually, really think about it...

That makes you feel powerful, for the first time in who-remembers-how-long. Maybe ever. You feel like you aren't just talking to a wall... like your parents. And the ambassadors, and the advisers, and the maids and cooks and everyone else that tells you what to do back home.

Eventually he shifts, and you listen to his words with an entirely knew outlook on him for the first time. Really wondering what he has to say. Really considering any proposition he may have come up with.

"... So you're saying, that if I promised that you would be made involved in decisions, and whatever, that you would be more inclined to... say yes?" He peaks over his shoulder at you, dangerous, dark eyes narrowed and lips pressed firmly together, watching you for any physical responses. He looks so imposing at this moment - well, he always does, - but in this moment it doesn't scare you. Rather, it intrigues you. Impresses you.

He really is impressive to look at, you find as you finally allow yourself to really look... He's spiky and tough, from head to toe, with a shock of red hair atop his head. He looks like one of his hands wrap around your body very damn nearly, and lift you up all on its own- easy. Muscle bound and... monstrous, yes. But is that such a bad thing?

Really, you aren't so sure that it is. Certainly not enough to stop you from wanting it, even just secretly.

You tilt your head to the side. "What kind of decisions?"

You watch his imposing - which is a word that can so easily turn into magnificent, - shoulders roll back, as the penny finally d r o p s, - along with your remaining inhibitions.

"All of them?"

~

When Edward comes, its already far too late. This is days after your capture, days after you agreed to stay with Bowser,

Days after you married him.

He comes thrashing in, outfit torn and sword dirty- mud leading all the way up to his shoulder and from his feet to his knees, and face stuck in a concerning state of... shock. Maybe it would soon turn into unabashed fear - As far as you could tell, Edward was never the type to pretend when he was anything other then charming. Its one of the lovely things about him. But you wanted more then lovely, - , but right then he had a job to do.

And you saw this look, and you understood it... too bad you weren't going with him to complete that job. You didn't need to be saved. And you didn't want to go home.

Still, as soon as you saw him break in through the front doors - as Bowser had let you out of your cell the moment you were married and allowed you free reign of the castle, - , you rushed over - nearly tripping down multiple stairs but not really caring, - and catch him before he slipped to his knees from exhaustion, and brush back his hair- assessing him for any serious wounds. "Edward! Are you okay??"

He lifts his head to assess you in turn, finding you perfectly fine and being slightly confused- bust mostly relieved. "I'm fine... I'm fine... Are- are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." The words the slipped so easily out of you cause you to cringe- maybe you should have lied a little bit? Here is Edward, clearly worn and tired from fighting his way to save you... and you're 'fine'? Damn.

Edward lifts his head again, then, and raises a brow. "You're fine? Well, uh, that's good. Um... " Carefully you lift your hands off of him, and he straightens up as you both quickly calm down from seeing each other- returning to your typical polite awkwardness around eachother. The way it would have always been, if you had married him. You watch his -lovely, - green eyes slip over the scenery, focused and looking for the threat as you chew the inside of your cheek, hugging your arms to yourself now- how do you break it to him?

And how do you do it before Bowzser realises he's here?

"So um, come on. We should get out of here- " Edward goes to pick up your hand and lead you out, but you flinch away from him... and he seems to finally gather, at that, that something here is off. Or, he already knew, but now he admits it to himself. Something is not quite right. You're not quite right. His brows furrow and knit together, lips pressing together as he tilts his head to the side in bewilderment, and concern. "Are you okay?"

"Edward... I... " You run your bottom lip through your teeth, looking around for any signs of the King Kooper yourself; Nervous he might turn up and hurt Edward. And even more nervous about telling Edward... what you've done. "I'm not going back with you."

"Wait- what?" You had his full attention from the start but now you can feel it- his scepticism and his patience. Waiting for you to tell him why- why he has just made it through miles and miles of fiery earth and fought through monsters to get to you and save you... just for you to tell him it was for nothing. Why he's going to have to return to your parents empty handed.

You want to explain it to him, you do. But how do you even begin? "I'm sorry, Edward- " You suddenly hear heavy movement down a hallway to your right, and your wide eyes snap back to Edward who's mirroring you, but gripping his sword- ready for a fight. "- But you have to go. I'm- I'm really sorry- " You turn him around by the shoulders and guide him out the door, shutting the huge, grand front doors behind the both of you and leaning against them and listening out for any sounds inside.

"Y/N- " Edward looks seriously at you, slightly miffed but easily controlling himself - because he's a genuinely good guy. - , searching for an answer. Waiting for it. "You need to tell me right now, why I stuck my neck out for you on a journey that is going to be just as hard on the way back, just so you could tell me to bugger off."

"I'm- " What can you say? I'm married to him now? I'm happy here? None of that sounds quite right. Maybe there's no way to say it. Your cheeks are aflame in embarrassment, and you're looking away to the ground beside his feet in unsureness. You just want this all to be over.

Then, finally, your eyes flicker up to Edward's, and slowly raise your hand. His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

On your ring finger sits a ring made of igneous rock, and Edward realises what that means immediately- and one look at your face tells him all he needs to know about your willingness in the union. He lowers his sword.

Neither of you say a thing for a few moments, just looking at each other. Its an odd thing, two people who were supposed to be more then they are or ever would be, who could have been more, looking at each other with fresh eyes and knowing neither of those things are ever going to happen. You have no clue what's going through Edward's mind, and you wish he would say something. Just say something, so you know where you stand. What you should be doing. Should you disappear quietly or explain yourself more?

Finally, finally, he opens his mouth. For a moment no words come out, and you're afraid he's going to close it again, when he takes a deep breath. "So- "

Then the doors behind you suddenly open and, as you were leaning on them, you plunge backwards- before a huge almost-familiar, but certainly not unwelcome, hand catches you and pushes you up right- and when you look behind you and up, Bowser is glaring daggers at Edward. That huge hand rests on your shoulder and his tail sets itself on the ground around you, protectively. "What's happening out here."

Edward, not a fool, takes up his sword again at seeing the threat, eyes hard. He does not swing though. He does not make a move as stupid as that. Bowzer smirks, his bumpy, gnarly lips pulled into a grotesque, obnoxiously dangerous grin. You take in a deep breath. "He's leaving."

"Doesn't look like he's leaving. Looks, like he's threatening me."

You look up at him again, craning your neck to do so, and crossing your arms. The look on your face determined, and firm, and just slightly annoyed. He said he'd listen to you- he better not be going back on that deal. It takes a few moments, but eventually he gives up on stubbornly keeping his gaze averted from you, looking down his chest at your little face that demands so much respect, and eventually love, from him, and rolls eyes deeply. "He's leaving." You repeat sternly, hissing out the words. Showing your meat as a Koopa royal yourself, now, and he cant help but listen.

You look back to Edward, who's eyes go from Bowzer to you... surprised. His sword arm slowly lowers again. "Fine." Bowzer growls out, in displeasure as your eyes soften on Edward. In goodbye. "You can leave alive, prince. But don't come back."

"Trust me, I wont." Edward agrees, flashing Bowzer a glance half-respectfully, but mostly just glad to leave. Then he looks at you one final time, not-quite understanding why you're doing this, but understanding that you are. And that you want to. And knowing that's enough, and that he has no stake in the matter. "Goodluck."

You cross your arms over your stomach, flashing him a warm, hesitant smile, and return to sentiment wholly. "Goodluck." For even though you're staying back in the Koopa Kingdom, with Bowzer... he's got to return to your old lives, and fix up your mess. In both your minds, the other has the worst situation.

Then finally, Edward turns his back on you, waives and walks off- along with the life you never wanted. And you feel total relief.

Because while he is lovely, and fancy foods are lovely, and your parents, are lovely... Lovely isn't for you.

As Edward slinks off, Bowzer returns his full attention to you, a small victorious grin on his face. His eyes flicker deliciously over you, and you turn around all to happy to sit and splendour under his attention. "Now your majesty... what shall we do with the rest of our day?"

Your flash him a dark, mischievous look.

Ghost!The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn || A Ghost ||

"Oof," You moan, as the load of sheets in your arms is dropped off into the washing machine, and you're released from its burden weighing you down. Throwing the door closed and listening to it click shut, you press a few buttons on the top of the machine and turn a dial before walk away listening to it rumble awake.

As you walk back towards the centre table, you feel that familiar prickly feeling, the nauseated sick feeling, the unmistakable inkling that you're being watched crawl up all over you suddenly, where it hadn't been for the first ten minutes of you being here. It means that someone, a ghost certainly, and Caleb hopefully, is watching you. A smile slips across your lips as it always will at the notion of Caleb, and even better the idea that he's near, but you do not say anything- lest you scare him off.

He does that, sometimes. Your ghost; Caleb. He makes his presence known - by grazing his fingers over your skin, or hair, or sliding and clicking the barrel of his shotgun into place,- , but apparently doesn't want you to respond, so quickly then disappears again when you call out to him.

And you're no fool- you've picked up on it. And you wont act like a ditz and try anything too accelerated for his tastes. Not if seeing him is on the line.

So you just hop up onto the folding table, your legs hanging off the end and swaying slightly, and pick up your book. You bring it for times like these, when you're stuck doing laundry for hours and you know you'll have to wait out Caleb - assuming he comes out at all, - , to make the time go faster. Or- not faster. Because you enjoy this time, in the spooky, dark depths of the old penitentiary turned bed and breakfast. The place has a gruesome past, which is the whole reason you went out for this particular job, and the foreboding feeling of terror that climbs all over you and makes an almost stifling home on your skin like ectoplasm that comes with feeling that... and all the ghosts watching you, wondering about you... is really entertaining. In fact, its the only time you truly feel alive- so close to death.

Especially sweet, horrifying, cranky, secretive Caleb.

Humming, listening to the washing machine toss and turn the pretty flowery sheets so mildly violently, you read. You don't know for how long you read, but it felt like an all-consuming while, though not long enough for the washing to be done,... before, finally, you get a sign.

See, the laundry room is made up of a couple of rooms - they used to be cells, - and the hallway between them which is where the folding table is situated. The bars had long been taken away from most of the old cells and inside them live various washers, dryers, and basic storage. To anyone sane, the place would be far too horrible and scary to sit in so calmly - and don't get yourself wrong, you do find it to be both of those things... even unbearable at times... but it just so happens that that sets off a dangerous heat between your legs, and delicious excitement in your soul, -. But anyway, a few feet in front of where you're sitting, is a cell that still has its bars attached. In fact, the door is still locked, and no matter how hard or what the construction workers had tried- it would not budge.

You assume, nowadays, that that was Caleb's cell. And he doesn't want anyone else trespassing.

In that cell, right now, you watch out of your peripheral vision as the dust kicks up off the floor and the bed suddenly, in the dark of the room, and leans back as it shapes itself slowly into the vague image of a man. At least, you assume its a man. You're afraid if you look up now, he'll dissipate and wont return again for hours; You wont risk that, so while your attention is on the movement inside the cell, your eyes are glued to the pages in front of you.

Excitement fizzes in you like fireflies. Dead, swarming, dimly lit fireflies; But fireflies none the less. Zooming and flittering around in your chest- aching for you to look up and risk it all. Just to get a glimpse of him, which you've never done before. Although you've 'met', many times before now... you have never actually seen your ghostly companions face.

You assume that its grizzly, and perfect in its disgusting, gory messiness, of course. And you do ache, to your very core, to look him straight in the eye... but you're also terrified of him leaving. Of him leaving you to the rest of these other, B-Level ghosts. Spirits that don't make you feel nearly as heightened, as he does. He's like a drug, like cocaine, and these other ghosts... are but morphine. Not enough. Not, nearly, enough.

But... still. You cross your ankles, swinging them back and forth underneath you in badly kept excitement. Surely, a glance... wouldn't ruin everything...

You can see him too-vaguely, as you strain your head to continue facing your lap but your eyes to be pushing their limits, upwards. He - this figure, made entirely of the dust that in its absence has left the rest of his cell perfectly clean, and like new, - is sat on his old bed, legs spread like he owns the damn place, with his gun set over his thighs; Sitting in companionable silence with you. Even so, you feel his coat brush against your hanging legs as if he's standing closely, in front of you.

For minutes, you fight with yourself over whether to look up... what could happen if you did... when finally, his voice sounds around the cell block. Err, the laundry room.

"Y/N... sweetheart... " His voice is nothing but a pained whisper at this point, but still- you can hear the subtle huskiness to it that must have been its totality at some point and the deep, old-fashioned southern accent that leaks into every word he makes, and must squeeze your thighs together. "C'mere."

That one contraction causes you eyes to widen, and your fireflies to freeze. The darkness, the fear in your heart at his very presence builds and you finally look up, and over at him.

He's moved back, into the darkness of his cell so you cant quite see him... but that doesn't disappoint you. Not when he's asked you closer.

Hopping off the table and leaving your book behind, not caring that you've lost your page, you walk deftly over to the bars of the cell and press yourself gently to them, wrapping your hands around two. "Caleb?"

"You look... " In the darkness you see his outline, and watch his head tilt to the side. You feel fingers run through your hair and graze your neck, and shiver. You know this is dangerous, you're well aware. "Mighty nice today... "

You grin broadly, unable to help it. Most compliments you get are nice, but they never quite hit the spot... you never quite believe them... but Caleb's- oh, Caleb's. His are everything. They light up everything in you for days. "Thank you... and how're you today?"

He pauses for a moment, thinking about it, before you hear the sound of fabric rustling from his direction. "Unsure actually sweetheart...

That's up to you."

You tilt your head to the side. "How so?" How can I make it good for you?

"I wanna... try something... Think I'm... strong enough, now... "

This time you aren't able to say anything, before he speaks again. "Close your eyes."

You're all too willing to do as he commands, eyes shutting closed quickly, tightly so you see nothing.

A few moments later, and your anticipation, and anxiety, is building up in your chest like the pyramids thousands of years ago, to unimaginable, and terrifying, heights... when you feel the texture of his cold non-tangible fingers graze over your cheek again. You feel his whole body, in fact, behind the bars. Close to you. Not just his fingers, and not just his coat. His whole, fricken, body.

To your utter surprise, you feel those hands - rough, and freezing cold, and more like air from a fan then actual, physical body parts. But pleasantly enough, not at all like dust, either, - on your neck; His thumbs on your jaw. They tilt your head back, forcing your face to look upwards, almost towards the ceiling. It would be uncomfortable, if you weren't nearly shaking with excitement.

A moment later, he's dragging your face slowly closer to the bars, till the cold metal bites at your cheeks, and lips - cold and not-totally-real, like the hands, - press ever so gently... against yours.

A gasp slips out of you, as this is all you've wanted for a while, and you immediately kiss back, aching for nothing but to pull his body flush against yours and experiment with all the things maybe you could do with him, if he can kiss you like this. You cant help your thoughts spreading out to other things, as he slowly, deliciously deepens the kiss- an icy, slimy tongue sliding over the tip of yours.

If he can kiss you, surely he can touch in other places, cant he? He can let his fingers stray from your face, and towards your chest? Or lower?

What about his cock? How would that feel; Cold, and hard, within your walls?

And on top of that, regarding just his kissing skills, if he can do this much, turn you to mush with just his kiss, then there's no doubt in your hopeless, dumb, horny little mind that he could totally wreck you in a bed.

When he lets go of the back of your neck with one hand though, and wraps it ever-so-softly around your throat- feeling your pulse beat-beat-beat... you forget everything. Your mind goes empty.

In fact you go so totally dumb that you snap your eyes open-

But before you can see him, he's gone.

The cell is covered in dust again, and you cant feel him kissing you anymore; You're left pressing against the bars of the cell he wasted away inside in life, missing him already.

Duke || A Vampire ||

The feeling of having blood literally sucked out through little pierces in your skin, never gets less weird. The pain of having your wrist bitten into, does. The ticklish feeling of having Duke's lips attached to your wrist for a prolonged amount of time, does. But the weird, slightly nauseating feeling of having him siphon and guzzle your life force out of your veins, will never ever get old- unfortunately.

Still, every once in a while - which is becoming every week with all of Dukes nagging, honestly, - , you'll sit down and flick through Tumblr, letting him sit next to you, hold your arm in his hands and carefully drink- not too much, he knows when to stop. But just enough to sate him.

Then, like now, he'll slip his fangs outs from your skin and veins - coming out perfectly clean and white like they never touched anything but apples and bananas, -, a smug, pleased smirk on his lips as he cleans up his mess. And while you're wrapping up your own wrist, he sweeps off to get you juice and a plate of cookies- like when you donate blood for hospitals.

"Well you did donate." He teases, holding your juice and your cookies for you while you stick down your bandages, rubbing your thumb over the sore spot. "For a really good cause, too. Huh? Keeping your, uh," Duke glances at you, mischief pulling the corners of his lips up. "Snuggle bunny, going?"

Rolling your eyes, you yank the plate of cookies from his hands as he chuckles and take a chomp out of one. "Ugh, Duke... I was sleep talking! Let it go!"

He just giggles, fixing his collar with one hand and continuing to hold your juice for you as you quietly chew on your cookies.

As you do so, Duke turns his head to watch you. There's nothing extraordinary about the way you eat, nothing particularly sexy or gross, but as a vampire - an old one, at that. One that certainly doesn't remember the taste of normal food like a newer one might, vaguely, - one of the things he does enjoy watching his human mate do, is eat. Its adorable. So delicate, so human. Especially if one day, hopefully someday soon, they'll allow him to turn them.

Speaking of... His eyes narrow as a cheeky grin spreads his lips. "So, love... " You take the juice from him, giving him a suspicious look. Yes? He shifts closer to you on the couch now that his hands aren't occupied, and your sceptical expression - because you know him, - deepens. "Have you put anymore thought into my proposition?... "

Immediately you make a 'Pfft' sound and snort, bringing the glass up to your lips. "Ah, yeah. No need. We are never, ever doing that in the bedroom."

Dukes expression immediately falls, and you laugh at his scowl/pout, before taking a sip of your juice with a smile. Oh, he's an idiot. But he's also very cute. "Well- while I think you're making a huge mistake on that front, love, and this is not over- I wasn't talking about that proposition." Looking back at him at that, you watch his eyebrows raise meaningfully up his forehead..., and realise.

"... Oh."

He nods. Then his eyes flicker down to your hand, laying on your lap by the now empty cookie plate, and picks it up. Then gives you an uncharacteristically gentle smile. "I'd, really, like to do it." He presses the brim of his hat to your forehead affectionately. "To experience eternity with you, has been my dream since- "

An easy grin slides across your lips and you chuckle, nudging the brim of his hat back. "Lemme guess... the night I suggested you mix chocolate syrup with your 'Bloody Mary' drinks?"

He snorts, squeezing your arm gently, and lacing his fingers through yours. "Well, with ideas like that, how could I resist you?" Then he presses forward, taking the juice from your hands and setting it on the coffee table, before crawling over you, hovering over your body. "But I was thinking of a different night... " He raises your chin up so you're looking at him, and your brain wants you to push his annoying, horny ass off you and off the couch too, but the part of you that really likes him wants you to kiss him- so you just end up looking perturbed.

"Duke... " You whine, relaxing into the couch. "If I become a vampire... if I say yes... what's going to happen with my other relationships?" Your eyes flicker from everything but him, to his eyes finally, where he sees how reluctant you are, and sigh. "I don't want to lose them."

Duke shrugs. "But you'd have me, forever. They're all gonna die, anyway."

You promptly push his insensitive ass off of you, to the floor, and step over him as you head towards the kitchen- picking up your drink on the way. You're going to put tequila, in this-

Before you can get through the kitchen door, its slammed closed in front of you and Duke's cornered you against it. "... Okay maybe that was rude. Still working on my manners, Y/N, my bad. But I am working on them, huh? I get points for that!"

"Points?" You ask, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes over your shoulder to him.

Dubious and dumb, Duke raises a brow. "What's improvement without a point system?"

"Ugh- " You try to open the door again, but Duke uses his strength against you this time- turning you around and swiftly pinning you to the door.

His eyes catch the glass, still halfway full, and despite your disagreement, taps the bottom. "Drink that juice." He tells you firmly. "You lost quite a bit of blood, and I don't need you collapsing at any point."

After a stubborn moment, you sigh and do as he said, gulping down the juice at a steady pace as to not shock your system. Its also a good excuse not to think about the conversation you're having.

Because... its just... the hardest decision, you've ever had to make. The hardest decision you may ever have to make. It depends on hope so's (Will Duke stay in love with me? Will I stay in love with him? Will I like being a vampire? I hope so.), and faith, and not having faith in what if scenarios, too (What if I never see my family again, what if we come upon a hunter, what if Duke gets staked and I'm still there forever?), even if they're just as dependable as hope so's. And on one hand, staying human means you get to stay with your family, and your friends. You may not get Duke as well, but... he's just a guy, right? You can meet someone else... you cant replace your family, quite so easily. Right? You would be hard pressed replacing them, but guys... come and go... right?

But on the other hand, you're in love with Duke. You've never felt this way before, you cant even take it sometimes how irreversibly, unexplainably in love with him you are including everything obnoxious about him. You know you'll never find another Duke. You tell yourself you can, and you might have to so you will... but under the surface you know he's the love of your life. He's it. And there's no replacing him.

Ugh. Thinking about this does your head in... Your gaze lifts up from the window over his shoulder, to his face, and you knit your brows together. In frustration and apology. You know he's been patient... and you do feel bad for that... but this is also a huge decision, and you're not going to make it out of want to make him happy. "I don't know yet... I'm sorry... "

For a moment, he doesn't react... but then he sighs, and collects you up against him in a hug. "Take your time, love... we have a long time, to go... " He squeezes you tight, and you relax under his affections, totally. "But there is a cut off date, so, just try to make your decision before you die okay?"

You chuckle. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Hades || The King of the Underworld ||

Rolling your eyes, you kneel over the campfire and sprinkle the seasoning on the roast instead of kicking those two 2 foot tall dwarf's to Tim Buk Tu like you really want to do. Alas- making your dinner delicious and refraining from taking it off the hot fire, and throwing it at Pain and Panic, will have to do.

And this is your reaction from just noticing them hiding in a bush nearby. They haven't done anything yet, but you just know. You know, that when they turn up, it has something to do with Hades. Usually, that he's not far behind. And you're so damn e x h a u s t e d, by turning him down. Over, and over, you have to do this. Tell him no, you wont marry him, thank you for stopping by now go home. Thanks...

And after the last time he did this, you really aren't in the mood to humour him this time. You get a prickly feeling all over, just thinking about looking at him, after what he did.

~

A week ago, you had just finished getting ready for a date, and the one who was taking you out was surely close by, and you were giddy. Excited, to for once, not be working, or fending off the Lord of the Dead, or falling down drop dead exhausted in bed every night. Tonight, you were going to have a good time, for once. You were so, so excited.

But, then Isa was late. And a few minutes... turned into an hour... and that turned into two... and by that time you had totally given up. The ass had stood you up!

You were so looking forward to this, and that bastard left you all alone at home, looking hot, waiting for absolutely fricken nobody. What a dick. How could you have been fooled, into thinking they were worth your time? Your rare quiet night, at that?

"Gods!" You cursed, throwing your shawl down on the kitchen table and wiping a hand up through your hair. "I should've known. I feel like such an idiot!"

Then their was a knock at your front door, and you snatched up your shawl and raced off to get it. Maybe they had an accident???

You swung the door open, and

immediately, deflated.

"Hades... its you."

An amused grin graces his features as his gaze licks up and down your form. You're all ready for a date, and you look gorgeous. "Well don't sound quite so ecstatic about it babe, I might forget you don't actually like me- or so you say."

"I don't. And especially now, I'm having a terrible night. Thanks for stopping by, no I don't wanna marry you, no, no, no, did I cover all the bases? Great, so please go home-" You attempt to close the door on him, but smoke shoots out from the mysterious whatever's-under-his tunic and shoves itself, solid, between the frame and the door. A deep groan escapes you as you roll your eyes, opening it again. "Drat." You hiss, letting go of the door and leaning against the frame instead, crossing your arms. "Look Mr Lord of the Dead, I have had a bad night- "

A smirk creeps across his lips, mischief gleaming in his eyes. Or was it worse? Yes, you think. Its a lot worse then mischief. Still, you don't let up your cold, blasé front, nervous - afraid? - of his reaction to anything else. How might he use your discomfort? "Oh yeah, you got left all high and dry t'night, huh? Yep... Shame."

There's something about the way he's talking... that just sets you at total unease. How did he know? You lift carefully, slowly, cautiously off the doorframe, confused. "Um... yes... he did. How did you know?" Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. "Stalking me?"

"Oh, of course. How else am I supposed to get to know you? You sure as hell wont sit down for a dinner with me, you've made that clear." He runs his bottom lip thoughtfully through his teeth. "At least- without a little sweetener, eh? And I am a great deal sweetener- if I do say so myself. So!" You watch him turn around, clapping his hands together firmly- a call; A signal.

And sure enough, a moment later, the bumbling fools Pain and Panic came tottering out of the woods beside my house, whipping a poor, squealing pig ahead of them.

Your brows furrow at it- something really not quite right at all, about any of this.

You watch the pig for a few moments, unable to figure out why it makes you feel... something; You aren't quite sure what... until a sharp blue finger touches the underside of your chin, and guides your head up to look at the face of Hades, instead. Another evil smirk presses his smug face. "That's what happens to little fuckers that try to touch what will be, mine." At that, your eyes widen and snap back to the pig. Is that... Hades grabs your jaw now, dragging your attention back to him, this time uncaringly. "Remember that, sweetheart. Its up to you how many poor sods I turn into swine."

"Hades- " You gasp, horrified.

"I'm a God, Y/N." The fire sparking as head flickers orange, well-hidden fury showing itself for just a moment- enough to terrify you. "We're notoriously bad at taking rejection."

~

"You gotten over your little human melodrama yet, Y/N?" Hades voice rings out through the clearing in front of your house, and you feel your skin prickle all over; Knowing he's here again. After that awful thing he did, last time. "I had to do that, showed you who's boss I guess. But I'm sick of staying away from you... " He appear across the fire from you, but you refuse to look up at his face. "So... what? You want an apology?"

Wincing, you wrap your arms around your knees and press your nose into your dress. "No."

"Whadaya want from me?"

"I want you to go away," You mutter, still not looking at at him; Rather into the flames flickering up under and over your dinner.

"Well, that's not gonna happen." Through your peripheral vision, you see Hades disappear from across the fire, and a yelp come out of you when suddenly he yanks you up by the arm, straight to your feet. Then he gathers your waist in one hand and presses you to him, leering down at you. You don't fight it, just deftly lean away; Afraid of how he might react to anything more. "So what'll it be? An apology? A present? A kiss maybe?"

He leans in, but you jerk your head back.

"What makes you so sure you can win my affections with pain, and bravado, Hades?" You finally snap, eyes flickering up to his pupils, which stare back at you in that familiarly amused way he always does when you get the courage to stand back up to him. "Making people I like into pigs, making me hurt... and then smiling about it? Thinking you'll just get away with it? That wont make me like you, you bastard. That's not sexy."

"Oh sweetheart, you're sexy enough for the both of us... " He grins, tracing your lips with a thumb. Marvelling at you even as you're mad, even as you're telling him such cold, hard facts.

Knitting your brows together, you tighten your lips into a confused scowl. "Do you even want me to like you?"

"Oh I want you to love me, Y/N... " For a moment, you see genuine in his eyes... before he turns it off again. And yet you believe him. "I promise you, one day I'll make you. One day you'll be death's partner, in sickness and in health. Just, you, wait." With those last three words, he boops your nose.

For a few moments... you just stare at him. How, in his deluded mind, does he think that's going to happen if first of all, he isn't forcing you, luckily enough, and second of all, he refuses to even try. Try, to be a genuine person. Try, to make you enjoy his company.

Its amazing how entitled Gods can be.

"... Maybe you're right. Maybe I will marry you one day,...

but first you'll have to make me like you- and that wont be such easy a feat. Not even for a God."

Inkubus || A Incubi Demon ||

Walking down the street late at night will always set you a little bit uneasy no matter how many times and how often you do it. Around any and every corner could be a monster waiting for an easy kill, a simple little victim to grab and run with.

But that doesn't change the fact at all that its just something you have to do, as long as you don't have a car and refuse to spend money every night on an Uber ride. So you collect your wits and take out your headphones as you hop off the bus, holding your keys between your fingers like wolverine claws like a back alley street fighter; And a cheater, at that.

Hey, you're brave, for sure- but you're not stupid.

You must keep your ears open, your eyes focused, and your senses as heightened as possible. And if someone's going to jump out at you, you couldn't care less if being prepared with sharp tools at the ready is not exactly sporting. If someone is going to try and hurt you, then they're about to get the rudest slap-in-the-face of an awakening of their goddamn lives.

Also, though... the quietness, can be peaceful. So while your senses are open to any hint of a threat, the rest of you... enjoys it. The quietness, the stillness, the all-together aloneness, despite the constant, faint feeling that someone is near. In a world where everyone is connected, its a really valuable feeling; Of being on your own. With no one watching, or listening, or even thinking about you.

You just get the moment, to be... To be. Just, to exist.

So happily you walk down the street, slipping into the darkness of your neighbourhood and enjoying the peaceful, slightly terrifying time.

Until you run into something your senses didn't pick up on even the slightest bit- you didn't even see him, which is weird seeing as he turned up right in front of you. "Oh!"

You have a mind blank and don't even think of the keys between your knuckles or the idea that this is a threat. Especially not when you look up, and see his face.

Every almost-suspicion and near-scepticism disappears from your mind.

"Oh hello, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going." He steadies you, before taking his hands away from you. For a split second, you find yourself wishing he hadn't.

"That's okay!" For a moment, you get caught up in the mans eyes, before managing to break yourself free, and step back from him. Awkward... Your eyes purposefully turn downcast, avoiding his gaze that had so oddly swallowed you up a moment ago. "Um, anyway, enjoy the rest of your night!" Slipping past him, you continue on your way down the path towards your house, when you hear a gentle whooshing noise behind you, and turn your head to find the man walking casually beside you, like its not a red flag at all. Surprised, your eyes widen.

"Sorry to seem a bit of a creep- "

"Oh no, you're fine!!" Why, on earth, are you so eager to assure him?

His lips curl up in a pleased grin, his handsome - yet... somehow, oddly disconcerting, - features lifting pleasantly in the dark, and all you think is... that's why. Shadows leave shade all over his face and it is a bit frightening but its like your body has a mind, and ideas, of its own. Your footsteps are slowing down, your heartbeat's relaxing to a calmer velocity then even before this strange man turned up, a gentle heat is rising up your neck.

"That's good to hear, I wouldn't want to scare you. You know, an odd man following you late at night... some people mind find that a tad bit threatening, you know?"

A spark of nervousness, the first since you've been with him, lights up inside your chest. "Well... y-you're not wrong... "

Just as quickly as it ignited though, your anxiety is stripped away with just a kind smile, from him. "But don't worry- I bare no ill will." Your eyebrows lift up at that.

"And I'm... just supposed to take you at your word?"

Exactly, you think. Finally, your body is catching up with your mind! Isn't this precisely what you were just scared about, getting off the bus at this late hour? That a terrifying stranger would turn up??

Well now one has- so why aren't you doing anything? Why aren't you slipping away? Why aren't you running?

God, you want to... But... you cant. Even as the words leave your lips, you feel your feet be leaden to where he wants you to be- beside him, and only slowly walking. Easy to guide, easy to control.

His grin turns mischievous as you watch, a speckle of darkness flickering beyond poisonous green eyes. "Of course not. You're a clever little mortal." Your brows knit together now, confused. Mortal? The green hues flash to yours again and one side of his mouth quirks up a tiny bit higher; Revealing wisdom and wickedness beyond his appearance. "Then again, mortals have always been intelligent. Its how we've survived for thousands of years, right?" He gives a well-humoured wink.

... Yet... you find, that the way this man said 'we've'... just didn't sound right. Like the word was heavy on his tongue. Like a lie.

Still- you don't find yourself feeling the urge to raise your fist, at all. You're almost... hypnotised. You witch every movement he makes, take note of every calculation. From the way his coat whispers in the dark wind to where his hands are.

"I... guess... Um, what's your name?"

His eyes narrow but a corner of his mouth curls up in another mischievous - devilish? Demonic? - smirk that sends your head rushing. "Hmm... lets go with... Klaus, for now... And oh, you're free to tell me a fake one as well if you'd like. Its a tad reckless to give away your real information, like names and telephone numbers, in a situation like this, isn't it?" You cant argue with that- "But, whilst acknowledging that, I still cant help myself sweetheart," Sweetheart- your heart plummets down to your feet and your eyes widen; You can't help but love the sound of that. "I'd really like to get to know you a little bit. Would you please allow me the honour, please?" Oh my goodness- he just looks so pleading at you! Its adorable. How could you possibly, say no?

Every word that comes from him solidifies the hold he has on you already, too, that he so easily took in the first place with just his presence. Arousal and intrigue sinking into you like fangs by the second.

You cant help smiling; And saying yes.

The predatory look that takes over his face now causes a pit in your belly- but it only excites you. Suddenly he puts a hand on you- just the crook of your arm, stopping you in your tracks immediately, like you knew in your very workings that that is what he wanted from you right at that moment. "Is this your house, dear?"

... Oh, um- You shake yourself of whatever trance you're stuck in just long enough to look over at the house your passing, in wonder. How did you even get here... God, you just feel so disorientated... "Uhuh... "

"Wonderful; Now, I consider myself a gentleman dear so I shan't invite myself inside- especially not even having a name for such a pretty face. But... " 'Klaus' shrugs a bit, a perky little knowing look on his face- because he knows, what you're about to offer him.

"Of course, you can come inside!" You smile. "And- " Don't give your real name, don't do it. Pick any other name. Please- "I'm Y/N." The words slip out easily, like there was absolutely nothing inside you begging you not to.

And, just like that, there isn't.

Seedeater || A Wild Beast ||

"- Oh I should tell you about that summer. Ah, Y/N darling you would have just loved to be there, trust me! Once I've told you all about it, you'll wish you were, I promise you. So! Let me set the scene... "

This man has been jabbering on to you about who-knows-what for far... too... long... God, you're afraid to pull out your pocket watch, for fear of discovering you are nowhere near the acceptable moment to excuse yourself.

Because for sure you are not about to engage in any more courtship with this insufferable peacock of a man but also- you would rather die right here then go home early and have your parents nag at you over insulting the Duke' right hand man like that.

Even as... you long... so so very deeply... for your bed...

Oh, perish the thought. To be in your warm, cosy bed. Wearing nothing but your nightgown, with the fireplace roaring nearby and a book open on the pillow in front of you... perhaps nibbling at pilfered muffins from the kitchen.

You're just relaxing into your fantasy world - whilst managing to make yourself seem interested in your... eugh... 'suitors' story, with well-placed hums and 'Oh please tell me more's. - when suddenly the slow hum that his droning voice had become to you rather then actual vocabulary, just... stops. Your eyes flicker to his form on the log next to you, to see him perked up. Alert. Like a meerkat.

"What happened, Nigel?"

"Shhhh!"

Hmm... well, you certainly aren't crazy about that... Brows furrowing deeply and lips creasing into a severe frown, you straighten your back more so and take a deep breath with which to give him an earful, when-

You hear it, this time. What's concerned your date so.

Its a rustle just outside of the clearing the of you are set up in, and its definitely not just the wind. Or a bird.

Its slow, and heavy. A twig snaps as if under some huge, terrifying, calloused foot.

Immediately your freeze, gazing around slowly, cautiously for whatever is out there. You like to think its a beast, rather then a man. A man would be far, far worse. You've always thought so. A beast could hurt you, for sure. Scratch you to death or eat you alive... but a man, a man could take you. Steal you away, and sell you for drug money. Or humiliate you... Yes, you've always thought; To be ripped apart by canine teeth, would be better.

But then again, a beast is not ideal either.

You want to live!- and that has never been quite so blatant then right now as your heart hammers in your chest and you feel your cheeks grow cold as ice, despite the raging campfire before you. You want to life, in order to get past this terrible date and go on better ones. Or far better yet- never go on a date again.

Even so, though, when Nigel slowly picks up his shotgun, raising up to his feet and carrying it with purpose- you feel the most impassioned, ardent repulsion towards it and total, striking fear bang in your chest. He's going to kill it??!

I mean... if its a man, go right ahead, but if its not-

"Nigel." You hiss, making the man jump and look down at you in a mix of horror and anger. It reads clearly to shut up, but you aren't concerned with Nigel's needs. "Put that bac- "

A horrible screeching sound fills the campsite and you immediately slap your fingers over your ears, pressing into them firmly to keep the sound out and squeezing your eyes shut. Oh, that's terrible-

Then a beast emerges from the tree line, growling and blowing steam out of its bar-boned nostrils. Your eyes crack open to see Nigel lining up his gun with the monster's head, which surely wouldn't work in the first place as it seems to have some kind of helmet made out of bones. Or maybe that's just its head. either way your eyes widen to the size of saucers, and leap to your feet; your hands on Nigel's gun before you even realise the danger of your actions. "Let go!" He snaps, but you refuse.

"You will not kill this creature!"

"I most certainly will!- " His finger presses down accidentally on the trigger, and immediately a loud BOOM sound crashes from the gun, making you gasp. "Look what you made me do, woman!!"

The creature suddenly rears back on its hind legs, frightened by the noise, before slamming back down like a horse and rushes forward- all gangly, uneven movements as he's too heavy to really move as fast he's going but doesn't care at all. It brushes by you and all you can do is hold your breath and grip the gun like your life depends on it, so you don't run and startle the beast even more. Embedded in its fluffy hide are sticky substances - tree sap, supposedly, - and leaves, and little sticks, and a lot of dirt.

It tears through the camp site, crazed, and when its done - now huffing and puffing and still furious, standing at the side, - the little tent that Nigel had set up and cooking equipment is all ripped to pieces. Destroyed. Your heart's beating a million miles a moment inside your chest, hoping you aren't about to look like that, too.

After a few silent moments, apart from the monster's hard breathing, you turn from the creature to Nigel. Both your hands are still on the gun. "... Nigel... " You breath out in a whisper that is only as loud as a breeze. His eyes flicker up to yours, terror gleaming in them; And he's breathing pretty hard, too. "You need to let... go... of the gun... now... "

"No... Y/N... I have a plan,... don't worry... "

Ugh! You think. Even scared out of his wits, he thinks he knows better then me. If only he would just stop-

Suddenly, all far too suddenly, he wrenches the gun out of your hands and turns its aim upon the beast again. Your face goes slack at the too sudden, too jerky, too cocky motion and look from him- to the gun- to the beast and its glowing red eyes, staring down the barrel.

No!

"Now stay still, monster... this wont hurt but a moment... "

And in that second before Nigel presses the trigger again- you see all your futures before it even happens. The beast will tear you both apart with the bullet submerged in its skin. You will not survive, this way. And neither will it.

Just as Nigel is pulling his finger against the shotgun's trigger, you lunge for him. Pushing the barrel of the gun upwards, instead. Another terrible, crashing BOOM sound bangs against your eardrums as the bullet ricochets out and into the air. As you're wondering, horrified where it's going to come down, the beats roar accompanies the thumping sound of your heart in your ears and your head whips around just in time to see it gallop forward-

Its powerful jaws wrap around Nigel's entire face, and they both go crashing down to the ground as Nigel is ripped from you.

You can do nothing but watch, as in a matter of seconds it seems Nigel stops screaming in hat blood curdling way you do when you're being gnawed at alive... and goes limp. As soon as he does, the beast backs up off of him, a gentle and calmer woof coming out of it as it... just... sits back.

It sets its behind down the ground, and using a long... bear-like, tongue, licks at its paws. Cleaning itself.

Calmly.

Blood is still rushing hotly in your ears as you shake like leaf, between this beast and your date's mauled body and turn slowly to look at the hideous, petrifying monster.

Its eyes are no longer red, so they're but shadows hidden inside the bone coverage that is his head, and for all intensive purposes, the beast looks... relaxed. Like you aren't there at all. But you feel its gaze on you, even so. And your skin tingles creepily at the feeling.

After a few more minutes of just standing there, being scared - and maybe going a little bit insane, - you open your mouth slightly. Jerkily, slowly... and whisper. "I- I'm sorry... th-that Nigel... he... t-tried, to kill you... "

Another growly woof is your answer, its response to hearing a foreign noise. Your voice.

But it isn't a threatening noise at all, so you relax a little bit.

Then, suddenly, the dog... bear... monster, creature, gets up again. Its shakes off its behind of some of the dirt there from the floor, and creps closer to you. Its so huge... you have to crane your neck to look at its face.

Or, more specifically, its teeth.

You hear a sort of... fluttery sound, over your beating heart and look around curiously. There are no birds, or anything else that would normally make a noise like that, that you can see... The clearing is still, and empty.

Then your eyes catch sight of something, dark, fluffy and long flying up and down against the ground, behind the creature. When realisation occurs to you that the thing is its tail, and its wagging, you cant help the tiny smile that slips across your face. Gaze slipping back up to the creature, deciding it has no ill intent in the moment, you decide to try something.

Reaching over with one hand, you tentatively slip it through its main. There's so much black fur there that you're unsure that it even feels your touch at all - and there is certainly no reaction as it just looks around the clearing, keeping watch, - and your hand disappears entirely in the surprisingly wonderfully soft fur.

Smile widening, you enjoy the feeling with one hand for a while, before getting adventurous. Your take your pointer finger, and lean up to carefully stroke the bone of its face-

And as soon as you start, the creature startles you by moving- but you don't pull back far before you realise what is actually happening. It isn't readying to attack, its preening. It stretches its neck up, shaking itself slightly, before lowering its head for you. As if to ask; Please, again.

The smile comes back full force, and you do as it so politely asked; Stroking down its smooth snout over and over again. You can feel its warm breath on your arm and various bits of the forest stuck in its fur but you don't care. You just enjoy the feeling- its actually like a big dog rather then a monster!

"Aw... you're a good one, aren't you? ... I'm so sorry we frightened you earlier... "

Ursula || A Sea Witch ||

"Yes, yes... " Ursula rolls her eyes, sighing out her words in an irritated way; Getting tired of going through the deal, over and over again. But you cant stop wording it slightly different- as if it will ever get better, for you. Because its quite simple. "I'll save your precious baby brother, let him live on happy and healthy and all that rubbish for another 30 to 40 years... and you get to come down and stay with me, eternally. Happy?"

"... yes." You force the word out from between your lips as soon as you've worked yourself up to agreeing, not allowing yourself to back down again. As you suspected, the moment that word makes it into the open air, materialising into steam from the cold air as you kneel by the murky, foggy morning waters and the monster waiting for you in their depths- you regret it. You want to take it back... but you forced the word out for a reason.

For him.

And you refuse to even try to take it back, because the one thing you desire in life is to keep him safe... and this is the only way you can do that.

Tears well up in your eyes, as a wet hand curls around your own outstretched one, long red nails scraping into your skin as you shake. Bright eyes with pitch black pupils and wicked intent not-at-all hidden away gleam back at you, as thickly painted lips pull back on either side in a pearly, sinister, grin. Like a switch, your heart suddenly plummets down to your feet, and the cavern of your chest feels as cold as the unforgiving waters, below.

"Its a deal, then, doll~ " The sea witches voice is rough, that black heart of hers and ill intent bleeding out unapologetically through in her tone, and you know you've made a terrible mistake for yourself.

But the right decision, for him.

And as Ursula's hand slips out from yours and she disappears back under the water, the gentle waives slipping over her violent tinted skin until she's gone, your eyes slip closed; You must remind yourself, of that fact. He will be safe now. That's all that matters. It has to be.

Because you know, that she'll be back soon enough- and you'll be hers, for good. Just as she wanted it to be.

These are your last few moments of freedom, before she comes back with a disgusting tonic or filthy ointment or horrible scent, or something, that'll make you like her,... tied to the sea rather then the shore... and you use them to think about him.

Taking a deep breath, you think; You'll be okay now.

Take care of yourself, because I cant anymore. Create a good life, for yourself.

Don't miss me too much, please.

The fear striking sound of waives lapping harder against the rock you're perched on alerts you that she's back, and when you open your eyes she is indeed there; An expectant look on her face, and a closed clam shell in her hand. "Well? Come on in, darling... I promise I'll hold your hand, if it gets too rough."

"Y-you want me to come in... to the water?? Now??" Before you've changed? Before you have a tail, and gills? Surely it'll be freezing- you're cold just looking at that water.

"Well I wouldn't want you convulsing too hard when you transform and hitting your pretty little head on the rocks! Trust me, honey."

Trust her...

The concept repulses you, but what other choice do you have anymore? Taking a deep breath, you dip your legs in first- before shuffling off the shire for the last time and dipping silently into the frigid sea.

Your eyes are squeezed tightly closed as your head disappears under the waives, and the only feelings you know are the freezing fucking cold and, and thick tentacles wrapping gently around you. Holding you still.

Under water.

"Now, now~ Don't panic, that'll just make this worse for you." You're starting to run out of air - you've never been good at holding your breath, - , and as Ursula's thumb brushes over your lips you struggle, like an impulse, away from her. You try to wrestle out of her hold- reach the air, again. To breath- Air- God, fuck- Need to-

But her grip just tightens around you, her new play thing, constricting like a boa constrictor until you cant fight anymore. "I said don't panic, lovely...

now open that lovely mouth, now."

[redrobin-detective]

Ok, I’ve tried and tried and tried to write this fic because I see it so clearly in my mind but it’s just not going no matter what I do. But I don’t want the idea to die with me. The closest this came to being written was exile which was an attempt to bleed out some of the energy of this au.

Anyway, so it starts off vaguely similar to canon only more aggressive. There had been underlying tension between ghosts and humans for a while, the dead jealous/angry at the living for disrespecting them. The successful creation of the Fenton ghost portal (and another halfa) was considered an act of war and so the ghosts responded in kind. So basically all of S1 occurs fairly close to canon except ghost attacks are more violent and have increasingly more consequences as time passes. Also the attacks aren’t just in Amity Park with ghosts becoming a worldwide issue but Amity is a focal point. Regular people know the ghosts hate them though they don’t know why. Phantom is very much a controversial figure as he is a ghost but also clearly is fighting off the more violent ghosts. 

One day, not long after the events of Control Freaks, Amity Park wakes up to find three of their own are gone. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are nowhere to be found. There’s a massive manhunt, the parents go on TV and beg for information but they cannot be found. Curiously enough, town hero Phantom was also missing. There’s some evidence they left of their own volition so the Mansons and Foleys eventually relent that the kids fled on their own. The Fentons are 100% certain the kids were stolen/killed by ghosts as a statement. And the fact that Phantom went missing around the same time means he was the one who killed them. Jazz knows Danny was Phantom but had no idea what was going on and knew her parents wouldn’t listen she just, kept quiet and privately tried to piece together what happened. 

Three years pass and finally it looks like the Ecto War is coming to a close. Young, naive ghosts attempted to raise Pariah Dark in a bid to win. It went disastrously but Phantom (who was periodically spotted around the world, deep in the worst battles of the war) and group of loyal allies subdued the king. By the law of ghosts, Phantom was named heir apparent and he declared that the fighting would stop. Humans and ghosts would have to negotiate and co-exist in peace. But he’s not king yet, no he needs to be crowned at the place where it began, Amity Park’s Fenton portal (”where it all began” has a double meaning of the beginning of the war but also symbolically where Phantom began as Kings assume the crown where their living life ended to show their abandonment of their first life and the commitment to their second). Amity is NOT happy to hear that their former hero is coming home.

Amity has been through the wringer, ghost attacks got pretty bad. The Fenton’s throw themselves into their work to cancel out the grief, they create a group of ghost hunters nicknamed the Reds (for their red blood, ghosts are nicknamed Greens) to control the threat. Valerie heads the young adult division and is considered one of the best, she drops out of school to devote herself to it full time. Oh also her dad is now the Mayor as most have died or didn’t want the job. There are still people who like Phantom and see him as a hero (a lot of Casper Kids) but it’s generally an unpopular opinion in town. Maddie and Jack are ready to obliterate the ghost that took their son’s life the moment he’s within city limits. It’s a powder keg ready to blow. It all comes to a head when Phantom and his entourage arrive.

First off, Phantom looks very different, much less human looking than when he left. He’s clearly aged like a normal teen but his eyes look much, much older.  His skin is dead white with a blue tinge to it from his ice core and his aura is super cold. His hair is longer and is very misty that kind of swirls around him and his has fangs and claws. When he’s deep in battle or his obsession, his sclera turn black and he looks scary af. His entourage is ghosts who have sworn loyalty to him, who he picked up along the way after battling beside them for 3 years. Fright Knight, Skulker and Frostbite are recognizable allies. They are not happy that their future King is back in Amity (secretly fearing they’ll lose him once more to his human life). J&M have a shot and are going for the kill when they see something that shocks them; Sam and Tucker are in Phantom’s entourage.

There had been whispers that Phantom interacted with humans, that humans were in his inner circle but this is something else together. And so are Sam and Tucker. Sam is Phantom’s General, she is talented and collected and half feral. She used to be a pacifist but the trials of war and understanding that peace sometimes needs to be fought for made her compromise. She’s covered in scars and an extremely talented fighter. She’s missing her right hand up to her forearm, she can form a ‘phantom limb’ (basically borrowing ectoplasm from her future ghost) to do some things with some powers. Tucker is the support, he uses human and ghost tech to organize, weaponize and generally keep things running. He’s covered in homemade tech (shields and weapons and computers) and he rarely removes. Both he and Sam have kinda forgotten how to interact with and really BE human after so long among the dead. They had attempted to conceal themselves but they had forgotten how strong parental love and recognition is. J&M want to know about Danny, the teens don’t know how to respond but assure them he’s alive. Phantom can’t bring himself to look at them.

This is where I start to lose track of things but there will be parallels of Valerie/Maddie vs Sam as female warriors on opposite sides who are willing to go behind, possibly compromising the things important to them, for victory. Tucker will be contrasted against Jack/Jazz as the one making weapons but also generally keeping the human parts of the team mentally/physically afloat. *Severe* PTSD for all three of them. They’re also unnaturally codependent on each other, get super anxious when one of the trio is out of sight and sleep in a big cuddle pile. They will fucking Kill You if you look at one of them wrong. Vlad will be involved, he had been jailed for war crimes but convinced Walker to stage a coup to overthrow Danny and take the crown before he’s actually declared King and is too powerful. Vlad is more unhinged here, more ghost than human (a hint on what could happen to Danny if he’s not careful). He is eventually defeated but he sacrifices his life for ghost power which, in the end, is what makes him able to be beaten.

 There’s lots of ideas on what it means to be live or dead and where the divide really is, is it a heartbeat or it is how you choose to use your existence. On how duty shouldn’t mean you need to give up everything. Because Jack and Maddie believe that Phantom killed their son and, in a way, they’re right. Before they left, the ghost war had gotten so bad and the rumors of Dark being resurrected were going around. Amity attacks were at an all time high, people in their school were being killed just because Danny went there. He realized he had to choose between Fenton or Phantom and he chose to protect the world. He abandoned his human identity and went off to fight in war. Tried to convince Sam and Tucker to stay but they followed him through hell and back. Because Danny spends so much time as Phantom, Fenton is severely neglected. His long hair is cool and floaty as Phantom but is unkempt and stringy, hanging in his face as Fenton. He’s wan and underweight and looks like a walking corpse. He knows his human half will give out soon if he doesn’t give it more attention but he just can’t there’s too much to do, too many people to save.

It would end with Danny being outed to the town, not the world, just the town. Jack and Maddie need to recon with the fact that their boy DID leave of his own choice but only because their failure to protect him (from both the portal and ghosts) made him feel he had to take all this responsibility on his shoulders. Danny also has to recognize that he (and Sam/Tuck) can’t do all this on their own and they can trust and rely on the people around him. Phantom is crowned King but he decides Amity will be his base. The trio eat more, sleep some, catches up on school all the while continuing their duties as King and court. The ghosts also see that Phantom’s humanity isn’t a weakness but a strength and will bring peace to the Earth/Zone so they also take some of the burdens off his shoulder. 

Basically I load up heavily with angst at the beginning and end with all the love and comfort imaginable. I just can’t fucking figure out the middle and my motivation will not let me write this shit out. But I can’t let this AU die bc it fucking keeps me up at night.

[snackleggg]

Guardian Spirit au

Danny is a Guardian Spirit, except Guardian Spirits in this au are truly terrifying.

They focus a lot more on the guarding aspect of being a Guardian Spirit then being comforting or approachable, so they look terrifying. Like a massive chimera of different animals and eldritch abomination looking stuff.

Guardian Spirits are generally some of the most powerful ghosts and most ghosts know not to mess with them unless you want to have a second funeral. They are also usually mistaken to be demons and malevolent spirits by humans even though they just want to guard the thing they are guarding and be left alone.

Appearances are deceiving in this case bc even though Guardian Spirits look terrifying as heck they are usually pretty docile and kind as long as you dont try to hurt/take the thing they are guarding.

For example Pandora is a Guardian Spirit, most Guardian Spirits are animalistic in appearance with Pandora being one of the few exceptions (though that doesnt mean they have less sentience or intelligence, they just look like animals and can usually talk as well)

Anyway back to Danny, because of the nature of his creation and of course his obsession his ghost half ends up being a Guardian Spirit. Unfortunately he drew the short end of the stick and instead of looking vaguely human in his ghost form like Pandora he looks absolutely terrifying.

He's about the size of a two story building (maybe a little bigger). He has huge feathery wings, a scorpion tail, is four legged with bird feet with sharp talons, has thick white fur all over the rest of his body, and of course he has an elk skull as a head. His eyes are still glowing green but it's just the iris and pupil, the selera is pitch black in the sunken eyes of the skull.

Thankfully he only looks like that in ghost form. Not so thankfully this monstrous appearance obviously doesn't help disprove his parents claim that all ghosts are emotionless monsters that need to be eradicated.

Protecting Amity park is easier in this au since most ghosts take one look at Danny's ghost form and just nope out of there. The exceptions being Skulker (who wants to catch Danny even more because he is a halfa AND a guardian spirit) and Box ghost who is just stupid about not angering incredibly powerful being.

Danny goes through an angsty faze of "am I a monster?" But his friends and soon his sister pull him out of that and when they meet Pandora and they find out that Danny is a Guardian Spirit the boy accepts and is happy with this part of himself.

The main threat to Danny in this au are his parents and the GIW since of course a giant ghost monster that appears from nowhere and disappears seemingly into thin air attracts more attention and seems like a bigger threat.

Meanwhile Danny is just trying to get by. Sometimes he goes through partial transformations that are troublesome to deal with without anyone noticing (these include: scorpion tail, the wings, having the top of the elk skull appear on his face sort of like a mask he can take that one off of his face and it dissipates but the other ones are actually part of his body)

In this au he meets other Guardian Spirits (tho Pandora is basically like his unofficial mentor/mom), has to avoid the GIW and his parents, has to try and convince the town that the scary looking huge chimera is NOT going to hurt anyone, and also deal with Vlad trying to capture him to work for him like his vultures do (Vlad has no idea Danny is the Guardian Spirit in this au, he is increasingly annoyed that this Guardian Spirit keeps foiling his plans to kill Jack)

Also I might throw in some Ghost king Danny just because I think Guardian Spirit!Danny would beat Pariah Darks ass. Plus the image of a crown that looks so tiny in comparison with Danny's huge elk skull head is just hilarious (tho I'd probably have it so the crown of fire changes based on the king so it would probably change to be big and intimidating to fit on Danny's ghost form's head, but change to a normal size whenever he changes back to human)

The partial transformations are caused bc Danny has to transform into his ghost form at least every few days or else it starts transforming on it's own so yeah Danny can't have his ghost form lay low even if there arent any ghosts attacking Amity.

[ssgoosecookie]

Ghost enough

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Of his two friends, Danny would have thought Tucker would suck him into a Fenton thermos first. After all, his aim was notoriously bad and the humour was right up his alley. Unfortunately, it wasn’t funny, and so it was Sam who had pointed the thermos at him.

A few weeks after the Lunch Lady, shortly after Skulker, before they really got into the swing of ghost fighting, and before Danny even discovered his ghost ray, Tuck suggested they go out on a patrol.

“We need more practice. Skulker almost wasted us,” Tucker said. “We need to grind out a few more levels before he comes back.”

“I’m in! Sam, ‘grind out levels’ means to get some experience by fighting low level monsters,” Danny said.

Sam rolled her eyes elaborately. “Whatever. I’m coming to make sure you two idiots don’t get killed.”

Which was unfair. Despite going out a number of times, they’d barely been in danger since the Skulker thing. Despite Amity Park being the “most haunted city in America”, they mostly found ghost animals. They still terrorized people, seeming unable to help themselves (the ghost mice that had backed some bakers almost into their oven being simultaneously the worst and most laughable example of this), and so Danny and his friends needed to go around and vacuum them up. But not scary. Barely dangerous.

It was almost routine. Danny’s ghost sense would trigger, sending him off in a direction until they heard screams. Then Danny would rescue whatever human was screaming, usually by punching the ghost, and then hit and kick and ram into the ghost at speed while trying to avoid having the same done to him. When the ghost was weakened, he’d throw them into the thermos’s beam, wielded by Sam or Tucker. Ding ding ding, experience!

Danny liked feeling like a vigilante super hero, like Spider Man or the Flash before he joined Justice League. Fighting was a thrill, more like a video game than Tucker knew. He could get hurt, but his ghost form was amazingly tough and so he rarely had bruises that lasted to the next day. Mistakes were easily forgiven and he always won in the end. Patrols were fun.

What they didn’t know when they set out that night was that the week of Halloween was always busy with spooks, and his first year was no exception. They normally found one ghost attack per night. That night there was another one every time they turned the corner.

The moon was nearly full, the only light on an abandoned street in a commercial district barring ghostly glow. Danny was in his fifth or sixth wrestling match. This one was with a ghost ape who looked so much like Samson it could be her sister. Though considering they were three blocks away from Amity Park Zoo, she was more likely a dead aunt, or grandmother, or mother…

Danny shifted his weight and flung the ghost off his body, trying to shake away the thought of this being a dead ape. She was a ghost and that was all that mattered. Plus, she was fast and terrifyingly strong, which he was reminded of when she bounced back up and tried to strangle him.

He was starting to feel his fatigue as a heaviness in his limbs, a lethargy before his powers activated, none of which was helped by the hands that closed around his windpipe. He couldn’t hold them back, scrabbling for purchase.

This was feeling less like a video game every moment. He didn’t have extra lives.

“Put him down!” Tucker yelled, and lobbed a rock at the gorilla’s back.

It wasn’t much, but the ghost wasn’t smart either. She turned to snarl at Tucker, whipping Danny around in front. Her fingers loosened just slightly. Danny worked his fingers between her hands and his throat.

“Uh… nice monkey…” Tuck said, backing away.

“Don’t harass the animals, Tucker!” Sam said. “Now, Danny!”

“All right, King Kong,” Danny said, flexing hard and ripping the gorilla’s hands from his neck. “You’ve climbed your tower. Now it’s time to come down.”

Danny grabbed the gorilla’s wrists, spun, and flung the gorilla towards Sam. Grinning, she uncapped the thermos, hit the button and activated the beam. Danny saw it coming in slow motion, engulfing the ape, and continuing on towards him.

From the moment Danny first used a thermos against the Lunch Lady, he knew that, at some point, someone would point it at him. He comforted himself thinking he was too solid, too human, to be reduced to energy swirling in the thermos.

He’d felt the suction before, of course. Sam and Tuck had been his thermos wielders almost since day one and the beam often skirted him. But he’d always been able to resist it. He was only half ghost, after all.

What a load.

The beam lit him up and what had been mild suction turned into an inevitable slide. Danny screamed—he couldn’t help it—and tried to fling himself away. Out of the light. Anything. But it held him tight like a tractor beam, and he felt the newly familiar but weird sensation of his form stretching. Spaghettifying. Thinning. Disappearing.

“Danny!”

A single look at Sam’s horrified face and then… nothing.

The thermos compressed him down to a thimble of size and tossed him, his non-body, to mix with the other ghosts inside the thermos. His body was gone but he could feel them, the other ghosts, sliding through him, giving him quick impressions of gorilla, squid, wolf, blob thing, all quiescent and resting. Only Danny was awake and frantic.

Danny was not too ashamed to admit that he freaked out. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel anything. He wanted to struggle but his muscles were gone. He screamed inside his mind.

He was only half ghost. He had a heartbeat and he needed to breathe and eat and… had the thermos killed him? Was he fully dead now? Was his human body somewhere out there, slumped over and he was only the ghost left behind?

Unable to help himself, Danny rocketed from one end of the the thermos to the other, searching for an exit, finding only the confines of the thermos. There were no gaps. No flaws. The thermos was his parents best invention to date. Built to contain ghosts.

And he was a ghost.

“Oh god, where did his body go? I thought he couldn’t…”

“Obviously he can! Oh man..”

“Tuck, what do we do?”

“Let him out!”

“All the other ghosts are in there!”

He could hear. Sam and Tucker were out there, somewhere. Danny strained his… not ears, not anymore. He had no ears, or eyes, or anything resembling humanity…

It was hard to hear them, to concentrate on what they were saying. They sounded worried. Frantic. Danny churned with anxiety, wanting to slam up against the edges of the thermos, but he was nothing. Energy swirling around a lunch container.

“We can catch them again. Let him out!”

Clanking, like rings on plastic-metal, and then nothing. Emptiness descended on him again, maddening in its absoluteness.

Oh god, let me out, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be a ghost.

Light! He inflated like a balloon, swelling and gaining mass. He slammed into something (but he could feel) followed by four other thumps. Everything was too bright. Too loud. Too close. His body remembered gravity and he collapsed in a heap.

But he was solid.

On all fours, Danny clutched his fists against the ground. He had ribs and breathing and his hands inside his gloves and the ground, the blessed ground, and air against his face. It was the best thing he’d ever felt.

The thermos powered up again. Purely on instinct, Danny flung himself off the ground and was across the room before he was fully aware of what was going on. He stopped halfway through the wall. Sam sucked up the other dazed ghosts and capped the thermos.

Tucker approached Danny like he was a wild animal, holding his hands out and speaking kindly. “Hey man, you okay?”

Danny pulled himself out of the wall and forced himself to laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine. That was… that was weird.”

Tuck accepted the deflection and relaxed. “Yeah! Man, I did not know that would happen.”

“Me either,” Danny said. Understatement of the year.

“I’m so sorry, Danny,” Sam said, shoving the thermos in her bag. “I didn’t think that…”

“It’s okay! No harm done.” Danny said, waving his hands.

Danny didn’t feel okay, but he wasn’t shaking either. He didn’t feel faint. His heart wasn’t skipping, his bowels stayed firmly in place, and overall he didn’t feel like he was freaking out. But he very much was, inside.

Did his ghost form not have enough of a nervous system to freak out? He could get angry, sad, happy, and a variety of other emotions, but he couldn’t recall his ghost form ever having a physical response to an emotion. His heart didn’t clench. He didn’t burst into tears. His skin didn’t crawl, his throat didn’t close up. He was okay and somehow that was not okay.

Danny desperately wanted to be human again. He wanted to feel. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t dead.

He wanted to freak out alone.

“It’s getting late,” Danny said, stretching as if he was tired. “That’s enough patrolling for one night.”

Sam checked her watch. “Might even make it for curfew.”

“Sweet.”

They split, Tuck and Sam heading off on their scooters. Danny waited until they left, checked for people, and then went human.

It took three seconds for it to crash down over him. Danny sank to the curb and put his face in his hands.

He was human. He was. He was solid (usually) and visible (mostly) and not dead (sometimes). He was breathing. His heart beat. He was human.

He could breathe. In, out. Jazz always said to breathe. Maybe not that fast, or that unevenly, or with hiccups at the end, but he was breathing.

“Danny?”

His head jerked up. Sam stood at the end of the street, pushing her scooter, helmet still on. Danny hastily wiped his face—when had he started leaking?—and jumped to his feet.

“I’m fine. Just… resting, I was tired, I’ll go home now. Night Sam!”

“Danny.”

Sam said his name quietly, without judgement, and it stopped his babbling dead. Danny clenched his hands.

Sam set her kickstand and pulled off her helmet while walking closer. He averted his eyes and stared at the asphalt instead of her concerned face.

“You’re not okay, are you?”

Danny hesitated, then mutely shook his head. Sam sat down on the curb and patted the spot he’d been. Danny sank into it.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said. “I should have been more careful.”

“Am I dead?”

Her head whipped around. “No! Of course not.”

“I fit in a thermos, Sam. My body was gone.” Danny gathered up the denim of his jeans in his hands. “What if I died and I’m just a ghost good at pretending to be human, and my body is fried somewhere inside the ghost portal…”

“Danny. Shut up.”

He shut, but the worries kept churning away inside him. Like churning through the Fenton thermos, back and forth, with no way out.

Sam took his hands to jerk him out of his thoughts. “I know you’re not just a ghost. Every ghost we’ve ever met has had a one track mind. Even Skulker was smart but not complicated. He’s a hunter, the end. They’re not capable of the same level of human thought.”

“What if haunting us is just their day job or whatever and they actually have a rich home life?” Danny muttered.

“If they’re out in the world, they’re obsessed. You’re not like that. You’re the same as you were before. You’re still Danny.”

Danny pulled his hands away from hers. “I could still be a ghost.”

“Maybe,” Sam said. “We might never knew exactly what happened with the Portal. But who cares? You’re still passing classes, and chilling with me and Tuck, and playing your stupid video games, and making lame puns, and more importantly, you’re using your ghost powers to save the people of Amity Park from dangerous ghosts. If you are a ghost, you’re a good ghost.”

Danny rubbed his face and the drying tear stains there, not even caring about the jibe to his jokes. “I guess.”

“I know.”

“It’s still weird.”

“Oh yeah. Fortunately for you, Tuck and I thrive on weird.”

Sam gave him a hug around the shoulders. She smelled like fruity shampoo and a little sweat from running around for patrol. Danny rested his head against hers, grateful he could feel and smell and see her.

After a few more seconds, she let him go and dug in her bag, producing the thermos. “I forgot to give you this.”

Danny took it from her with mixed feelings. “Is that why you came back?”

She shook her head. “I saw the light from your transformation. Tuck did too. He was gonna miss curfew so I said I’d see what was going on.”

“I’ll call him later,” Danny murmured.

His one hand nearly fit all the way around the outside of the thermos. It was so small.

Sam put her hand on his again. Danny appreciated the comfort, that she’d come back for him. Maybe it didn’t matter how ghostly he was. She accepted him anyway. She and Tuck both.

In a low voice, Sam said, “I promise I’ll never point it anywhere near you again.”

Danny shook his head. “If there’s a dangerous ghost and you have to risk it, you do what you have to do. Now I know it can happen, I’ll avoid it too.”

“Sounds like it was pretty terrible.”

“It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was… disorienting. Small.” Danny ran his hands over the surface of the thermos, feeling the solidity of it. Not sure how to explain how nothing he’d been. “I was mostly freaking out because…”

“You didn’t know if you were dead?”

“Yeah.” Danny looked at the palm of his hand. “In some ways I feel exactly the same. In others…” he made his hand disappear. That tingly energy lived under his skin, like the Portal had continued sparking inside of him.

“You took something that could have been really traumatic and turned it into something positive,” Sam said. “I admire that. That’s why Tuck and I are trying to help you do this. Maybe you didn’t pick it, maybe we don’t know all the consequences yet, but we’ll figure it out. Together.”

“Yeah,” Danny said. He sighed, blowing the hair out of his face. “You’re right. Thanks, Sam.”

“Any time.” Sam quirked an eyebrow. “And now, maybe you have more appreciation for the plight of factory farmed animals.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Sure, Sam.”

“Shoved into a tiny cage for their entire short lives, force fed antibiotics, living in their own waste, and killed brutally just to support this world’s overconsumption habit. It’s disgusting.”

While she was talking, Sam stood and offered Danny a hand. He took it.

Sam gave him a ride home on her scooter, talking all the while about the evils of commercial animal farming. Danny held onto her waist and sank into the familiar rising and falling of her voice, letting it soothe the last of his anxiety.

So maybe he was using patrols to distract himself from the question of whether he actually was a ghost. He’d told himself he had super powers, because if he said ghost powers, well that would mean he was a ghost. No different than that mindless gorilla, or the ectopuses, or the Lunch Lady with her mood swings of doom. Somehow, that turned their patrols from an action-adventure video game to some kind of survival horror. Sam and Tucker would never see coming that the real ghost was him all along.

But Sam and Tuck didn’t care if he was a ghost, and if they didn’t, why should he? She was right about one thing: he still felt like himself. He wasn’t obsessed like Lunch Lady or Skulker. The only major thing that had changed since his accident was being banned from handling glassware at school. He’d made the decision to fight ghosts a full month afterwards.

He was still himself, even as a ghost. His human form was mostly human, and his ghost form was mostly ghost, but he was always Danny. Maybe that was enough.

(It wasn’t always.)

[survivingnightbyday]

the amount of attention part one of my Context/marvel-danny phantom WIP received makes me feel very emotional, thank you.

In that same sentence, I have more motivation to not put it down! Yay! So.

I have headcanons. Or kinda notes about what was going on.

Edit I meant to put this in a queue, crap.

So! Most of the time, Danny phantom is placed in like early EARLY 2000s right? Marvel is ever so slightly ahead of that. So... I'm skewing the timeline! Anything that's Avengers takes place AFTER individual movies (so Iron Man the trilogy are before the first movie) because I despise the time gaps and I would rather not write about those (unless I fill it with drama about Danny trying to get Amity Park back under control and Ghost Politics)

I mean, my general sense for both (no matter how many times I watch marvel, I always space out smh) of the timelines are already murky. But this'll take place like a year after the accident I think, and a week before summer break. I just got out of highschool, I do Not Want To Write About It.

So Danny's still pretty young. Anyways. The chitauri invasion is a couple of days after Part 1. Not many, but like one or two. Yeah... uh... Danny's getting out of school early. His family are Freaking Out. As is the rest of Amity Park. Phantom is gone, and the ghosts are ALSO freaking out because their resident playmate and territory protector is GONE so new not so nice murdery ghosts are starting to be a bit... attracted to the resident town with a hole in reality in it.

So, Strange and Wong are the ones who summoned Danny. They don't know everything about the future, but they know enough that they need backup. Stuff is going to go Down, and that's kinnnda scary. So they want to get the Ghost King to make a deal with them. If it gets too bad, the Ghost King can put the people in the GZ or help out in general.

The thing is... Pariah Dark is a known cruel king. The order (i forgot what they were called ;-;) have dealt with him before, and they are Not keen to do it again. However, Strange being Strange decides that future events are more dangerous than a pissy ghost king.

...they aren't expecting a pint-sized baby-face ghost. Who talks about Pariah like he's a toddler throwing a tantrum.

And who can break out of ghost barriers and time-pauses, apparently.

Danny's had enough close encounters with timelines and time magic/energy stuff to build up a bit of a... resistance. Add to his halfa status and general overpoweredness, and he can do a LOT of reality breaking. If he leans into one side more though, he can mess himself up. Like if he's being Danny Fenton and is showing off ghost powers, he could end up puking ectoplasm as a sign of straining himself. If he's Danny Phantom (only Amity people know him as Danny Phantom though) and straining his more human qualities, his core starts hurting. Badly. (This leads into smth else that I have a plan in mind for but I'm not getting into.)

Back to Strange's and Wong's POV. So, they tried to catch him when he broke the barrier via utilizing timepausing (i cannot for the life of me remember the actual term), but as most know that doesn't work. Danny gets out of the house, and vanishes.

...Strange and Wong are having both an argument and a mental breakdown at the same time. Did they just accidently unleash some new overpowered ghost or-?

Who even WAS that and WHY did he show up when they summoned the Ghost King?

Unless...

[thesoulspulse]

Regarding My Good Vlad AU (Alternate Timeline)

I mentioned in the other posts about my Good Vlad AU that his timeline would be very different than the canon one which is similar to what I tried to do in my fanfic “Lost Soul”  which is about a genderbent Danny and unlike this AU still has semi-villainous Vlad from the get-go. That said, this Vlad has a bit of a dark side too but it’s not for the same reasons. My Good Vlad is more like a spoiled man-child who doesn't know any better not to be selfish sometimes so Danny has to keep him in check and he’s not afraid to pull his punches when it comes to making others regret ever messing with Vlad Masters or his son-in-all-but-blood. And in exchange Vlad helps protect him and offers the guidance Danny never got from him in the show regarding his powers so he had to learn about everything on his own...

Yes Vlad, you get to be a good guy! Let’s find out how by going over some important plot points that would have either never happened or I'd have to change to fit this AU.

To keep things organized let’s go by season!

Season 1:

Bitter Reunions

As explained in an earlier post, this Vlad actually wanted to reconnect with Jack since they reconciled after the accident and planned to tell him and Maddie his secret at the reunion. All that changes when Danny’s secret is revealed to him too after their fight the night before when Vlad accidentally knocks him out while defending himself. He manages to talk to Danny later privately in his lab the next day and not only apologizes for the misunderstanding but offers to help Danny, giving him plenty of time to think about his offer to start training together.

Shades of Gray

Instead of making Valerie a ghost hunter to spy on Danny, Vlad makes her one as a way to help lighten Danny’s workload from dealing with so many ghosts. Vlad is still keeping tabs on Danny but it’s more to make sure he’s not up against something he can’t handle on his own.

Maternal Instinct

This never happened because for one thing, this Vlad realized years ago that it wasn't love he felt for Maddie it was a deep admiration. Not only that, but he just wants to be a part of their lives again since they stayed friends before drifting apart as Vlad's stay in the hospital lasted longer than expected and he insisted that Jack and Maddie go back to living their lives until he recovered. Plus, this Vlad is an avid supporter of animal rescue whether they’re living or ghost so he'd never experiment on them like he did in this episode.

Million Dollar Ghost

Again, Good Vlad would never do this to Danny since he cares so much about him and doesn't want to make his life even harder. If anything, he'd put a price on the head of any ghost who dares to seriously injure Danny or personally hunt them down himself to punish them. Nobody messes with his little badger and gets away with it!

Season 2:

Reign Storm

If this happens, it's only because Good Vlad had good intentions at heart and wanted to take the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage away from Pariah Dark and never imagined opening the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep would actually wake the Ghost King up. Think of it as a more innocent fruitloop moment where Vlad just does things his way to try and help and it goes horribly wrong. He feels guilty about it too and Danny's just really exasperated with him the whole time they're trying to stop him and his army together.

The Ultimate Enemy

Technically speaking this never would have happened because the only reason Dan was created is because Vlad's 'evil ghost half' corrupted Danny's and drove him mad. So in this case, even if Danny lost his friends and family, Vlad would do everything in his power to help Danny recover emotionally from the terrible loss.Not to mention this Vlad isn’t really evil, he’s just super scary if you hurt the people he cares about. And since they're on good terms in this AU Vlad wouldn't be dumb or selfish enough to resort to the whole 'remove his humanity' nonsense just to win Danny over.

Secret Weapons

Even if Danny and Jazz still got into a fight, Jazz would have no reason to try to expose Vlad like she tried to in the show to prove to her brother she can be helpful. In fact, maybe this could actually be how Jazz discovers Vlad's half-ghost too since they never got around to telling her. Maybe she becomes curious to find out more and when Danny goes there to get her back since she was upset with him, Vlad helps smooth things over and offers to help Jazz at least learn some basic self-defense so she can help Danny by not putting herself in harm's way.

Masters of Time

Honestly, I might be able to still get this to work if Vlad gets ecto-acne again because of one of his own experiments gone wrong (which lets face it is probably what happened in the original episode off screen because canon Vlad originally planned to infect Jack to give him a taste of what he went through) and Danny asks to go back in time to find a way to fix this not because Vlad blackmails him, but because he cares about his uncle/mentor a lot. And instead of trying to stop the accident from happening Danny's curious to learn more about Vlad's past and goes to see him at the hospital, shocked to discover how many of the same ghost power problems they shared after what happened to them so it becomes an indirect bonding moment for them. Maybe Danny even comforts Vlad during a particularly bad day at the hospital and sits in the room with him invisibly all night to make sure he'll pull through.

Kindred Spirits

As much as I love Danielle and wish the other clones had more of a chance in life to be part of Vlad's family and turn a new leaf for the guy, my Good Vlad would never feel the need to clone Danny since they're already as close as they can be even if he knows Danny can never officially be his son even if he treats him that way. And he wouldn't dare break Danny's trust by cloning him without permission just to have a family of his own. Someone suggested that maybe the Guys in White could clone Danny instead but the problem there is they're part of the government and it would have given away Danny's secret about being half-human too since they'd have a genetic match on record from when he was born.

Season 3:

Eye For An Eye

I'm going to say Vlad still becomes mayor in this AU but it's because he wants to implement more policies to keep the ghost population under control for Danny's sake. It's not to spite him like in the canon episode. I did something similar in my fanfic “Lost Soul.”

Infinite Realms

This definitely still needs to happen but because Good Vlad absolutely loves collecting magical/supernatural artifacts. So this time when Vlad steals it from Danny, Danny only chases after him because Vlad's acting like a kid with a new toy he doesn't want to give up and keeps causing trouble with so it's more of a comical episode. Oh and by the way, Vlad doesn't use Blood Blossoms against him this time around either. Vlad does something else to keep Danny and his friends busy so he could snag the map to begin with. So really, it would all just be a big game of keep away until Danny finally catches him and convinces Vlad to give the Infimap back to Frostbite.

Torrent of Terror

Instead of controlling Vortex as a means to look good to the masses during a massive heatwave in Amity Park, Vlad does it to genuinely help out in his own special Vlad-way and again it goes horribly wrong and Danny has to help him fix this mess. Good Vlad wouldn't run away from this fight either like canon Vlad did so maybe he just gets knocked out or something, not sure. Plus if Danny ended up with weather controlling powers it might actually be kinda fun for Vlad and Danny at first and they bond by pulling pranks on other people until it becomes clear that they still need to deal with Vortex, not to mention changing the weather at will would be even harder to hide from Danny's parents than his usual ghost powers.

D-Stabilized

Again, if Vlad never clones Danny, then Danielle wouldn't exist for any of this to happen sadly.

Phantom Planet

Let's face it, this was all canon Vlad's fault. Good Vlad would have no reason to be in space or steal the Infimap again, or if he was studying that meteor he'd be a lot more careful and the explosion that sent it hurdling towards the Earth never would have happened since he and Danny wouldn't be fighting up there. So lets say...it still happens because it's the Guys in White looking for more methods to fight ghosts and figure the Ectoranium would be perfect for that instead? Maybe Vlad could still try to save the earth with Danny's help but isn't a total moron that reveals his secret to the world, rather as mayor he works WITH Danny Phantom and the other ghosts for the sake of both their worlds since they're flip sides of each other.

Then, like Valerie, maybe Vlad makes that team of ghost hunters to help Danny live a normal life where he doesn't have to fight ghosts so he can relax instead and hang out with his friends. But then the Disasteroid thing happens and he has to get back to work by convincing the ghosts to help them save the world with the plan that he AND Vlad came up with as soon as they realized they can't touch that meteor. Of course, after all is said and done it's revealed that the Guys in White were responsible and Vlad motions to have them permanently disbanded or put under new management, aka his so he can keep them in check personally so they can never go after him or Danny.

[briarlovesu]

Lore vs Story

So, I was thinking about Marvel and FNAF and the degrade of both and it looped around to thinking about the third season of Danny Phantom. They all have a similar problem. They’re sacrificing story for lore. For Marvel, they’re trying to connect and add so many big things that the personal interactions suffer and seem soulless. There’s a lot more wrong but that’s a big one. FNAF becomes less scary the more they try to fit lore in because they have to move away from horror setups to get some of the lore drops in.

And that moves us to Danny Phantom. I know we’re a lore heavy fandom and I love that, I do. It’s fun to talk about. But we can’t fall into the same trap as the third season. For the most part we don’t, the hc that Danny is the Ghost King is a good example. Does it make sense lore wise? No, not at all. Pariah still exists and other ghosts have to have beaten Danny by now. Is it good story? Yes. It forces a new responsibility onto Danny in a series about a teen struggling with his choices and interpersonal connections. It’s fun for story because it focuses on what Danny would do if this was thrust upon him.

The third season abandoned story to have heavy lore. Urban Jungle is the perfect example for this. That episode gave us so much good lore that I will forever be grateful for it. Undergrowth alone is worth so much for digging into. Then you have the idea of the ghost core and Danny’s Ice powers and the hint that the yetis have super advance medical equipment. It’s story sucks though. They put so much lore into the episode that it buried everything else. Danny’s choices are ignored when they could have been the most interesting part. Sam as the villain for that episode could have brought great interactions and inner turmoil to Danny. Maybe even expand Sam’s character by revealing some of her inner thoughts that the mind control grabbed onto. But Sam was mostly ignored and it was about defeating the big bad and nothing more. King Tuck managed to hit a good balance and give Tucker his time better than Urban Jungle did.

D-Stablized on the other hand was great. It focused on Valerie’s hatred of ghosts and how far that was wiling to go. If she hated ghosts so much that she would hate a little girl too. There was also a great plot line set up that unfortunately didn’t have time to go anywhere. The whole episode was about the characters and their struggles. And it had almost no lore. There’s very little you can extract from that episode. Maybe something about Dani or the ecto-dejecto but nothing huge. Personally, I don’t like the episode much mostly because of Vlad. (Yes I know, call me what you want) But I recognize it as a well written episode. They did the only logical solution for Vlad at that point with the direction his character was going, but they did it right. That is how you do a corruption arc. They pulled no punches and went for it and I respect that.

And finally, we have to talk about Phantom Planet. We do. Because like it or not, a meteor that is made up of anti ghost material just randomly in space is great lore. How did it get there? Was it from the ghost zone or somewhere else? If it’s natural, why does it repel ghosts? It does not make for good story though. When Danny finally learns of the meteor, there is no choice. He helps with this or everyone dies. There’s no internal struggle, no way to push the responsibility off himself. In a show about a teen, his choices, and the complicated relationships with his family and friends, it takes away the choice.

Sorry for taking up everyone’s time, just some thoughts I had. Most the time as a whole we do good with balancing that.

[blu-eh]

after school summons

[AO3] 

or: Danny gets summoned. He doesn’t like it.

It starts with a tugging feeling in his very core.

Danny Fenton pauses. If there’s one thing he’s learned in the last year, it is not to ignore random things that are definitely ghostly in origin. He has just enough time to place his pencil on the desk from where he had dutifully been doing his homework—for the first time in two weeks, mind you—before his vision goes white, he hears a snap, and suddenly he’s not in his room anymore.

For a moment he’s weightless, lost in the feeling of falling. Then, his body jerks and he has just enough time to think, oh fuck—before he’s slammed to the ground hard.  His knees buckle under the unexpected weight and he goes down, clumsily, and trying not to throw up what little he’d managed to eat between homework packets.

“Ow,” Danny says.

He lies there, just for a moment, taking in the cool concrete underneath him. He tries to steady his breathing just enough so his mind can process what the hell just happened in the last thirty seconds. He’s still blinking stars from his eyes when he hears the hushed whispers echo around him and a heavy pair of footsteps approaching him. All in all, very bad signs when mysterious (and somewhat painful) things happen to you suddenly.

A gruff, questioning voice asks, “A child?”

“Oh, man,” Danny says, because that definitely does not sound good. Then he forces himself to his knees and looks up.

The first and foremost thing Danny notices is that he’s not alone. He’s on some sort of altar or platform, elevated a foot or so above the ground. A couple feet away, a group of no more than a dozen people surround him in a semi-circle, faces all covered by tattered cloaks. Another cloaked figure, dressed in much more formal robes with gold trimming, stands on the platform a mere couple feet from where Danny is. They all seem to be staring at him, waiting.

Danny hastily gets to his feet. He shifts a little into a sloppy fighting stance, just in case things were to get messy.

The dimly-lit warehouse room and the head covers don’t give him much to work with in the facial feature department, but he’s pretty confident that none of them are ghosts. Mostly from the fact that none of them are glowing and/or ranting about how much of a pain in the ass he is, but it still pays to be wary. Especially when Danny’s situations tend to quickly dissolve from bad to oh my god there are ghosts lose in Amity Park and also he maybe-sort of-possibly died in the process.  

Which brings him back to his next brilliant deduction; he’s definitely in ghost form. He definitely was not in ghost form before this. His ghost form is rather obvious considering he sticks out like a glow stick in darkness of the warehouse. He doesn’t even feel the need to check his hair color, this time, but that’s more due to the fact that he doesn’t want to take his eyes off the weird people who managed to summon him from his bedroom and forced him to change into his ghost form.

(He desperately hopes that they hadn’t seen him change—weird warehouse people are not people that Danny generally associates with secret keeping.)

“Is this a cult thing?” Danny asks before any of them can speak. He takes in white line that surrounds him, and the red liquid (which he very much hopes is not blood) used to paint runes and symbols that circle him, and their weird cloak-like robes, and says, “This is definitely a cult thing. Oh my god, did you summon me? Seriously—”

Before this, he hadn't even known he could be summoned. It's just the little ghostly things learned via accident, sometimes, that truly take the icing on the cake.

There’s a tiny spark of anxiety in his gut, but honestly there’s a large difference between humans threatening him and ghosts threatening him. On one hand, he’d take weird cultist over Skulker’s lair any day. On the other hand, pure white walls and experimentation tables aren’t super high on his to visit list either. Worst comes to worst—before they sacrifice him to some ancient gods, more likely—he puts on his scary face (and maybe adds a couple of explosions) and slips out before they even notice he’s missing.

“Silence, creature,” the robed man snaps. Danny zeros in on him and immediately deduces him to be leader from vibes alone. Also the gold trimming on his robe, which very much screams leader of weird cult that summons ghost kids.

“I—okay, you know what? That was just rude,” Danny says. He points to the white line that surrounds him, “Is that cocaine?”

Danny has a feeling he doesn’t want to know the answer to the mysterious red liquid and painted symbols, so he doesn’t ask.

“It’s salt,” one of the other cloaked figures answers, like it should be obvious.

(It’s not actually obvious, and actually leaves Danny with more questions than he started with. Mostly in the realm of how did a group of cultists summon him with salt. He knows salt is supposedly an anti-ghost measure, but Danny is pretty convinced it has little to no effect on him considering the amount of Nasty Burger fries he’s consumed haven’t taken him out yet.)

“Salt,” Danny repeats. He pauses, then awkwardly tags on, “That’s good, I guess, because drugs are bad. Uh, don’t do drugs.”

A cultist quietly, and a little slowly, answers back, “We, uh, don’t.”

“Right,” Danny says. His eyes catch another section of weird in this already weird, cultist warehouse. At the base of the platform sits a variety of bones, so fresh that some of the muscle still clings to them. “Are those bones? Oh my god, did you sacrifice someone? That’s not cool! Murder isn’t cool!”

“Those are goat bones,” another follower says.

“Oh,” Danny says. “Well, I mean, that’s still fucked up on a variety of levels, but I guess that’s better than murder. Unless it's considered goat murder? Uh.”

For a second, there’s silence. The nature of the interaction is so awkward and oppressing that he almost goes invisible just to save himself the scrutiny of these random people and get the hell out of dodge. His curiosity is the only thing that holds him back—that, and the fact that he’s not quite sure if any of these people are secretly hiding ecto-weapons.

Danny very much does not want to be shot tonight.

He looks around the room, eyes taking in every inch of the sparsely decorated warehouse. There’s nothing that immediately grabs his attention, nor anything that really screams danger but it pays to be suspicious of his surroundings in his line of work. A few of the cultists notice this, and start shifting awkwardly as Danny looks over them as well.

Then, Danny’s eyes flicks back to the lead cultist and he says, “I’m going to be real honest here and say that I have no idea what the heck is going on.”

The leader makes no inclination that he acknowledges any word that comes from Danny’s mouth. Instead, he brings an old, wrinkled hand up to his face, like he’s thinking about some complex problem. The leader circles Danny once, then again, and Danny feels something inside him defensively coil like a spring.

He tries not to be bothered when people treat him as something lesser—it’s not, exactly, uncommon for him to encounter. He dealt with being shoved into lockers long before he died, anyways. It doesn’t stop his shoulders from tensing just the barest amount.

Instead of showing this, he brings his feet up to his chest and crosses them mid-air, and fakes a yawn for good measure. A few of the other cultists gasp in wonder and fear. The leader simply stops his prowling and turns to face Danny.

“So this is the fabled Ghost King,” the man says, like he expected better.

Danny feels he should almost be offended if it isn’t for the tiny detail that these cultists—who summoned him by using salt and goat bones—assume he is the ghost king. “…Did you seriously confuse me with Pariah Dark?”

The man pauses, and asks, “Pariah Dark?”

“Yes! He’s like fifteen feet tall, has a huge sword, is a pain in the ass, and has, like, an entire ghost army. I have, I dunno, pre-calc homework in my bag. We are not the same.”

Some of the followers in the background shift uneasily. Danny bares his teeth in their direction, just to see them squirm. A couple take worried steps back and Danny fights off a satisfied grin.

Hey, poke a bull and get the horns. In this case, summon a ghost-teenager and get the ecto-powers.

(He’s slowly becoming more and more aware that these people have no idea what they’re doing.)

“I see,” the leader says. From his tone, he definitely does not see. “It doesn’t matter. Our book summoned the King of Ghosts and that is you, so you will do as we tell you and your pain will be lessened.”

“I am still not the Ghost King,” Danny tells him. “And no thanks. I’ve already used my yearly cult sign up and I can’t say I’m thrilled to join another. If you’re going to hold an initiation ceremony, at least decorate a bit first. Uh, not counting the goat bones and salt, of course.”

“You have no choice,” the leader snaps and steps a bit closer to him. Danny merely raises an eyebrow. “We are the Followers of Infernal. We have summoned you to serve us. You are bound to our will and bound to our grace, as the book foretold. Now bow, demon, for we are your new masters.”

There’s a very large portion of Danny Fenton that is convinced any good karma he held in life did not pass with him during his death a mere year ago. An even larger portion of him is convinced that these guys are no more serious than the GIW is. Danny does not tell the cultists this.

Instead, he squints and says, “Alright. I definitely failed US Government, but I’m pretty sure that’s not legal. Don’t you guys need like, a permit to summon undead beings of mass power?”

“It thinks it’s funny.” The leader’s face is mostly hidden by his robe, but Danny can imagine the sneer there from his tone alone.

“Trust me, I’m not the one who’s a joke right now,” Danny says. He looks back over at the dozen or so followers and grins at them. They don’t seem too keen that he’s not following their master’s orders and bending to their will. He turns back to the leader. “What’s in it for me?”

“What?”

“If I follow you and stuff, what’s in it for me?”

The leader pauses, then says, “You will be spared of punishment.”

“Hmm, that’s not good enough,” Danny says. He angles his body so he's once again looking at the followers and points at one in the middle. “Hey, you! With the cloak. No, not you, the other dude. To the left. Yeah! You. What do you have to offer me?”

The follower looks so startled that he cowers for a second. Then, seeing as he hadn’t been reduced to a pile of ashes from Danny’s gaze alone, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small and silver. “Uh, I have a paper clip, your ghostliness.”

“A paper clip,” Danny repeats. “Yeah, sure, fine. Whatever. That sounds neat.”

“You’ll submit to us?” the man sounds so hopeful that Danny almost feels bad for being a jerk. Then, he remembers that they summoned him out of his nice, warm bedroom at ass-o’clock in the night and feels significantly less amounts of pity.

“No, dude, I’m not being your sack of potatoes for a paper clip. Man, you guys are stupid.” Danny rolls his eyes and floats just a bit higher. The other followers shuffle around again, uncomfortable. In front of him, the leader remains impassive as ever. “Where even am I?”

“The lair which you will spend the rest of your afterlife,” the leader says.

“Okay, this is definitely a warehouse, firstly. And secondly, dude, I meant what state.”

“…Wisconsin,” the man allows because of course everything terrible happens in Wisconsin.

“You chose the worst state to have your crappy lair,” Danny tells them. Now he has to fly a couple hundred miles home and hope he gets there by morning, all the while avoiding his creepy, obsessed arch-nemesis. He wonders if Vlad is even aware there’s a ghost-obsessed cult in his home state. Probably not. “Nothing good ever comes from Wisconsin. You can take that as, like, ghostly wisdom or something.”

“Hey,” one of the cultists says, offended. “The Packers are in Wisconsin.”

“Nothing good,” Danny repeats, firmly.

“Enough of this nonsense,” the leader says. “It’s trying to distract you because it fears control. Briar, bring me the orb.”

“Yes, sir,” one of them says.

The followers mutter to themselves and teeter around in their positions. The woman who spoke, on the end, bows and scurries off. Danny watches as she runs through the darkness of the warehouse, footsteps echoing around them, until he can no longer see her among the darkness.  

“Hey, if they already listen to you then why do you need me?” Danny asks. The leader doesn’t answer, so Danny floats a bit on his side and puts his arms behind his head. “What kind of orb are we talking about, anyways? Like one of those Spirit Halloween ones? Or is it more like orbeeze? I can’t saw I’m super excited from your ominous it fears control statement, but—"

“Silence, beast,” the leader says.

Danny huffs. “I’m just asking. No need to be so snippy.”  

The man ignores him which, rude. Danny’s just about to see how far he can test this guy’s patience when Briar comes back, just as quickly as she had disappeared. She jogs through the warehouse and up the steps of the platform. Danny can’t see her face, but from the way her hood moves to glace at him every so often, he figures that she’s probably nervous. Specifically about him lounging around in a circle full of salt.

“Father Johnathan,” Briar says and bows. In her hands is a glowing, silver orb. It really did look like a generic orb one would find in a Spirit Halloween. “The orb.”

“Your name is Father Johnathan?” Danny asks. He eyes the orb for a second, but doesn’t feel the tingle of ghostly energy from it, so he ignores it. He turns right back to the leader, not able to keep the grin off his face. “Your name is really Father Johnathan?”

Father Johnathan gently takes the orb in his hands as Briar scurries off towards the rest of the followers. Then, he sighs and says, “Yes, creature, my name is Father Johnathan and I shall be your new master.”

“Oh my god,” Danny says, positively gleeful. “I meet real life Papa John and he summons me with salt and threatens me with a Spirit Halloween orb.”

“Laugh all you want,” Papa John says. The nervous air shifts into something a bit more predatory. “You will not be laughing much longer.”

The cultists break into applause and talk amongst themselves loudly. They shift forward, eagerly, as if they want to watch the spectacle up close. They’re only a foot or so away from the platform when Papa John waves at them to halt.

Papa John holds up the orb. It swirls, the silver fog inside consolidating and then dissipating. Something inside it starts to glow the barest amount.

Danny pauses, just for a second, and watches it. There's still no tingle of ghostly energy coming from it. If he hadn’t already thought these guys are a joke, he definitely would’ve been a tad more nervous. As it stands, he thinks nothing of it—no ghostly energy means no control over ghosts.

(Unfortunately, he knows the feeling of ghost-controlling objects quite well. It’s not an experience he’s eager to repeat.)

The orb glows brighter, and brighter, swirling more furiously. The chatter of the cultists picks up to the point where they’re almost shouting, jeering at him. Papa John draws closer and closer, orb outstretched. He holds it through the salt line and touches it to Danny’s chest. The shouting from his followers almost becomes unbearable.

And then….nothing. The orb stops glowing. The fog inside stops swirling. It simply dies in Papa John’s hand.

“Was that supposed to do something?” Danny asks.

Papa John touches him with the orb again, a tad more forceful, so Danny assumes it was supposed to do something. From the panicked whispers around him, it definitely was supposed to do something to him. Danny’s honestly not sure if the outcome is due to him being a halfa or these guys being a joke.

(He’s willing to bet it’s the latter.)

“I think your LED batteries died,” Danny tells him. “Or maybe you mixed up your Spirit Halloween orbs. Better luck next time.”

Papa John stops furiously pressing the orb to his chest and if Danny could see his face, he has no doubts that Papa John’s expression would be livid.

“You will obey us,” Papa John says.

“No,” Danny says. “I won’t.”

“You will—”

Danny swings his feet down so hard that he cracks the very ground he now stands on. Dust kicks up around him as he stands tall, even though Danny’s at least two feet shorter than the leader in front of him. His eyes burn a brilliant green and he crosses his hands over his chest in an effort to look intimidating. The cult thing is interesting and all, but it's late, he still has homework to do, and Jazz has definitely noticed him missing by now so it's probably better to end this before they can get another object from a Spirit Halloween and try that instead.

It works, if the half-step back from Papa John is anything to go by.

“Listen,” Danny says, flatly. “Get a hobby and leave me alone or else you won’t like what I’m going to do.”

He makes his form flicker and the temperature drop in the room, just for dramatic effect.

Some of the followers in the background shift uneasily. A couple take panicked steps back. More than a few look ready to bolt for the door and leave this cult business behind forever.

Danny takes notice and stares at them, smiling wide enough that they could see his slightly-toothy grin. He makes sure his eyes flare, just a touch, and says loudly, “Boo.”

To say the cultists are startled would be an understatement. More than a few stumble back, a couple falling onto their asses. One trips on their robe and is sent tumbling. Another one yells and cowers. Papa John has no time to reign in the situation before two scatter completely.

“Peace!” Papa John shouts over the chaos of a dozen panicking followers. Those that remain do settle down enough to hear his words. “Stand down, there is nothing to fear. It is only trying to scare you into letting it free. It is trapped whilst it remains in the circle.”

Danny snorts. “I can leave any time I want.”

“You cannot leave here, demon—”

Danny raises one single eyebrow and dutifully steps out of the summoning circle.

The warehouse erupts into chaos.

The cultists are yelling now, but this time there’s only because of fear. They scatter over each other, running and tripping over their obnoxiously long cloaks. A couple trample the goat bones to the point where several loud snaps are heard over the pandemonium. It only adds more fuel to the fire as less than a dozen people scramble to get as far away from the platform—and subsequently the ghost-kid—as possible.

“Do better than a paperclip, next time!” Danny calls out to them. They only seem to run faster at the sound of his voice.

Papa John is the only one who doesn’t run. He had stumbled off the platform and away from Danny the second that Danny made it over the salt line. However, in the disarray, he had been knocked to the ground, his orb lay broken at his feet, and his robe’s hood had been yanked off and left on the ground beside him. He sits, frozen, but Danny doesn’t know if it’s from shock or from fear.

Danny takes a step closer to him.

“How…?” Papa John whispers. He’s not looking at Danny—only his old, wrinkled hands. He’s bald, with brown eyes. He looks like nothing more than any generic old man that Danny would see at a grocery store on Sunday afternoon. “We followed the book. We…we took every precaution the book said. We were supposed to have the perfect slave, bound to our every word. We…”

“That didn’t work out too well for you, huh?” Danny says and crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s ‘cause you forgot the dunce cap when you decided to be the class clown.”

“Please,” Papa John says. “Spare me.”

There’s something wrong about this—seeing a human beg for his life at Danny’s feet. Danny doesn’t want to be feared. He never has wanted to be feared.

He presses his lips together and takes a single step back. Some part of him, though, knows that he desperately needs to make his point clear to avoid another situation like this (likely with more weapons, next time).

“I warned you,” Danny says softly. His voice echoes around the warehouse. The man below him shivers in terror. “Do not summon me again, or I won’t be so nice next time.” He pauses, just for a second and can't help but tag on, "Papa John."

He lets his threat linger and hopes the man takes it seriously enough that he won’t get summoned again. Then, the cool strings of invisibility wrap around his body and he disappears from sight. Danny takes one look at the man left on the floor before he shakes his head and shoots up into the Wisconsin night sky. He doesn't hear the shouted response of it's Father Johnathan from several hundred feet below him on the warehouse floor.

Danny waits about all of thirty seconds before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"Jazz? Hey, yeah, I'm fine. Yes, seriously, I'm fine but you are not going to believe what I just went through—"