#King Danny AU

[redelliavalentinos]

? AU: I dunno. Ancient Greece? Or Rome? Whatever. Didn't get that far. But the hairpiece was fun. I figure he's an escapee from the underworld, let's say Vlad is Hades, so, Greece it is, then. And Vlad is pissed off that someone got away.

Assassin AU: I guess, an assassin for the crown that was ultimately betrayed by the crown. And now he's a killer for hire. And blind in one eye. Meh. Honestly, I put more work into the getup than the AU. Really. I erased the color panel twice. By the time I was done, I was just thrilled I was done. Open to interpretation here, do your own thing. I never played the Creed games anyway.

King AU: I don't think Danny would adjust well to being king. I imagine he'd be very miserable actually, especially cooped up in the castle. Maybe tiny morsels of Dan might slip through, like the flaming hair. Maybe instead of a crown of fire, just a crown of crystal. And the constant isolation/denial of his human form means he'd become far colder towards everyone around him and thus he's more ice based. Much more likely to rage and throw a fit, maybe even toss members of the court out of the castle himself. Maybe sit on his throne and brood quietly for hours or years on end until he finally goes insane? Tapping his fingers against the armrest until he scrapes the wood. I think a good chunk of the ghost zone would be bitter cold.

[ashspecter]

Thank you so much @frog-on-my-windowsill for your request:

Hi, you didn’t have asks open so I hope you get this, if you do could you write an au with Danny being the ghost king (like from birth), and him meeting the human ambassador for the first time, a woman named Jazz who looks oddly like him… idk where it would go from there, so I’ll leave the details to you!

I hope this is what you're looking for!

Summary:

Mortals are nothing more than harbingers of chaos. At least, that’s what King Danny believed until the balance of the universe is threatened by a hunt for supernatural artifacts. Forced into an unlikely partnership with the mortal, Jazz Fenton, he must set aside his disdain for humans to save them all.

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In Another Life

They were always so picky and demanding— curious and needy— temporary creatures. He despises that their ghosts enter his realm upon their passing. All they cause are chaos with their refusal to adhere to and understand the rules. Mortals always fail to grasp the magnitude of the universe and their place within it.

He hates meetings, especially with mortals.

He exhales, blowing out a puff of crystalized air, and props his head on his hand. The voice of the mortal representative begins to grate against his senses like nails on a chalkboard. How can she drone on for so long? How can she talk so long about schematics and issues that they have already gone over before?

He glances around the grand chamber, adorned with extraterrestrial artifacts and echoes of ancient wisdom. It’s a stark contrast to the mundane matters being discussed. His patience dwindles with each passing moment. The mortal’s words seem to blur into a monotonous drone, drowning in the vastness of his thoughts.

He contemplates ending the meeting abruptly, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. But such impulsive actions wouldn’t bode well for his reputation among the realm. Reluctantly, he tunes back into the conversation, forcing himself to focus on the details being presented.

“...Ghosts are coming through to Amity Park, Your Highness” She says, slapping her hand against a pile of log papers stacked on the table beside her, “They are searching for something.”

He straightens up slightly, a glimmer of interest sparking in his eyes at the mention of Amity Park. The realm where mortals and spirits intersect always intrigues him, despite his disdain for their constant disturbances. Ghosts wandering into the mortal realm with purpose is unusual and it piques his curiosity.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and inquires, “What are these ghosts searching for?” Despite his initial reluctance to listen to her, he finds himself drawn deeper into the mystery unfolding before him.

“That’s what we are trying to determine,” The representative says, brushing a strand of her long auburn hair behind her shoulder. She lays out a list of possible relics as she continues, “We have narrowed it down to three possibilities: the Reality Gauntlet, Pandora’s Box, and the Mirror of Worlds.”

Leaning back in his throne-like seat, he considers the implications of this newfound information. If ghosts are indeed searching for something in Amity Park, it could signify a disturbance in the delicate balance between the realms. And as the guardian of the cosmos order, it is his duty to ensure that balance is maintained.

With a thoughtful expression, he gestures for the mortal representative to continue, silently urging her to delve deeper into the details of these ghostly sightings. There is much to be uncovered, and he is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, no matter how much it may test his patience.

The woman continues her presentation, outlining the potential dangers that each item may bring if found. The realms being altered beyond recognition, armageddon for all, and the universe falling apart at the seams are all potential outcomes.

His initial irritation with the meeting dissipates, replaced by a growing sense of urgency. It becomes clear to him that he cannot simply dismiss this matter and return to his kingly duties as usual. He listens intently, his mind racing with possibilities and potential courses of action. Despite his disdain for mortals and their constant disruptions, he understands the importance of maintaining order and preventing chaos from spreading throughout the realms.

Finally, as the mortal representative concludes her presentation, he rises from his seat with a determined expression, “We must take action to ensure that these artifacts remain safe and secure lest the delicate balance of the universe be jeopardized.”

The woman stands firm with his words, “My team and I have gathered information on how and where to start looking. We are ready to assist in any way we can to prevent any catastrophic events from occurring.”

He nods approvingly, acknowledging the mortal’s dedication to the task at hand. Perhaps not all of them are as anarchic as he initially thought.

“Very well,” He says, his voice carrying an air of authority, “I will grant you the necessary resources and support to commence your investigation. Keep me informed of any developments.”

He watches as the mortal representative and her team prepare to depart, ready to embark on their mission to safeguard the realms from impending disaster. As she begins to leave the grand chamber, he takes a moment to reflect on the gravity of the situation. The fate of the universe hangs in the balance, and it falls upon him to ensure that order is maintained and chaos is kept at bay.

“I will join your search,” He adds, “When I have settled a few other affairs here.”

With a final nod of agreement, the mortal representative acknowledges his offer before exiting the chamber. Alone once more, he allows himself a moment of contemplation, his mind swirling with the weight of the task ahead.

Rising from his seat, he strides across the grand chamber, his celestial robes billowing behind him. His thoughts are consumed by the looming threat of chaos and the need to protect the delicate balance of the universe. There can be no room for hesitation or doubt. He resolves to approach this investigation with the same determination and focus that he applies to his duties. He must do whatever it takes to ensure that order prevails.

---

As they emerge on the outskirts of Amity Park, the air crackles with an otherworldly energy, a stark contrast to the serene tranquility of the Ghost Zone they’ve left behind. The king’s senses sharpen as he takes in his surroundings, attuned to the subtlest shifts in the world around them.

His most trusted knight is at his side, Fright Knight, as the humans call him and rightfully so. His imposing figure casts a shadow over the dimly lit streets, filling the space with an unusual chill. Though his appearance may strike fear into the hearts of mortals, the king knows him to be a steadfast ally, unwavering in his loyalty and dedication to their cause.

Together, they move through the streets of Amity Park, their presence cloaked in an aura of power and authority. This realm, although unfamiliar, is nothing he hasn’t seen before and he navigates it with confidence.

He keeps his keen eyes on their surroundings, searching for any traces of the ghostly presence that has drawn them to this realm. Faint wisps of ectoplasm, invisible to the common eye, cling to the air evident of recent spectral activity. However, the traces are a few days old making it faint and impossible to determine the signature. Whoever was here is gone now, having not found what they were looking for.

He exhales sharply through his nose and crosses his arms. This better not be some fool’s errand. His frustration simmers beneath the surface as they continue their search, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

Fright Knight, ever vigilant at his side, maintains a stoic demeanor as they traverse the streets of Amity Park. His eyes scan the shadows, alert for any signs of spectral activity that may elude even the king’s keen senses.

As they delve deeper into the heart of the city, the king's senses prickle with anticipation, a subtle shift in the air signaling the presence of something otherworldly nearby. He gestures silently to Fright Knight, indicating that they are closing in on their target.

Together, they move with purpose, their footsteps echoing through the empty streets as they follow the trail of ectoplasmic residue. The king's gaze sharpens as they approach a dilapidated building, its crumbling facade a stark contrast to the modern architecture that surrounds it.

Without a word, they step inside, the air thick with an eerie stillness that sets the hairs on the back of the king’s neck on end. His hand instinctively tightens around the hilt of his sword as they cautiously make their way through the shadowy corridors.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement catches his eye, and he whirls around to confront the source of the disturbance. Before him stands a spectral figure, its ethereal form pulsating with supernatural energy and shrouded with a swirling mist of midnight-blue dust. Its outline shifts and undulates, wavering between solidity and transparency as if caught between realms. Due to its instability, the specter has only a vague impression of a humanoid shape, leaving its glowing red eyes suspended alone within the swirling fog.

As it moves closer, tendrils of ectoplasmic energy curl and twist around its silhouette, lending it an ominous presence that would send shivers down any mortal’s spine. Each movement is accompanied by a faint whispering sound, a chilling echo of voices long since silenced.

The king narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on his sword as he prepares to confront the intruder. With a silent exchange of determination, the king and Fright Knight brace themselves for battle, their resolve unwavering in the face of the menace. But before they can attack, it speaks:

“My liege,” It’s voice echoes through the chamber as it inclines its misty  appearance in a ghostly bow, “I serve thee, my king.”

The king exchanges a glance with Fright Knight, both of them sharing a moment of silent communication. This unexpected turn of events has caught them off guard, and they remain wary of the shadow’s intentions.

“What is your purpose here?”

The figure hesitates for a moment, then speaks in a cryptic whisper, “I seek that which was lost.”

The king’s eyes narrow as he considers its words. There is something about its demeanor that unsettles him, a sense of hidden motives lurking beneath the surface.

“What is it that you seek?”

It wavers with uncertainty as if struggling to maintain its cohesion, “The artifact,” It finally admits, “That allows the user to shift forms, mimicking that of another from another universe.”

The Mirror of Worlds. Why is it searching for such an item? The king’s expression darkens. The said piece can not only change the appearance of the user, but allow them to travel to another world. The Mirror of Worlds is capable of disrupting the delicate balance across the entire multiverse.

“Such an object is forbidden,” He declares, his voice resonating with an authoritative echo.

The specter recoils slightly at the king's declaration, its figure trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. A palpable sense of tension rises in the air as the king and Fright Knight stand ready for whatever might be thrown their way.

“Your ambitions will only bring destruction and chaos,” the king warns, his voice carrying the weight of his celestial authority, “I cannot allow you to proceed with your search.”

The specter’s eyes narrow as it regards the king with a mixture of resentment and determination. It seems unfazed by his warning as its form pulsates with a foreboding energy, “You cannot stop me! The Mirror of Worlds will be mine, and no one can stand in my way.”

With a wave of its incorporeal hand, the specter summons forth a swirling vortex of dark energy, casting the chamber into shadow. The building quakes, threatening to collapse under the strain of the spectral power unleashed within its walls. But before the specter can unleash its full fury, a sudden burst of blinding light fills the chamber, momentarily blinding everyone within. As the glare subsides, a figure steps forward from the shadows, her presence radiating with a potent aura of over-confident mortal energy.

It’s the mortal representative who had told the king about the situation threatening the universe. Her eyes blaze with fierce determination as she places the cap back on what looks like a thermos. Then, she exhales a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging slightly with the weight of her victory.

The king regards her with a mixture of admiration and gratitude, his expression softening slightly as he acknowledges her bravery, “Well done, mortal.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” She replies, her voice tinged with a sense of satisfaction. “I’m glad I could be of help.”

The tension in the chamber dissipates, but the king is far from relaxed. He turns to his knight, expression grave as he contemplates their next course of action. This encounter gave them insight on which artifact is being searched for.

“We must ensure that the Mirror of Worlds remains hidden and protected.”

“You figured out what the rampant ghosts are searching for?”

The king nods solemnly, his gaze fixed on the mortal representative, “It seems they seek the Mirror of Worlds.”

“The Mirror of Worlds,” She echoes, her voice filled with concern, “It could destabilize the very fabric of reality.”

Fright Knight shifts uneasily beside them, “What is your plan, my liege?”

“We must secure the Mirror of Worlds before they do,” He turns to the woman, “Mortal, you have proven yourself to be a capable ally. Will you assist us in safeguarding this artifact?”

She meets the king’s gaze, “Of course, Your Highness,” she responds without hesitation. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect our worlds. And please call me Jazz.”

“Very well, Jazz,”  The king acknowledges with a nod, a faint glimmer of respect in his eyes, “If we are putting titles aside, please call me Danny.”

---

The moon rises over the tallest buildings of Amity Park, casting the city in a silver light. The shadows seem to warp, distorting the size and shape of bins and benches. Traces of ectoplasmic energy seem to follow them everywhere, but no other ghosts make any appearances.

Eventually, they reach the outskirts on the other side of the city. Here, there is a massive circus tent set up with rows of cars parked around it. The air is alive with the sound of laughter and the vibrant colors of the tents beckon them closer. However, beneath the facade of merriment, an unsettling aura lingers, sending shivers down their spines.

As they approach, they are met by a figure cloaked in shadows, his presence commanding attention despite his diminutive stature. A wicked grin spreads across his pale face as he welcomes them in.

“Ah, welcome, travelers, to the greatest show on Earth!” His voice is somehow sweet despite his presentation, “I am Freakshow, master of the extraordinary and purveyor of wonders beyond imagination!”

The king exhales. His breath puffs out white in the night air. He exchanges a wary glance with his knight. There is something more to this circus than meets the eye.

“Step right up, my friends, and behold the marvels that await you within!” With a flourish of his hand, he ushers them into a labyrinthine maze of mirrors, its twisting corridors and distorted reflections disorienting even to the most seasoned of adventurers. Before they can refuse, he shuts the curtain, sealing them within.

Their reflections fracture and distort in the myriad glass surfaces that surround them, making it difficult to find the right pathway. Each step forward seems to lead them deeper into the heart of the labyrinth, the echoes of their footfalls reverberating through the halls.

Despite the disorienting atmosphere of the trap, King Danny remains focused, his senses attuned to the subtlest shifts in the air. Jazz and Fright Knight flank him, their resolve unwavering as they trudge on.

Suddenly, they stumble upon a chamber unlike any they have been before. At its center stands a pedestal adorned with intricate carvings, upon which rests a shimmering object that pulses with an otherworldly energy— the Mirror of Worlds.

The king approaches cautiously, his hand outstretched toward the artifact. As his fingers brush against its frame, a blinding light fills the chamber, enveloping them in a kaleidoscope of colors. Bits and pieces of his life flash before his eyes, both familiar and not.

When the glare subsides, he takes a step back from the mirror. His reflection is captured within the surface. But something is different. Instead of  his own face staring back at him, he sees the image of themselves as he would appear in another world:

A young boy with raven-colored hair and glowing green eyes. He is human, but at the same time, he is not. Jazz steps into view. Her appearance is about the same, only she looks much younger than she does now. She, her reflection, wraps her arms around the not-king and hugs him. They are close? No, they are more than that.

The king blinks and turns away from the mirror. He glances at the red-headed woman standing a few feet away.

He knows her.

He adores her. 

She is his sister.

The revelation is both mesmerizing and unsettling. How are they so different in this life? What changed?

His reverie is short-lived as Freakshow’s laughter echoes through the chamber, breaking the spell, “So you’ve found my little toy, have you?”

He steps from the shadows, his arms spread wide.

The king’s grip tightens on his sword.

They have found the Mirror of Worlds, but their fight to protect the multiverse and the millions of different worlds is only beginning.

[sailor-toni]

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"Nocturne is one of the Ancients who sealed away Pariah Dark, but he doesn’t remember who the others were. His memories didn’t fade with time; they were taken. How did this happen and why?" - Prompt from Hollyflash for the Phic Phight. Updated 2021 The future Ghost King Danny Phantom is hiding from his duties in Ghostwriter's library when they discover a trail of memories that reveal a dark secret from the past.

Chapter 1: All Hail the new King

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If another person called him “Your Highness” Danny was going to flip the fuck out. Your Highness this, Your Highness that, Your Highness take this! It was going to drive him up the wall and into the goddamn moon. The worst of all was the Knight of darkness, ruler of Halloween, and former loyal Pariah apologist, Fright Knight. 

Everywhere he went, Fright Knight was there! In his homeroom, in his locker, even in his bathroom, handing him toilet paper. There were only a few times Danny was thankful that everyone knew his identity, he couldn’t even think of a way to lie to his parents about why he was screaming at an undead knight to get out of his bathroom at five in the morning, or why said Knight had cleaned his bedroom, and laid out his freshly ironed clothes for the day.

And now Danny, Tucker, and Sam were hiding in the one place the Lord of the Night would never look for them. The Ghostwriter’s library. A dusty building full of deep violet book shelves that spans far past what the exterior of the building would suggest. The years of dust and ectoplasm was leaking from the books and onto their clothes. Staining their boots as they pushed piles of tomes back on to the failing bookshelves. 

“Be careful! Those are ectoplasmic memories from the library of Alexander! If you press them too hard they will completely fade away!” Ghostwriter cried, pushing books into new makeshift piles.

“An ectoplasmic what?” asked Danny.

“Did you say those are from the library of Alexander?!” Tucker and Sam reached for the fading books.

“They are not from the library of Alexander, they are memories of the library of alexander. Just like humans and animals, items and even places with deep pain can manifest as ectoplasmic memories or after images. But unless the pain is cumbersome, the items or places only exist as a faded version of themselves. And LET GO!” he said, pulling the scroll from Sam’s hands, before gently blowing the dust off the scroll’s translucent body. 

“That’s amazing! Do you know how much lost information is in that?” Tucker said.

“ Do I know how much ? OF COURSE I KNOW! That is why I asked you to not touch it!” Ghostwriter said, shoving the scroll deep into his jacket.

 “Why do you even have that? How did you even get it?” Sam asked. 

“The Ghost Zone is a reflection of the human world. So when a person dies a most tragic and hopeless death, the reflection of their suffering gains a new miserable life in this neon green hellscape. The same thing happens to objects and even places. Once in a while the ghost zone may become a reflection of itself, though I’ve personally never seen it.” 

“What do you mean a reflection of itself? Can’t it go both ways?” 

“Can you reflect a mirror?” 

“What?” 

“Can you reflect a mirror?” Ghostwriter repeated the question but the three teenagers looked at him with blank faces. “If you stand in front of a mirror it will give you your reflection, but does it work the opposite way? Can you, a human, give a mirror its reflection?” 

“No people aren’t mirrors. Our skin is pretty solid.” Tucker said. 

“Exactly. Humans and the human world cannot give any reflections, therefore when tragedy and misery strikes in the Ghost Zone, it is like a mirror is held up to another mirror. The two reflections repeat the image over and over again until it runs out of energy. At least according to the theories I read. Most of these events don’t last more than a hundred years before they fade out.” 

“Wait, you said in theory, does that mean no one has seen one before?” Sam asked.

“That just means no one who has seen it has written them down. There are stories of ghosts seeing them, and even a stupid legend about one in the library. But I’ve never seen it.” The last part came out of his mouth like a teenager complaining about their ten o’clock curfew. “But you three are more than welcome to go exploring and find this double reflection. And leave me and my work alone.” 

“What was that last part?” Tucker said. 

“You three are free to go exploring around the library to your little heart's content.” 

“No what you said after that.” 

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything. But make sure no damage comes to my library. You might be the future king but I will not hesitate to call that dimwitted knight oliver to collect you.” Danny rolled his eyes at the treat. 

“Yeah, yeah we will make sure not to burn the place down.” Danny said. 

    As the three began to make their way down the library bookshelves, Ghostwriter disappeared into a nearby room and slammed the door shut. The twisting of the lock echoed through the quiet building. 

“Man that guy is rude.” Tucker was the first to break the silence. “Especially to the future King of the ghost zone.” 

“I know, tell me about it.” Danny said. “He should be treating the new king with a little bit more respect!” 

“Well, technically you’re not King yet. You're just a prince right now. You’re not even 18 yet.'' Sam said. 

“Yeah but Danny is almost King, and that should count for something.” Tucker said. 

“You would think but half of the Ghost Zone still treats me like I’m a kid. I’m sixteen for Christ sake!” 

‘Maybe they don’t believe you are the next king. Or maybe they don’t want a king?” Sam pondered. 

“Well if I was going to be the next king, Danny and Sam gave their friend wary looks. The school still remembered the short reign of King Tuck. “I would show them whose boss! No king can let his subjects walk all over him, that's why you have to know them down sometimes.” 

“Um Tucker? If Danny does that he would be just as bad as Pariah Dark.” 

“No Sam, I’m not saying Danny should torture or try to kill the ghost. Just ruff them up a little. Send the guards to their house, throw them in prison. People have to fear their rulers a little bit,” 

“I can’t believe you! People shouldn't have to fear their rulers! Actually if you ask me,” Nobody had. “There shouldn’t be any rulers at all! The existence of a ruler means there has to be someone below them and no human or ghost is lower than any other human or ghost! Plus the Ghost zone hasn’t even had a king for the last 300 or something years? And everything looks okay.” 

“Oh okay so you think anarchy is the best way to go? To let weaker ghost get stomp down on by the strong? Let crazy people like Walker stomp around the place setting up their own barbaric laws?” Tucker began to raise his voice. 

“Not again,” Danny groaned.

“No, I am against what Walker does, and anarchy isn’t the solution either! The ghost should come together and form a collective! That way they can decide the rules for themselves amongst themselves. That way nobody is left behind or is forgotten about.” 

“Sam,” Tucker said.

“Yes?” 

“That is communism”

“Exactly! Communism is the only ethical system of government! Down with the old class systems and usher in a new age of equality between the workers! I mean ghosts!” 

“Yes, yes we get it Sam you read Carl Marx once,” Danny sighed. 

“No Danny, think about it! Think! This is the perfect moment to establish a communist system in the ghost world! You can establish it using the power granted to you, then you can distribute it among the other ghosts, bringing them up to equal standing with the king! But there will no longer be a king, just another comrade! Plus you can get rid of Walker’s unfair prison system and free all the innocent ghosts who just wanted to see the human world again!” Sam ranted. 

“That … sounds almost perfect Sam, but let me ask you this? What happens if another ghost like Pariah Dark comes around and tries to take over?” Danny asked. 

“If all the ghosts in the ghost world have banded together to bring peace and order, they can also band together to take down any threat that comes along the way! One ghost cannot defeat a hundred ghosts.” 

“One issue Sam,” Tucker smirked. “The first time Pariah Dark rose to power no one could stop him, and it took a bunch of the most powerful ghost in existence to band together and put him in a coffin,” 

“A sarcophagus.” Sam said.

“What?” 

“He was sealed in a sarcophagus, not a coffin.” 

“Sarcophagus, coffin, whatever. He was sealed away in a fancy death box by some of the most powerful ghosts to ever exist and then Danny came in a mech suit and did it again!” 

“If Danny can do it in a mech suit (no offense Danny,) then a hundred ghosts in a hundred mech suits can do ten times as fast!” 

Danny ran his hands through his hair. This argument had been on repeat, going on and on, till Danny put a stop to it. It started with Fright Knight ramming his horse into the side of Sam’s house to announce Danny would be the next ghost king, and talks about communist revolution and whatever Tucker was saying; had become an almost daily ritual. If Vlad suddenly appeared and began to smash Danny’s head against the wall that would ALMOST be better than hearing this.

In the center of Danny back became hot and stingy, like there was a pair of lasers that had drilled themselves towards his core. Giving in, Danny slowly turned his head to see Ghostwriter peeking out from the end of the hallway. His eyes had turned a violent hue of blood red. His lips mouthing the words, “ You are too loud” . He exaggerated his lips to display a set of secondary fangs, hiding under his green gum line. Danny spun his body around like a top. Placing hands on his friend's back he gave a quick, “Hey let's do this somewhere else!” Before dragging his friends further into the deep hues of the library. The trio passed by bookshelves and glowing cobwebs of all shape and size until Danny was satisfied with the distance. 

“Yo, where are we?” Tucker asked. 

Around them the books had turned into leather covered tomes. The florescent lights above had shrunk and slimmed into metal hands holding lit blue candles that lined the wall. Around the flames hung painted portraits of those long forgotten; a woman with red boiling flame hair, a man with crystal hair and a ticking eye, and a boy with clothes as deep as the night sky stars above them, into a painted green ceiling. The green painted swirls warped around each other as the old labels hung around the castles painted upon green clouds. “The Dark Kingdom” and “The Kingdom of Dragons” were the first places that caught his eye. Sam touched one of the books, only for layers upon layers of multi-colored dust to blow into her face. 

“Fuck! How old is this place? And when was the last time they cleaned? The ice age!?” Her words were punctuated by coughs.  

“I don’t know,” Danny said, his eyes trailing along the shelves. Some of these books weren’t in English, nor did they look like any modern language. He ran his finger down one of the spines and tried to pronounce the ghost speak written on its surface, but it came out like malformed garbles. It didn’t make any sense to him, a horse on the sun? No, maybe it said horse with sun legs? That didn’t make sense either but his tongue was getting tongue tied trying to figure out what it said. 

“Where did Ghostwriter even find this stuff?” Sam shoved the book back into its spot, the dust had now turned her black clothes green and blue. 

“I don’t think he did,” Tucker said. “Look at the ceiling, see how it says Land of Ice? If you compare it to our map it is only a few miles from the Far Frozen?” 

“And what does that mean?” Danny said. 

“Well if you look at how old everything is and compare the two maps, the only thing it can be is a map of the ghost zone!” 

“But that can’t be because there is only one map of the ghost zone, and that is the infinity map.” Sam said. 

“The infinity map changes to reflect the ghost zone, but look this one isn’t moving at all. It looks like someone tried to make a normal map of the Ghost Zone.” 

“That means Kingdom of Dark is-” Danny started.

“That has to be Pariah’s old kingdom!” Tucker finished. “Wow! That must have been huge! Compare it to our map. It would've covered almost everything we know. Look! It covers Walker’s prison, Skulker’s Swamp, this Library, and even the Far Frozen!” Tucker held his map above him, his eyes switching between the two. 

“The Far Frozen? Does that mean he used to rule over it?” Sam said. 

“Yeah, whenever this was painted, Pariah Dark must have ruled over the Far Frozen. That probably explains why they don’t like him too much.” Danny said. 

“Well even if he didn’t rule over them, I don’t think they would’ve liked him anyways. It doesn't seem like the old king had many friends.” Sam said. 

“My Dad once said that the loneliest place is at the top,” Tucker said. 

“Your Dad also says that nothing is better than bacon. Not even sex,” Sam said. 

“He’s not wrong!” Tucker laughed. 

Danny was silent, he looked above to the map with his lips pressed together in a grimace. He imagined himself on the throne in Pariah’s keep, the crown and armor hung loosely around his body, its clangs and clanks resounding around the empty room. He was there alone. He floated to the ceiling and examined the map in greater detail. His friends called out for him but he waved them off. 

His hands grazed the old paint as names of places that no longer existed silently let him pass them by. The map was larger than it looked on the ground. Every nameplate was twice the size of his torso and painted in gold. It was an impressive piece of art, or propaganda. His hand ran over something cold, but not ice cold. It was more of a hollow cold, as if the warmth had been sucked out of it by a machine. Grasping the object he yanked it out of the ceiling, leaving a small hole next to the “Nightmare estate” plate. The object was a glass ball filled with black inky goo with white sparkling dots. Around the center of the ball was a gold band lined with rubies, engraved on the gold was a phrase similar to the old ghost speak he saw before. Mouthing out the mouths he read “left of the eye of star” he considered it more gibberish. 

“Hey guys,” He called out. “Look at this!” Floating down the ball slipped from his hands and crashed on the old wooden floor. “Fuck!” 

“Jesus Danny, are you trying to kill us?” Tucker jested. 

“No I was just-” 

“Hey guys!” Sam yelled. She pointed to the broken ball, the ink was rising. Its black body rose in the air like a bubbling volcano spurting ink everywhere before exploding and surrounding the three in darkness. 

The white sparkling dots began to glow brighter and brighter, till they were bleeding. Then they began to spin around them. The white light formed new solid bookshelves and wooden floors. Ghost flew around them pulling paint buckets to and from the center. They all looked like they had come from a renaissance fair with their loose and colorful clothing, splattered with water and paint. The sounds of construction rose in volume until the scene was complete, it was the library, but the cobwebs were nowhere in sight. 

“Woah! What happened?” 

“Danny what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, hey watch-” A ghost flew through him, not phased but flew through, as if he was air. “This is weird.”

“It’s like we're not even here,” Sam said, running her fingers through a pile of paint buckets. 

“Maybe it's the other way around. Look everyone is all blurry and faded at the edges.” Tucker was right, each ghost and object around them was blurry at the seams. It was like everything had jumped out of an out of focus picture. 

“Danny! Behind you!” Sam yelled. Behind him was a tall pale figure with curled purple ram horn on top of his head, and a coat made out of the night sky itself hung around his exaggerated arms, pooling like ink around his feet. “It’s Nocturne!”  Instant took its chance and Danny shot several bright green blasts at Nocturne. But, like the figures around him they passed through him. Nocturne strolled past them with a sly smile painted on his face. His height put him at least three heads above everyone in the room. The sounds of work grew in volume as Nocturne passed the other blurry figures, their faces pointed towards the ground and away from the dark tower wandering about. 

“What is he doing here?” Tucker asked.

“I don’t know.” Danny replied. They watched as this new blurry Nocturne made his way up a nearby stairwell and into a side room. “But he can’t be up to any good. Let’s follow him

[zylev-blog]

Danny: Hell didn’t want me when I died, and heaven cast me out. So now I’m stuck in between on this little place called Earth. Sometimes I like to think it’s my own personal hell, but who am I to judge?

Tim, who was on day 5 of being awake: have you tried to fight god?

Danny: oh, I did, and I won. But the bastard is manipulative and decided that I wasn’t allowed in heaven because of pure spite.

Tim: interesting. Do you still want to fight gods?

Danny: depends. Me and Hades are under a truce, and Zeus kicked me out of Olympus. Sometimes I thought about fighting with Wonder Woman to get a rise from Zeus, but Hippolyta told me I wouldn’t be invited for dinner if I messed with her daughter, sooo….

Tim, pulling out his phone: cool, cool, so his name is darkseid, and he’s an asshole

Danny: say no more

[paxopalotls]

stressed about chem exams so I did a ghost king doodle to cope

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Aurora Borealis Crown has been haunting my thoughts…..

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[duchi-nesten]

The idea of Valerie finding out shit about Phantom and/or Cujo through Danny Fentons tiktoks is hilarious to me.

( @hannahmanderr @underforeversgrace see I don’t lie, he is the ghost king in shared cujostody au :) it took a while but it’s real :))

I also like to imagine that all the ghosts know not to fuck around when Danny is recording a tiktok.

Shared Cujostody AU

[kettlefire]

Constantine & the King

First time Constantine meets the Ghost King, he's expecting problems. In his line of work, when all the shadows in the room seem to be pulled toward a point in the room. Creating a dark portal that suddenly glowed a startling green, it's more than concerning.

However, Constantine was thrown off by the young man that stepped out of the portal. Young man could be putting it generously. The kid looked barely legal to drink.

However the kid was holding a scroll that looked thicker than his own head. A crown, ring, and cape that just screamed royalty.

Constantine did not expect the kid to greet with joy and friendliness.

It was the Ghost King. The being that held full control over that aspect of the mythical realms. His name was Danny, and Constantine found the kid's lack of professionalism a nice break.

That scroll? Every contract Constantine ever signed that used his soul as a bargianing chip.

Now, Constantine expected annoyance. If his soul was technically meant to end up in the grasp of thw King, wouldn't the kid be pissed?

After all, Constantine was certain one of those contracts was with the prior Ghost King.

Except, Danny loved it. He was all grins and laughter as he spoke about it. The kid complained about the amount of paperwork, sure. Who wouldn't?

Aside from that, Danny adored Constantine's work. His nonchalantness when it came to signing away his soul.

Danny relished in the chaos he has happening among various other entities. Praised Constantine, and thanked him for the entertainment.

Constantine realized that this Ghost King was a brat. He enjoyed the chaos and the drama as long as it hurt absolutely anyone. This kid was a little shithead.

And Constantine got a confirmation. No matter what, no matter what contracts he signed. His soul was going to end up in Danny's hands.

Constantine didn't mind that. He liked the spirit the kid had. Found a fondness for the King.

A fondness that only grew with every impromptu meeting. Every time the room grew colder, and the shadows moved and warped in the room.

Constantine grew accustomed to it. He looked forward to it.

Then it happened.

Constantine was at the Justice League Watchtower. A simple consultation, nothing too crazy. It was all going to be fine.

Until Constantine felt the shift in the room.

The temperature dropped. The shadows shifted and contorted, and a portal began to form.

Constantine waved off the other heroes concern and defense. Turning towards the forming portal, and prepared to see the kid. The kid who was easily his favorite being in the world at this point.

Except that changed once he saw the familiar being step through the portal.

Maybe step was the wrong word. Danny basically stumbled out of the green portal. Landing harshly on his knees in front of the league.

Constantine wasted no time rushing forward. Pulling the kid close to him, and taking in the sight. Looking for any sign of what was wrong.

Blood and a green substance coated the kid's closed. And Constantine noted the cape was completely missing. The kid was in tears, shaking horrible and in a state of complete hysteria.

All Constantine knew, was that he was going to make them pay.

Whoever brought this normally confident and carefree king to his knees, wasn't going to last much longer.

Those bastards will pay.

[thebrainrotsreal]

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

[puppetmaster13u]

DP x DC Crossover where Danny gets de-aged more towards his ghost-age and got adopted.

But he didn't exactly get adopted by a batfamily member, or even any hero, or a villain.

Honestly this Talon who just found a literal toddler that surfaced in a runoff of the Lazarus Pit is rather confused. Like on one hand should they be killing it?? But the idea of killing the strange tiny talon-sibling seems so viscerally wrong???

Welcome to having the first mental breakdown of many funky golden-eyed man that Danny thinks might be more feral than he is. Oh well, at least this person isn't a fruitloop and speaks in sort-of ghost speak? And sometimes more gold-eyed people appear to help care for him? Like they obviously don't know how to do so, but they're trying their best and honestly he's pretty self-sufficient. Ish.

The Court of Owls have no fuckin' clue where a good third of their Talons have disappeared to or why they can't call them back.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC summoning

So a classic staple of this crossover is some poor schmuck trying to summon Pariah and getting Danny

How this usually goes is Danny either flexes on them or nopes out of there

So in Hellblazer one of the things you want to summon a powerful otherworldly entity is not only their ritual, but their name. The ritual brings them there, the name is used as part of the binding that provides a summoner protection against the thing they just summoned

So just a thought

Danny has that happen a couple times, he’s summoned and he just nopes out of there and either assumes it’s just a halfa thing or just doesn’t notice it’s weird

So imagine the first time someone actually properly summons him

Be it Zatana or John who have or course heard about the change in management and have properly bound the spirit they’ve summoned. Hell maybe it’s someone like Felix Faust and he’s been summoned by a villain

Danny just peace signs and then immediately flies right into an invisible wall and nearly breaks his nose

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Phantom: You know you could’ve used your authority as Queen Regent of the Infinite Realms to stop him, right?

Red Hood: She could what? You’re a what??

Jazz: I was told to only use those powers in an emergency.

Red Hood: You didn’t think being kidnapped by a fucking robot ghost hunter out to skin us alive and hang our pelts as trophies on his wall constituted as an emergency?!

Jazz: No, that happens like every other Tuesday for Phantom here.

Phantom: …

Phantom: I was going to argue but yeah, that tracks.

Red Hood: un-fucking-believable.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: What frightens those who feed on fear?

The answer is: Gotham. Because it's so cursed that even Ghost Kings do not try to take it over, despite the city's valuable resources.

So, the reason why many heroes, villains, and ordinary citizens of Gotham seem 'incapable of dying' is very simple - residents of the Infinite Realms are in absolute horror of such neighbors and try to get rid of them by any means if they appear on their territories as ghosts.

And so, any intelligent ghost avoids Gotham. It's too bad that Danny grew up in a family where it was acceptable for a ghost to not be intelligent or to have common sense so as not to disprove his parents' hypotheses.

P.S. "Tim's parents" are always busy because Danny can't ask Amorpho for favors too often. Dude is terrified of the city.

[proneterror204]

Steph was freaking out. She was pregnant! She had a month long relationship with a guy, they slept together (multiple times), and now she was pregnant.

How long should she keep this from her (adopted))family. They all were detectives but that was usually focused on a case and not her. There was no use hiding this from Alfred or Cass. They would see through her in an instant. Luckily the rest of the family was focused on their own lives, with B being pulled into a JL meeting lead by Constantine. Something about a newly conseived demigod or something she never listens to Constantine, barely anyone does.

She was in the middle of planning her 9 months of pregnancy and lying, when suddenly Batman and Constantine magically teleport into her apartment. " According to the ritual This is the girl whose is pregnant with the demigod" Constantine states while being completly ignored by the two. Steph is staring at Batman who is slightly twitching. "Well shit" she groans.

Another magical ritual later and her previous... Boyfriend? Fling? Her month long, one night stand is standing there in a magic circle. She rushes to speak before her family can, "Danny you jerk! You got me pregnant and didn't even tell me you were a god?!?"

[zylev-blog]

“You’re late.” Danny turns around, looking at the space his nephew now occupied.

Batman frowns, then sighs. He runs a hand across his head, where his hair would be if the cowl wasn’t there. “I know, I got caught up with—“

“I’m not interested in your excuse.” He cut off Batman, “You’re never punctual anyway.”

“Mom never cared.” Batman deflected.

“Of course she didn’t. She’s a Fenton; we’re always late, it’s just part of our biology.” He crossed his arms as he tilted his head, the crown on top of his head brushing against his hair with the movement.

“Have you found her soul yet?” Batman—Bruce asked.

“Not yet. I know she’s been reborn, but I haven’t tracked it down. I’m beginning to wonder if she ended up on a different planet from ours.”

“We’ll know it when we see it.” Bruce agreed, “Until then, we do nothing.”

“Hmm.” He grunted. “How are your children?”

“They’re doing good. Damian is adjusting well. You can always meet them, you know.” Bruce offered.

“I can’t.” He denied, “Most of them aren’t blood related. Being around me for an extended amount of time would sap their life force until they were liminal. They don’t deserve that.”

“I know,” Bruce huffed, “I just wish…”

“I know, Bruce.” He put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Being fully dead and the ghost king is…not always fun.” He finished lamely.

“It’s okay. You did what you could after mom and dad died.”

The air between them was sad. He wished he could say something, anything, but there was nothing left to say. As much as Danny wished he could be with his nephew’s children, it just wasn’t possible. Being the ghost king might have saved the multiverse, but the cost was that he couldn’t be around his family. The only one would be Damian, Bruce’s blood son, since ectoplasm in his veins from Jazz would protect against his aura. Bruce’s other children wouldn’t have that luxury, and he would never risk his family’s health like that.

It was a good thing Gotham owed him a favor, and she watched over them for him instead.

[gremlin-in-the-woods]

Adoption AU

An AU in which Danny adopts Damian after Ra summons him in an attempt for immortality, offering Damian as a sacrifice. Unlucky for Ra he didn’t know the difference between an initial sacrifice for summoning and sacrifice when making a deal. Luckily for Danny this leads to him getting a free son, thank you cultists fruitloop. Damian being adopted by Danny works out really well for Damian, his violent tendencies mixing well with Ghost culture. Add on to Danny having experience with getting along with beings that often tried to kill him in the beginning and seeing Damian as the slightly feral child that he is they make a wonderful family.

I also see Danny adopting Billy Batson at some point. He isn’t going to let a child superhero not have support like he did. Your living on the streets and saving the world on a daily basis? Here is a safe place with food and no judgement. This is my son now. He is not even 25 and now has 3 kids if you count Elle, which I am.

A writing of this AU: