#danny phantom drabble

[crackedpumpkin]

"Hey," You greet, handing your bag to Danny who takes it as if it's second nature. Tucker hands you the meatball sub you'd requested earlier, smiling when you unwrap it to see a plethora of veggies.

"Thanks! I've been starving lately, and what I would've given for lunch break to come faster." You groan in relief, taking a huge bite and chewing happily. Pure happiness floods your brain at the scrumptiousness, Danny chuckling from beside you.

You pause, turning to him and raising a brow. "What's so funny, Fenton?" You ask after swallowing down your earlier bite. He shakes his head with an amused smile, reaching over and brushing his thumb against your cheek.

Your entire body stuffens, all neurons on your brain firing at full speed at the contact. Warmth spreads across your cheeks, averting your gaze back to your sub.

"Nothing," He finally replies, retracting his hand and continuing his lunch like nothing happened.

Tucker begins to talk about his next project in the works, only pausing to go return his tray. As soon as Tucker's out of sight, you steal a glance at Danny who's busy sipping on his drink.

With your sub consumed and belly full, you supposed it wouldn't hurt to tease him a little. Another quick glance around shows no one else, your lunch spot in a more secluded area would count towards that.

It's simple. Lean in, kiss his cheek, then lean back and play it cool.

With a plan of action, you suddenly feel a lot nore confident. So, you make quick work of it.

Maybe it was Danny's ghost senses, or maybe he had a great sixth instinct because the moment you make a move and press your lips against his cheek, you very quickly realise that what you're kissing are his lips.

You want to pull back, you really do. But the moment his hand cups your cheek, you already know you're a goner.

The only thing that made you finally seperate was Tucker's very loud exclamation of shock when he comes back to find the both of you kissing.

"SINCE WHEN?!?"

[ethan-is-obsessed]

A trope i love is when Danny's usual rogue gallery of ghosts are fighting him or whatever but then have to stop for whatever reason to give the ghost kid a lesson on his own ghost anatomy.

Like, maybe Danny is going through ghost puberty and getting fangs and his skin becomes more blue and ears more pointed, and he's terrified it's because he's becoming a monster due to the fact that a ghost's appearance changes based on their mental state or how they see themselves- but then he's fighting with Ember and she makes an offhand comment about him going through ghost puberty and Danny's like "wait THAT'S what this is?!?!?!" And Ember is just confused while Danny is filled with immense relief because he thought his appearance was changing because he was a monster (he'd still be a upset about looking more like Dan tho). Then Ember's just like, "yea ghost puberty. What did you think all this was?" And eventually takes pity on poor clueless Danny and stops the fight to give him a quick rundown of everything.

Or maybe the Lunch Lady and Danny are fighting and Danny mentions always feeling hungry but never feeling full in a pun or as him just complaining, and Lunch Lady has to explain ghost hunger to him.

Idk i just want everyone to be friends and i want Danny to have more mentors lol

[barcingmatter]

The Beginning (Star Witch Au)

"-And thats why I can't become a witch."

The middle aged person across from Danny hummed quietly for a moment, sipping at their tea while he looked back down at the book in his lap, the title 'A Witchlets Guide To Apprenticeship' taunting him.

"And your parents won't let you apply for the public mentorship? There is one in Amity Park that's always accepting applicants," they set their cup down, looking through the tea leaves left in the bottom.

Danny set the book on the table to join the others he'd been picking through. The library's decent selection on becoming a witch only frustrated him.

How was he supposed to put any of the books to use in his situation?

He huffed, sinking into the plush chair. "No, they're only willing to consider it if I can manage to get a private mentorship. They're only doing it because they KNOW I don't know anyone who can do mentoring. They want me to give up and become a scientist like them," he droned.

The person across from him didn't look up from their tea leaves, like they were looking for something.

"I'm curious," they began, "why do you want to become a witch so bad?"

"Well- its kinda- I mean most people think it's kinda childish-"

"I assure you even if it's childish it won't mean any less."

Danny turned to them and they finally looked back, porcelain cup abandoned on the table. "I... I wanna be worthy of the stars."

They raised an eyebrow. "Worthy of the stars?"

The library was quiet for a moment, save for the subtle 'tick, tock' of a pocket watch hanging from the elders necklace.

"The stars guide people who are lost, and they tell stories and preserve history. They're always there, they help people, kinda... I wanna be like that. I wanna be like the stars, and I wanna know them," he explained.

The elder stood, leaving their cup in its place on the table and picking up one of the books Danny was looking through before their conversation began. "Not many witches do private mentorships outside of family or monetary gain. It would be easier for you to give up and listen to your parents wishes. You might not be good enough to make it to an academy anyways, much less gain an artifact."

Their pocketwatch ticked just a bit faster.

Danny glared at his pile of books, "it would, but that would be stupid. If I gave up on it now I'd probably hate myself for the rest of my life. And then I'd die and still hate myself for not trying." He picked up one of the books and cracked it open, ready to start looking for something, maybe a loophole that would work.

"Alright," they smirked, standing in front of the boy. "I'll mentor you."

The book tumbled to the floor as Danny looked up at the person quick enough to give himself whiplash, "huh?"

"You need a mentor, and I am certified to do so. I only have one condition," they grabbed their necklace, flicking open the pocketwatch.

Danny scrambled to his feet, half sure he was having some weird lucid dream, "yeah anything! Well, not my soul but I mean other than that-!"

"If I mentor you, you will not be allowed to quit. You'll have to push through to graduation, no matter what."

Icy blue met muted red, and Danny nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course! I'm not gonna give up, not when I actually have a chance!" He grinned, hands trembling with energy. Could this really be happening? Could he finally have his in?

"Well then, Daniel-"

"Wait how did you know my name?"

"-I'm clockwork, and I'd be happy to take you on as my apprentice."

They stuck out a hand, Roman numerals and curved lines running along the skin from the palm until it disappeared under a sweater sleeve.

Danny grabbed it, shaking perhaps a bit too excitedly.

The pocketwatch stopped ticking, the stars shone a tad bit brighter, just for a moment.

The tea leaves at the bottom of an old porcelain cup resembled a star.

⏳️____✨️

And that marks the start of danny becoming a witch in this au!

This au is based off of this post I made.

To make it make a bit more sense, in this au magic is practiced by humans and exists parallel to science and the modern world, kinda like little witch academia. Anyone can become a witch but you have to have completed a year long mentorship (at least) to qualify for any magic academy.

Only certain witches are qualified to be a mentor, with it essentially like being certified to be a teacher. Most mentors do public mentorships, mentor a specific family, or get hired on a witch by witch basis.

Clockwork just so happens to be certified, and as a time witch they knew that in quite a few timelines they'd mentor Danny, so they arranged it so they'd 'coincidentally' end up at the library at the same time as the kid trying to look into mentorships. Totally coincidental, not at all staged. Time magic.

Let me know if you want more of this au!

[roundaboutnow]

Mr. Lancer (drabble)

Every morning was just a bit colder than the last and Mr. Lancer had the luxury of experiencing the worst of it before the sun came out. He probably could have avoided it and stayed in bed another hour but that wasn’t his nature. 

It was his ritual- every morning he’d unlock the school and get comfortable at his desk with a novel before the other teachers began to arrive (after which, he’d clock in and begin looking over his students’ tests and essays).

This morning was different though.

This morning, Phantom was asleep in the front office.

Lancer’s breath caught in his throat, holding the door open and watching the boy sleep. He was curled up on the visitor’s sofa, one arm draped over the side, his gloved fingers brushing the carpet. In his other arm, he hugged a Fenton Thermos close to his chest. 

The thing is, Lancer wasn’t afraid of Phantom. He never was. Ghost or not, Phantom was still a kid. A young kid who’d done nothing but protect Casper High since the day he first appeared and every day after. This was someone Lancer trusted.

What scared him was that this was the first time he’d seen Phantom so… at peace. 

Lancer had only ever seen him when he was fighting. It never occurred to him that the kid did anything else- that maybe he didn’t want to fight. It never occurred to him that ghosts could even sleep. 

He was still standing there gawking when he unknowingly let go of the front door, clanging it shut behind him. 

In front of him, Phantom scrambled to stand and check his surroundings, ready to fight in just a moment’s notice. Just like that, the peaceful kid was gone and the fierce (terrified?) Phantom Lancer always knew was standing in his place.

When they made eye contact, the boy’s gaze softened and- 

And he disappeared.

He faded into thin air, leaving Lancer alone in the office, just as he was alone every morning.

He continued his usual routine a few moments later, unlocking his classroom and hesitantly picking up his story where he’d left off the day before. But in the back of his mind, he kept thinking of Phantom and the green eyes that, so startled, looked into his own.

[flamingpudding]

The Ghost King is my Uncle Drabbles #2

A/N: Some more linked to a prompt week writing I did

>>Masterpost

Original this builds on: Link

Rowdy Cousin

Batman swore internally, from the outside he stoically sat in his chair and did nothing to indicate the absolute chaos that was going on in his mind. The Meeting rooms light flickered and the speakers once more started up loudly blaring a song all over the Watchtower. He was pretty sure one of his sons had told him once that playing that song was a meme.

"Someone do something about that kid! He is Rickrolling us!" Green Lantern screamed above the music.

"Constantine is already trying to do something." Superman's hands covering his sensitive ears as the music must sound to him even louder.

Batman very much only looped one thought in his head. -It's only for world ending purpose, I cannot use it right now.-

He had a responsibility to uphold, he was the patriarch of the earth branch family. This was not something that required him to use that. No he would not use it. He refused. This was not a world ending matter. Surely Constantine or anyone else of the Justice League Dark would solve this problem any second now.

The screens flicker and Batman did anything he could in his mind to not let his eye twitch even if no one would be able to see it. Cat videos were playing where second earlier statistics and observatory programs had been running.

No he would not, they could handle this problem no need to involve family.

The music stopped and some of his hero colleagues let out a relieved sigh only for a familiar laugh to echo through the watchtower and a new song starting to play. One that apparently counts all 100 dumb ways to die.

"Why is Klarion even targeting the watchtower like this?!" The Flash shouted over the lyrics before turning to him.

"Did one of your kids piss him off or something?!"

"No." At least not as far as he knew, though considering the recent discovery as well as the surprise visits his uncle had done lately he might have a guess why the witch boy was targeting them right now. Didn't mean he would elaborate this reason to the other heroes present.

Before Wonder Woman could comment John Constantine stormed in the room and slammed his hands down onto the table staring right at Batman with blood shot eyes. "Call him."

"Who?"

"Don't play fucking dumb bats. You know who I mean. This is not the witch brat alone. There is another entity and if you don't want the fucking watchtower crashing into earth you call him right now."

"Bats, he is not talking about who I think he is?" Superman carefully asked while the other heroes looked at him just as questionable.

He held his staring contest with Constantine a little longer before he grunted and reached into his utility belt pulling out a small bat-shaped pendant. A personalized upgraded calling card, his uncle had gifted to him as well as each of his children and extended family members.

This was not how he imagined a meeting in regards to his new discoveries and a possible sure fire contingency plan against world ending emergencies would go. He rubbed his thumb against the engraving waiting for a short moment for it to pulse, before tapping the pendant three times, paused and tapped it two more times. This was a non-emergency call, even if his colleagues might disagree.

He still thought they could very well handle this situation without the help of his uncle.

"BABY BAT, YOU CALLED THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU DID!"

The present heroes watched in stunned fashion how a white haired, 20 years old man stepped out of a green portal and instantly zoomed across the room to hug THE Batman around his head rubbing his cheek against the bat's cowl mindful of the pointy parts.

And Batman was letting the man do that only looking resigned.

"We agreed that I would only call on you with this pendant for emergencies."

The white haired man only hummed before his head turned sharply and green glowing eyes narrowed at Constantine, who visibly paled and took a step back standing straight and looking very much like he regretted what he had asked Batman to do. "Trading game is not being rude to you is he?"

The bat only grunted and the white haired man finally let go of him, humming as he took in his surroundings, eyes glinting in mischievously as he saw the flickering lights, animal videos on screen and heard the blaring music over the speaker. "When I okey-ed Klarion to go playing with his cousins I didn't think he would seek you two out. He had been talking about his older cousins starting another game of 'who's the better demon lord' in different dimensions. I thought he was joining their bet."

Wait did he say two? Batman grunted and the white haired guy chuckled. "I will be back in a second."

Not even the Flash could react as fast as the white haired man disappeared and reappeared with Klarion next to him. Clearly pulling on the witch boy's ear like a father would when their child had been naughty. The flickering lights and blaring of music over the speakers had stopped.

"Ow DAD what in the name of chaos are you doing here."

"Your Cousin called me. You are disturbing his work and risking them crashing into earth with Technus' help."

"YOU SNITCHED TO MY DAD?!"

"Hn."

"Technus get out of their network or I will lock you up on a Medieval Island for three decades."

As if the present heroes weren't confused enough a face appeared on one of the screens. Glaring at the white haired man. "You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me, if you stay in there any longer. I will also dig out the old thermos and soup you additionally for a decade or more."

The face on screen grumbled and the heroes nearly flinched back as a ghostly, green skinned man came out of it, looking every bit frustrated and annoyed. "I was just getting a good look at this modern technology, you have banned me from any big shot Industries…"

"We had that discussion 100 years ago, Technus. Back to the Ghost Zone." The white haired man commanded by opening a portal next to them with the wave of his hand and surprisingly, the green skinned guy listened.

"Sorry about this Baby Bat and Little Demi. Klarion will be grounded for a bit and re-educated in how to bond without risking potentially killing any bystanders. Oh and remember I will come by later for Baby Ghost to get his checkup with Frostbite!"

"Dad, please no grounding! Anything but that!"

"I am sure your Grandpa will be happy to have your help during your grounding."

"Dad! NO! I don't want to keep time in order! I live for chaos not order!"

The man was just smiling and completely ignoring Klarion's complains as he turned towards Batman and Wonder Woman, for reasons the hero's didn't understand.

"Well we will be on our way then Baby Bat, Little Demi!"

Batman grunted and the white haired man chuckled, leaving through the portal and dragging along a whining Klarion, who apparently was that man's son.

Just before the portal closed, the man stuck his head back out looking towards Wonder Woman with a mischievous smile. "Oh before I forget! Pops Clockwork sents his regards Little Demi . He doesn't want me saying this, but he is glad about the path you choose. Says you're set on a pretty good timeline!"

The head disappeared into the portal again and it finally closed. Wonder Woman was left blinking at the empty space, her mouth slightly open with the silent question of "What?"

"Bats, who was that?" The Flash was the first to break the silence that had followed as eyes turned to the dark knight.

"His Uncle." / "The Ghost King."

Superman and Constantine spoke at the same time. The JLD member flinched back as he looked at the glowering bat. Muttering something the man took his leave or rather escaped the room as quickly as possible as Batman kept glaring. Meanwhile Wonder Woman was slowly having a crisis of her own as suddenly family relations that had been hinted to her through Pandora made sense. "Clockwork... no, Titan Cronus? The Ghost King... Uncle Daniel?"

Chaos broke among the present heroes.

"WHAT UNCLE?!"

[home-of-renn]

Danny's in his last year of high school, only a month away from graduating. No more overdue assignments or late-night cram sessions. No more crowded hallways and after-school detentions. No more stress.

He's so close he can almost taste it.

But then Dani shows up, injured and whimpering and collapsing into his lap.

He may or may not have scared the daylights out of a few lower years and almost body-slammed Dale trying to get Dani out the door and to the nearest location with first aid supplies.

So what if he spent almost an hour holed up with Dani in the nurse's office patching her up while Mr Lancer and the paramedics he called tried to coax him into unlocking the door. So what if his Obsession slipped up after not seeing Dani for more than six months, only to have her show up looking ready to destabilise and melt into a puddle of goo.

The worst part of it all is that suddenly everyone's got the wrong idea.

Over the course of his high school career, Danny's endured a lot. He's gone from being a promising student to a school-skipping degenerate with barely passable grades and a weak bladder. It's bad enough he'll always be the Fenton kid, but now he's the Fenton kid who's secretly a teen father with a kid he's been hiding since freshman year. Now he's the talk of the town and he can't escape the pointed whispers and invasive questions.

He was so, so close.

[theshadowrealmitself]

At all times I’m thinking about how Dani is different from Vlad and Danny

Like Vlad’s the ghost of a friend you lost touch with, still technically alive, still technically there, but he haunts your memory, like he can’t move on from the past (and neither can you, that’s why you never picked up the phone and called him, was it guilt? maybe, but you know either way you never would’ve reached out first)

Danny’s the ghost your kid who you don’t understand anymore, he haunts your house, drifting in and out of doorways, he looks like your kid, he sounds like your kid, but he’s,, different. changed. (more guilt, your fault again, it was your portal that keeps doing this, you know he’s only different because he went through something you’ll never experience, but you keep causing)

But Dani? you don’t know Dani, she haunts nothing, she isn’t lingering here, a bitter reminder of something that used to be nice, she’s new, and sudden, and she’s loud, and excited for life (there’s no guilt, but oddly, you still feel like you caused her in some way)

[rapplesart]

Ok but like hear me out .

One of the dc crossover fanfics where Bruce adopts a kid (Danny phantom or Peter Parker iykyk) but instead of you know the bats finding them on the streets or having a whole hero cants and mouse thing or Barbara seeing them in the library they just go to the Wayne’s doorstep asking for money after being broke and having the idea in a half drunken state or joking about it .

Like for example Danny after being chased away from amity park and escaping his parents sits on the rooftop and talks with a gargoyles named Gary

„Yeah anyway that’s how I got here Gary, no clue what imma do know“ he says between another bite of pizza „like I’m pretty fucking broke and yeah maybe buying Pizza wasn’t the best investment in my situation but I was hungry I think I deserve a treat after all that .“

Gary stays silent as the two of them look over the city . Sirens echo in the distance, a few roofs in front of the, a black shadow appears between the gaps of the buildings, disappearing into the shadow just as fast as it appeared. Must be one of the bats Danny thinks .

He sets the piece of pizza back down into the carton in order to take a swig of the wine he stole from Vlads gift basket before his great escape. The man puts puts them on the counter for Mandy to find on a weekly basis now as part of his latest attempt to woo the woman. Jack adored the baskets when they first appeared, exited to have his best friend care about him and his wife.

Danny didn’t really plan on drinking it, he just brought it because it was the closest thing to grab. It was there so he took it . Now, sitting on the rooftop realising how fucked he truly was he decided he might as well be drunk for this too.

„And it’s not like any safe and sane workplace will take a random kid without paperwork. I probably need to do something illegal to go by now , Jazz would be so disappointed „ another swig from the wine .

It was fruity and dry and scratched his throat and Danny honestly didn’t enjoy the feeling but it made his wine just a little bit fizzier than before and it helped in a strange way.

Gary remained silent .

„sure there are a lot of Wayne foundations in Gotham that give out stuff , I did my research once I arrived after all, but they’d call cps and cps would either give me back to my parents or just straight up hand me over to the government so that is not an option „

Another bite of pizza . It was delicious a stark contrast to the wine

„It’s not like I can just go to Bruce Wayne and be like ‚yo got some money?‘ the guy would probably think I’m robbing him and call the cops and yeah, you get the gist of it Gary“

Another few beats of silence .

„But the dude is like crazy rich right? And he has his name on all of these foundations , and people say he’s an airhead so maybe I can just go to his house or something and ask for a donation. I mean it would be for a good cause , feeding a hungry homeless teenager is a good cause isn’t it ?“

„Yeah sounds like a pretty good cause Danny“ Damny answered himself as Gary by lowering his voice . The way one might get more into his head than he thought .

„You know what , I think imma just do this. Let’s just ask the rich guy for money he probably won’t even notice that he’s being scammed and if he does he probably has enough money nöt to care „

[ghostly-penumbra]

Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day Ten

"Occultism"

Ao3

DPxDC. Crack drabble.

- -

“I’m not gonna buy your soul, man! What the heck?”

Constantine pulled a face at the kid-looking royal who floated in front of him.

“Oh, come on, mate! It’s not like I will use it once I kick the bucket.” With all the other deals he had made, John wouldn’t be doing much of anything once his time came.

The Ghost King blinked his toxic green eyes incredulously. “Dude, your soul is you. You can’t just- sell yourself!”

John huffed out an annoyed breath. “What about a loan, then?”

The Ghost King easily broke the summoning circle, and flew away.

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

Nineteen

—

A little concept of the Necronomicon being an entity that is immediately expelled once the user reaches 19 years old because the ninja can only be 18 or younger.

—

"Hey, guys."

"Yeah, Randle?" Jake joked. Though you could hear him choking back a sob, no one said anything about it.

"Gross, don't call me that!" He laughed. Shoving at his shoulder. He was silent for a minute. Bathing in the bright light of the moon. "Even though I'm not sure I'll respond. When you see me out in the wild, say hi to me will ya?"

Jake's jaw tensed. His grin going grim and stiff.

Danny felt his blank expression crack and he let of a strangled laugh.

"I can't believe your still hung up on that!"

Randy blew a raspberry and chucked a piece of popcorn at his face. It phased through him.

"Shut up. It's my almost birthday and I can be as sappy and/or petty as I want. Just promise me will you?"

Danny turned to see that his fist was out, a single digit pointed outward. Danny tries to ignore the slight tremble in Randy's hand as he places his two fingers on top, at least he thinks he does—the world had gone oddly blurry— and whispers out his response.

"I promise." They both turn to Jake as the weight if his three fingers is placed on top.

He couldn't see it—again the world is super unclear for no apparent reason—but Danny just knew that Jake's face was carved into his signature frown. He was probably hoping it would distract from the thick tears rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't help it. The image made him laugh. The idea of three high school seniors balling their eyes out on a rooftop in ridiculous looking costumes outweighed the overwhelming grief of the situation. Just for a moment. They all laugh. The sound surrounds them like a warm blacket, the crisp autumn air warming just a bit.

They kept laughing and laughing. Even as the clock struck midnight and the black mask unwound from Randy's face in tendrils and marbled into the night sky like silk; As the recognition and understanding faded from his eyes and the last tear rolled down his cheek; when his eyes fluttered closed and the last of black melted from his limbs like mist.

They were laughing. Anyone would think that they were laughing from the sound of it. Not realizing that at some point they had turned to sobs. Shaking, body raking sobs.

They were laughing. Even as tears streamed down their faces and stained their clothes. As, with trembling voices, they wished Randy a happy nineteenth birthday.

[five-rivers]

Seance

“Ughhh.”  Danny flopped back on his bed and hit the pause button on his controller.  

“What?” Tucker looked back at him and paused as well.  “Ghost?”

“No.  Summoning.  I’ve got to take this, be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t take candy from cultists!” said Sam, cheerfully.  

Danny stuck his tongue out at her even as his clothing started to flicker into black hazmat and he disappeared.  

“Want me to go get snacks?” asked Sam.  “Cultists al–”

Danny reappeared and grabbed his controller again.

“That was fast.”

“Just middle schoolers holding a seance, no cultists.  Keep going?”

“Yep.”

“Sure.”

[stealingyourbones]

I can see Danny's ghost side affecting his human side and he starts to develope something along the lines of poliosis. After meeting the Bat Clan and meeting Jason in particular, they bond over their deaths and having white streaks of hair.

Oh Danny having matching white hair stripes with Jason is truly beautiful I love it so much.

Danny’s hair is like frighteningly white. Like people will normally assume that you’ve dyed your hair if you have a white streak in your hair at that young age.

Danny has absolutely no idea how to respond to the questions people bombard him with asking what hair dying processes he went through. Dying black hair to pure white takes some potentially dangerously strong levels of bleach and has a very high possibility of permanently damaging your hair if you do it wrong.

Danny’s go to response that it’s actually a medical issue and not hair dye normally makes people back off but on this one day this person just won’t stop asking. They continue to pester and ask exactly the medical condition and what was the cause of said condition. Danny feels trapped and is very overwhelmed but suddenly the person backs off.

Danny looks up to see a very tall and intimidating guy with a leather jacket berating his inquirer on personal privacy and keeping to yourself before turning to Danny.

The biker’s eyes slightly widen taking in Danny’s appearance and smiles in what could almost be a friendly grin for a Gothamite. “Well I’ll be damned. We match.” 

Sure enough, the big biker guy has an almost identical white streak in his hair to Danny’s.

Danny’s nervous grin he had plastered onto his face shifts into a genuine smile. He light heartedly shrugs his shoulders, “Guess we do. Small world and all that.”

“Yeah… Speaking of small world kid, your voice sounds familiar, have we met?”

Actually… now that the guy said it, his voice sounded familiar as well. Danny wracked his brain for any possible previous meetings with this guy. At first he thought it was just a coincidence but then he remembered the phone call he interrupted and then joined in with Dick heckling and chatting to someone on the other end.

“Oh shit, YOU’RE Jason?!”

[ethan-is-obsessed]

my heart is squishy over the thought of Danny maturing a bit and coming to realize how hard Jazz worked to protect him and give him a better childhood when he was younger (neglectful parents led Jazz to be the one to cook or schedule playdates, kiss boo boos, etc.) and just sitting down with his sister and thanking her; knowing she wasn’t perfect (because realistically, no kid could be perfect at raising another kid. even adults struggle cus raising a kid is HARD) but knowing how hard she tried. Danny just telling Jazz how grateful he is to her.

I just love their sibling dynamic, especially when Jazz is forced into that parental role and did her best to protect Danny. I love Jazz in yalls fics and in the show. I love her in canon and fanon and she is best big sister tm. 

[disillusioneddanny]

Hello, yes hi.

I am trying to claw my way out of a writing slump and my long fics aren’t sparking joy. Soooooo

If you have any DPxDC or DC one shot requests send them my way! I’m hoping it will kick my butt into gear and inspire me :3

Feel free to drop ideas in my asks or my submissions spot on my blog 💚

[puppetmaster13u]

DP Prompt

   Danny Fenton dies. 

   He dies at the age of fourteen. He dies with the cosmos filling his lungs, the world holding its breath, stars in his hair and infinity in his eyes before everything crashes down into agonized screams. 

   Danny Fenton dies and yet it feels as though he had finally woke up. He dies and yet he doesn’t, a star collapsing into a black hole only to form a galaxy. He dies and he lives, teetering the edge, never more one than the other. 

   He lives and yet tastes the ashes of a supernova. He lives yet feels the call of the abyss, the stars calling, calling, always calling. 

   He lives, yet he dies, the echoing cries of the end of it all ringing through his ears. Danny lives, yet he doesn’t, only one world in a cosmos that beckons. 

   Danny dies at fourteen. 

   Blood like glittering starlight dances down his hands, body colder than anything on this world yet hotter than the sun. Spilled cosmos that stains the mortal realm, begging to leave the confines of the ground, to fly amongst the sky, higher than any cloud.

   Danny dies at fourteen. 

   Every breath in is the birth of another realm, presence tickling at the edge of his mind. Every exhale a death, a blackhole swallowing yet another world. Dust and ash catch in the back of his throat, crystals of frost glistening at his lashes. 

   Danny dies at fourteen. 

   Yet Danny lives. 

[flamingpudding]

The Ghost King is my Uncle Drabbles

A/N: The original this sorta ties too: Original One Shot

>>Masterpost

Shovel Talks

Constantine swore up a storm of course only mentally. It wasn't like he was going to voice any of his thoughts right now. Not when he was faced with the good damn Ghost King. All he wanted was to summon one of his contracted demons to gather some information and what did he get the fucking Ghost King.

"Trench coat! We meet again. You worked on your manners, I hope?"

"Of course your majesty." Well he didn't but he avoided the freaking bats like crazy.

"Well I gotta thank you. Well you and my In-Law that's busy and asked me to substitute for your call since we meet and before and so on." The Ghost King casually waved his hand in a dismissive manner before looking around with his eyes sparkling in recognition and it sent a shudder down Constantine's back. "You are giving me the perfect opportunity."

Did… did the Ghost King just pull out a green glowing sword from a fucking portal and why did he have that glint in his eyes? Constantine paled. Why did this have to happen to him?

"If you will excuse me for a moment. I need to look for a Kryptonian real quick. I will deal with your problem right after. Promise."

With that the Ghost King phased through the floor apparently in search of Superman who just happened to be in the watchtower today. Fuck. Constantine run out of the room in mild panic and pushed whoever was on communication aside as he dialed for the bats. The moment someone on their end pick up he didn't bother to explain anything and just shouted for one of them to get their fucking ass here as fast as possible or superman was going to be history!

Okay that might also have sent the people witnessing his panic into chaos but this was a fucking emergency.

It was only minutes later that Batman did indeed arrived together with Nightwing and Red Robin with the Zeta-Tube at the watchtower to bear witness to Superman getting cornered by the Ghost King with Constantine bound by echo-bindings for apparently having annoyed the Ghost King with his pleading to spare the Kryptonian.

"Now I am sure I don't have to repeat myself but, IF you ever hurt Baby Bat a fate way worse than the Soul Shredder and the Nightmare Realm will be the least of your problems. The last guy that hurt my family is still in there and I will gladly make you permanently join him."

A cough resounded and Danny turned his head, a bright smile on his face as he spotted his little nephew and two of the little babies.

"Baby Bat, Baby Menace and Baby Stalker! I will be done in a little bit!"

"Ghost Ki-"

"Uncle Danny."

Batman let out a suffering sigh as Nightwing and Red Robin snickered.

"Uncle Danny. Why are you threatening Superman?"

"Because Jazz forbade me to use the Soul Shredder on humans but Superman is not human so I am allowed to use it on him."

"Uncle Danny, why do you want to use the 'Soul Shredder'" -as a joke Nightwing used air quotes- "on the him in the first place?"

"Shovel talk."

Batman chocked and Red Robin spluttered as Nightwing had a hard time suppressing a laugh. Constantine and Superman gapped at the Ghost King.

"You… are threading him for shovel talk purposes? What even is the nightmare realm?"

"A place you don't want to be in. Very traumatic and perfect to externally punish anyone that hurts my family in any regard as long as I am allowed to dump them there."

There was an added barely hearable grumble of "I would have sent the Joker and Ra's in there long ago if Clockwork weren't such a stick in the mud about keeping the timeline straight and their roles and bla bla bla."

Red Robin did a double take. Did the Ghost King just admit that he would have liked to sent their rogues into a place that was most likely hell? Wait didn't he mention sending someone in there permanently earlier.

No one noticed Superman slowly inching away from the blade still pointed at him while the Ghost King's attention wasn't on him. Well the bats noticed but didn't react to it, deeming it safer for the Super.

"Uh you said you dumped someone permanently in there?" Red Robin tried to keep the attention on them.

"Well yea." The Ghost King casually shrugged, adjusting the blade so Superman could no longer inch away from him. "I looked away from the Ice Mirrors for a week and someone dared to hurt Moma Bat. Of course I was enraged and snatched that guy off the street to permanently drop him in there."

There was a beat of heavy silence. Batman under his cowl bluescreened especially with how casually Danny just admitted at having snatched up his parents murderer to punish the man. Well that explained why he never found the culprit.

"Now If you excuse me little Babies I am gonna finish this talk with the Kryptonian and make sure he knows what will happen if he hurts Baby Bat."

With this the Ghost King turned back to the rapidly paling Superman with a feral grin. The Birds sweat dropped as Batman was still not mentally present, his mind still working through the information.

"Think I would be able to borrow that sword?" Red Robin suddenly asked as Nightwing eyed Batman worringly. "He only said that Great Grandma forbade him to use it on humans. He never said we couldn't."

"Don't let Robin or Hood hear that." Nightwing said, even if he wanted to borrow it himself too. With B mentally still checked out he had to act as the responsible one. That wouldn't stop him from asking their Ghost Uncle later if he could borrow the sword anyway.