#ghost king danny fenton

[herbatahleb]

the Princess and the King

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

DC + DP Writing Prompt

Alright, so for people who know Game of Thrones, you know how ‘Dragonstone’ used to go to the heir before the Targaryens were overthrown?

Well, Arkham is the ‘Dragonstone’ of the Ghost Zone…

…and Jazz is unknowingly in charge of it.

So Jazz goes there to work as a psychiatrist (she’s abnormal drawn to it *cough* Arkham is practically calling out to her *cough*). Everything works out as expected at first. She begins with the run-of-mill patients before moving onto the villains. All is well for Jazz (even if Danny constantly reminds her of how much he HATES her working at Arkham Asylum).

But then… weird things begin to happen.

Somehow, Jazz never ended up getting lost, even if the path she described taking made no sense logistically (the maps contraindicated and yet there were people with Jazz, they verified that was the path they took). If someone tried following Jazz without her know how, they would suddenly lose sight of her (such as by the sudden appearance of a wall that had not been there prior). When Jazz was happy, the skies above Arkham were abnormally clear for Gotham. And when she was sad, it became gloomier then usual. But when she was mad… (the shadows had minds of their own)

Well, everyone (inmates and staff alike) quickly made sure that Jazz was never mad. Which meant that Arkham Breakouts could not happen.

Too bad Joker never cared to listen to the warnings of others…

(It doesn’t end well for him).

Edit: this is a small message to let people know that everything on this blog is adoptable. So if you like the idea and like to write, please just take my ideas and go wild (just give me a link if you end up posting whatever you end up writing, lol).

[piived]

“The Ghost King? Who’s asking?”

[sublime82]

Danny Phantom intangibility

So Danny's Power of intangibility never made sense to me I mean in the sense that as a ghost Danny should be in a constant state of intangibility. and he should have the ability to make himself solid and not the other away around.

This is especially true since they always show him struggling with his intangibility all the time as if its a constant battle to stay solid in human form.

[anglers1mp]

Accidentally made Danny a buff grunge

Hey so I wrote something wrong in here(basically contracdicted myself in a few sentences(two) and am going to fix it sorry)

[fandonnavyce]

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 5: Hunt

Ghost King Phantom the Great, High King of the Infinite Realms by Right of Conquest, Saviour Sovereign of the Infinite Realms, Master of Space, Minister of Time, Deliverer of the Unquiet Dead, Restless Spirits, and Lost Souls, Lord of Harmony, Champion of Amity, Protector of the Balance, etc. long be his Reign.

Cordially Invites you to the First-Ever Wild Hunt Since Long Ago. This Wild Hunt will be Led by The Great One Himself. We greatly anticipate your presence.

For such auspicious occasion and the commencement of a renewed tradition, to the victor go the spoils: Bragging Rights, the possession and ownership of the soul in its entirety belonging to one John Constantine the Hellblazer, the Laughing Magician, the Master of Bad Luck Magic, upon his Death, and the Friends, Foes, and Fellows In-between you’ll make along the way!

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“There hasn’t been a Wild Hunt in centuries” Clockwork muses. 

Danny looked up from his paperwork. Accidentally befriending the latest generations of Observants had the best of unintended consequences. Instead of a bunch of naggy, bureaucratic, homicidal alarmists, always ready to bring about Danny’s immediate End. He now had a cohort that scouted the infinite dimensions and then told him the interesting things they’d observed. They were interdimensional news reporters, always ready to bring back the latest from all over the realms. His reports now read like gossip tabloids or snarky info-dumping blog posts. People got up to the wildest shit in all the dimensions, and Observants were spilling all the tea. His next objective was seeing if they would be willing to give reports in comic book form.

Upon hearing Clockwork, Danny squinted.

“Ok, what’s that got to do with me?” Clockwork doesn’t make random announcements. Danny could feel this in his core, this was gonna lead to shenanigans. 

“You are the newly crowned High King of the Infinite Realms are you not? You of all spirits have enough power and authority to lead a Wild Hunt”.

“But why can’t you do it? You’ve got power and authority. You’re literally the God of Time!” Danny protests. Clockwork shifts into his decrepit Father Time shape.

“But it wouldn’t be fitting for an old creaking ghost like me to be leading the Wild Hunt. The Wild Hunt is an event better suited for youngins”

Danny stares at Clockwork utterly unimpressed. “Clockwork you were literally a baby just seconds ago”

Clockwork scoffs, “To you maybe. My seconds last longer than yours, however. I experience Eternity in a Hour,”

“That’s not, no they don’t. I know that’s not how that works. Why are you even? Wait, hang on, was that last bit a quote from somewhere? You know what fine, fine,” Danny sighs in resignation, “What even is the Wild Hunt?”

“A H̛̤̰̲͙͈̘̺́u҉̯n̂̑͗̆҉̪̪̲͇̙͔t̬͊͌” ::chase-thrill-pursuit-procession:: (nostalgia-of- fierce-fury-and-rampant-joy)

“A H̛̤̰̲͙͈̘̺́u҉̯n̂̑͗̆҉̪̪̲͇̙͔t̬͊͌. ::chase-thrill-pursuit-procession:: (unimpressed-incomprehension) Danny repeated in a different tone. "Wow, supremely helpful CW. Anything more you want to add to that?”

Clockwork shrunk down to his baby form.

“No”

Then shifted through his adult form and back up into his old man Father Time form.

Danny face-palms. “You know for a ghost who wants me to lead the Wild Hunt, you’re not being very persuasive in getting me to lead the Wild Hunt.”

“That’s fine I don’t need to persuade you”.

“What?”

Suddenly the stack of paper that Danny had been reading from glowed green. A new report had come in. Eyeing Clockwork suspiciously, who smiled benignly back in his adult form, he picked up the report and gave it a glance over.

Then he read it again to make sure he was understanding this right.

“Clockwork, this guy has bargained his soul like five times over and now a bunch of Demonic Sovereigns want me to mediate because I am quote-unquote "a neutral party”.”

“Ahh yes, the quadruply damned soul belonging to the Hellblazer, one John Constantine.”

“This petition was submitted by… The Third of the Fallen? Well that name's pretentious.”

“They are all Fallen, arrogance and pretentiousness is a tiresome given” Clockwork sighed. “Also the Heavenly Host has reportedly made endeavours to ensure that John’s soul doesn’t end up into the hands of Hell. Specifically that the Presence, their God figure, is incentivised to prevent John’s transformation into a powerful demonic threat. So Heaven technically wants John’s soul too even if it’s just to keep it out of Hell’s grasp.” 

“This guy has Heaven and Hell fighting over his soul when he dies. John’s soul better be the prettiest in all the realms because even Helen of Troy didn’t kick off this much warfare.” Danny stared hard at the report. “What do they even want me to do about this?”

“No parties want to relinquish their claim on Constantine’s soul, or to be more precise, no party wants any of the other parties to claim it.”

“If I can’t have it, then no will,” Danny said wryly.

“That is the current status quo," Clockwork affirmed. "But Constantine is mortal, that man will die one day sooner or later. But no party wants to have a full on war over Constantine’s soul either.”

“Which is why they come to me, an outside party, to arbitrate the matter”

“They hope that you will judge the matter and decide who gets his soul upon his mortal demise”

“That sounds like a whole lot of bother, absolutely no fun, and like I’ll get a bunch of powerful demons, angels, and whatever else pissed off at me.”

“If a Trial and Judgement is not to your liking you could just provide an alternative to War”

“What like a,” the dots start to connect in Danny’s head, “Like a Wild Hunt, to the victor go the spoils i.e. John Constantine’s soul”.

Clockwork smirks. 

@ectoberhaunt

[rainycat2]

Though I Could Not Stop For Death / Death Kindly Stopped For Me

Chapter Two: Glimpses and Insights

The good thing about being one of the lead-- and only if he was honest with himself-- researchers on the effects of ectoplasmic energy and radiation on the human realm was that the United States government was willing to bypass certain things in order to keep the Fenton’s continued cooperation and research firmly under their sponsorship. For instance, the favor they’d called in to help set up an identity and fast-track an adoption for the boy they’d found in the alley.

Upon discovering the boy, they had taken him in, patched him up, and put him up for the night in their guest room, immediately contacting CPS to inform them of what they’d found. The poor boy had a scar in the center of his chest, inches below his heart, with bruised skin surrounding the area. That wasn’t the only scar he carried, but the most immediate one-- it looked like it had only barely healed over, tissue still angry and red. The agency had instructed them to take him to the hospital first thing, where they found out the boy… effectively did not exist.

He wasn’t listed in any databases. No fingerprints, no registration of his birth, no known parents in the system. For all they could tell, he’d never even been in a hospital.

He also made it difficult as all hell to get any information. When he first spoke, he only spoke in Arabic, and the hospital had to bring in a translator. His name was Danyal, he had no last name, and did not know where he was or how he’d gotten there. When the nurse attempted to draw his blood, he’d almost bit her before the translator explained. Even then, it took a demonstration and explanation to prove that it would not be detrimental to him before he allowed it.

Jasmine, though… well. She’d taken one look at the boy in the alley and claimed him as her own. At ten years old, she’d plopped herself down on Danyal’s hospital bed, damn the consequences, and started chattering away, talking about anything and everything-- what she’d learned in school, her friend James who’d dyed his hair recently, the new family who’d moved in a few weeks back. And surprisingly, Danyal listened. Attentively. He’d slowly begun asking halting questions back, his voice hardly above a whisper, but in fluent English.

Jack shook his head, signing his signature on another piece of paperwork before flipping the page. As they had been first contact, and the boy had nowhere else to go after a test discovered the low level of ectoplasmic radiation clinging to him… The Fentons were approved for an emergency fostering situation after passing their inspections. Who else was equipped to keep an eye on his radiation levels? That was part of the whole reason the Fentons had set up shop in Amity Park, Illinois. Their social worker, however, had been very insistent that Danyal not have anything to do with their research other than monitoring his ectoplasmic levels, and the Fentons had readily agreed. They still had to take a course on trauma-informed care for parenting-- Danyal had been through so much, the extent of which they likely would never know. Their caseworker, a kind woman named Katherine, had explained that while Danyal knew English and could speak it fluently, they suspected it to be his second language. It would take time and lots of trust before he would open up and relax around them.

But… in the brief few weeks they’d spent together, Danyal had already captured his way into their hearts. Jazz nicknamed him Danny after they’d spent an afternoon trying to pronounce his name. She’d almost had it, from what Jack gathered, but she was missing the lilt to the end of the name that just. Could not be fixed. Despite hours of trying. So, Danny had eventually given up and given in to the nickname.

Jack rubbed his eyes, set his pen down as he got up from the desk. It was about time when the kids would be going to bed, and so he started the nightly routine that had recently expanded-- visit Jazz’s room first on the second floor, as it was closer to the stairwell, tuck her in and tell her good night as he turned down the lights. She liked to stay up reading with a light under her covers, so in about an hour, Mads would come by and do the same, telling her to go to sleep for real this time.

This time, however… Jazz’s bed was empty. Jack blinked in confusion, then glanced down the hall.

---

“Maddie, oh my God, you need to come look at this,” her husband whispered urgently from the stairs. Maddie looked up, one eyebrow raising as she marked her page with a bookmark and set the textbook aside.

“What is it?”

“Just-- come up here-- quiet, I don’t want to wake them up.”

She blinked, then smiled softly as she crept up the stairs, sneaking down the hallway to the open door of Danny’s room. The overhead light was off, but the lamp was still on, giving them a perfect view.

Danny was curled up in a little ball, snuggled right up into Jazz, her arms around him, one resting on a book on their legs. The light played with the shadows on their faces, the relaxed expressions showing their ages of eight and ten.

Maddie couldn’t help the squeal she muffled with her hand.

In her defense? It was adorable.

Though she did immediately regret it as Danny’s eyes snapped open, bright blue focusing on them both. She froze, lowering her hands from her mouth to show her soft smile, knowing that Jack was almost certainly smiling as well.

And somehow… that seemed to be enough for him. A few owlish blinks before the corner of his lips turned up, just a little, before he snuggled back into Jazz and closed his eyes.

Oh, how Maddie wished she had a camera.

---

Over time, the collection of photos lining the walls of the Fenton house grew. Danny’s first day of school, once his therapist had said he was adjusted enough to go, and that it would be beneficial to his development. The first time they’d gone out together as a family. The first summer fair. Danny and Madeline training together, after they’d realized the other had self-defense training.

Danny was ten, now. Acclimating to his new life had been… weird. It was weird being away from the League, not knowing… everything about how he’d gotten here.

He remembered dying. That was hard to forget, honestly-- letting himself falter, letting Damian survive at his own expense. Mother’s cries as he faded, Damian sobbing and apologizing.

Damian.

His thoughts often wondered to his little brother (by two minutes, Damian liked to protest), worried about how he had grown. If he had grown at all. They weren’t the first Heirs to the Demon Head, after all. Simply the ones who were the most useful. Their father had been a prospective Heir, but turned Grandfather down.

Danyal wondered how he had managed to get away alive after that. Ra’s didn’t take “no” for an answer very well.

A tap on his knee, and Danny looked up at unfamiliar violet eyes, way too close to his space. His shoulders tensed as he leaned back, furrowing his eyebrows. “Can I… help you?”

The girl, probably his age give or take a year, had plopped herself down at the picnic table in the elementary school playground and had taken to watching him. “You’re different,” she proclaimed after a moment’s consideration. “You’re not like Paulina or the others. What’s your name?”

“Danny,” he answered. “Why? And what do you mean, I’m different?”

“I don’t know.” The girl sighed sharply, looking at the other kids playing around. Even from here, on one of his first days, Danny could just tell the cliques being formed. They’d be going into middle school, soon, but, well. People had their groups of friends, and Danyal was content being the observer on the sidelines, gathering information. That was what he was best at, watching and observing, collecting intel for missions.

“Well, that’s not an answer.” He shrugged and looked back at the homework on the table in front of him, idly writing in some of the answers. Multiplying fractions by whole numbers, honestly. Boring.

“It’s the answer I have. Anyway, my name’s Sam,” she continued. “You’re new, aren’t you? The new Fenton kid that got adopted, right? My mom was talking about you, I think, to Paulina’s dad. It’s nice that they adopted you.”

He had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes. “Sam isn’t a proper name.”

“Neither is Danny,” she shot back.

Alright, he had to give her that. A smile tugged at the edge of his mouth as he set his pencil down, shifting to look at her. “Okay, that’s fair. Yes, the Fentons adopted me two years ago. Yes, I’m new, I had a lot to work through before I could attend school. Do you have any other questions?”

Sam blinked, confusion flitting across her face at the businesslike tone he took. “Oh, um… Do you wanna be friends?”

“Friends?”

“Yeah, like. We can have playdates and do homework and stuff. Mom keeps telling me I need to make more friends, and Paulina’s been getting weird lately, so… Friends!”

“...I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Jasmine is encouraging me to have friends as well.” He held his hand out for her to shake.

---

Danny was growing up pretty well, if Jazz said so herself. Oh sure, their family was absolutely insane even at the best of times. Sure, she was a sophomore in high school now, but… seeing how much work Danny’s social worker and therapists had done, how much they’d accomplished together, it made her want to help kids like they’d helped her brother.

She spotted the moment he realized she was watching him, his shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly until he met her gaze. Play it off, she’s not staring, not at all. Jazz got up, moving over to the kitchen table where Danny had previously been staring at the page in some… form of disgust mixed with annoyance.

“Hello, little brother,” Jazz giggled, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Should I offer to help you with your homework, considering you look like you want to set it on fire?”

“Jazz, this paper is literally going to kill me,” he groaned as he rubbed his face, pencil clattering onto the paper. “It’s just-- it’s so boring! I understand why we should learn how to predict events and how to prepare for them, but I learned how to do that before I learned to talk.”

“You should take that test to go into a higher grade,” Jazz encouraged. “I did it! And really, it’s so much more interesting. I get to take astronomy classes, I know you want to work for NASA when we’re grownups.”

“I know, I know,” Danny hummed. “But my therapist says it would be ‘detrimental to my development as a growing teenage boy coming from my background’,” he drawled, his voice completely monotone, drawing a laugh out of his big sister. “They act like I’m a feral kid, honestly.”

“You tried to bite your nurses when we first took you to the hospital. And the nurses when you got your vaccines. And your fifth grade teacher--”

“Okay, okay! Maybe I was a little feral,” Danny gave in.

---

He really hasn’t changed, has he? Jazz thought to herself from her perch on the top of a building, watching her little brother go apeshit on Skulker. Danny was fifteen now, and…

Her little brother was a superhero. Well, Danny liked to deflect, call himself a ‘vigilante at best’, but… well. They knew better, really. He’d done some awesome things, and she meant that in the Biblical sense of “awesome”-- truly awe-inspiring things that, if it were anyone else… well, they’d probably be a little concerned. Danny, though?

Danny was probably one of the genuinely kindest people she ever knew. Apparently, after his big defeat of Pariah Dark, Clockwork had taken him aside and talked about what that really meant, to defeat the High King of Ghosts in one-to-one combat. The Infinite Realms worked on a hierarchy of power, after all.

Which meant that on top of his duties as a vigilante superhero, and having just finished his sophomore year, Danny was also being tagged in for High Prince of Ghosts duties. Which, apparently, included acting as a psychopomp in some situations, albeit with quite a bit more ass-kicking.

As she watched Danny give Skulker one hell of a roundhouse kick, it felt like… her perspective of reality blurred. One minute they were in the sky, the next, Danny was floating in front of her with a paper in hand, Skulker nowhere to be seen. So really, you could hardly hold her responsible for the sharp jump and yelp, reaching out to sock him in the shoulder. “Danny! Don’t do that, I thought you were fighting-!”

Danny let his shoulder go intangible with a laugh, patting her on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Jazz. It… we need to have a talk with the rest of the gang, hold on a sec.” He tapped the communicator in his ear. “Phantom to team, come in team.”

“Here, as always,” Tucker’s voice buzzed, followed quickly by Sam’s agreement.

“Cutting patrol short tonight, guys,” he hummed, wrapping his arm around Jazz’s waist as they took off into the air. “Let’s meet back up at my place and talk-- seems we’ve got a letter from good ol’ Clocky.”

“Oh, Ancients,” Sam sighed. “Can we not get one normal summer?”

“Redundant question, sorry, Danny,” Tucker apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, guys-- let’s just get back and talk.”

---

“I’m sorry, he wants you to do what?!” Sam whisper-yelled, a throw pillow clutched tightly against her chest. “Danny, you’ve got to be joking. You can’t just… you can’t just tell your parents. I mean, what are they going to think?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, he’s the Master of All Time. If he says that this is probably the best time to tell them, because I’m needed for Prince of the Realms stuff this summer, then that’s probably in my best interest to listen to him,” he argued, tucking a knee to his chest. “Just… look, I just need you guys to be there with me when I tell them. It’s not like I can just burst out of the gate with it.”

“And, y’know, Mom and Dad have gotten a lot better, lately,” Jazz mused. “They’re really focusing on the science of what they’re doing instead of just… building weapons for ghost hunting. I think they took my lecture on being researchers to heart.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You screamed at them for a solid hour.”

“It was a lecture!”

“Not to be the voice of reason here or anything,” Tucker cut in, “but… I have to agree with Danny, Sam. Clockwork hasn’t guided us wrong yet, and technically, Danny’s his boss now, so I don’t think he wants to see him go power-crazy. Especially not after all that crap last time.”

Danny winced. “Really, just. Salt in that wound, huh?”

“Sorry man. But seriously, we just… sit them down and break out the powerpoint we made. We can all take turns explaining it,” Tucker reasoned. “And besides, where he goes, we go anyway.”

Sam huffed. “Fine. But I’m keeping my armor on standby.”

Danny grinned. “Thanks, guys. Now, we should plan for it this weekend, so we can start planning the summer trip…”

----

All things considered? Telling the Fentons was… a whole lot less screaming and accusations than Danny halfway expected. They took the information calmly, watching the presentation the teenagers gave-- and really, it was a damn good presentation. They’d gotten scans from Frostbite about Danny’s biology, his DNA, and how his long-term exposure to ectoplasmic radiation had protected him from straight up dying in the portal accident. How the Realms had saved him as much as it killed him. How he’d spent so much goddamn time, blood sweat and tears keeping the city, the world safe from their own little brand of cosmic horrors.

How they’d learned that fighting was how ghosts socialized, so they set up ways to keep it from being destructive on Danny’s grades and the town itself.

Their parents were… shocked, to say the least. But at their hearts, they were scientists. Scientists that had been fed lies and bigotry about ghosts in a field where they didn’t have the ability, for so long, to prove that bigotry wrong-- and when they did finally have the ability, their want to be proven wrong had long since disappeared. How their bias had been drilled into them by their professors, by their professors, by everyone in the field.

They needed time to reassess. To work through their biases, to… to try to apologize, in some way.

Danny said they didn’t need to apologize.

They insisted.

---

His mission, of course, was hardly put in clear terms. Danny thought that Clockwork just liked to fuck with him, at this point, as his Guardian. He had the right to, or whatever. Regardless, the young ghost just had to stare as Clockwork explained.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to go to Gotham, a place that is notoriously full of crime, murder, and 100% has a supernatural presence, because the City Ghost has said that she’ll make your afterlife miserable if I don't deal with their furry problem?” he said incredulously.

“I hardly said that, Danyal,” Clockwork hummed. “What I said is that Lady Gotham, one of the older City Ghosts on this side of the world, has requested your assistance with your connections to both the living and Infinite realms in regards to a problem with one of her Protectors.”

“...So, the Bats,” Danny grumbled. “Hooray, that’s definitely what I wanted to do this summer. Go into the city that notably hates metas.”

“I hardly think that they will take umbrage with your presence,” Clockwork chuckled, patting his charge’s shoulder. “After all, your father lives in Gotham, does he not?”

Danny rubbed at his face as they floated to the couches that had appeared, the Long Now sensing the wants and needs of its owner. “I guess. That’s kind of… part of the problem, you know? I don’t want to go and see him, and then have to pretend that we’re… I mean, I know he’s my Father. I do. But.. I have enough problems without having to deal with the whole-ass Justice League on my ass, you know?”

“I believe you have less problems than you believe you do,” Clockwork hummed.

Danny narrowed his eyes. “Are you… going to give me a better answer than that?”

“No.”

“Enigmatic bastard.”

“If either of us is a bastard, young Prince, it would be you.”

“You cheeky-!”

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Danny Phantom Fanfic

BEHOLD: My first finished fic for my first-ever fandom!

Contains: light body horror, Ghost King Danny Fenton, meddling Clockwork who is unfathomably old, and Danny being soooooo sleepytired.

Opening lines:

“Can anybody get a clear shot on that ghost!” Mrs. Fenton screeched.

“Uh, I’ve got it Mrs. Fenton!” Sam shouted back, not bothering to sound confident at all. Because she wasn’t. Fiddling with the unwieldy gun, all she could think was: Why did everything the Fentons make have to be so damn huge?!

Sam took aim. She really hoped this wasn’t one of their inventions that vaporized ghosts on contact. Mrs. Fenton had said that it was to “capture them for live study,” but with the Fentons, you never knew.

The black-and-white blur lined up perfectly in the crosshairs, caught between the lines like an exclamation point.

She fired.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Summoned A Flop

For: @darthfrodophantom @warvikwrites 

Valerie has got to stop falling for Vlad’s bullshit, being able to just summon the king of ghosts was definitely too far fetched to have ever actually worked out for her.

Valerie eyes the floor and the large design she’s ‘painted’ on it in ectoplasm, nodding curtly to herself and side eyeing the little paper she got from Vlad, “yeah this looks about right”. As soon as Vlad ‘let’s it slip’ that the king of all ghosts could be summoned she knew what she had to do. If she destroyed or captured him then maybe the ghosts would leave amity alone. That or she could simply talk to this ghost and get him to stop his citizens from coming into the living realm; and maybe punt Vlad for being a lying dick. Okay, so now just a drop of her blood, that way the ghost can’t leave the circle without her letting him and to bring him to the living realm.

And then there’s flashing lights, swirling wind, ragging spiralling flames, and floating globs of ectoplasm forming; it’s all a bit dramatic in Valerie’s opinion. “Oh come on!”. Wait a minute… she knows that voice. When the theatrics dies down Valerie Gray is left staring down at Danny fucking Fenton who’s sitting on his ass legs bent and leaning back on his wrists. Danny blinks at her, she blinks at him, and oh fuck her helmets off damnit. She activates her damn helmet and that breaks the silence, Danny chuckling very awkwardly, “I think it’s a little late for that, Val”, then blinking again, glancing down at the faintly glowing circle thing, “but again, the fuck?”.

She can’t help but blurt out, “‘the fuck’ yourself, how the heck did you appear through a goddamn ghost king summoning circle, Danny”.

“That’s what this is!? Why the fuck are you trying to summon a ghost king?! I have so many questions. And I was actually doing homework! So thanks for that”.

“Oh fuck you. You shouldn’t even be here”, Valerie begins pacing a little, “why the heck would this thing summon you, or any human for that matter? Shouldn’t the ghost king be, oh I don’t know, a fucking ghost?”.

Danny stands up, brushing his pants/hands off, “I mean, logically yeah? But considering we all live in Amity fucking Park, did you seriously expect logical anything?”.

“I mean, point but still”.

Danny just shrugs and goes to walk off, “well you deal with your little crisis, I’m gonna-”, and promptly face plants into the circles' barrier, “okay rude”, looking to Valerie, “really?”.

Okay Valerie can’t help but chuckle a little at that, “well I didn’t want the ghost king running off on me or assaulting me”, grabbing a chair and pulling it over, sitting down kinda in front of Danny, “so care to explain this?”. Like seriously? How the actual fuck did she summon him? She knows he’s got a strange kind of ecto-contamination but that really shouldn’t matter here. It explained how him getting summoned might be possible, but not why this one specifically summoned him.

Danny sticks his arms out at her, “you’re the one who summoned me!”.

“It was supposed to be the ghost king! So I could, you know, stop all this ghost bullshit?! Capture him to scare off the ghosts or get to keep his damn ghosts out!”.

Danny blinks at her, humming a little, “like that’s not a terrible idea, but do you really think ghosts would care or listen that much? Like really?”.

“It’s worth a try, you ass”.

“I don’t know about that one”.

“Oh fuck you”, putting her helmeted head in her hands and shaking her head, “for the love of everything, explain”, lifting her head up and pointing at him, “I’m not letting you out until you do”.

Danny sticks his arms out to the side and huffs, before aggressively sitting down on the ground, crossing his arms and glaring, “boo. No”.

“What do you mean no? Come on Danny”.

“You go and summon me out of the blue, you hide the whole Red Huntress thing -what a fucking way to reveal yourself by the way, and now you’re holding me hostage. I don’t owe you shit”.

She crosses her arms, “okay yeah, I lied and hid things but I still think I should get a damn explanation about this shit? Not letting you go”. That just devolves into a staring contest, Valerie just retracting her helmet because there’s not fucking point anyways and she wanted to get said staring across legitimately. She loses the staring match, since Danny was weird and could probably go for the entire day without blinking if he wanted to. She’s not changing her mind though, and Danny’s getting twitchy.

And eventually… Danny throws his hands up in the air dramatically, “ugh! Fine”. And she smirks at him while he grumbles to himself incoherently. Danny goes back to crossing his arms at her, “where’d you even get this damn circle?”.

“Does it matter”. Danny pouts at her so she rolls her eyes, “the mayor”.

Danny blinks at her before chuckling with a smirk, “you mean the guy I’m perpetually in prank wars with? The guy who became an entire towns mayor just to annoy me? That guy?”.

Valerie blinks, riiiiiight. Goddamn Vlad. He totally set her up! Sighing and putting her face in her palm, “that jackass”. Danny just snickers, “I’m so setting his house on fire for this”.

“Instigating him probably isn’t helpful, Danny”.

“Oh where’s the fun in not returning tit for tat?”.

“You’re impossible”. Valerie stands up, “so let me get this straight, Vlad, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist trying to summon the king of ghosts, tricked me into making a Danny summoning circle just to annoy you?”. She’d say that’s insanely petty, but this is Vlad they’re talking about here.

Danny smirks at her and puts his hands behind his head, “sounds about right”, humming, “sooooo?”.

She eyes him, for some reason she doesn’t really believe him but she also doesn’t really have a reason to accuse him of lying or hiding things. Maybe it’s the way there’s almost a glimmer or mirage of a crown above his head, or the faint glow around him, or the way she can kind of sense power in the air. Yeah she doesn’t believe him at all. But she can’t really explain that now can she? But what she can do is go kick Vlad’s ghostly ass the next time she sees him as revenge. Rolling her eyes at the boy and going about pricking her finger again for the whole blood thing, “fine. I still say this is suspicious as Hell and I absolutely know about your unconscious ass being found outside after that whole shit show with the Pariah ghost”, and glares. If that turned out to be some dethroning thing of some random ghost royal then she’ll smack him one day for it.

Danny just shrugs awkwardly, walking out of the circle, “cool beans. And I’m in general a suspicious person, don’t know what to tell you”, then levels her with a bit of ‘a look‘, “and you do realise that Pariah was the guy you thought you were trying to summon?”.

Valerie blinks, “I knew that guy was some kind of royal, but king of all ghosts?”, then eyeing him suspiciously, “wait, how do you know that?”.

“I hear a lot of ghost gossip. Let’s just say that ghosts really dislikes their king and trapped him in a coma for it”.

Well if that was the case then her whole idea wouldn’t have worked anyways and Vlad’s half ghost ass definitely would have known that. “So my whole idea was a flop, damn. Stupid Vlad”.

Danny laughs, “oh I fully agree with that. Fuck that rich asshole”.

Then Valerie makes a decision, if Vlad was going to mess with her than she was going to mess with him right back, “you know he’s a weird ass half ghost”.

Danny just blinks at her for a bit before rolling his eyes, “wow, way to be a dick and just reveal him like that”, putting a hand on his hip, “rude. But if you think ghosts don’t gossip about that, you’re kidding yourself. So yeah”, shrugging, “I knew”.

Yeah Valerie kind of figured that, “well he’s been a dick to me, so hah”. But Danny points at her, “dickish revenge is, like, filling his water bed with wet cement or swatting his house. Not revealing a thing that could get him experimented on by the government. Gosh”.

“Really Danny? You’re stupid”.

“Says the person who really believed fucking Vlad would just get her to summon the fucking king of all ghosts. Dumb dumb”.

She absolutely slaps the idiot for that.

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And later Vlad actually has the gall to act surprised over the fact that she ‘accidentally’ summoned Danny. Fucking prick. He also suddenly smelled like beets and suspiciously didn’t wear a single white undershirt for a week.

End.

Prompts: Cut the head off the snake, everything else falls apart. Valerie is hoping the same will hold true for the Ghost Zone. And now that Vlad Masters has given her a way to summon the king of the Ghost Zone, she’s hoping she can eliminate the ghost threat once and for all. It sounded like a solid plan, until Danny Fenton of all people showed up when she used the summoning ritual. and To get revenge on Vlad Masters, Valerie tells someone (be the Fentons, Danny, Tucker, the A- listers, or the GIW) what she discovered at the end of D-Stabilized.

[catmiint]

A ghost of future days (Invisobang 2022)

summary: Frostbite spoke his last words, tired but with conviction, “Find King Phantom. Bring him back to the beginning–help him save us all.” 

Or; after a war devastates ghost and human alike, Danny is sent back in time to before the portal accident to prevent the war from happening at all. Fixing a broken timeline isn’t so easy when your heart is broken too, and Danny’s biggest enemy might just be himself.

Rated Teen [read on ao3]

warnings: discussion of previous dissection, minor themes of  alcohol abuse, self destructive behavior, trauma and PTSD, previous/non permanent character death

tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Time Travel, Danny centric, Ghost King!Danny, Past Gray Ghost mentions, Sentient Ghost Zone

art by @toadstool32

[trinoxtrinox]

Records of his time before death

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Order. Prompt: Past

Summary: There are many tales about King Phantom's exploits and adventures throughout the ages, however very little is known about his time before he died and became a halfa.

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There are many tales about how King Phantom, the half ghost half human that walked the tight line between life and death, the ruler of the Infinite Realms, the champion of the ancients and the protector of the balance came to become the leader of a whole dimension. His exploits against his most famous enemies and members of his rogue gallery, and tales about what came after his coronation, but almost no one knows what he was like before all of that, before he became a king, before he became a halfa. Only a select few knew this, and they most likely would share the story if only they found someone interested in them.

There’s for example the story of his first victory in a science fair thanks to his accurate model of the solar system, a day of extreme happiness for the by then 8 years old child, who instantly went to show his blue ribbon once his parents went to get him from school, and they all ended up in the Nasty Burger celebrating the first achievement related to astronomy that one Danny Fenton has gotten. That day was said to be one of the happiest in his life, but not the only one that has managed to gain that moniker.

Another of the happiest days of his life was the day that he managed to befriend one Sam Manson, who amongst the ghosts of the realm might be better known as “The Rebellious Princess of Mattingly” and “The One Favored by Undergrowth”. Not much can be told about that day since it was when both King Phantom and his only other friend back then Pharaoh Tucker were quite young, however one of the details that managed to survive the passage of time was the fact that they met after Pharaoh Tucker blamed a third party over ruining something from Lady Sam, and King Phantom had to interfere to allow his friend to come up with said lie.

This doesn’t mean that his life was full of happy memories however, we all know about the many tales of how the human parents of King Phantom caused so much unrest and sadness during the christmas season, however another thing that is often forgotten by the ghosts that reside in this realm, is that King Phantom used to be on the lowest slab of the food chain in the social hierarchy of the human realm thanks to his parents obsession with ghosts. I know this might sound like blasphemy to some of you, but we have to remember that we all used to be human (for those that were born from dead humans), and infants can be incredibly cruel when they propose to do cruelty.

One of the exploits of King Phantom he did when he was 12 years old, managing to save a dog that was trapped under a fence and taking it to a veterinarian, and staying with said dog until it was eventually time to head back home, talking with the animal about all the stars that could be seen in the night sky that day. It is believed that from this event the originally thought protection obsession that is theorized by many for King Phantom to have came from.

Many things have carried on from his past as well that keep on persisting today, the most recognizable one of King Phantom’s repertoire is his trusted and well used Fenton Thermos, something that many inhabitants of the Infinite Realms are intimately familiar with, however some of the other items he carries with himself or leaves in the open in his keep are one particularly battered and old model of the Mars Rover Opportunity, a painting of an astronaut floating in space with the sun behind them and a single photograph of his whole human family and friends; objects which the king often uses to reminisce of his own human life before he became part of an endangered species began.

Not much left is known about the king’s past, such as his favorite meal back then, how he interacted with the human educational system, how he dealt with any trouble coming his way, or how his family was with him; however context clues can let us infer that he had a loving family that cared deeply about him even if they weren’t the best at showing it nor the most responsible people, also that he has a serious distrust of any authority figure that tries to put themselves above his own figure due to the continual failure of those that were responsible of him when he was still powerless to choose for himself what he wanted to be, thus pushing him into becoming the best authority he could ever be, and I think it’s safe to say that everyone knows that King Phantom just doesn’t know when to quit.

There are many things in King Phantom’s past that affect how he became the ruler he is today, many of them being lost to history due to them happening while he was still a full human and ghosts back then still having no reliable gateway to the living realm, but enough items and tales were left behind to paint an approximate picture of what it was like for King Phantom to live among the humans back then, and how his experiences shaped him into the benevolent ruler that he is today.

[cosmichorror-jazzhands]

yo i need the original post of the ghost king danny theory. and i can't find it. can someone send a link or something?

[sublime82]

Ghost King Danny x Death the endless ship

Ah Eldritch Love

[anglers1mp]

Poll

so I made Danny actually have a few lovers before Jason and decided on having a Martian lover when he was younger..what species should his other relationship be before Jason??

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