#space obsessed danny

[neversleep5842]

The Astral Express

Danny told his parents the truth.

He couldn't be happier. They accepted him.

They accepted his ghost side no he wasn't crying Jazz he even told them about Dani(Ellie). They accepted her with open arms.

They were mortified once they found out they were shooting at their baby boy. They apologised perfusly. They even planned on destroying all of their ghost weapons, the portal and their entire life's work just for him. He was happy they were willing to do that for him but he couldn't let them destroy their work. Danny stopped them before they could.

Destroying the portal is very dangerous. It would ruin the delicate balance between the veil and their world.

They finally could live as a happy family with no secrets.

...Of course nothing good could last forever.

The GIW just had to fuck it all up.

Somehow the GIW found out about Danny and Ellie. They thought they manipulated Jack and Maddie even when they themselves told them they were wrong.

The GIW, the fricking idiots that they are, launched a godamm missile to ghost zone. To destroy it once and for all. To cleanse the world from the evil ghost scums.

What they did instead was destroying the connection their world had with the infinite realms the fucking glue that holds every dimension together.

Their world was gone in less than a second. One moment it was there, the next it's gone forever.

Luckily Danny's family survived. They managed to get into to portal a few seconds before the missile was launched.

But They couldn't stay in the ghost zone forever. They had to find a good dimension to settle down in.

This time Jack and Maddie will be great parents! They will make sure all of their kids are healthy and happy.

Jack and Maddie wanted to find a way to let both Danny and Ellie fulfill their obsessions (Danny- space & protection, Ellie- freedom & traveling/exploring).

They came up with the idea of traveling in space.

Using a train to travel space was probably not the best idea but it's more fun that way (plus they could sometimes let cool aliens travel with them that way).

Danny gets to fulfill his space obsession and protection obsession (sometimes he would help some aliens in trouble, he protects his family and he is protected by them).

Ellie gets to fulfill her traveling/exploring obsession and freedom obsession (as long as she is free to be herself and free to to what she wants she is all good).

They go on adventures in space and get to meet a bunch of cool aliens! (And all characters that have some kind relation to space like the green lanterns etc)

This is just me wanting to see Danny and his family traveling in space using a train.

[danis-artss]

Between the stars he once so loved

[fanaroff]

Above the Nasty Burger Ch. 4

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Danny didn't like it. 

Not the Obsession part, he loved that. He loved the freckles that looked like constellations. The way his pupils looked like vast galaxies if they were into for too long. The connection he could feel towards the planetary systems sitting outside of Earth’s atmosphere. He could feel the Earth.

But the changing. He didn't want it. It reminded Danny too much of a time he thought he'd left behind in that thermos Clockwork watched over. Sure, there were differences, but each time he caught a glimpse of the fangs and the skin, his mind would flash back to similar ones that belonged to a bigger, scarier him.

Staring at himself in the bathroom mirror wasn't doing him much good, he knew that, but he couldn't help but try to stare his reflection into submission, forcing it to go back to the way it was before. Glaring the blue-green skin away, the fangs he was still getting used to, the pointed ears, the reflective eyes. He looked... demonic (all he was missing were the horns and black sclera). His ears would twitch at sounds, move up and down with his emotions, he was like an Ancients-damned elf (not that there was anything wrong with said damned elves). Just... he'd like it a lot better if he didn't look as if a younger version of Dan had a love child with Legolas. And if he looked how he did before. 

Mainly that last bit.

He'd have to get used to it. 

Danny covered his face with his hands and let out a low groan. Ancients, Phantom will never be able to be seen in Amity again. Not looking like this, not when there were already so few that believed Danny was good. If he went out there looking basically like a stereotype for a demon, they'd attempt to exorcise him for sure. Or call the Guys in White. Or his parents. He wasn't sure which was worse. Probably all of them at once? His luck was like that. 

Fuck, he wouldn't be able to tell his parents he was Phantom either. If they asked him to prove it and he showed them this? It wouldn't end well for any of them. A lot of tears and an early retreat to the Ghost Zone would probably be the best outcome he could hope for. Could he even show Sam or Tucker this version of Phantom? What about Jazz? Definitely not Valerie, he was already on thin ice enough with her. 

Would Dani end up looking like him? 

Fuck, this was probably how Vlad felt when he first had his change. 

Danny's jaw chattered unbidden as his anxieties and fears whirled in his mind, bringing frost to his skin and rising into the warmer air with wispy vapors. He needed to calm down. He knew he needed to. But there was so much to get overwhelmed by. He clenched his hands across his arms and hunched in on himself. 

What was he going to do?

"Danny?" his mother's voice and gentle knock on the door startled Danny enough that he full-body flinched in surprise. He tried to catch his balance, yelped when he didn't, banged an elbow painfully on a corner of the sink, and yet his scared mind still had enough smarts to somehow transform back into his human form as his ass hit the tub. He winced. That... was a lot of noise. 

"Danny, are you okay?" The doorknob jiggled. 

"Ye-yeah! Just lost my balance." Danny called back. That was a bit too close. Thankfully  he'd locked the door beforehand but still... damn.

”Are you sure? You’ve been in there for a while and that was an awful amount of noise!” 

“I’m fine! I promise! Just uh… just had a stomach ache!” Danny winced as the lie came out. Sure he was in the bathroom and it would be a normally believable lie, but even that one sounded fake to his ears. 

His mom went quiet on the other side of the door. Maybe a bit too quiet for maybe a bit too long. He heard her sigh. It sounded tired. He knew the feeling.

“I- Danny, can we talk? Please?” She asked, sounding just as tired as her sigh.

Danny could feel his heart beat pick up at the question. He really didn’t want to talk with her right now. He really, really didn’t. Lists of excuses flew through his mind as he searched desperately for one he could use. 

None would work, though. He knew this. She’d already heard him on the other side of the door and there were literally no other ways out of the bathroom. Just the door his mother was currently standing in front of, blocking it and making it impossible for Danny to escape without being noticed. 

There wasn’t a choice. The only thing he could do was be thankful that he was not stuck in Ghost Speak.

He opened his mouth and closed it. Then he took a deep breath as he stood up from his collapsed heap.

“Yeah.”   

Saying it felt almost… final. 

Danny had to make an effort to calm his breathing and keep his posture loose while he stepped to the bathroom door and unlocked it. When he opened it, he got a fresh look at his mother. 

Maddie looked a little rough. The hood of her hazmat was lowered showing ginger hair that was greasy and sticking up in places. Her eyes had bags that almost rivaled Danny’s and her posture was slumped. Some parts of her hazmat were covered in black oil stains. She looked like she’d just come out of a week-long inventing binge and hadn’t had a chance to shower in a while. That may have been the original reason she came to the bathroom and Danny just happened to be having a little freak out inside of it that she could take advantage of. What timing.  Upon seeing Danny, his mother straightened up and looked him up and down critically before smiling softly. “There you are! It feels like I haven’t seen you properly in ages!” 

Danny had to refrain from mentioning that it HAS been ages. It was his fault for the most part, recently at least, but all with good reasons. Some of them being new inventions with the name “Fenton” in them. Some of them deadly. 

He could only manage a smile that felt as fake as his earlier lie. “Hi… Mom. Sorry, there’s been a lot going on.” That wasn’t a lie, but his mother looked at him skeptically.  Maddie's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing him as if she were trying to see through the layers of his excuse. She probably was. Her head tilted and she stepped just a bit closer. She was a tall woman, but it suddenly struck Danny that he was eye to eye with her now. Just one more thing that changed. 

His mother smelled of old gadget grease and something faintly burning that clung to her hazmat. A familiar smell made stronger by Danny's biology.  "You've been acting different, Danny," Maddie said quietly. Her voice was soft with a thread of concern laced through it that sent a tightening through his chest. "Are you sure you're okay? We haven't... we haven't spoken one on one in a while... even longer for your dad it seems."  Danny's heart thrummed in his ears as she took another step forward, her eyes flitting between his and searching. "What's going on with you?" And wasn't that just the question he couldn't answer?  His tongue went dry in his mouth. He had to answer her, he had to give her something, didn't he? Breath hitching, he broke their gaze and turned his head slightly to the side, struggling for an excuse he hadn't already given her. "I'm- I'm just tired. School is tiring and everything is tiring and...." He trailed off, risking a peak at his mother. She looked concerned, if not more so than she was when she first opened the door. Eyebrows pinched and lips pursed just so. Then her concern deepened into skepticism.

"You've been more than just tired," She said matter-of-factly. "You've been avoiding all of us. Me, your dad, your sister. It even seems like you're avoiding Sam and Tucker. It's been a while since you even brought them over. What's going on? I know there's something bothering you. You can tell me. There is nothing I wouldn't do to help you."  And didn't that just try to bring tears to his eyes? Danny wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her about dying and coming back, the pain that was the accident. The pain that was his self-imposed duty to protect his family and Amity Park. The sleepless nights of being kept up by fights and fear and injuries he had to take care of himself. He wanted to tell her about Pariah Dark, the Ghost Zone, his trips through time, the timeline he went dark, and Ember being his friend. But most of all, he wanted to tell her about becoming the Ghost King. That soon, he wouldn't be able to speak with her like this again. That soon, he would have to leave all the living behind and close all the portals to the Infinite Realms. That soon, he would have to die. For good.  He wanted so bad. He couldn't risk it. There was more than just himself riding on his choices now.  So, Danny bottled up his wants and emotions and looked his mother directly in the eye. He forced a smile through his panic, through his want to throw himself into her arms and sob. "I'm fine." What a lie.  It felt too easy, dismissive. What could he possibly say? I got killed in your invention? I'm not human anymore? We'll never see each other again until you die? 

And if he did say something? What then? His parents already stated they would tear Phantom apart "molecule by molecule." No, he couldn't risk it.  Furthering his lie, Danny reached up to rub the back of his neck. His skin, once warm, was cold and clammy, even to himself at times. "I just need a little..." He almost said space and he could almost feel his newly discovered Obsession trying to wiggle into being the first chance it got. "time. I just need a little time." He dropped his hand. "I'm fine. I promise."  His mother stared at him a moment, the two left standing in silence with one closing up and one trying to will the other to just talk to her.  Finally, Maddie's shoulders slumped and she sighed. A hand went to pinch the bridge of her nose and she closed her eyes. "I'm not trying to pressure you, Danny. But you don't have to hide from me. Whatever it is, we can figure it out together."  Danny swallowed again, the words he wanted to say lodged in his throat.  "I-" and then the word slipped out before he could stop it. "Maddie, I just-" Her eyes widened. His heart froze.  He'd just called his mother by her name. He never did that. He hadn't meant to call her that. Since when had she become "Maddie" to him?  His mother's expression faltered and her eyebrows knit together. Her face showed the hurt she was no doubt feeling and Danny panicked. "I mean Mom! Sorry-" He rubbed a hand down his face. "It's just I've been... thinking a lot. I just need more time. There's... there's more going on right now than I can word. Please, just- I just-" He could feel his lip trying to tremble at the onslaught of emotions. He dropped his hand again. "I'm sorry." Maddie blink, the surprise and hurt on her face fading back to concern. She took a half-step back, crossing her arms loosely. "It's-it's okay, Danny. But I want you to know you don't have to shut me out. I'm your mother. I'll always be here for you." The words stung. Not because they weren't true, but because he wasn't sure if he could even be a good son to her anymore. There was no way she would accept him as he is now- not with what he had become and the path he was about to take.  With a sigh, Maddie spoke. "I'm going to take a shower. Your father spilled some oil on me again and I feel gross because I let it sit for an hour before I could reach a stopping point in what we were working on. You can take all the time you need, but I'm still here okay?"  Danny nodded quickly, stomach churning with relief, and he stepped to the side to let her through into the bathroom. "Yeah. Yeah. I'll be fine." He stopped a moment, then asked almost shyly. "Can I ask what you're working on?" Maddie paused and looked at him. Their eyes met fleetingly and Danny froze. Her face was... there wasn't a word he could really put to it. Not suspicious but... there was something almost considering. Then she smiled. "I'll tell you later when we have a chance to talk again." And with that, the door closed and Danny was left standing in the hallway by himself. As the water turned on in the shower, he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Even if he thought he had no right to. Normally, if he asked his parents about their inventions, there was nothing that would stop them from telling him about them. Nothing. There were many times he stood next to his grease-soaked (or other stuff) soaked parents and listened happily. Then, later bored. Then, because knowing their inventions kept him alive.  This was the first time, to his memory, one of his parents didn't immediately dive into talking about what they were working on. And that sent a thought niggling into his mind. Were they suspicious? More than Jazz had thought? Did they suspect there was more going on than teenage angst? The thought scared him. His chest tightened and dread creeped in. He hadn't convinced her he was fine, had he? Not this time.  Next time, it would only be harder. If there was a next time. 

Danny turned to head downstairs. The hallway felt longer than usual with the quiet weight of his thoughts pressing down on him with each step. It took a moment to realize, but he had been holding a breath. He'd almost forgotten how to breathe around the tightness in his chest. He took a deep breath and let it out.  Everything was different. Even more so now since his Obsession Trance. The sensation of his own transformation, the overwhelming hum of his cored. And now, his mind was spiraling, trying to reconcile everything that had happened. The lights of his house felt too bright, the air too still, and Danny just wanted to find a way out of his situation.  But there was no escape. There wouldn't be, ever. 

Danny turned the corner to the stairs and stopped when he spotted Jazz at the bottom. She was perched on the lowest step, one knee hugged to her chest, and was turned to look up at him. She was already staring at him with that, "I'm going to figure you out," expression and it made his stomach twist.  "Hey," She called quietly. Her voice was almost too calm. "Can we talk?" Danny stalled. He already just had a conversation he barely wiggled out of with his mother. He didn't want to have to do it again with his sister. But he owed her a small conversation, at the very least, for all the help she'd been with distracting their parents. He didn't want to lie to her, but he couldn't tell her anything just yet. Not yet. He wasn't ready. If he gave her an inch, she would take a mile. Jazz was smart- too smart. And he was too damn exhausted to keep up the charade.  Jazz raised an eyebrow when Danny didn't immediately answer. "I heard Mom corner you. Are you okay?"  Danny shrugged and made his way slowly down the stairs.  His sister continued, "I don't know what's going on with you, but you're freaking me out. And, you know, when you're freaking me out, it's serious."  He managed a half smile at that. "You're always freaking out."  Jazz sniffed and crossed her arms. "I'm always serious." Danny's half smile turned wry. "There are some things going on." He admitted and Jazz whipped her head to his face, obviously surprised he was actually telling her something more. "I can't tell you about it yet. There's..." He ran a hand through his bangs. "There's so much and it's easier to handle without anyone poking their noses into things." He tried to look apologetic, and he was, but it was harder to show that when he had to keep doing the things he was apologizing for. There was a moment of silent contemplation from Jazz as Danny took the final couple of stairs down to sit next to her on the final step.  "Do you ever think about the things we used to get up to as kids?" She finally asked.

Confused, Danny nodded. "Honestly? All the time. Things seemed so much easier then."  Jazz nodded and stuck her chin in a palm, elbow on her knee. "I keep thinking about the books I used to read to you. How much closer we felt then." She turned to him. "I practically raised you, didn't I?" Again, Danny nodded. She practically did. With their parents distracted by inventions and ghosts, it seemed that more days out of the week left Jazz and Danny to their own devices at an age that seemed too young for it.  Jazz smiled, a soft nostalgic expression lighting up her face. "We used to sneak up to the top of the Ops and fiddle with that old telescope, remember?  The mention of the past hit Danny harder than expected. His core pulsed, making his heart skip a beat, and a surge of Obsession flooded his senses. Danny froze in place. He could feel his core thrumming with an energy he would not be able to hold back. Not yet. The sensations were too new. Before he could stop her, Jazz continued.  "There was that one night all the clouds were gone, and the moon was so bright. It felt like it was glowing just for us. We actually saw a few stars, remember? You were so excited. You wouldn't let us go back inside- you demanded we stay out there for hours, just staring at the moon through the telescope." The energy hit him like a title wave. The memory of that night- the pure joy, the excitement in his chest, the way the night sky seemed to open up before him- it felt almost too real. It was nothing like the vast sky that connected him to his Obsession, but it was just as beautiful in its own way. 

Sparks of energy crackled in spots across Danny's face and before he could stop it, constellations bloomed across his cheeks. With a desperate, panicked and involuntary movement, he buried his face in his hands.  "It was cold, so you ended up getting a cold and- Danny?" Jazz's voice faltered, clearly started by his sudden movement. A hand gently grasped his shoulder. "Danny, are you okay? What's wrong?"  He could only shake his head through his hands, the weight of his emotions and the situation too much to put into words.

"Hey- what's... Danny? Are you- are you glowing?"  Shit.  Danny's head snapped up, eyes widening as he stared at the glowing lights that were slowly creeping across his hands. He could feel them traveling over the rest of his body too. The panic set in harder as he turned to Jazz. His sister's mouth was hanging open as she stared, eyes tracking the lights making their way up his neck to his ear. They two of them were frozen, locked in the moment, the air suddenly so much thicker with tension. "Danny, what-" She started. Then her expression shifted. Her eyes narrowed and realization flashed across her face. "I was talking about the stars from before and you lit up like them. Did you... Danny, did you find your Obsession!?" He could only nod, his throat too tight to speak. Jazz cracked a wide, beaming grin and she lunged to throw her arms around him in an excited hug. "It's space isn't it?" She cried.  "Yeah." Danny managed to say. His voice was barely more than a whisper. Jazz back slightly to search his face with a puzzled frown. She was no doubt trying to figure out why he wasn't reacting with the same level of excitement. She blinked, clearly confused.  "You're in your human form." She said then, her voice trailing off. She gasped. "Danny you're human. The stars! While you're human!? But-"  Her words faltered again and her expression softened, almost pitying, as she looked at him with a gentleness he wasn't sure he deserved. "Oh, Danny..." And that was it.  The dam inside him broke. His lips trembled, his face crumpling as the flood of emotions overwhelmed him. In the next moment, he couldn't hold it back anymore. His body shook and Danny burst into tears.

<< Previous Ch. Next Ch. >> >>A longer post to try and make up for how long it's been since I updated this fic! The last time I did, my mom passed shortly after and I lost a lost of motivation for a lot of the fics I was working on at the time. But I've recently gotten a spark back for this one! If you'd like to be tagged for future updates, please let me know in the replies so I can start implementing tags! Hope you enjoyed!

[leafyeyes417]

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Hunting

Damian and Danny are fraternal twins. Both are darker skinned, but Damian got more of Talia’s features while Danny had more of Bruce’s. Ignoring how they got separated and how Danny got to the Fentons, his exposure to ectoplasm, the accident, and ghostliness leeched his skin color to appear white/pale.

Later in Gotham he is seen by one of the Bats while civilian and they are concerned about the Bruce clone. Especially because they are covered in blood (not that they know it isn’t Danny’s blood).

Danny however is on a hunt. The GIW took Ellie and he had hit his limit with kindness or holding back. He may be rusty (he really didn’t get to use his training against the ghosts, they fought too different) but he didn’t forget his League training. He was getting back into shape though after dealing with the minor targets. It’s unfortunate that he needed to go to Gotham since he had no wish to see his bio father and twin but he would go through Hell to get Ellie back.

[bet-on-me-13]

Undead Galaxy

So! Within the Ghost Zone, there exists a Lair unlike any other.

To a Ghost, a Lair is supposed to be an integral part of their Existence. When a Ghost Builds their Lair, they take a part of the Ghost Zone Itself and mold it into a Realm of their own, transforming it into a reflection of their Core.

As such, a Lair usually matches the personality, and more importantly the Obsessions, of the Ghost it was created by. It is meant to be the Eternal Home of the one who built it, a place to spend the rest of their eternal unlife, and as such it needs to be able to fulfill the Ghosts Obsessions.

Think of Skulkers Lair, an Island Jungle filled to the brim with Monsters and Beasts of all sorts, ready and waiting to be hunted down and skinned. The perfect home for a ghost with an Obsession based on Hunting.

Some take this a step farther, like the Ancients (which is just another name used for Gods in the Zone), who transform their Lairs into Entirely Seperate Afterlives for others to inhabit. Hades, Osiris, the Demon Lords of the various Hells, they all took this approach.

But there is a problem. For beings like God's, who are sustained by Worship, what would happen if their world were to die? If the planet their people resided on were to be hit by an asteroid, or blown up by an Alien warlord?

A God without its worship would Fade, and as such the Afterlife they used to maintain would fall apart as well. The Millions of Souls who trusted that God to protect them in death would be left to the mercy of the Void between Afterlives. Somebody decided that they didn't like that, and stepped in.

Within the Ghost Zone exists a Galaxy.

A Galaxy where all the souls and Afterlives of worlds that have died continue to exist. Worlds that were destroyed by a cataclysmic War that resulted in both sides dying, by unstable Mining Practices destabilize the Core, by a Psychic Virus that wiped out all life on Planet leaving a baren husk.

When their populations died, and the Gods who maintained their afterlives would have faded, they were saved by another and brought into his Lair.

The Ghost King, Phantom.

He was a spirit with two simple Obsessions. The Protection of others, and the Majesty of Space.

But there was no Space in the Ghost Zone, only the Infinite void. So he made his own. He constructed a Lair of incredible size, decorating it with Stars and Planets and Supernova and Nebula. He recreated the Majesty of the Space he adored, and the invited the wandering souls of dead worlds to enjoy it with him.

He gave them planets of their own within the Unliving Galaxy. All the souls of crumpled afterlives wandering the Ghost Zone were allowed to recreate it again, to find eachother and build their communities again.

With this he could fulfill both of his Obsessions at the same time, and he would he doing his duty as their king by helping his subjects.

He saw it as an absolute win.

...

They had been trapped in this strange dimension for days now.

Nobody had any idea how they ended up there. Clark had just fallen asleep, Diana was training, Hal was on patrol. Even J'onn himself was on Moniter Duty, when the next thing he knew they were all waking up on a floating purple rock in a Lazarus green void.

Thankfully Constantine that had been dragged alongside him when J'onn when he was taken, and managed to explain that they were in some kind of void in-between the afterlives.

"The Ghost Zone" "The Unending End" "The Collective Dead", it went by many names apparently. The most famous name for it was "The Infinite Realms", named for the way the infinite souls residing there would build their own personal Realms, or Lairs, to spend eternity in.

Not even he knew how they had ended up there. Constantine was confident that they hadn't died recently (the fact they needed to use "recently" was a sad thought), so it wasn't the old fashioned way at the very least.

Still, they needed to get moving. This place was dangerous and they didn't want to stay in one place for too long.

After days of traveling across the strange void (had they even eaten since they arrived there?) Constantine finally caught a hint of something. There was a draw on them, pulling them towards a specific direction. They had been unconsciously following it for days now, and now that they knew what they were doing they soldiered on even faster. If there were answers wherever they were being drawn, they would find them.

Once it came into view, it was obvious what had been calling to them this entire time. It was massive.

Spanning across the endless horizon, they could see something that looked like a Galaxy spanning in front of them. From their position on a floating island, they could see it in all its glory. Contrasting the green they had become accustomed to, the Galaxy swirled in a variety of Bright Blues and Deep Purples, with multicolored stars shining so brightly they stood out even as far as they were from it.

It took all their breaths away, and J'onn would admit to having stood there staring for longer than he should have. It was just so starkly different than anything he had seen thus far in this dimension of greens and purples.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

In an Instant their weapons were drawn and fighting stances set, facing the person who had appeared in their midst.

He was a young man, seemingly in his early 20's, with snow white hair and Lazarus green eyes. Above his head sat a crown glowing the same color as the galaxy spanning in front of them. They all knew instantly that this man was connected to it on a deep level.

"Who are you" Asked Diana. Her thoughts were filled with theat assessments and carefulness. She thought he was strong.

"Oh, my name is Phantom." He replied, "Sorry for startling you, this is one of my favorite spots to stargaze and I forgot that normal people usually can't see me when I zone out like that."

"What is that?" Clark asked, pointing to the Galactic Structure on the horizon. He was curious. The man before they didn't act hostile, so he had decided to match his energy.

"Oh, that's my Galaxy. Like it?" He asked excitedly, "Took me ages to get it looking just right, but I'm so proud of the results."

"Do you know why we are here?" Asked Hal, his mind was swimming with worry over his Sector of space. He had been taken while patrolling it. He wanted to get back quickly.

"I didn't bring you here, if that's what you're asking." He replied evenly, "But I know who did. They wanted to see you again, but with their Realms crumbled and their people scattered, they never had the chance. Now they do, and they wanted to say hello again. Sorry about the long journey, they messed up the Summoning process and you ended up a bit farther than intended."

"Who summoned us?" Asked Constantine warily. His thoughts were full of the various demons and gods he knew inhabited these Realms. He was worried.

"Well, You, accidently got dragged along through proximity, sorry." He apologized to the magician, "But as for the rest of you? Well, you'll just have to wait and see for yourselves. Trust me, it'll be a welcome surprise."

"Can you tell us where can we find the ones who summoned us?" Asked J'onn finally. He was curious, and wary, of who had decided to pull them into this dimension. But if the man before them was being truthful, then he wanted to meet them.

"Just keep following that pulling sensation that brought you here, you'll find them." He said, "I'll stay here for a while longer though. Just want to stargaze a bit more."

They left him on the island and kept going.

As the approached the Galaxy, it dawned on them how truly massive the realm in front of them was. Hal confirmed that it wasn't as big as a real one, but even he was in awe at its size.

As they drew closer is quickly became apparent that they were being drawn in different directions. After a quick discussion they decided it was best to split up.

J'onn approached the Planet he was being drawn to, and realized very quickly that it very closely resembled his old homeworld, Mars. The Red Sands, the Rocky Terrain, the two Moons that could be seen orbiting the planet, all of it seemed tailor made to resurface memories of his destroyed home.

It took all of a second for all of it to come together in his head.

The allusions Phantom had made to his summoners missing him. The resemblance to his old Homeworld. The fact he was currently in a version of the Afterlife.

As he made the connection in his head, he felt another two connections form. Ones he had not felt in the the Centuries since he had lost them.

"Hello, J'onn."

"...M'yri'ah..." His wife.

"Hi dad."

"...K'hym..." His Daughter.

It took nearly a full minute before his mind calmed enough to send them a response. It was a Whirlwind of wild thoughts, fear of this being a trick, and above all hope that it was real.

Eventually, he finally managed a response.

"I missed you."

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Aurora Borealis Crown has been haunting my thoughts…..

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[emacrow]

Um.. Superman.. what that thing stuck on your cape?

Clark's brain short circuit for a moment as he just got back of flying at great speed in the middle of deep space to thrown one of Lex's giants bombs destroy the city and come back in record time.

He turn a bit to look at his cape to see a tiny humanoid starlight dust covered child with white hair, glowing full green that look like white specks stars were implanted themselves into his big ol eyes, nawing on a handful of stardust with inhumanly sharp itsy bitsy fangs.

A small yet floating crown that look similar to one of Nasa pictures of far out space.

Did he just accidentally abducted an royal alien child/teen?

[hugsandchaos]

Guys, I need “people working at the planetarium having a good bond with Phantom because he goes there so often”! It’s mostly the people on night watch who get to see him. He goes to the planetarium for some peace and quiet, he usually just lays on the floor as if it’s the first break he’s had all day. Sometimes he talks with the staff, but it’s mostly him just casually haunting the place.

They eventually figure out that space is his obsession, and since he’s very polite and they don’t know just how important it is for a ghost’s health to indulge in their obsession, they have no problems with him being there. No one says a thing to any ghost hunters. Once, the Fentons came suspecting Phantom was there. They were right, but the workers teamed up to convince them it was a malfunction in their inventions.

Once they were gone, Phantom turned to the nearest one like they just saved him from death and hugged them. They were not released for a solid ten minutes.

[spookberry]

Im like pretty sure drawing the portal accident a million different ways is a right of passage

[methoughtsphantom]

Danny fake guardian angel au

You know how sometimes it’s highlighted how you have to be very careful on what you say in the presence of a spirit because they can twist your words and end up bidding yourself to it?? well uno-reverse-card the spirit also has to be careful on what he says because when Danny had said he owed the dude one for coming to his rescue in a gala Vlad had dragged him to, he didn’t expect that to be taken literally.

danny: wait seriously?? i literally say that all the time!

cw: not after being crowned ghost king, you haven’t

danny: but—but I was also human when I said it. doesn’t that protect me or smth

cw: *shakes his head*

danny:

danny: omg this is a nightmare

cue timmy’s brucequest period (cuz he’s the guy) being so high strung and tired, he just wants some company, which is a so low stakes thing to want the deal Danny unintentionally goes sure we can do that and pulls him towards the guy, despite Timmy never outright saying he wants company. (tim always speaks in the sanctity of his own mind, not out loud)

So. random spirit manifesting. Tim going all who the fuck are u

and Danny panicking and saying your guardian angel

Tim not being impressed while Danny promptly blushes like a moron because that did not come off as he wanted it to.

Yes accidental dead tired where the dynamic goes from Tim trying to shake this probably demon that somehow latched to him being all like ??? dude leave me alone, and Danny being there like bitch i’m trying

to

huh. im actually being protected by a spirit like he said he would. he’s strangely an idiot but also he’s overpowered and just never leaves my side which he says it’s an angel obligation but I think it’s bullshit but also hoping it’s not because it appeals to my crippling fear of abandonment (anyways he really seems to take after those little cartoon angels that poof into your shoulder to keep from me doing wrong decisions) translate into my future boyfriend seems increasingly appalled to what i am up to

meanwhile danny

Bitch you better thank your god I’m dead because otherwise I would already been killed. I did not sign up for a assassins what the fuck I thought you were a normal civilian not a literal superhero and omg that is a fruitloop. no no back off you wrinkly raisin this is my emotional support idiot you can’t have him and what do you mean you’re messing with time whatever this way I can get back to clockwork—

[anonymous-existences]

"For the first time, it's as though the coldness of the rain is warmer than the touch of my family."

Prompt:

Danny Phantom in a world where jazz died in a crossfire fight with pariah dark, although he inherited the crown he's not yet old enough for the throne and only titled the crown prince, Maddie and Jack would be alive and mourning their daughter's death, they'll completely start focusing more on killing phantom more than ever and forget the Human Danny Son they know. Out of grief and self-blame he runs away therefore ripping himself out of his own haunt, heading to Gotham, he'll probably stay homeless but eventually find a job using his ghostly powers to feed himself 90% of the time and possibly having been taught by wulf on how to open portals to the ghost zone so he can process ectoplasm in his system and such.

In Gotham he does minor vigilante work such as bringing down muggers and protecting innocent people or basic stuff such as helping a cat out of a tree for a kid.

There he unfortunately comes across one of the bats, and they out of... Batsy Curiousity and Wariness start trying to hunt him down trying to figure out who he is and Bruce being Bruce Trying to adopt the kid vigilante.

In the end the bats don't succeed but perhaps Alfred manages to get the little hero's trust after being 'saved' by the little hero. To pay the little hero back Alfred decided to bring him home and then.

Shenanigans ensue, trope will be found family, angst with comfort and Fluff, identity reveals and also the overcoming of grief and how grief affects a person overall especially a child and Danny getting adopted into the Wayne family in the end. I'd think he's younger than Damian for more new baby bat effect.

:3 hope someone likes this prompt cuz I can't find any that's like this.

[neversleep5842]

D/N/A

Danny was Not ready to give up on becoming an astronaut just yet!

It doesn't matter if his heart beats a little slower than the average person! He will make his dream come true!

He talked to Frostbite about it, to find if there is anything he can do.

They found a solution!

Halfas can't die unless their core the very essence of their existence is destroyed, even stuff that will be fatal to ghosts like Blood Blossoms will not end them. Hurt and weaken yes but not kill. They can't die as humans either, their ghost half will heal them.

(it doesn't really makes sense but bear with me)

That's why Danny has to rip his heart out and put it in ghost form.

Because of his ice core his heart beats slower than normal. If his heart is closer to his core and the ectoplasm in his ghost form will make sure it keeps beating. If the structure of his ghost form will mimic a human(firm, sturdy etc), his heart will try to stabilise and will begin to beat in a way humans find 'healthy'. Once it's stable and 'healthy' he will put it back in his human form.

He will finally will be able to pass the physical tests for becoming an astronaut!

Now all he has to do is to get his grades up!

He told his rogues gallery that he will not have time to fight them as often, some were surprisingly understanding (like Ember, Sydney, Youngblood etc) while other used it to their advantage.

But he managed to make it to work! He is already starting to get B+ and straight A! It definitely helped that he found some ghosts whose obsession was teaching.

That's why for the next 3-6 months he needs to keep his ghost form as solid as possible (no weird body shaping/bending or anything like that). He can still use his other powers like invisiblity, intangibility, ecto blasts etc...and his ice, in fact he is encouraged to use his ice more than usual.

Frostbite told him it will make his heart appear 'healthy' faster that way.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

~Time skip~

They finally caught that Phantom menace!

Once they they shot him with their new gun it was easy.

He fell from the sky. They strapped him to a table. They cut him open. He screams. They muzzle him. They see his heart. They touch it, they hold it, they squeeze it.

Jack and Maddie are so excited. They are about to find just what makes Phantom tick. What makes him so special, so powerful. They will finally show the scientific community that they are not crazy!

They cut him open... and they find a heart?

Why does it have a heart why is it still beating outside it's chest they thought it was just mimicing human anatomy to try to fool them, making them feel bad. They saw it as proof that ghosts are just unfeeling things that mimic humans in order to manipulate them despite the fact that he cried to them for mercy and begged them to see reason.

They test to see if the heart was made from a new kind of ectoplasm, after all it was red and looked exactly like the the real thing. They run the results and they hear a ping!

What they find is... 100% D/N/A match for their sweet little boy.

Why does Phantom's heart have the same D/N/A as Danny?

[welphelpmelt]

Tu es manques de mon ame

Danny knew that it was rare for a ghost to have two obsessions— even rarer to have three. Ghosts usually dedicate their undead lives to their first obsession and rarely have time for anything else. But really, it should not have been a surprise when he formed a third obsession— one still related to his first but still so different.

Before his death, Danny was always protective over those he deemed his, whether they were his friends or family. He always wanted to make sure they were protected, and while they didn’t understand it, they allowed him to do as he pleased. When Danny died, he died hoping and praying that Sam and Tucker were okay— that the portal didn’t end up exploding or sucking them into it— that they didn’t die because of his stupidity. After becoming a half-ghost, his protectiveness increased tenfold. And Danny? The poor boy was so confused about why he was suddenly more protective over people after his little “accident.”

It was only after a visit to Frostbite— after the fight with Dark Pariah— that he got a rundown on ghost biology and understood that it was his obsession. And not only did he have one, but two.

After that, Danny learned that, yes, his interest in space had turned into an obsession when he died, but he just didn't notice because he had been flying off into space in his free time, therefore satisfying and feeding his obsession. It turned out that to satisfy and feed his protection obsession, he just needed to protect the people around him. As Phantom, that wasn’t a problem, but as Danny? He had to find a more subtle way to do it. Convincing Jazz and Tucker to wear a tracker wasn’t that hard— what was hard was convincing Sam to wear one. She eventually caved once Danny started sulking for a week straight and almost got hit by a car while doing it.

Danny was happy. He got into Gotham University for aerospace engineering and had a part-time job at an old mechanic shop. His sister was in Metropolis getting a degree in psychology, and Tucker and Sam were together in New York— Tucker studying software engineering and information technology, and Sam studying botany.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on his side on a random Wednesday when he missed his alarm. He ran into the nearest coffee shop, but thanks to his fantastic luck, he bumped into someone the moment he entered. And his core fucking purrs at the sight of the guy. He looks tired, on the verge of death, but oh so pretty. Danny could see the hidden muscles that the well-fitting suit concealed. He could feel his core reaching out, trying to connect with this poor guy, and Danny had to physically hold himself back from reaching out while simultaneously wrangling in his core.

After apologies and a coffee date, Danny learned the guy's name and a bunch of other stuff about Tim. They enjoyed it so much that they scheduled another date, which turned into another, and it wasn’t long before they were in a loving relationship.

Danny was worried. When he met Tim, he was immediately obsessed, and when they started dating, it got even worse. He wanted Tim all to himself. He wanted Tim happy. He wanted Tim safe. He wanted to be there when he laughed and cried. He wanted to be with him during his failures and successes. He wanted so much of Tim, he knew it was unhealthy.

So Danny did the only thing that made sense— he acted normal. He held back all those urges and pretended he wasn’t an obsessed freak who wanted to love Tim like there was no tomorrow. He toned it down to what humans would call normal— no human would ever love someone so obsessively and devotedly. That is only something a ghost would do. He was kind, patient, respectful, and understanding.

After a few months, Danny knew that he had to figure out what was wrong with him. After a quick visit to Frostbite, Danny learned that he had a love obsession. According to Frostbite, a love obsession occurs when he finds a partner who his core approves of. It is as simple as that, and Danny was confused but even more worried.

Danny had seen what a love obsession does to you. Just look at Vlad! He was insane! And one of Danny’s worst fears was turning into that. He had seen what Vlad’s obsession had done to his mom— she was cordial at best and downright disgusted at worst, truly only tolerating him for his dad’s sake.

After consulting with Frostbite, Danny learned that since his obsession wasn’t fully formed, he had time to stop it from fully maturing. The only way to do that was to isolate himself from the object of his obsession for about three to six months.

Which was easier said than done.

Because Danny loved Tim.

To Danny, it wasn’t even an option to not love him. After all, what wasn’t there to love about Tim? Tim was smart, passionate, and intelligent— everything to Danny. To stay away from him for six months, when being away from him for even thirty minutes felt like his core was being ripped out, would be absolute torture.

But it would be worth it if it meant that Tim would be okay. He didn’t want to become Vlad. He didn’t want Tim to treat him like his mom treated Vlad.

So instead of asking for a little bit of time away from Tim, Danny decided that the best course of action was to break up with Tim.

Hopefully, on a bad note— so bad that Tim hated him so much that Danny’s core would give up and move on. Liar, a voice hissed. You know your core will break if that happens.

Or maybe they would end on a neutral note, and Tim would move on and find someone better— someone who wasn’t a ghost, someone who could love Tim normally as he deserved— which made Danny’s core ache.

But it was okay.

Because it was for Tim.

(Tu es manques de mon ame = You are missing from my soul)

Do i do part two? who knows

[fanaroff]

Above the Nasty Burger Ch. 5

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"Yeah, this is a real pickle."

The dim lights of the Emergency Ops Center cast soft shadows as Jazz circled Danny, her gaze running over his new Phantom form, her fingers tapping against her chin in thought.

"One way to put it," Danny muttered, his voice flat.

Behind him, she hummed, tugging lightly at a lock of his longer, white hair. It floated, untouched by gravity. "You've definitely got a more… ethereal look now."

Danny shot her a dry look. "Great. Just what I needed. A space demon makeover."

Jazz stepped in front of him and gave his chest a light poke. "No self-deprecation, mister. You don’t look like a demon. You look like a ghost. As you’re supposed to as Phantom. You just look… I don’t know…" She tilted her head, eyes scanning him again. "Leveled up? Evolved? Refined?" She shook her head a bit. "You may need a hair tie if that hair gets any longer, though."

He rolled his eyes. Her words did offer a bit of comfort. Kinda. Maybe. He’d have to think on it.

"Well, it’s definitely a change," Jazz admitted, her voice straddling the line between awe and concern. "I get why you’d hesitate to go out like this. Explaining it certainly wouldn’t be easy. You look a lot more ghost than you did before."

Danny pushed down the guilt creeping in. He hadn’t told Jazz everything—just that he’d found his Obsession and that he couldn’t risk revealing Phantom in Amity Park. A half-truth, but not a full lie. She could put the rest together herself.

The city had grown used to his old form, his old self. If he showed up like this now? He’d look like a danger, another ghost they didn’t trust, and he didn’t have it in him (nor the time in this dimension) to start over. He wouldn’t. 

He exhaled slowly, tapping the clawed tips of his fingers against his arms. His skin felt too tight, like he might split open if he let himself think too hard about it. He’d already broken down once (the lights on his skin dying one by one as his sister held him through his sobs). But now, he had to keep it together. He didn’t have the luxury of falling apart anymore.

Not when it was all inevitable.

Not when he'd already accepted it.

"Look," Jazz started carefully. Danny turned his gaze to her. "I don’t want to push, but…" She hesitated, choosing her words. "You’re carrying something heavy. It’s obvious—not just to me anymore."

Danny shrugged. He couldn’t argue with that.

"You’re not fooling anyone."

His chest tightened. "I’m not trying to."

Jazz sighed. "You can’t keep shutting everyone out, Danny. I won’t just stand by and let you disappear."

The word hit like a stone to the gut. He winced.

Because that was exactly what was happening.

He would disappear. It was only a matter of time. The moment he took the throne, that was it. And he wasn’t fighting it anymore. He’d just been holding on, stubbornly clinging to the living world for as long as he could. But it was slipping. He could feel it unraveling piece by piece, like thread being pulled from a fraying seam.

Still, he bit his lip and didn’t meet her eyes.

"Danny," Jazz’s voice sharpened, serious and demanding. She grabbed his arms, forcing him to look at her. "You aren’t going to disappear… are you?"

She was always too observant.

His breath hitched, a cold pit settling in his stomach. If he lied, she would know.

Jazz’s fingers dug into his arms. Her voice turned desperate. "Danny. Please. Tell me you’re not going to disappear."

The words struck like a blow, and something twisted in his chest. He couldn’t look at her, couldn’t face her fear—it was his own, reflected right back at him. If he spoke, if he said anything, he might not be able to stop.

His sister shook him. "What’s going on? You have to tell me."

Danny opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

The air felt too thick. The walls of the Ops Center felt too close. Jazz’s hands trembled against him, her fear bleeding through every second he stayed silent.

He had to end this conversation. He had to get away.

"You don’t understand," he rasped, barely above a whisper.

"Then make me understand!" Jazz’s voice cracked. "Why won’t you tell me? Why won’t you let me help?"

And then, before he could stop it—

"BECAUSE YOU CAN’T!"

The words exploded from him, raw and unfiltered. Silence followed, thick and suffocating. Jazz’s eyes widened in shock. He'd never raised his voice at her like this before.

Danny clenched his fists. He forced his voice steady, forced the truth out. "You can’t help, Jazz. Because there’s nothing that can be done." He swallowed. "My fate was sealed the moment Pariah Dark was."

Jazz’s brow furrowed. "What...? What do you mean?"

He dragged his hands down his face, exhaling sharply. The words clung to his tongue, unwilling, but he forced them out anyway. "I defeated Pariah Dark, but I didn’t know there was a Right of Conquest." His throat felt tight. "I have to take the throne, Jazz. I have to become the Ghost King. And…" He let out a humorless laugh. "A living person can’t take the throne."

Silence.

His sister stared at him like he’d just told her the sky was red. Her mouth opened, then closed. Finally, she whispered, voice tight, "You’re serious."

Danny gave a single, jerky nod. "I didn’t know. I obviously didn’t know, but the second I sealed him back in his coffin, that was it. The Zone made me for this. I only found out a few months ago."

He explained it all—the same quiet, choked words he’d told Ember. The politics, the studying, Ember and his Obsession. How he’d spent every day preparing for a future that didn’t include this world.

Jazz listened, her face unreadable.

And then—"Now you have to become the Ghost King," she finished for him, voice soft but steady.

"Right." Danny swallowed hard. "Which means once I take the throne…" He hesitated, then met her gaze. "I’m not coming back."

Jazz didn’t move. Didn’t blink. She just stared at him and he saw the moment she truly understood. There was no denial, no anger. Just… acceptance. The same certainty he had reached on his own.

After a long pause, she took a slow breath, and in an unnervingly calm voice, she asked, "So this is going to happen. No matter what."

It wasn’t a question.

Danny’s throat burned. "Yeah." His voice cracked. "That’s it."

Her arms came up, hugging herself tightly. "Do you... do you know how...?" She trailed off.

"How I'm going to die?"

Jazz gave the smallest nod and he swallowed, feeling the pressure of the question hit him in a way he didn’t know how to handle. It was one he’d asked himself over and over.

"Not exactly," Danny confessed, his voice low and thick. "Only that it'll happen. Eventually. I don’t know if it’ll be something that kills me, or if I just wake up... dead. It’s... a little scary, if I’m being honest. Real fucking scary."

Jazz’s hands clenched around her arms, her fingers digging into the fabric. "And no one could tell you more than that?" Her voice was so quiet, it felt like a breath.

"Not really. It's more like no one will. Clockwork probably made the right call in not telling me how," Danny replied, his chest tight. "If I knew how... I'd be waiting for it. Every little thing would feel like a sign. I'd avoid roads if I knew I'd get hit by cars. Wouldn’t pick fights unless I had to because I’d know one of them would kill me."

Jazz's face twisted, a mixture of concern and helplessness. "So you're just- what- waiting? Living with that hanging over you? Not knowing when or how?"

"I have to," he whispered, his throat constricting. "I don’t have a choice."

"That's not fair."

"It wasn't fair when I was fourteen and electrocuted. It wasn't fair when I spent sleepless nights fighting ghosts. It's not fair that half of Amity doesn’t even like me, even though I protected them every damn day. It wasn’t fair that a fifteen-year-old had to fight the King of Ghosts." Danny let out a bitter laugh, hollow and dark. "They say life isn’t fair, right? Maybe I can make death a little fairer."

Jazz’s lips pressed into a tight line, but she didn’t look away. "You’re not supposed to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Danny. You’ve already done more than enough."

"Yeah, well..." Danny shrugged, his eyes dropping to the floor. "I don’t really have a choice in that, do I?" His breath came out in a slow exhale, as if he were letting the weight settle into his bones. "It’s just how it’s gonna be."

"You don’t want to tell anyone else, do you?" she asked softly, but her eyes were sharp, like she already knew the answer. She knew him too well. 

Danny hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as the words caught in his throat. "I... I didn’t want to," he finally whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I thought it would be easier if I just... disappeared. If no one knew. If I just... wasn’t here anymore."

Jazz’s eyebrows knitted together, confusion clouding her features. "You thought you'd just disappear? Let everyone think that you were gone for good?"

He shifted uncomfortably, guilt crawling up his spine, settling heavily in his chest. "I don’t know. I thought maybe if I stopped showing up, they’d forget about me. Maybe it would be easier if I wasn’t around. But... I can’t tell them, Jazz."

Her’s eyes softened, but her stance remained firm, her gaze unwavering. "Danny, you can’t just disappear. Not like that. You can't shut everyone out."

Danny’s face twisted with the weight of his next words. His voice cracked, a tremor running through him. "You don’t get it. It’s not just about telling you or Sam or Tucker. It’s about Mom and Dad, too." He clenched his fists, eyes falling to the floor. "They’re ghost hunters, Jazz. They hunt ghosts like me. If they found out..." His voice faltered. "They’d tear me apart, molecule by molecule. They wouldn’t see their son anymore. They’d see a ghost."

He squeezed his eyes shut, a wave of panic clawing at his chest. "They think ghosts are nothing but mindless monsters—evil things that need to be wiped out. I can’t risk them finding out. I can’t risk what they’d do. God knows what they’d try... They’d tear me apart, study me like some kind of freak experiment." His breath caught, struggling to keep his composure. "And it's not just about me anymore. I have more responsibility now than just myself. I can’t pull them into this mess. If they did somehow accept it... they’d probably try to find a way back into the Ghost Zone, again."

Jazz's brows furrowed. "What do you mean? Again?"

He’d slipped up there. "When I take the throne, everything changes. The rifts in the Ghost Zone—they’ll close. That includes the portal in the basement. Any ghosts left here will be dragged back in. They’ll be stuck in in Ghost Speak- no one will even know the difference, but I’ll know. I’ll know what’s happened." He swallowed hard. "It’s why I can’t come back once I take the throne. The portals to this world are like wounds. And me becoming King? That’s what heals them. No one would be able to come back here."

The concern didn’t leave Jazz's face. She sighed and took a step closer, her voice quiet but pointed. “I can get why you’re worried about Mom and Dad. But Danny… why are you leaving Sam and Tucker out of this? They’re your friends. Don’t they deserve to know?”

Danny ran a hand through his hair he struggled to find the right words. “It’s not that I don’t trust them,” he began, voice strained. “It’s just—Sam and Tucker are normal, you know? They’re still in high school, still trying to figure out their futures. Their biggest worry should be their grades, not... not their friend being the fucking King of the Dead." He shook his head, his eyes distant. "I don’t want to pull them into this any more than they already were. They deserve to have a shot at a normal life. I can’t risk dragging them into all of this mess. They’re human, Jazz, just like you."

His sister opened her mouth, looking like she were about to argue when-

BOOM!

The sudden, sharp sound of an explosion echoed from beneath the Ops Center, vibrating through the walls. It wasn’t the usual, controlled bangs of their parents’ experiments—it was louder like something had gone wrong. The lights flickered briefly and Danny’s heart skipped a beat as the ground beneath him seemed to shudder, his breath catching in his throat. Jazz’s eyes widened, both of them frozen for a moment before her voice broke through.

“Was that from the lab?”

Danny’s stomach dropped. "I think so. It worse than usual." He didn’t wait for another word. The instinct to act hit him immediately. Without thinking, he dropped his transformation, his ghostly form disappearing in a shimmer of light.

“Come on,” Danny said, rushing toward the door. “We need to check.” He barely spared Jazz a glance as she followed him, her footsteps echoing behind him.

It wasn’t like their parents hadn’t caused their fair share of mayhem in the lab—there were always explosions, always chaos—but that sound made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Something was off. This was different.

The two of them rushed down the hallway toward the stairs, the tension thick in the air. Jazz's face was pale, her worry obvious, but Danny’s mind was already racing. The basement door was just ahead, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something had gone wrong—more than usual. The house was too quiet now, the usual hum of the house's various gadgets absent, leaving only the echo of their hurried steps.

They reached the stairs, but before Danny could open his mouth, he heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. Maddie's voice rang out, “Jack, did you blow something up again?”

“Mom, you—” Jazz started, but she stopped short when their father’s voice cut through, cheerfully booming from the bottom of the basement lab stairs.

“Nothing to worry about! Just a little experiment gone awry with a new power source the government contracted us to make weapons with, kids!” Jack's loud, unmistakable voice, so casual and careless, was both a relief and a cause for concern all at once. His footsteps grew louder as he made his way up the stairs, a figure emerging from the cloud of smoke that still lingered faintly in the air. He coughed and waved a sooty hand through the air, removing his goggles from his dirty face to reveal clean circles around his eyes. He was grinning, completely unbothered by the black smoke billowing from the basement door.

Danny was more confused than anything else. Jazz shot Danny a look, her face full of concern, as they waited for their father to reach the top. "What kind of experiment results in that?" his sisters voice was incredulous.  "The kind that uses this!" Jack announced and held up a hand.  Danny’s gaze locked onto the object in his father’s hand, and everything around him seemed to blur. His heart hammered in his chest as the world slowed to a sickening crawl. He could still hear Jazz and Jack talking, their voices distant, muffled, as if he were underwater. His focus was fixed entirely on the thing in Jack’s grasp. There- just there in his hand was Danny's worst nightmare.  A ghost core. << Previous Ch. Next Ch. >> >>Hey! Look at that, two updates in a row!

What a dialogue heavy chapter, huh? So a lot of you were surprised that this I was still updating the fic and y'know what? Very valid. I took basically a two-year long hiatus after my mom passed, dealt with stuff, and literally started this fic four years ago. That's a lot of time. I wouldn't have thought this fic was going to update either, if it were me. I very much appreciate those that stuck around and I'm glad to see some familiar, and new, faces! I loved your comments and hope you look forward to the rest of the series!

I'm looking for a beta reader! If you're interested, dm me on here!

Just to be clear, I do not plan to ever abandon this fic.

[leafyeyes417]

Danny was tired. Tucker and Sam had drifted away over the duration of high school. The ghost attacks and danger had been the main factor that started the dissipation of their friendship. Jazz had left for college a while ago leaving him to deal with his parents alone. He had eventually created his own secret base and left the house permanently even if it was technically illegal at 16. No one noticed since he still went to school.

Including being a teen hero who wasn’t appreciated in Amity just was the icing on the cake. After receiving approval from clockwork and mastering his portal abilities, he closed the portal down. It wasn’t easy to do but he made sure everyone was out of the blast range when it shut down. The Fenton house was gone but it hadn’t been home for quite some time.

It was because he was so tired that he was where he was. Drifting out of Earth’s atmosphere, Danny let himself luxuriate in the feeling of space. It made his core hum pleasantly. He moved to a good spot still in Earth’s gravity and curled up and just let himself drift along in a haze. He toned down his glow and his body started to slowly fade into the space around him till he was practically invisible.

He floated in this haze for probably a week, slowly recuperating and feeling himself slowly change. There was no one to miss him for any length of time and he wasn’t worried about his human life at all. Honestly he probably would have drifted longer but something woke him up. Some guy yelling about conquering Earth or something.

Annoyed at being woken up by a fruitloop Danny allowed his form to grow with the power of space he collected and snarled out a “Oy fruitloop! I was woken up because of you! Shut up already!” and smacked him into the sun with a giant hand. Turning his ire on the army with the fruitloop he quickly sent them flying with a blast of power. It would take them many years to gather up again with how hard he sent them flying.

Huffing, he turned and glanced at the group of people left. Shrinking down he spoke and gestures wildly. “I was taking the best nap of my afterlife and was woken up by those pests. You gotta better place I can nap?”

Luckily someone was quick to let him know they had a place. He was guided to a space station soon after and was soon sleeping on the comfiest bed ever.

[dying-isnt-good-for-your-health]

De-aged Danny? In somewhere that ISNT Gotham? In this economy?

Basically just Danny gets de-aged to around 7-8 years old and thrown into the DC universe and decides to follow the closest Green Lanterns to him. He copies their moves on a nearby rooftop

They are green and space related, so Danny just likes them

The only pressing issue on Danny's mind (Aside from getting home and getting back to his proper age) is the fact he is stuck in Phantom form and can't turn back, so he needs to get that sorted