#has Lancer figured out Danny is Phantom

[madametamma]

When Danny first gets his powers he really struggles with them the first time he uses them.  He goes in and out of visibility without meaning to.  Solid objects just fall through his hands, etc. The only power he got down right off the bat was overshadowing.

Which is a shame because we missed out on an episode where he accidentally slips into someone’s body, freaks out, doesn’t know how to get out, and has to spend the whole day literally in someone else’s shoes until he can figure out how to leave their body.

#Danny Phantom #DP #overshadowing #Episode ideas #He could be stuck in Dash Lancer Jazz so many interesting options for him to walk in their shoes for a day and better understand them #Or if you want to do something with Trans Danny he could be stuck in a girls body and feel anxious because he's stuck in a girly body again #Also a ghost attacks while he's in that body and has to figure out how to fight the ghost while he's like that #imagine the high jinks that could ensue!

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Justice League requires all of its youngest members to list at least one adult emergency contact in case something happens out in the field- And Lancer did tell Danny to put his number down if he needed help!

Lancer wanted to call CPS, wanted to call them for years, but something was wrong with his beloved town and the government agents that came were always… ill mannered. To say the least. So with the young Mr.Fenton appearing wounded in his class on multiple occasions, sleeping through lectures even more often, Lancer felt himself gradually accept that no other adult was going to step up to protect this child.

He figures out his Identity as Phantom and it makes his rage boil hotter than Dante’s sixth layer of hell. Danny refuses to abandon his parents (who continue to hunt him unknowingly), and he refuses to let any of his ghostly responsibilities fall wayside (this CW fellow is a real piece of work!).

But for all the things he expected when he told Danny that he could be trusted and could help- Ms. Manson and Mr.Foley coming to him for help, patching wounds, offering snacks and covering for Danny when attacks occurred in class- he hadn’t expected the Justice League to be knocking on his door.

Lancer blinked at the appearance of Batman in his classroom after the final bell, but then his stomach dropped.

TELLTALE HEART THATS THE BATMAN!!

“Phantom listed you as his emergency contact. Have you had any recent communication with him?” The deep, gravel voice startled Lancer.

Lancer checks his phone, Danny had skipped class today; and while Lancer was working with Danny to get him after school lessons and tutoring for all of the hours he missed, it was uncommon for him not to respond at Lancer’s text asking for a confirmation of his safety.

“Not in 24 hours, but I can message him again.” Lancer is shaking as he types on his phone to team phantom-Who wouldn’t be nervous at both the implications of Danny’s safety and the Batman??

Superman flies into the room from the open doorway, “No luck, without a heartbeat I can’t find him. Where ever they have him it’s lead lined or he’s keeping himself invisible.”

SCARLET LETTER ITS SUPERMAN!?!

Danny doesn’t reply to Lancer, and neither do Danny’s friends.

“He has two team members with whom he is inseparable, if none of them are responding then all three have been accosted. I’m coming with you until we find them.” Lancer declares and while he’s sure that Batman is unimpressed, Superman gives him a sad smile and nods.

Thus Lancer joins the Justice League for a day, Helps to save Team Phantom and Informs the takedown of an illegal government agency.

Batman also slides him some adoption papers and a card for a lawyer if Lancer decides to formally adopt Danny. Lancer also wins a Wayne Excellence Award for Teaching that year but he’s pretty sure the money is unrelated to Danny’s alter ego- after all, Lancer is a fantastic teacher.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #I like to think that lancer learns so much about the IR from Danny that he becomes akin to a consultant for the JL and JLD #like a ghost appears and if Danny is in a different dimension or smith they just call his English teacher #lancer being a bro to Danny is my fave #but I’m biased cause I had an English teacher who noticed my mental health decline before anyone else bothered to care #lancer gets a check in the mail and it’s for a ton of money and it’s labeled JL Hazard Pay #Bruce: game respects game #lancer corrects both Constantine’s information and his grammar

[anguishedlurker]

What a burden you are

((Hey kids wanna see Danny have Enough(tm) of Valerie['s bullshit from Valerie's POV and the fallout thereof?))

Ao3 Link

Valerie found herself reflecting on her time under Masters more than she already wanted, most nights.

Tonight was worse than most. A pathetic echo in her mind trying to take root as she chased a different kind of pathetic echo.

For each and every fault he had- she could spend years counting in that miserable creep of a man- he knew his ghosts and his weapons. Very little of his advice had proven inaccurate on even the most minuscule of levels.

“An afraid ghost is never to be underestimated, yet if careful they can undo themselves with hardly an effort by you.”

But no, Phantom wasn’t afraid in front of her. Insolent brat, darting from cover to cover. To boot, it had the audacity to stick it’s tongue out at her.

The humor didn’t reach its eyes though. Not tonight. Though, it always seemed a little rougher around the edges when she managed to jump it after some ghost had tried doing her work for her.

Yet it was always almost well humored to her.

Tonight really shouldn’t be different.

“Fear will destroy them- even in the living it’s hard to control a fear response. Aimless lashing out makes openings.

Rage, on the other hand…”

And yet, Phantom seemed annoyed by her hunt tonight, of all things. How inconvenient of her, really! Maybe she’d upgrade to threat one day, if she was realllll patient…

Phantoms head finally phased out of a tree, grinning at her in a way that didn’t meet it’s eyes.

“Well, this barking match has gone on long enough to prove bite-less, so I’m afraid I’m gonna have to take my leaf!”

Pew pew, cunt.

(As always, the faint sense that her dad would be reaching for the soap brushed past her mind)

She missed, of course. It’d been a long time since she’d hit Phantom.

“Chickening out already, Phantom? Thought you were better than that.”

Keep her voice low, even. Steady. Bait doesn’t work without patience. And everything seemed to hit less and less, now.

“No you don’t. And even if you did, don’t you have work? Or school? Promotions or tests to pass, even?”

Its voice echoed from nowhere in particular, giving no indication to location.

Its staunch refusal to indicate whether or not it knew anything about her was ever present.

“Oh, you’re interested in my life? How flattering. Stay the fuck away from my apartment.”

Same song new night. Lancers test was tomorrow though, but this was more important. Shitty junior year and it’s- focus. If she can’t get to it then she simply has to improve her attempts. It will crack eventually.

“Yeah yeah, kill on sight. Seriously though, Red, how do you keep standing with the way you live? You can’t possibly be getting more than two hours of sleep a night.”

Sound to the left- Pew pew. It almost sounded concerned about her.

How pathetic.

“Who’s to say I don’t sleep during the day?”

“You don’t.”

“And you know this because?”

A question with no good implications underneath, and no good answers.

Accusations to its integrity always seemed to work best. Closest thing to falling over itself it’d get, all to prove it was a ‘good person’.

Phantom finally formed away from cover, relaxed and cozy in an imaginary reclining chair. It seemed to cycle through ways to mock her, always implying that it was completely unbothered.

Kept up its little act even when it was hit! Really, to brush off the shots like it couldn’t feel them….

Been a while since she’d made it flinch, actually. No matter what she managed to do to it.

No, no. Focus.

She could see it. The lack of real humor in its eyes- whether or not it’d admit such a thing, she was getting to it. She had to drive a knife into its cracks somehow.

“People have bills. Doesn’t take crazy stalking to figure out you either have a sponsor or are stupid rich- and you kinda stopped talking to your sponsor. Was a whole thing in the ghost community? Anyways, you need to have some sort of job or some sort of parental support at this point.”

A dead smile, a tilt of the head. Teeth much too sharp in a mouth that almost could’ve passed for a real person’s.

She’ll need to hunt down- No, it’s already out. And if she gets pissed, she’s dead.

“Rage is lethal. They’re focused, and they want you dead.

And, I mean the best when I say it dear, you don’t know rage. Not in ghosts.”

She’d argue she knew plenty about rage, period, though the point was long gone.

Pew pew.

It disappeared and reappeared two feet to the right, still smiling.

Fucker.

“What can I say, I value my independence. Strong and capable, everything a hunter needs to be.”

“Uh-huh. Who’s that philosopher that said no man is an island, again?”

It pretended to tap its foot against the dead air, taking its eyes off her as it acted out exaggerated thinking. Bait to shoot.

“John Donne. Know any philosophers that ever chatted about not dragging people down?”

“Right, this has been a delight but- hey wait, I think that’s actually right. I dunno, it’s the kind of thing I’d actually have to look up-”

“Dragging. Down. Get it? Ha. Ha.”

Finger curled around the trigger, giving one attention grabbing pew.

Vanish, and re-appear.

“Only so many times I can try to say that first and foremost, not my dog. Not at that point. Just a concerned samaritan trying to figure out why a dog was loose. You don’t care, though.”

Its tone was… more clipped than usual. And it’d been a while since it’s last pun.

Good.

“Honestly, it goes beyond the dog at this point.”

“Really, Red? Nobody’s got you at gunpoint out here.”

She’d been stewing on this one a while actually. Never a better time than the present to try a new tactic, right?

“No, no. The town Phantom. The ghosts as a whole.”

“Go harass one of the Doctor Fentons’ about the tear in the fabric of reality in their basement then.”

Oh it was seething with that one.

Good.

Yet, this was an infuriating corner.

“The Fentons have made it clear that by now, they can’t do anything.”

“I’m missing the part where you turn it into my fault. And even if your point was clear, they are liars. Bad ones.”

The accusation against the Fentons integrity had to be bait. As such, asking was caving in to its plans.

“Simple. They’re after you. It’s a game that you’re encouraging.”

Its eyes narrowed, most of its pantomimes of life and movement ceasing.

Finally.

“You have no idea how much I wish they’d stop. Not that you’re willing to learn.”

“So you admit it?”

“Nothing of the sort. If they all stopped I would stop appearing.”

“Typical.”

“Mhmm.”

“Still, guess you’re just too used to dragging people down with you, right? Enough to never notice.”

“Listen, I get to hear my friends jack off to pseudo psychology enough as it is. You got your stinger loaded yet, or should I just, like, go?”

“Well since you’re asking… let me ask; were you even a blessing in life?”

The silence was palpable.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Phantom paused, eyes narrowing further as it processed her accusation.

“What teenager is, really?” It eventually ground out, not even deigning to smile.

“I’ll have you know I was a delight.”

Wry, guiltless. Keep steady.

“Hmmm… I dunno that I believe that one, Red.”

A pretend hum, something that if written out would sound like a quip.

Its tone was completely flat.

Valerie smirked underneath her helm.

“But something like you, I can just see it. Everything falling over itself to baby your pathetic ass… How much did they give you? How much did you take from them?”

For one single second, Phantoms eyes reflected red.

“Like your dad and your hospital bills?”

Silence.

And then, rage.

“So help me, Phantom-”

“No, no Red- Let’s- I’m done, okay? You- I blaze through and you blame me, fine.”

Her shots missed, of course

“But, Valerie, how much do you cost your dad in medical bills at this point? Delight my left asscheck.”

Even in her rage, she had to pause. She’d never heard it swear.

Her shots missed again.

“You sign up to the most insane asshole you can find just to hunt down what- even with your little revenge fantasy- is some fucking teenager-”

Lots and lots of swearing.

Phantom was properly pissed this time.

Good, it was getting old not getting to it.

And nothing it could say can-

“Hell, I looked it up once- You know your little punctured lung you got off of Skulker? That your dad had to drag you out of the wreckage for and strip your suit off just to keep your little job secret? Boom, median of six grand. Right there.”

… how much?

“What does every bill combined add to Valerie? You wanna- how much of a burden- Jesus Christ. How much of a burden are you? Good god.”

How much…?

...

No, no it had to be bait. Hospitals are expensive but- well… very expensive- but!- … how much?

She was in combat.

“Deny a girl her hobbies, eh? But finally, so you do-”

“No shit I know who you are. Some chick shows up with a revenge fetish against me? I‘m investigating.”

Fucking- fetish??

“And here I though there could be some proof not all highschoolers are assholes.” She snarked, not paying attention to what she was saying. Scripts were running in her brain with no checks to see if it was sensible or not.

“I didn’t make it to highschool, Valerie. You want to kill a middleschooler, and you can’t even tell me what you’ve costed your dad to get here.”

Her gun, for the first time in... a very long time, dropped from its lock on Phantom.

“You can’t tell me what you cost but you’re just soooo cozy with telling me I must’ve been a- Fuck you. Genuinely. Did you even know the dog was one your fathers company killed? Bet you didn’t. Allll their guard dogs in training were put down for that pretty security system. A middleschooler and a dead puppy.”

“You are not a middleschooler.”

Her breathing hitched too much, she was losing herself. Phantoms youthful (manipulative, fake, anything else please) looked at her with no warmth.

No humor.

“Not anymore, no. The dead don’t have school.”

Its tone was openly cold and resentful.

In front of her was a ghost, whom she hated. It was a violent, mean, and dishonest thing with no regard for other people.

And the same eyes it’d always had stared back at her right now. Phantoms features had never budged the slightest nanometer, the last two years.

Youthful as ever.

Pew, pew.

It did not move, and it did not flinch.

“It’s been a long time since you could hurt me Valerie.”

Borderline glacial towards her, like she was a particularly stupid child.

But maybe she deserved that one, because of all things, she should’ve seen that it wasn’t acting unbothered by her shots.

“Ask your dad how much you cost him before lecturing me on- Just. God. There’s something genuinely wrong with you. And I’m not protecting you anymore, not if that’s seriously how you’re gonna treat- just… fuck you.”

It had disappeared before she could re-aim her gun at it for the audacity. Protecting her? Bullshit.

But, all alone now, board humming underneath her, left her stewing over the entire conversation.

And, well…

At least she’d obviously touched a nerve.

~~~

More than she’d ever be worth in her life, ever again, was her answer. Not the one he said, but she knew what evasion looked like. She knew what it meant.

And how much did he pay per month?

More than what they had to spare, was not said. He’d never say it.

A new fight breaking out near her was a relief, one she didn’t dwell on.

She’d just have to be careful to not get hurt. It was so simple.

And then the battle between Skulker and lunch lady halted at her appearance, Skulker turning smug while Lunch Lady looked away abruptly.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re gonna do, looking so happy over there?” She asked, strafing left as she aimed her gun.

Skulker didn’t move as the metal helm grinned wider. Lunch Lady vanished.

“Did you know Phantom declared open season on you?” Was the last thing she heard before her world was crushed.

~~~

Her dad would never blame her. Never say it.

Never tell her she was a burden.

But now- god, how much did this cost? Doctors were saying to just hope she wasn’t permanently paralyzed. Hope that she could eventually write again with her left hand, or learn to use her right.

She’d be out of school for a long time now.

At least she missed Lancers dumb test.

The heart monitor was her only company through the pain meds (that she refused most of) and incessant nurses.

Until…

“Danny?”

Silent as mist, as always. She hadn’t heard the door. But there he was, looking like he always did.

Except…

“Listen, I’m not really here to talk. I was voted to bring you your homework and flagged down to pass a note.”

His face tight, his tone blank.

“I’m sure you have things to do.”

He was probably itching to go back to trying to help his sister around the house, sweeping after the absolute tornadoes that were his parents.

A real shame Jasmine never left. An even greater shame she never admitted why she settled for the local college.

She could’ve gone places.

“Sure. Let’s go with that.” He gruffed, setting a binder of work on the first table he could find.

“Here’s your card.”

Huffed out, the card tossed with laser accuracy to her non injured hand. She’s lucky she caught it, the pain meds she couldn’t deny like weights on her one good hand.

This was- what did she do?

“Danny, what-”

“I don’t really want to hear it. ‘Cause it’s about time you knew that I know damn well what you do in your off time, and did this to yourself really.”

N

No…

No.

“And when exactly did you find out that-”

“The entire goddamn time, Val! Remember the stupid flour baby? The job I was threatening you with was ghost hunting, not being the Nasty Burger mascot! Which! I still hold to that if you weren’t ghost hunting, it wouldn’t have been that hard to do your half!”

He- no, not that long. Impossible. Nobody else had even looked at it as a serious-

He’s always been a little smarter than what he lets everyone know.

The last lick of sense echoed through what had to be the meds. Danny, always there, seeming to know more than what anyone had ever told him. Easy to work with, happy to obey. He made it so very easy to forget he was so bright.

Focus.

“Fine, fine! But I didn’t- Skulker-”

“God- just… God. Don’t. Nobody asked you to fight them. You tossed out everything and everyone that didn’t fit to do it, too.’

“I didn’t do-”

“We are not friends, Valerie. You don’t have any friends, and we’re barely ex’s at this point. And for what?”

“Barely even- What are you on about??”

“Val, we dated for like, two weeks two years ago! And you dumped me to go chase after Phantom, ‘cause fuck having a real life with friends or a boyfriend!”

It was like a fun house mirror held up to those memories, how he stood there now.

Never did get taller, never did lose most of the baby fat. Now standing there seething with hate instead of adoration.

He still looked as frail as ever.

“But Phantom-”

“Shut up, take your homework, and read your shitty card.” He growled, already heading for the door.

No- No! It’s just- This isn’t like Danny! Danny… Danny just never swore- it was like, hardcoded into him!

“And what the fuck did I do to earn this? God, if it turns out you got possessed-”

Danny paused, looking back at her for a split second. So short she could’ve hallucinated it the heartstopping look before he went straight back to having his hands on the door, ready to bolt.

“Would you say that shit to me?”

“I… What?”

“What? You don’t think I ever managed to talk to some of the ghosts? I know what you said to him. Would you say it to me?”

“Of course not!”

“No, no, of course you wouldn’t. Never would even think about it, right? Fentons too cute and innocent, and small to- ugh. I know why you never tried making friends with me and Tuck- Sam hated you- but- fuck. Don’t talk to me.”

She had nothing left. Danny was-

Too cute, innocent, and small to spew this kind of hatred at her?

Ugh… Who knew such an adorable little face could be so mean...

He looked ready to slam the door. He looked like it was taking great restraint to not, every muscle so obviously tense underneath all his layers.

It’s a wonder how he never overheated.

And at the last second, he hesitated.

“I never wanted you hurt, I… I promise, even if I’m mad. Enraged, even. But I just don’t know what you thought was going to happen, anymore.”

And then it was slammed shut, leaving her with the sinking feeling he was gone forever from her life.

… fuck.

Alone, again now, with a heart monitor and a card from- Well, Danny hadn’t mentioned.

God that stung. Couldn’t even stay to say who still had a heart for her.

She needed to move on, already, because burnt bridges weren’t going to get fixed any time soon. And that left the card as her only option forward right now, right?

It was just folded printer paper, with no decoration on the outside.

And on the inside-

One logo, seared into her brain well over two years ago. Looking at her.

“I don’t know why I thought you were worth defending.

They won’t be nice about it ever again.

-DP”

She hid the card under her hip, eventually. Made a nurse toss it out the next time one came around.

Pretended like she hadn’t seen it.

#danny phantom #dp #fic #valerie gray #long #angst #come get yall juice

[vigilant-insomniac]

Missing Context (Danny Phantom Fic)

One shot, 2300 words

There is a supernatural reason why no one recognizes Danny as Phantom. A color swap alone would not be enough for sure. Good thing Mr Lancer is not that easily fooled

Featuring: some Danny & Lancer, vague descriptions of injuries, identity reveal

---- William Lancer's spine popped satisfyingly in all sorts of places when he stretched in his chair, where he spent the last few hours grading student essays.

Like he did most Saturday evenings. 

It wasn't the best part of the job, he much preferred teaching and direct guidance, but it still was enjoyable at times. 

Some students rushed their work, sure, but there were always some essays in the mix that would show him a fresh perspective that he himself even hadn't considered before. Sometimes it was also just interesting to see his student's personalities bleed into their work. By that, he didn't mean the persona they each used in front of their peers, but something more genuine, something more real. 

That's why he didn't dislike this kind of desk work. As a teacher there was so much responsibility in recognizing red flags and intervening before things escalated. 

Be it difficult home lives, mental health issues, social issues…. His students might rarely talk to him but he heard them in their writing. 

Usually it was the gaps between their personalities and their personas that drew Lancer's attention. 

Like Mr Baxter's… the boy was high up in the social hierarchy, but used the resulting power to push people around. In his writing, however, he usually showed a lot of understanding for the disadvantaged protagonists, who have to fight their lot in life. 

It only took a parent-teacher night for Lancer to connect the dots and has since been working on a way to help with Mr Baxter's troubled home life. 

At last the boy had confided in him somewhat. So hopefully they would soon make progress and arrange for a relative to take in the boy while his father took therapy and went to AA meetings. 

Things were still in the draft phase, but Lancer was confident that by the end of the school year, Mr Baxter would be able to see a safer environment for himself. 

But that was one of the more straightforward cases, even if it was sensitive and worrying. 

This year he had another troubled child in his class, and the problem was… Lancer knew something was wrong. But for Orwell's sake, he couldn't figure out what it was. 

Danny Fenton was a complex puzzle. The signs pointed in all sorts of directions. 

Some said "parental abuse" but then they said the kid was obviously well loved… even when the parents showed a concerning mix of neglect thanks to their workaholism and helicopter vigilance. 

He was jumpy some days and lethargic the next, he would sleep in class or not show up at all. 

His work ethic was all over the place as well. He obviously cared about his grades and his school work. Lancer could tell whenever he did turn something in. 

Young Fenton also cared a lot about justice in his essays. He often pointed out the flaws and pressures society put on the characters of their fictional worlds. It somewhat extended to reality as well and Danny would call out his bullies on their behavior, almost self-sacrificially when it came to protecting his peers, but then, paradoxically he would run at the slightest sign of Amity Park typical troublesome ghosts as if even his friends' safety meant nothing to him.

Even if not by his parents, abuse was still high on the list of his theories of what made Danny so offset. Maybe more than what he’d get from bullies too, since those somehow didn't actually faze Fenton, as if he was used to much worse… and wasn't that a scary thought. 

A small kid like Danny, in a small town like Amity Park couldn't be in a gang. This sounded like denial even to his own ears, since that might actually explain some things, but he also just knew that it wasn't that. 

There were several signs missing for that scenario, and overall Daniel's personality and sense of justice wouldn't allow it. 

Much more likely would be that the kid was actively looking for fights by butting into bad people's business. Maybe vigilantism of sorts. 

But again, Amity Park just wasn't that big of a town to make this theory make sense. 

William put down the pen and rubbed his face exhaustedly. 

He had already visited the Fenton home, had spoken with Jasmine and even attempted to get something out of Danny directly. But nothing had led anywhere so far. 

And tonight wouldn't get him anywhere else either. 

With a sigh he decided to take a break and go for a walk. It was almost dark and the air should be refreshingly crisp. 

After another spine popping stretch he got up and made a detour to the kitchen. He might as well take out the trash. 

The building was quiet when he left his apartment. Only some sounds of TVs or Radios filtered through the closed doors of his fellow tenants. 

The air outside was fresh bordering on cold and if he hadn't brought the trash with him he might have reconsidered stepping out of his home. 

So he hunched his shoulders a bit as he made his way around the building, bracing against some breeze that cut through his shirt and made him shiver. 

The bag was thrown away quickly and he was already turning around when he heard something. 

A groan. Of pain. Lancer turned back towards the alley and squinted into the shadows while reaching for his phone in case he was about to be mugged or attacked by a ghost.

Once he had it ready to call the emergency line, he held his breath and listened. 

Had he imagined it? He wasn't sure. The dark always spurred on his paranoia.

But after a moment he heard another muffled gasp. Something was there. 

"Hello? Do you need help?" he called carefully into the dark as his heart picked up pace. 

Then he noticed: No… not dark. 

Something was illuminating the alley. He hadn't realized at first, but now that his eyes were adjusting he could make out a faint green glow coming from next to a dumpster further back. 

"If you're okay, say so, otherwise I will come over now, please stay calm, I just want to help" Lancer announced with false confidence. His heart was beating a mile a minute in anticipation and sweat was starting to form at the back of his neck. 

Someone who was hurt or scared might lash out and he was not sure how to deal with that. William Lancer wasn't a fighter after all, so he relied on language to project his intentions and hoped for the best. 

There wasn't a reply other than some irregular breathing and more sounds of someone in pain. 

He was almost there when the mystery person ( because this was too loud for a rat, and what else would take breaths like that, if not a person?) did gasp something out that Lancer couldn't quite catch but sounded a lot like "Stay away". But even though Lancer couldn't quite understand it, his heart skipped. The voice sounded young. And scared. 

Dread filled him and Lancer stopped his stalling. He took the last few steps and when he reached the dumpster and peered in the gap beside it, it gave away to a short figure, bracing itself against the side of the container and clutching their side. Not a Person. Not a human. Yet someone very familiar was huddled in the gap. 

Toxic green eyes stared up at him with hostility and apprehension. 

"I said, stay. Away." Phantom snarled with bared teeth. 

His whole posture, no, the whole aura around Phantom, radiated danger. 

Lancer's phone clattered on the stone floor of the alley as he staggered a few steps back. 

Almost every instinct told him to run. To get out of here while he still could, that the thing in front of him could rip him apart. That he was facing a cornered animal. 

Almost all of his instincts were sure he was in danger. Almost. 

Even with all the alarm bells, Lancer forced himself to take a stuttering breath. He never had been the wisest person. 

The voice sounded young. Even the second time around when there was venom and Spite and bared teeth gnashed and snarled and the oppressive threat of- no. That wasn’t what he heard when he heard the painful sounding gasps earler…  he shook his head. 

Something was wrong here. 

Now it was instinct against instinct. Lancer could feel them clash painfully as if it was tearing him apart. There was the desire to flee, to run, to get back to safety, to run from the beast in front of him that could disembowel him with one claw… 

And then there was his instinct as a teacher that right now screamed against his fear that there was a child right in front of him and the child needed help. 

He tried to look at Phantom again. Really look at him. Something he had never gotten a chance to before. Phantom right now. Was……… He couldn’t see. He couldn’t properly pin down what he was looking at. His brain screeched “Monster”, but it was more like his imagination overlaid that image. 

Against the pull of his mind, he slowly crouched down to eye level with the ghost, who still stared at him with his teeth bared and coiled to strike growling and hissing at him to back off… 

Lancer squinted at the figure again and tried to really look. It was as if there was a filter. As if something prevented him from really seeing the creature in front of him- 

Like an optical illusion or an after image all conjured up by his fears. 

"I said. Get away." Phantom…. snarled?… no. It wasn't a threat, it sounded more like you'd expected someone in pain to sound. Something more like a plea to be left alone. Not aggression, but desperation. 

Lancer blinked a few times against the weird haze of confusion. Phantom wasn't coiled to strike either, he was fighting to even stay crouching. Green oozed out from under his hand he had pressed to his side. His face was tense with clenched teeth against pain. 

"You're hurt." he observed and something flitted over Phantom's face. 

"you're hurt and you're…. you look…" William trailed off. What did Phantom look like. Like a Child? Small?... Familiar?

Phantom's expression did something complicated between pain, horror and fear. Phantom's expression, there was something about… his face…  his features. Lancer knew that face. He saw it every day he felt like. The colors felt wrong but the more he squinted against the fog, the more his mind screamed at him that this child was someone he knew and cared for. He took the figure in once more and furrowed his brows, he knew this person, why couldn't he place them-

Out of nowhere a sharp pain flashed through Lancer's head and for a moment he only saw white, he thought Phantom had done something. He clutched his head as if he had to hold it together. 

Then, as sudden as it had come it disappeared. 

When Lancer looked up again, with sweat on his forehead and breath coming in short bursts almost matching with the ghosts labored wheezes, whatever had been distorting his perception was gone. His vision was clear as day. No haze, no fog, no distortion.  

He couldn't marvel at the phenomenon though, because now that he wasn't seeing through a filter anymore, he was no longer staring at Phantom.

The kid was the same. But there was no mistaking it. 

He was without much doubt looking at his student. 

Lancer had been close to a panic attack for the last few minutes now. But this was giving him whiplash. He recoiled and landed gracelessly on his butt when the realization hit him like a stack of books. 

So this is what he had been missing? The big centerpiece of the puzzle? The one thing that made all his observations finally point into the same direction? 

In front of him was his troubled student. 

Danny Fenton. Who had white hair, green eyes, glowing skin… and was currently bleeding out behind a dumpster in an alley.

And really, there was no mistaking him. Kids dyed their hair all the time. Some of the goths even used colored contacts on a daily basis. It was impossible to look at the kid in front of him and not recognize Danny Fenton.

"Hot cat on a tin roof," he commented.

Fenton picked that moment to gasp in pain and to curl in on himself further. Barely managing to look back up at his teacher, but what Lancer saw was fear. Fear of William. 

The teacher carefully reached out to his student and helped steady him by his shoulder.  He felt like ice. 

"You're- Danny, you're hurt! I have so many questions right now, but first, how do I help? Can you stand? Should I call your parents? An ambulance?" he tried to sound steady, this was no time to panic, even though his student was blee- no. He had to focus on the now. 

"No hospitals, it's not safe." Fenton mumbled. A bit more urgently the amended "parents don't know, you can't tell them… please." 

Lancer swallowed hard, this was bad.

And immediately it got worse. 

"s'ry i feel- kinda dizzy" with only that much as a warning Danny went slack under Lancer's grip who barely managed to catch the teen as he sagged against his teacher. 

Then to his surprise, rings of light flashed to life and the icy body in his arms was replaced by a warm and much more familiar version of his student. 

Reading Danny’s essays through this new lens was going to be an interesting endeavor from now on, William thought through stress induced amusement.

#danny phantom #mr lancer #identity reveal #danny fenton #fanfic #oneshot #writing #phandom #ao3 #ao3 writer #fan fiction #fandom #archive of our own #mywriting #originalwork #mydannyphantom

[aikoiya]

DPxDC AU - A Bird in Amity

DPxDC AU (can be Phantom Twin AU or not) where when Jason was thrown into the pit, shenanigans happened & instead of surfacing in Nanda Parbat, he found himself coming out of the Lazarus Pit hidden in Amity Park. It can be found in Silent Hill Park, at the bottom of Cauldron Lake.

He surfaces & is found by the Fenton family, who take him in & even get him into Casper. (Lancer is his favorite teacher. Loves that he swears in book titles.) This is at the beginning of the DP timeline, so not much has happened yet.

He rapidly realizes that the Fenton parents are actually pretty negligent despite their obvious love for their children & this begins to instill in him a latent desire to care for others that he may or may not have inherited from Bruce & would've ordinarily been resistant to. Specifically towards the younger members of the Phantom Team & especially Danny (& Dina).

At first, he's wary of everything, but eventually he comes around. Danny (& Dina) weird him out though in the beginning & the feeling is mutual. They can just sense that there's something odd about each other.

The Pit Madness doesn't really get time to fully develop due to living in a place with a constant influx of raw, ambient ectoplasm. Rather, all the corrupted, dark magic-infused ecto-gunk in his system gets filtered out quickly & replaced with healthy ectoplasm. Sure, there were instances of the Pit Rage bubbling up every once in a while, but it sort of puttered out after a while, especially with Jazz's help. Who he may or may not have a crush on.

He's quick to figure out that Danny (& Dina) are heroes & is surprised to learn that he is (they are) basically all that's keeping Amity afloat & elects himself to help the kid(s) & teach him (them) & the rest of Team Phantom the ropes. It's a shock to the entire team that they apparently have Robin on their side. Everyone is wary of his involvement & it takes some time to get used to it.

They eventually learn that he's becoming something of a very low ratio halfa (meaning that he'll eventually develop both an Obsession & a Fixation) & even begins to develop low-grade powers. Things like advanced healing, increased strength, speed, & flexibility, intangibility every once in a while (like, he can't use it willynilly), the ability to actually grab & hit ghosts, night vision, able to walk silently, even the power to see the regular, non-GZ DC ghosts like Deadman & the Gentlemen Ghost. Isn't able to turn invisible on occassion, but he is able to affect people's perception of him similarly to ghosts at any time. So, he can manipulate not only a person's sense of object permanence when in regards to himself, but he can also make himself unnoticeable. This is called Spectral Acknowledgement. Like, he can basically do what the Chameleon Circuit does. Like this:

However, because he's not a true halfa (or, at least, not a very good ratio of one), his anti-gravity center isn't fully developed, so he can really only glide & slow his falling. Just stuff that gives him an edge & a few benefits, while not taking away from his fighting style.

I see him having a hot core with an electric primary & either a fire or shadow secondary. It's nothing like lightningbending or firebending. He can only really coat himself with his element to give his punches more oomf. Though, I'm sure that Danny could make weapons that could channel the elements into them.

Either way, he's got Shocking Grasp & can probably use them as built-in defibs.

In the case of him having a shadow element, then it's not full umbrakinesis as he can only really control his own shadow.

Imagine him able to make it move like Dr. Familiar.

He can make his shadow touch other shadows, which affects the original. So, he can use his shadow to choke out someone else.

In a dark enough area, his shadow would be completely unnoticeable.

As mentioned before, he can coat himself in his shadow, giving him this sort of black flame armor that both protects him & makes his hits stronger.

Jason can Shadow Walk.

Like, Jason just merges into his own shadow, then hides in another shadow so he's completely camouflaged. I bet that even Supes wouldn't know he was near when approached if he was in a dark enough area.

In such cases, he's able to attack or outright kill someone's shadow, thus doing the same thing to the person themselves. And since Superman's powers don't apply to his shadow, it'd actually be very possible for Jason to just outright kill him in the right situation. Not that he'd ever choose to do so, but the option is there regardless.

Imagine it works a little like the bracelet from Link Between Worlds, but it connects to the shadow lands or something!

At the same time, the reason why he'd make his shadow attack someone while he, himself, is in the physical world would be for situations where he was spotted before he could Shadow Walk & so Jason physically distracts his target while his shadow goes behind them & knocks them out.

While Shadow Walking, he can also 'jump' between shadows. Like, from shadow to shadow?

Though, the weakness to this is that bright enough lights can dissipate his shadow.

There's also his Death Echo Power. I'm thinking napalm tears as he died crying in an explosion.

Either way, the best thing is, he's in the right place to better understand these new powers.

Jason has mixed & complicated feelings about Bruce, so he refrains from asking to go home until he sorts everything out. Then, he hears that there's a new Robin & the fact that Joker's still around & it all goes south. The Fenton kids do everything to be there for him, but he's just angry & feels betrayed. Though, not as vitriolically so as in canon. At least, not to such a degree that he wants to take it out on everyone he feels who betrayed him without evidence. It allows him to acknowledge the underlying hurt beneath the anger better.

It's actually because of Jazz that he's eventually able to realize that it isn't the new Robin's fault. However, he can't help how angry he is at Bruce.

Either way, because of the fact that Danny is still the only real defense Amity has against ghosts, Jay doesn't feel able to exact his revenge on Bruce & the Joker yet. But when he does, he has the whole of Team Phantom on his side.

Unlike in canon, Jason learns about how each of his old family reacted to his death. Not only does he learn that Dick had been so angry that he actually killed the Joker in revenge for Jay's death, but also that Bruce revived the bastard afterwards in some twisted attempt to keep Dick's conscience clean.

As a result, he actually patches things up with Dick pretty quickly, but on the other end of the scale, his relationship with Bruce is even worse than in canon. Which is saying something!

Jazz tries to remind him that it's likely due to Bruce's trauma from watching his parents get killed, but the thing is, Jason is not only ecto-liminal, he actually died & came back, which gives him a halfa-like connection to death. Unlike Jazz, who has yet to die herself &, as such, can still be considered human despite being fully ecto-liminal.

See, as per a really great hc I read, a ghost's killer is a source of a great deal of trauma for ghosts. So, if their killer is killed, or at least rendered incapable of causing further harm, it lifts a tremendous weight from that ghost's shoulders & will help them to better regulate their emotions & Obsession.

For more, look here:

So, for Jay to learn that Dick had killed his killer & that the world was so close to being Joker-free until Bruce decided to be a big damn hero...

So. Much. ANGER!!

Like, his relationship with Dick is gonna be great, but Bruce?

Man, his motivations might've been selfless, but they do say that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions...

I love Brucie boy, but he chose wrong this time.

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Interesting thing, when Jay does go back to Gotham, he becomes the Cardinal rather than Red Hood.

There is this superstition that when you see a cardinal, it means that a dead loved one has come to visit. Such is the case with Jason.

A very angry, aggressive cardinal...

I'm not sure what his costume would look like other than having red in it & a biker jacket with Danny's logo on the shoulders.

Also, the All-Blades are a motherfucking must!

One change to them, though. They don't only appear in the presence of pure evil & also work on paranormal beings such as ghosts. They are, however, only deadly to those who are evil. They can hurt those who aren't, but can't kill them.

#danny phantom #dp #dc #dp x dc #jason todd #liminal!jason todd #danny fenton #the fentons #anger management #aikoiya au #writing prompt

[armed-with-knitting-needles]

The prologue and first chapter of my Invisobang Fic is up!

Summary: Danny had always known there was an element of risk in telling his parents about Phantom. He just thought it was a risk worth taking. He didn’t think so anymore.

Now, the Fentons are convinced Danny needs to be cured and Jazz and Danny are stuck staying with Vlad, the only person who has the power and motivation to keep Danny from his parents without getting anyone else involved.

When Danny makes a terrible decision and the Fentons are called in for a parent-teacher conference, Lancer is swept into the mess. Lancer is stuck having to deal with well-meaning Fentons, a scheming Vlad, and teenagers who have been pushed to the brink. For the love of Frankenstein, if only he could figure out what was going on.

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Also, a huge shoutout to my amazing beta @modordracena. She's been putting up with all my panicked screaming and I am super grateful.

Artwork is by @marqkace (Chapters 1 & 2) and @deadvampire32 (Chapter 9) who both be found on Tumblr

#invisobang 2023 #danny phantom #my fic

[q-gorgeous]

Who’s the Marriage Counselor?

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1304

Unfortunately, due to ghost laws, the ghost king is also the ghost marriage counselor. @currentlylurking

hey guys phils back

Danny was changing in the locker room at school. His gym class had just finished up and the rest of his classmates had already left. He finished switching shirts and he slammed the door shut. A face greeted him on the other side and he jumped.

“Shit! Phil! Why are you in the locker room?”

“I have some important information that the Observants wanted me to pass onto you, your majesty.”

“Is it so important that it couldn’t at least wait until I was out of the locker room?” 

Phil remained silent for a few seconds before he responded. “Probably not, your majesty.”

Danny groaned. “Why do you always do this? Lancer’s gonna have a heart attack if you follow me to my english class. He’s not over the fact that I was revealed to be Phantom by being crowned the ghost king. Or that that was why my grades had started falling so much.”

“I’ve seen how much he cares, your majesty.” He followed Danny when he started walking away. “He’s been very accommodating since discovering your secret.”

“You mean since you exposed it to everyone.”

“I apologize, your majesty.”

Danny waved him off and pushed open the door to the locker room. “It’s fine. It would have been less fine if I had been dissected afterwards but that didn’t happen so I think we’re good.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

“So what’s this important information you were supposed to tell me?” Danny walked through the gym and out into the hallway. “Is it another council meeting?”

“No, your majesty. I was to inform you that you have a marriage counseling appointment at 5:30 today.”

“What?” Danny shot a confused look at him. “I’m not married, Phil.”

“It’s not your appointment, your majesty. You are the one acting as the marriage counselor for your appointment with Mr. Skulker and Mrs. Mcclain.”

“No, no, no. I can’t be a marriage counselor! I don’t have any training for this. I barely had any training to be king!”

“It is something the ghost king has been responsible for for millenia, your majesty.”

“Why can’t you be the marriage counselor?” Danny asked Phil, frowning. “You already seem to know how to do everything else.”

“I’m sorry, your majesty. It seems that is the one skill I am without.” 

“I don’t have that skill either!” He threw his hands up in the air. “Why is this something the ghost king is responsible for?”

Phil only shrugged. 

Danny groaned. “Why am I only hearing about this now, anyways? That only gives me a couple hours to figure out how this works.”

“I lost the note the Observants gave me in my pocket last week, your majesty. I did not find it until thirty four minutes ago.”

“Of course that happened.” Danny glared at him. “What else would infinite pockets be good for if not for losing the orders and notes everyone else gives you?”

“I always have change on me, your majesty.”

“But can you find it?”

Phil nodded. 

Danny squinted his eyes at him. “But not the very important documents the Observants give you?”

Phil shook his head.

Danny sighed. “How has this become my life? Sure, I guess. I’ll be there. Where are we doing this?”

“Inside the palace, your majesty.”

They stopped outside the door to Mr. Lancer’s classroom. “Okay, that makes it easy. Now go away before Lancer sees you.” 

Danny turned to enter the classroom and was met face to face with Lancer. He saw Lancer look behind him and his eyes widened. 

“William.” Phil said. He bowed and then disappeared with a gust of wind that sent Lancer’s tie fluttering. 

“Land of the lost, Mr. Fenton. What was he here for this time?”

Danny grinned at him, giving him a sarcastic shrug. 

“Apparently I’m a marriage counselor now too!” 

Lancer just looked at him and turned away, walking into the classroom.

“I need to go sit down.”

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“Okay.” Danny said as he sat down on his throne. “I was only informed of this today and I have no idea what I’m doing so don’t expect to have any good results. Most of this will be on you guys.”

“I didn’t know that this law was still in effect. If I knew we were gonna get dipstick here I would’ve suggested we go talk to Spectra instead.” Ember said as she leaned back in her chair.

“Spectra isn’t-”

Danny was interrupted by Skulker talking over him. “We’ve already had that discussion. That woman is horrendous and only does stuff for her own self gain. She’d make us start arguing with each other for fun. Besides, she’s not doing much better with Bertrand either. She was also thinking about signing up for marriage counseling too.”

Danny shook his head and waved his arms back and forth. “No, Spectra is not allowed anywhere near here if she’s looking for marriage counseling.”

“Are you allowed to do that?” Ember asked as she leaned back forward. “Refuse clients? Just because they attacked and tried to manipulate you? Isn’t that discrimination?”

“No!”

Skulker nodded his head. “That makes sense. He didn’t decline us though and we’ve attacked him. It’s just gotta be because Spectra is terrible.” 

Danny sighed. “Okay, enough about Spectra. Why are you guys here? I need to be home for dinner by seven.”

“We’re just having trouble compromising on things together.” Ember said. “Skulker wants me to move to his lair, but there’s so many bugs there. But he doesn’t want to move to mine because it’s not ‘manly enough’ for him.”

“Everything is covered in doilies!” Skulker shouts. 

“That’s not my fault!” Ember shouted back. “At least they’re not mosquitoes!” 

Danny held his hand up and waited for them to look back at him. “I mean, I don’t know that much about the ghost zone laws and policies yet, it’s not like your lair will disappear if you’re not staying there, right? You could spend a couple nights at one lair, a couple nights at the other. Or even stay at your own lair alone if you need alone time.”

Ember and Skulker looked at each other. “That could work.” Ember said

“Great!” Danny clapped his hands together. “Was that all then?”

“Actually, no.” Skulker said. “Ember and I have been trying for a baby and we can’t decide if-”

“No, nope!” Danny stood up and walked away. “I don’t wanna hear about it. I don’t even wanna know how that works.”

“Well who else are we supposed to go to for marriage counseling then?” Ember asked, glaring at him.

“If I can find a marriage counselor in Amity Park that’s actually qualified and willing to take on ghosts would you consider that?”

Skulker and Ember traded looks between each other.

“They would be an actual trained adult professional. Who would be a lot less grossed out by however you guys procreate.”

“That would probably be better.” Skulker said quietly, thinking. “He does not have much life experience. It would be nice to talk to someone who might understand what having kids is like.”

“Awesome! We can get that arranged. Let me go find- AH!” Danny turned and found someone in front of him. He jumped back. “Phil!” 

“You rang, your majesty?”

“Yes. Can you find Skulker and Ember a human marriage counselor? They want to talk about things that I do not have the experience to help them with and they think an actual marriage counselor would be better suited.”

“Of course, your majesty.”

“Thank you.” He started walking out of the throne room. “This is definitely something I’ll have to bring up at the next council meeting. I cannot keep doing this.”

“I’ll add it to your notes for the next meeting, your majesty.”

“Thanks, Phil. Don’t lose them.”

“I won’t, your majesty.”

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #danny fenton #ember mcclain #skulker #fanfiction

[the-witchhunter]

More Phantom Punk AU

Because this won’t get out of my head, here are more ideas I have about a punk Danny

-Danny and Sam bonded over being the two alternative kids in school (Goth/punk solidarity) -Danny has a bunch of piercings as Phantom but not as Fenton      -He had them when he had his accident      -He took them out because they hurt like a b*tch after being zapped      -And the metal started glowing so his ears healed before he got new ones -Lancer is a “former” punk      -I say “former” because he just doesn’t look the part because dress code      -He has full tattoo sleeves that are just covered at school      -Just imagine the reaction to someone walking in while he’s got his sleeves           rolled up and grading papers and boom, just nerdy lancer being totally inked -Danny figuring out he can do some of the things ember can do      -Getting stronger the more people cheer him on      -Being able to summon a backing band      -Maybe just being able to create ectoplasmic constructs in general because          between “Fanning the Flames” and “Pirate Radio” there’s an argument to be        made that Ember can do that instead of young blood roping in that many              ghosts to make a pirate crew -Danny and Ember being Frienemies/musical rivals      -their conflicts being solved by them having a battle of the bands      -them having jam sessions      -Just more of an excuse to have Ember around because she’s my favorite -Danny being openly ACAB and critical of the prison industrial complex to walker is both funnier and makes Walker’s dislike of Danny make more sense -Danny being hostile to Vlad off the bat because eat the rich -Immediately after Vlad reveals himself as Plasmius Danny immediately being “this proves I was right about you being an evil billionaire” -Danny using the Fenton creep stick because you can’t tell me that punk Phantom with a bat wouldn’t look cool

#danny phantom #danny fenton #gremlin danny fenton #phantom punk #ember mclain #Vlad masters #vlad plasmius #punk au #au #writing prompt #brain rot

[danny-and-hisshadow]

Bad decisions lead to worse consequences

)no phantom planet, though small aspects from it are used()jazz left for college early(vlad has a hand in that,)Sam was shipped off to boarding school(blame vlad) , Tucker's family moved to Egypt (also vlad)(

Danny's running ragged trying to keep ghosts from destroying amity , his parents are worried,the school is giving up on him, vlad has been cranking the pressure on him, and now he finds out he is going to be the next ghost king.

All the stress and sleepless nights aren't helping Danny figure out what to do, without a support system his friends and sister gave him he feels like the walls are closing in on him. He wants to tell his parents his secrets only to once more overhear them talking of destroying phantom again. He looks at the letter in his hands requesting a meeting at the nasty burger and shivers, anxiousness eating at him, his breath mistings as a ghost lurks around his home, likely a spy from vlad, he also has a scroll from a observant of all things ,who was clearly unhappy to tell Danny he would be the ghost king. All thos pressure had Danny nearly yanking his hair out,he wanted to scream,shout, destroy something,but he couldn't.

He paced his room wishing he had tucker and sam to help him, even jazz,but he was alone. At home and at school he had no one, he was at the bottom of the pecking order, practically a pariah. Lancer always looked so disappointed now a days. As did his parents,'no Fenton gets an f indeed'.

Danny felt like he was losing his mind. He (silently, mentally) wished he could be in two different places so he could divide his responsibilities. It wasn't like he could ask clockwork for help, well he could,but he had a feeling it would not help.

He trudged down to his parents lab to start on his chores, cleaning up spills and fiddling with weapons so they wouldn't be able to hurt him,when he came across a familiar invention, the Fenton ghost catcher. He stared at it groggily, vaguely remembering the last time he had used it. Danny continued cleaning as he considered the invention, remembering the events that lead to super phantom and fun Danny. The franticness of trying to merge back together after splitting powers between them before finding out about a switch on the ghost catcher. Then he remembers enjoying the beautiful sunset with tucker and Sam before his parents got the house moved back to where it belonged.

After finishing up his chores he collapsed in a swivel chair as he debated on what he should do. Should be really split himself into two again? The more he considered everything he had going one,the lack of help,and deadlines,and how exhausted he was , the more it sounded like a good idea. He also briefly considered what would happen if his ghost side was evil, but decided he would focus on putting as much good into phantom as possible,last thing anyone wanted was another evil king. With that he jumped through the ghost catcher.

Phantom floated in the air as Fenton smacked face first into the ground and groaned. Danny picked himself up,"you could have caught me", he grumbled. Phantom cringed,"sorry, I had a lot on my mind", he was mentally checking to see if he was evil like the original Danny worried about, though he really didn't feel evil,and how would one go about discovering you were evil or not? All he felt was just stressed out about becoming the new ghost king and leaving the earth ,his home, his family behind.

Fenton sat on the swivel chair again, crossing his arms to hug himself. "Well, maybe you can order the ghosts to not bother Amity park, king phantom", He had a meeting with lancer and his parents tomorrow, he was busy thinking about how was he going to get out of this mess of trouble he was in.

Danny Fenton was probably going to be doing a lot of groveling. Also, the nasty burger was a terrible place to have a meeting, unless lancer was using the place as a way of saying that Danny's future prospects for jobs were all fast food restaurants. Which rude, and cruel.

Danny phantom, still waiting to see if he felt evil or not, nodded, unaware of Fenton's inner thoughts, and missing the jab out his new title," that's a good idea, I could make it a order to avoid the human world, so mom and dad don't get their hands on any ghosts, it protects them,the ghosts,and the town, win win", he said with a grin. Phantom thought a moment,"are you going to be ok? The guys in white might target you".

Fenton shrugged,"well,we are divided now, I'm human, they don't target humans", thinking quickly,Fenton grabbed the ghost gabber and turned it on," I am Danny Fenton, I am not a ghost", he stated. The gabber reader antenna whirled around wildly before stated," no ghost detected".

Phantom tried next,"I am Danny phantom,I am a ghost", the gabber's antenna once again whirled,this time pointing at phantom and stated,"ghost detected! Translating, I am Danny phantom,I am a ghost, fear me! ".

They laughed as Fenton turned off the gabber so he could put it back were it belonged. Once they caught their breath,they wondered why they thought that was funny to begin with.

#danny phantom #my wriitng #danny phantom au #danny fenton #bad decisions lead to worse consequences

[shadowphatom22]

Walker and his adopted halfa son

Chapter 4:Plan for the unknown and the known for team Phantom?

Sam's point of view

As I enter the living room I am simply wearing a Ghost Theam t-shirt and sweatpants and my hair is in a messy bun lately I have been letting my hair grow out, which makes my mom happy about it but I still stick to my ways thank you very much. I finished half a cup of coffee, I was so excited because Jazz was coming over and spending the break over here; not only that Mom and Grandma were going on vacation with her friends and Grandma would keep her important if any ghost problems happened which it looks like it did and she made sure to send a message to tucker to come over and he will be over with his parent’s. She is lucky that her father and grandma are on their side and Tucker’s parents as well they are keeping Danny’s ghost half from her mom for the most obvious reason, I sigh wondering how they found out though we might never know we are lucky and grateful to them. While I was standing at the doorway I looked at my father and Jazz sitting in the living room Jazz was sitting on the couch next to the fireplace, she is wearing her black t-shirt and blue pants; as for my dad he was dressed differently and not his 90’s perfect husband and father look he is in a plain grey shirt, tan pants his which is wired and I almost dropped my coffee mug but I hid it and walked over to the couch and sit next to Jazz and place my mug on the coffee table and notice that mom and grand mom are not here did they already leave?

Sam: Are mom and grandma not here?

Mr. Manson: Yes, they leave early in the morning, and in the morning Grandma sends her love.

Sam: Hmm (sigh I looked at Jazz then looked at the ghost glossary book that is sitting on her lap)

Sam: He is is super annoying

Jazz: (laughing) Yeah we were talking and making a list of the most annoying ghosts.

No one’s point of view

They continue the conversation to find out who is the most annoying and add information about the different ghosts to the book, in one section is the law of the ghost zone next chapter is Walker’s rules so they don’t get in trouble and get information on the law’s and the rule’s it’s kind of hard, getting the book organized is a job but well worth it. When the doorbell rings it scares them from the book.

Sam: I will get it

Mr. Manson: I will be in the kitchen

Jazz: I will come with you, Sam

As they went their different way Sam and Jazz made their way to the front door and walked about the box ghost and how he came out of nowhere and tried to figure out how he did it, and as they opened the front door standing was the Foley family.

Tucker: Good morning Jazz, hey Sam have you already had coffee yet? ( he knows not to make any jokes, and more until Sam has some coffee in her system)

Sam: Hey Tucker, yes I have and I am about to get a second one

Jazz: …. are you some sort of coffee ghost? Does that make a coffee disperse within seconds? I do not remember seeing you drinking it at all.

Sam: did you make a ghost joke?

Tucker: (laughing)

Mr. Foley simply smiled and said: is Mr. Manson here?

Sam: Yes sir, he is in the kitchen we can put your bags in the room you staying in while you and Mrs. Foley go and talk to my dad.

Mr. and Mrs. Foley: Thank you

Mrs. Foley: that will help see you children in the living room here in a bit.

Tucker, Sam, and Jazz went and dropped off the bags in the right rooms and then went to the living and to do their own thing while they waited for the adults to come in and talk about what happened and what to do next and that including might have to involve Mr. lancer, as they were waiting the adults came walking in with coffees in hands and then they all sit down, with that being said when everyone was sitting in the living room quiet not saying a world after a few minutes that is when Jazz spoke and explore what was going on in the fentom house and both the good and the bed even the wores.

Sam: I … Have to agree with you Jazz less suspense is needed now more than ever if that can happen.

Mrs. Foley: I also agree and having someone who works in the education department will help your children out if the ghosts come and attack during school hours.

Mr.Manson: not to mention he can better plan a better education plan for your children and can bring your grades up so you can chase after your dreams.

Mr. Foley: I understand the reason, however, why not simply talk to your parents Jasmin

everyone went dead quiet then Jazz said her father's favorite words

Jazz: “I” tear you apart molecule by molecule ( with a big smile trying to copy her father then letting out a heavy sigh)

Mr. Foley: Please tell me he did not do that in front of Danny at least?

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz: More often than not. they ( they said at the same time)

Mr. Manson: all right ( with a sigh ) I will go call Mr. Lancer, right now and Tucker what are you doing?

everyone looked at Tucker to see what he was doing, because he was quiet for most of the time and he looked like he was making something.

Tucker still not looking up started to say.

Tucker: I am trying to create a new type of phone with the ability to work in the ghost zone and not be affected by techniques, while we are here we can still call Danny if he is in the ghost zone, along with other ghost hunting function that can help Danny too and make sure that it is not picking him up every second.

After he finished talking everyone said: THAT IS AMAZING?!?!?! (mainly the adults)

Mr. Foley: That explains the phones ( he said to Mrs. Foley and she nodded)

Mrs. Foley: Not only that Jazz here has been studying medicine for both body and mined

Mr. Manson: Sam has been studying different food diets so everyone can get all the foods that they need. (Sam was trying not to blush at her father’s words she did not think he would know about that)

Then everyone turned to Mrs. Foley and Jazz because that was a surprise and confusing that is when Jazz gave the answers

Jazz: I asked Mrs. Foley to help me because medicines are what I am best at, Sam is best with planning what to do and looking out, not meaning making sure we get food or we will forget, and Tucker is best at tec and he is getting good at making stuff too.

Tucker: yup, oh and I hacked into Fentom's work to get the blueprints of their invitations, also Jazz did you know your house has cameras?

Jazz: (shocked) No we do not own Carma

Tucker: Then someone put them in there without saying a word because your house does and it’s only the live feed from my understanding and no recording

Jazz: Vald must have put them there

Sam: Make senes I would not put it past him he is a crazy fruitlop

Tucker: and on that note any word on Danny?

the girls simply said no at this time Mr. Manson went to the kictchen to make the first call

Ring Ring Ring Click.

Mr. Lancer: Hello?

Mr. Manson: Hello Mr. Lancer this is Mr. manson Samthe’s father.

Mr. Lancer: Ahh yes what can I do for you sir?

Mr. Manson: I fully aware of my child change in class and I was hoping you have time to come over to talk about it?

Mr. Lancer: hmm (this will give me some anwers about the three behovire if he know about the other two as well and it will be a big help for me) Alright that soons good I will be there aound 12:30 will that work for you?

Mr. Manson: yes that would work thank you for your time and hang up the phone

Mr. Manson and Mr. Lances have been friends for a long time so it was no supries to be inveted over for coffee and to talk about books

Mr. Manson looked at the wall clock that read 9:30am before he made his second call

Mr. Manson (sigh) I am not going to like this converists at all

After he was done in the kitchen he went back into the living room and holding a deck of cards any one up for UNO he had explanied that mr. lancer will be here at 12:30 and everyone agree to the game, tucker decied not play and wanted to contied working on is invetion.

Mr. Lancer’s point of veiw

After getting a call from Mr.Manson this morning he been wounding what is going on with his three students he know the three of them are really smart and a few weeks after the school year started their grades droped so after a while and it is time to head over to manson house and when he go there and enter the house. Tucker was the first notice him.

Tucker: Hi Mr. Lancer, welcome to the crazy group (not looking up from what he is doing)

after Mr. Manson and I sit down on the couch Sam, Jazz and Tucker told me everything it was such a shock I had a hard time not to spit out my coffee and becuse what they told some home made sense and it was hard to belive but it was the truth.

Mr. Lancer: That explain danny’s banned for glass used and late for class and more (heavy sigh my eye’s fell on a book that was open and had a picture of the box ghost next to the UNO cards) and he is a headace ( deadpining)

everyone: we all agree with that one

No point of veiw

Mr. Lancer: so were is Danny?

Jazz: in the Ghost zone he wanted explore and learn more about it before all of go with him to explore

Mr. Lancer: hmm alright he is safe there so to speak that is good and to anwser the unanwer question yes, I would glady help you childern out be silent about it, you children need all the help you can look (he looked at Mr. Manson when he said that last part)

Tucker: That’s awsome! now we don’t have to worry about missing anything! also I notice you have not used any book titles in your sentences

Mr lancer: I may help out with the drama club and be dramic to help lighten everyone sprite from time to time however I do know how to be serious, and what are you doing tucker?

tucker explain what he was doing and he was happy about it he was close to comleting one of them then the phone he was working on beep

Tucker: huh that is weird that can’t be right

Sam: what going on tucker? ( with a worry look)

Tucker: It’s said that a ghost is near

everyone one is quite and hoping it is not the box ghost and that is Danny that is near however it was in fact one of walker’s goons

???: exuse me I hope I did not scared you I am looking for Jazz

Jazz: That’s me is my brother ok?

???: Hello, I am officer Nightmare and that is why I am here and talk about don’t worry he is okey

everyone relax at that knowing that danny is okey but jazz was still worry about her brother and why is there a walker goon here.

Jazz: So are you sure that my brother is okey Officer Nightmare? I mean he has been missing sence yestarday.

Nightmare: so a day has past since the halfing enter the ghost zone huh?

Mr. Lancer: Um qestion what is a halfing?

Then Nightmare started explaining his side of the story how he met Danny and what is a halfing

#danny phantom #fic writing

[ghost-booy]

I am in absolute love with how people portray Danny and the gang in fics. There are just so many amazing headcanons and aus and I am so deeply in love with this fandom. Also some of my favorite things in fics, just because they mean so much to me.

When Danny and Jazz are super close siblings, and they bicker and act just like how my siblings do, it is just 10/10

When Lancer is a good teacher and actually cares about his students

Lancer knowing about Danny and trying to help him in any way he can

Post reveal, Maddie and Jack being nonchalant about Danny doing ghost things around them and it being completely normal for them

When Vlad is set up to be redeemable and can actually be a positive figure in the fentons lives, helping them when possible and being a mentor for Danny

When Vlad is set up to be irredeemable, crossing lines and never looking back, Danny and Co hating him for all he's done

Valerie being a BAMF

Clockwork having a father/mentor relationship with Danny

Back to redeemed Vlad, where Danny sees him as a second father

Sam and Tucker dating, Danny being oblivious

All of them are gay and trans

Valerie being a part of team phantom

Danny being a BAMF

When Maddie and Jack kickass for their kids, supporting them 100%

The Fentons adopt Dani/Elle, her realizing she has people that care about her and want to help her

Elle being Jazz and Danny's little sister, getting caught up in all the sibling shenanigans, and them supporting eachother

Elle being a BAMF

Elle hating Vlad for the rest of her life because of his actions

Elle forgiving Vlad after he's redeemed himself and excepting him as a father figure

Just Maddie and Jack being actually good parents that show unconditional love to all their kids

Elle settling in Amity Park and being part of team phantom

Jazz being a BAMF

Danny dying alone and having no support system :(

Jazz being the one there when the portal turns on and doing everything she can to support and protect her brother

Just Danny and Jazz protecting eachother and always having the others back

Danny telling his parents immediately, they either take it in stride or that's not their son anymore

Maddie and Jack figuring it out on their own, destroying all their weapons that would be harmful to danny, trying to win Phantom's trust

Tucker being a BAMF

Vlad and Danny never finding out the other is a halfa, thinking they're the only one of their kind

Danny becoming an eldritch abomination that scares even Sam and Tucker

Everlasting trio

Jazz being ecto contaminated, and having slight ghost powers

Danny having to eat ectoplasm, whether from a test tube or just straight up cannibalism

Ok so there are a million more things that I love about the fics in the fandom, but here's a few. So lucky to be surrounded by such creative, skilled, and cool people 💚🖤🤍 Thank You all for your service🥺😭😘

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #dani phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #vlad masters #mr lancer #i just fucking love this fandom so much #everything everyone does is just so amazing #feel free to add your fav things! #authors and artists seriously thank you so much #booy rambles

[ashboy-3]

New Beginnings

Fandom: Danny Phantom Prompt: White Crow Character: Danny, Clockwork, Lancer Words: 1,109 Summary: With Sam and Tucker out for the week Danny is having a tiring week. That is until Clockwork stops by and gives him some news Warnings: strong language

Danny was having an off day. An off week. An off month maybe even. He was having to fight ghost after ghost after ghost for the past week. He’s gotten no sleep and it’s been killing him.

Sam was off on some event her parents dragged her to while Tucker was visiting his uncle out of the city. It was killing him. While his two friends were excused from school Danny was stuck. Sleeping in class accidentally and missing school days. It was a lot, and he was struggling. The last time he struggled as much was possibly when he first got his ghost powers.

He knew that there was no way to fight it so instead he chooses to just yawn and make his way towards Lancer’s next class. He would have to work hard to stay awake since his two best friends were not here to take notes for him.

The plan did not work as well as he wanted it to, Lancer had to shake him awake, a worried expression on his face, so Danny wouldn’t be late to his next class.

“Is everything okay Mr. Fenton?” Lancer asked, he figured it was safe considering everyone else already left for their next class.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine Mr. Lancer. It’s just harder without Sam and Tucker here,” Danny shrugged off the old teacher’s worry.

“Well Mr. Foley and Ms. Manson will both be back before the end of the week is up. Is there a reason why you’ve been sleeping through my classes?” he crossed his arms. It felt like he was looking in Danny’s soul.

“No sir. I’ve just been working hard at some after school things. Sam and Tucker normally help me. It’ll be better once they get back. I’ll try not to fall asleep tomorrow. I promise!” Danny yelled at him, hearing the late bell ring, rushing towards his next class.

The day continued for Danny, skipping gym to take care of a few small blobs that found their way into the school. Last thing Danny wanted was for the small helpless blobs to set off the ghost alarms.

After school he quickly made his way back to his house, finding it empty, he untenanted the thermos into the portal.

He flew back up to his room, hopefully he could get some homework started before his patrol, or worse a ghost shows up before that.

An hour or two had to have passed when his ghost sense went off.

“Time in.” a medallion was placed over his neck. “Working hard young Daniel?”

“Clockwork? What’s wrong? Did Dan get out!” Danny was quick to change into ghost form, ready for a heavy fight.

“Calm down young one,” the ancient ghost chuckled. “I do not come bearing bad news,” He shifted from an adult to an older man.

“Then why are you here?” Dann took a seat at his desk once again, not changing out of ghost form.

“Well, I have an announcement to make.” Danny really didn’t want to deal with the older ghost dramatic pauses right now. “I pronounce you, Daniel Phantom, next in line for the throne of the Infinite Realms!” Danny could swear he saw a smile on Clockworks’s face, but he was to shock; flabbergasted.

“I’m sorry?” he said after two minutes of pure silence.

“The council has been fighting ever since Pariah was fully defeated. They’ve been looking to crown the next ghost and a decision had to be made,” He spoke as if Danny was the obvious choice

“No. Why me? I don’t deserve to be king! I don’t want to be king! What would I even do! No! Just No! Give it to someone else!” Danny was pacing around his room, not realizing that his feet were slowly leaving the ground.

“You defeated Pariah Dark. The choice was between Vlad or you and the council has made a decision. You were vouched for by Princess Dora, Pandora, Frostbite and many other ancients. I even gave my vote,” Clockwork informed him.

“Theirs’s a council? And they vouched for me?”  Danny was truly surprised at everything that he was hearing.

“Like I said their were two candidates. Vlad or You. Frist the council had to narrow down their options for the throne. Next, they needed to be vouched for. With the two choices only one or two out of the entire council voted for Vlad. You won the majority rule. We are on the third step. I have informed you. This is where you make the decision to try for the throne. If you refuse then we go on to Vlad,” Clockwork spoke from memory.

“Okay so if I don’t accept it goes to Vlad and if I do then what?”

“Once you accept, we set up a meeting with the council. There you will go preliminaries and answer any questions. Once all that is done, if the council accepts you then you will be crowned as Prince until the council deems you worthy of a crown. After that you will be titled prince. A different ceremony will be set up for that, where you will receive the ring of rage. There is more after, but that is the step that you are talking about.”

“Do I have time to think about it?” Danny asked.

“I wish. Sadly, the time is only what I can give you here. Once I return it to normal the council will be waiting a decision. I know it’s a big one, but I would not be vouching for you if I didn’t believe in you,” Clockwork put a supportive hand on the younger ghosts shoulder.

“I’ll do it. I’ll became the next Ghost King,” Danny decided after a minute.

“I will alert the council of your decision. The road ahead is hard, but very much worth it. You will be a good king.”

“Did you see that in my timeline?” Danny rolled his eyes.

“The second you were nominated for king you timeline has been blocked from me. You’re future is fully up yo you. I’ll be letting you know when your first council meeting is. Until then you take care young prince,” Clockwork bowed, disappearing in a swirl of time.

Danny couldn’t believe his luck. He needed to tell Sam and Tucker. Needed to tell Jazz. He needed to finish homework. He needed to go on patrol.

But at that moment all he could do was see at his bed looking out of his window, a strange feeling forming in his stomach when he saw a white crow perched outside of his window, disappearing as if it was a trick of the light.

#ectoberhaunt23 #ehday3 #day 3 #eh white crow #white crow #ghost king danny #danny fenton #danny phantom #mr lancer #clockwork

[cae-ruleam]

the progression of succession

multichap fic, AO3 link (the format is a bit better there)

rating: T for swearing. later chapters might get heavy

word count: 1788

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“One day, Phantom changed, or did he, really?”

Or, Danny is taking a test he isn't aware of ever having signed up for.

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When Danny woke up, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. That should’ve been a sign of something amiss.

The previous night, he had been, rudely, awoken by Johnny and Kitty when they decided Amity had to be their dating spot again, at 2am in the morning. Whoever ever uttered that the dead sleep forever were clearly wrong.

It hadn’t been much of a fight, luckily. The couple genuinely just wanted to have some harmless fun riding and sitting around. Shadow even smiled at him. Johnny’s familiar was never able to lie about their emotions or intentions, which were, by extent, Johnny’s.

By then, already feeling guilty for impeding on their date, Phantom left them to it and drifted back home slowly. While there was no fight, regularly sleeping just four hours a night was bound to have some side effects. Unfortunately espresso shots only did so much.

So, color Danny surprised when he woke up fine. Better than fine, actually. He felt energized in a way he hadn’t felt in months, since Christmas Truce. Again, that should’ve tipped him off, but Danny was not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth.

The halfa shot a quick look at his bedside alarm – 7am – he could work with that. If he had to use some ghost perks to speed up the process, no one would be any the wiser.

He quickly pulled on some casual clothes, you can never go wrong with a NASA hoodie and black trousers, before he sped for the bathroom. He was in and out and down to the kitchen like lightning.

‘Thank god mom and dad are only ever down the labs or in their room.’ He thought as he grabbed a quick bite.

The house felt empty.

It has for the past year or so, ever since Jazz left for college some states over.

Soon – Danny thought. In just one more year, he will be able to leave this house behind as well.

He quickly scarfed down the rest of his breakfast and left silently like the wind.

Once outside, he stepped into a familiar alleyway and let his transformation wash over him. He flew high up into the sky.

His itinerary towards Casper high was practically second nature, and he let his body take the lead as he looked around, down at Amity.

Ghost attacks have become less frequent, but visits were becoming more common. It would still take some time before the citizens actually understood that, though. So Phantom was still as busy as ever. Just thankfully, less beat up.

At a distance, down below, a student running late felt a shift in the air. She looked up at the sky and saw... an anomaly.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and hastily tried to take a picture. Once shot, the entity was glitchy as fuck.

She pulled up Twitter and put out a quick tweet before hurrying on.

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illegally blonde @.royallyhigh

alright this is creeping me the fuck out. has any ghost capture ever been this disturbed???

[Image ID: A vague, long and slender figure zipping across the sky. They’re incredibly distorted as if the image had already been compressed a thousand times over and shown on a twenty year old monitor, instead of having been taken two minutes ago.]

 - reply to @.royallyhigh

in denial hush @.creamcherrypie

what the fuck. if i didnt know you suck ass at editing id say this is fake

 - reply to @.royallyhigh

ember's new single out now! @.rosesformystar

no... don’t they look familiar...? i'm not going crazy, am i?

 - reply to @.royallyhigh, @.rosesformystar

its halloween month idgaf @.starsformyrose

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

 - reply to @.royallyhigh, @.rosesformystar, @.starsformyrose

Hopeless Writer @.mydailyfoodblog

You’re all crazy. It can’t be. They SCREAM bad news

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Danny slipped into his seat at the back of Lancer’s class with two minutes to spare. Most of the class was already present.

Lancer walked in and proclaimed it, “Too early to deal with this,” and started the class without marking attendances. The last few students came in a few minutes after without much fuss from them or their teacher, and class went on as normal. If the students seated near Daniel Fenton felt chills on their back, no one made a sound.

‘It can’t be coming from him. Not from that whimp.’ were their collective thoughts.

Puberty may have stretched him out and he may be quite fit, but his baggy clothing made sure no one would be aware of it. Sometime when he was fifteen Danny realized how badly his identity was hidden. He made an effort starting then, and it has been working well. No one suspected a thing, no one but Wes, of course.

Classes came and went. Students got increasingly creeped out near Danny Fenton of all people, for whatever reason.

Lunch came around.

It was just the second week since the start of the school year and Danny was already tired of it. Lunch breaks and free periods they shared being his only salvation. Such as right now.

The universe still seemed against Danny, for some reason. When they received their timetables for the first semester Team Phantom was thoroughly pissed. They barely had any classes together, the ones which they did share, were the only classes they took where there was only one class. They must’ve caught on that Sam and Tucker were covering for Danny’s ‘extracurricular activities’, and, fair. But it sucks.

While walking through the halls towards the cafeteria, he couldn’t help but notice the other students all stepped away a bit more than usual. Couldn’t help but overhear some whispers.

Do you think it could be because of some creepy shit his parents have been pulling? They have a PORTAL in their basement, don’t they?

Maybe you’re right... God, he may be a loser but I kind of feel bad... Shit! He’s near, shh.

If Danny didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought he was back in his freshman year. Actually, that might be the case. He wouldn’t put it past Clockwork to send him back in the past without warning. But their comments do not add up, at all.

Making his way past the rows of lockers a bit faster, he quickly arrived at the cafeteria. He went up, got some food and sat down at their usual table. The other two were already there.

“Do I have something weird on my face or something? Do I have ectoplasm scarring I missed?” was his greeting.

Sam and Tucker looked up from their food and stared at him with unreadable expressions. Eventually Sam scrunched her brows in confusion when that emotion won the inner battle.

“No... but if people have been avoiding you I can understand why. No offense, but you feel insanely unapproachable. Any idea what could’ve caused it?” The goth spoke with little emotion in her voice. It might’ve been a subconscious effort to not set off this anomaly- no, her friend, she had to remind herself. Why?

Tucker wanted to join in on the conversation, but his throat was locked. Why? This is his best friend! He could only settle for nodding with an identical quizzical expression on his face.

Danny sighed, and sat down frustrated. They continued their lunch, ignoring the elephant in the room. They tried to chat normally. They talked about the upcomming DOOMED game and the co op session they had been planning for ages, since its reveal. Lunch proceeded normally. If Sam and Tucker still felt on edge, they did not let Danny know. They shouldn’t.

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Danny was at P.E. His last period of the day and light at the end of the tunnel. Aside from the avoidances all around, his day had gone smoothly. Of course, that’s when everything went wrong.

As he reached the end of the obstacle course, alarms blared. The ones signaling a ghost attack, yeah, those.

After three years of ghost attacks, everyone had become used to the procedure and thankfully quickly left the gymnasium, to the safety zones, belongings forgotten. Danny was with them, until he wasn’t.

While walking, running, with the crowd, he silently left them and slipped into the bathroom invisibly and intangibly. He transformed, and left in the same state.

He took the malevolent ghost – a new one, huh – by surprise and tackled the both of them to the outside, somewhere safer and less destructable.

The ghost sneered, something about not expecting the ghost child to show up so quick. It was rare to meet a ghost out here who was unaware of the fact Phantom attended Casper high as a human.

Below, some people ran. Other passerby stopped in their tracks instead, gawking up at the two ghosts. Was that Phantom?

The teenaged ghost looked familiar, yet so different, so distant, hazy, unapproachable. If people claimed this is the one ghost you could always trust to help you, people would not have believed it. Few people’s hands subconsciously headed for their phones.

In the air, the ghost got ready to launch an attack, until they looked up and tilted their head.

“You are the ghost child, right?”

“Phantom? Yeah, who else? Now come on, let’s do this dance quick so I can head back. Some of us actually have something to do with their afterlife.”

The other ghost was still clearly thrown off, they shook their head and readied themselves again. Whatever was going on was weird, Danny had decided that hours ago, but it just became even crazier, if ghosts were affected too.

His solution was to ignore the issue. If he did not pay it any mind, it would go away on its own, and hopefully not bite him back in the ass.

He took advantage of the ghost’s confusion. He shot a quick ectoblast at their chest and sucked them into the thermos. After sealing them, he darted back towards the school.

Once inside, he noticed the students packing their bags and leaving. When he got near them invisibly, someone less attentive wouldn’t have noticed anything odd. Danny saw that they became tense and rigid.

He ignored the ever-growing enigma and ran the facts through his mind. Right, it was last period. The area must’ve been declared safe and they’d been dismissed early.

No one noticed, or cared about, his absence as usual.

Danny did a quick one over of the entire school building before heading towards the gymnasium. Thankfully there were no damages inflicted in between the ghost’s arrival and the time he took to transform and push them out.

He gathered his things and sped back home, ignoring the dread gnawing at the back of his mind.

Meanwhile, Amity’s filtered side of social media was ablaze.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #fanfic #phan phic #ghost king danny #sam manson #tucker foley #cae's writing #i came back from the writing grave after about a year oops #i have an actual plan for this! #lets see if i can stick to it #unreliable narrator and you will be left with as much knowledge as danny... </3

[theplanetprince]

Schrodinger's Adolescent || CH. 23

Fic: AO3 || FNN

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Rating: Teens and Up

Word Count as of update: 179k~

Relationships: Dash Baxter/Danny Fenton, Sam Manson/Tucker Foley, Ember Mcclain/Ghostwriter

Characters: Danny Fenton, Dash Baxter, Sam Manson, Tucked Foley, Cujo, Johnny 13, Ghostwriter, Sidney Poindexter, Mr Lancer  

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow to Update, Canon Rewrite, Post-Reality Trip, High School Setting, Fake Dating (Kinda), Unrequited Love, It's requited but they're dumbasses, one-sided attraction, fluff, I know the content warning is extensive, but I promise there's fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, Danny Fenton has PTSD  

Content Warnings: Threats of Assault, Swearing, Characters raising their voices,

Chapter Summary: After dropping Dash off, Danny is confronted by a side of Kwan people seldom see.

Author's notes: Originally, there was another half to this chapter, but I feel like the stark cut-off is actually the better end for the chapter and sort of signifies the end of the act. I'm still trying to figure out exactly how many acts we have. I want to say three, but you know it'll be end up being four. We'll see. -Voorhees✌️

Credits: I just want to extend a very special thank you to my partner @the-storming-sea and my beta reader @galaxy-beast for genuinely helping me out; they deserve so much praise for suffering through my long rants about this show. They helped me greatly with this chapter and my upcoming mini-bang providing dialog and general polishing.

#fic #danny phantom #dp #schrodinger's adolescent #schrodinger's adolescent 2.0 #swaggerbishie #dandash #teddyghost #enemies to lovers

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - The Law Of The Ghostly Land

For: @datawyrms @ghostlyhabato @conceiteddemon @sapphireswimming @ectopal

Surprise surprise, ghosts aren’t these lawless things. As one class is about the learn. (And maybe the rest of the world would learn too, if the human government wasn’t too busy sucking)

Chap. 1: Tell Him To Tell Him To Tell Him

Mr. Trent walks up to Mr. Lancer, “so I know you managed to get Phantom to come in as a guest speaker. How’d you manage that?”, and sits down in one of the available chairs.

Mr. Lancer sighs slightly to himself, “I’m the vice principal, I have my ways”, looking to the other teacher, “why?”.

Mr. Trent leans back and sips at his coffee, “I finished up with my lesson plans a bit earlier than really necessary, considering this segments on the law I figured ghost law might be something to tickle the youngsters' fancy”.

Mr. Lancer tilts his head and chuckles to himself slightly, anything ghost-related got the teen’s interests, “you’re not wrong. I’ll see what I can do”. Mr. Tent gets up and pats him on the shoulder, “thanks man. Sometimes I think making a ghost-specific course would be a good idea, you know?”.

Mr. Lancer tilts his head and hums noncommittally, the idea for a ghost course had been thrown around a few times. Not just within school meetings, but town meetings and talks with the mayor. Muttering to himself as Mr. Tent leaves and the door closes, “maybe someday”. Having Phantom in for talks was a good way to build up to that though. It might not be the best option for preparing and protecting the students but it was something.

Phantom seemed to have no problem doing it anyway. And Danny didn’t seem to either, even if Lancer has some serious mental questions about Danny’s relation to Phantom and his ability to contact the ghostly teen.

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Mr. Lancer startles his class a bit by actually pausing in his lecture when Danny enters (late as he often is). None of the teachers really even bothered so much as missing a beat in teaching, simply glaring at or handing Danny a detention slip whenever he came in; not that they actually expected Danny to actually show up for said detention, but they had to maintain the pretence that they were punishing him. So Mr. Lancer pausing his lesson and actually acknowledging Danny verbally was a bit weird, “Daniel, you’re late. Can I have a word with you? Right now preferably”.

Pretty well the entire class -and Danny, if his facial expression is anything to go by- are thinking this is it. This is when the weirdest kid in school, who’s a bit of a delinquent, gets kicked out. When the school finally has had enough and just washes their hands of him. A couple of teens even muttering, “well shit”, and “poor Danny”, as he and Daniel walk outside the door.

Mr. Lancer only lets Danny wallow in foreboding for a few seconds before speaking up, “you’re not in trouble, Daniel. Not any more than usual anyway”, continuing as Danny visibly relaxes, “a college approached me rather recently inquiring if Phantom would be able and interested in teaching a class on ghost law. Considering you are the only viable and safe way to really contact him, I figured asking you would be the best course of action”.

Danny blinks a few times before tilting his head and humming a little. Arguably, right, humans knowing some aspects of ghost law would be beneficial, considering some actually applied to humans. But it was complicated, he didn’t fully grasp it yet, and it didn’t function like human law. Not to mention the fact that human law officially didn’t think ghosts had laws or rights, and thus weren’t affected by human law; aka the human government basically classed ghosts as entirely lawless. Letting humanity, or just a class worth of humans, know otherwise might be a good thing; especially when, again, some of it affected them which they would probably already know if their government hadn’t decided it wasn’t possible already. Course he couldn’t just talk about the shit that might possibly affect humans or would be helpful for humans to know, that would be kinda suspicious. So would this be a good idea? Maybe. Probably not actually. But doing things that aren’t really the best idea is kinda his thing. Shrugging a little, “I can’t say if he’ll be down to talk about that, but my folks definitely don’t know anything about Ghost Zone law. Like, at all. Ditto with the G.I.W.. Is there a specific reason for the class? I’ll still ask him regardless though”.

Mr. Lancer smiles a little, “good, and I can’t claim to be surprised. Something tells me that even if your parents knew ghost law was a thing they wouldn’t care. And it’s purely because Mr. Trent ran out of teaching material early”, smirking a little at Danny, “Casperhigh can’t just have a teacher teach nothing for a class, now can it”. Danny chuckles and smirks a little right back before nodding and the two head back into the classroom. Danny quickly making his way to his seat and pointedly ignoring the worried and pitying glances being sent his way.  

Mr. Lancer, not wanting the class to be distracted, addresses their likely assumptions, “while Mr. Fenton has certainly violated much of school policy, he is not being removed from classes. There was simply a matter we needed to discuss and I couldn’t be sure he’d actually still be here by the end of class to talk about it then”. Multiple people laugh, including Danny (who predictably leaves class not even half an hour later to never return).

---

Tucker elbows Danny as they sit down with their lunch trays, “so I hear Lancer gave you a talking to”, and wiggles his eyebrows comically.

Danny snorts, “I think I’ll be able to claim ‘Phantom’s teaching liaison’ or maybe ‘ghost liaison’ as an official title soon here. Trent asked Lancer who asked me to ask Phantom if he’d be up for teaching a class on ghost law”.

Sam shakes her head as she fiddles with what’s passing as ‘salad’, “Phantom should demand to be on payroll”. Tucker blinks before looking excited and nodding rapidly at Danny with a full mouth.

Danny rubs his neck and shrugs a bit awkwardly, “and what? Demand to be paid upfront like this is some kind of hit? Have teach come with a briefcase of cash as compensation for assassinating boredom? Maybe have Fan take his shares as the middleman?”.

Tucker swallows and laughs, “dude, technically this is illegal. Pan’s not a certified teacher and is wanted internationally by the US government. Ancients, the school can’t even officially release the location or date beforehand because someone might try to actually assassinate Pan. This absolutely is an information drug trade. It’s also between two dimensions where one basically has destroy on sight orders for the other”, Tucker tilts his head and laughs a bit more, “the three of us are basically running an informational black market. Providing the spookies with weapons info and general intel, and the mortals with cultural intel”.

Sam hums, “ghost information black market. Illegal, shady, dangerous, oddly ominous-sounding, and gives the finger to the government; I approve”.

Sam leans forward and whispers suspiciously, “and it is your job to broker alliances and truces right under the noses of the higher-ups. Gradually turn the people against the white suits and start political unrest towards the anti-ecto acts”.

Tucker smirks, “face it Danny. You’re a political crime lord, a knowledge broker”.

Danny shrugs, “eh, liaison’s less wordy”.

Sam smirks, “and makes it sound less illegal. The white suits absolutely would try you for treason”, pointing at Danny, “and ghosts are horrible gossips, not to mention Pan’s got CW in his back pocket. Pan’s got an army of informants basically. So if someone needs to know something, you’re ‘the guy’”.

Danny huffs, “Pan’s King. Knowing’s the job”.

Sam rolls her eyes as she finishes up her ‘food’, “human leaders usually don’t know shit, Danny. Even when they do know, it’s limited and just their own country. Pan has access to everything”.

Tucker smirks as they get up, “not to mention how much information comes from living with the enemy. Straight up espionage”, elbowing Danny, “anyway, I say do it. Keep these mortal fools from accidentally breaking ghost law or some shit”.

Sam nods with a conspiratory smirk, “an informed public, is a dangerous public”.

Danny huffs, well aware he arguably knows too much and pretty well is the be all end all of both government and law in the Ghost Realm. Not to mention what he is officially doesn’t exist. Snorting and muttering mostly to himself, “Ancients, I’m the men in black trope”. Both his friends smirk at him before they go their separate ways.

---

Danny, feeling a bit like a little bastard, decided to just quietly sip coffee (in Phantom form) in Mr. Trent’s living room and just wait for the guy to turn around from the stove and notice him. From the smell of it, the teach was making some seriously chocolaty brownies.

This, to Danny’s barely hidden amusement, results in Mr. Trent practically throwing the pan of brownies at the ceiling and shrieking when he notices the ghost. Danny chuckles, “spooked ya, huh?”, shrugging and sipping his coffee, “you’d think with ghosts tendency to just pop up outta nowhere, people would be less startled by us doing just that”.

Mr. Trent collects himself and walks over, offering a brownie -which Danny promptly takes- as he responds, “how’d you know where I live”, shaking his head, “I’ll take it you’re up for playing teacher again?”.

Danny smirks and speaks nonchalantly without looking to the guy, “I know where everyone lives”, before looking up at him from his spot on the couch, “why not. Can’t follow laws if you don’t know ‘em. And this might avoid some human doing something bad and winding up in ghost jail or, like, starting a war”.

Mr. Trent blinks, “ghost law applies to humans?”. He looks both concerned and a bit befuddled.

Danny shrugs and downs the rest of his coffee before floating up, “some yeah. Ghost hunters of the past have just been incompetent enough to not stumble on something they shouldn’t. Mortals are getting better, and your government accidentally instigating a war or a hunter getting arrested by the Observants, would probably not help relations between the races”.

Mr. Trent coughs, “yeah, why don’t we already know these laws? And maybe it would be best to have the police chief sit in on class then”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “most hunters don’t think ghosts are intelligent enough for any kind of government, nonetheless laws. Ditto for the G.I.W. except they’re actually worse. We wouldn’t be believed or taken seriously if we did try telling y’all. Plus, ignorance of the law is no excuse. If you’re gonna deal with ghosts or go to our world, just like going to another country, trying to learn about our laws is kinda your responsibility”, muttering to himself, “which the government is really crapping the bed on”.

Mr. Trent nods, “so we need to take the initiative”.

“Sure. Let’s go with that”, really, with the laws that did apply to humans it really didn’t matter if they knew or not. Some might break them purely because they did know and humans would be punished regardless of whether they knew the law or not. Shrugging again, “so, when’s this class?”.

“It’s the first after lunch. Room A two”. Mr. Trent sort of just stands there and stares at the thin air for a beat after Phantom said, “cool”, and flew through the ceiling. Something tells him this was going to be a far less relaxing and straightforward of a class than he’d hoped.

Chap. 2:  It’s Complicated

Multiple students are more than a little worried and weirded out by Mr. Hawthorn, the police chief, just... sitting in the back of their class a few days later. Most not sure if Mr. Trent not being surprised by this made them less or more uncomfortable. Mr. Trent was, after all, one of the most likely teachers to maybe do something illegal.

Mr. Trent, having heard about the ‘sudden appearance’ stunt Phantom had pulled on Lancer, doesn’t bother waiting around for the ghostly hero to show up. Instead sitting down and nodding his head in the direction of the chief of police as he speaks to the class, “I’m sure you’re all wondering why Mr. Hawthorn is here, there’s no trouble or anything, he’s just here to sit in on class today due to our guest speaker and the subject they’re going to be talking about”.  Pointing at the whiteboard for any who hadn’t already looked and read the ‘GHOST ZONE LAW’ written in green marker on it. Unsurprised that the class quickly goes from looking tired and uncomfortable, to excited chatter.

“Holy crap, it’s gotta be Phantom!”.

“Hell yeah!”.

“See! Proof Phantom’s a ghost cop!”.

“Isn’t he their king though?”.

“Pah! That’s just a rumour”.

“I knew wearing my good bra today was a good idea”.

“He has a crown”.

Mr. Trent motions for everyone to quiet down, personally he wasn’t sure if he believed the ‘ghost king’ thing. But it was reasonably feasible, and technically leaders have some role in the law, so asking wouldn’t be unreasonable. Not that he particularly needed any kind of reason to ask about his curiosities.

No one has to wait for very long as Phantom floats in through the window, wrapping up his injured and bleeding arm, ectoplasm trailing down the limb a bit, while glancing at the clock, “eh, only kinda late”, before glancing to the class and deciding to just start speaking while waving his hand that’s attached to his good arm dismissively at his damaged one, “yes I was just in a fight, and yes I'm bleeding, ignore that. So I figured I’d start this out with storytime, and tell y’all about the first time I went to ghost jail, caused a riot, and blew the place up”.

Mr. Hawthorn raises both eyebrows a bit disbelievingly, while the entire class goes dead silent.

Danny looks around, “no questions, cool. Alright, so there is absolutely a cop corruption issue in certain parts of the Zone. The Barrens Walking Prison, ran by Walker, that floats around the Barren Lands will arrest you for near anything. It’s also one of few prisons that are human proof, meaning humans could be locked up there”, Danny decides to preempt any possible worries over that, “no regular old humans ever have been though”.

Nathan puts up a hand so Phantom nods at him, “can humans even be charged with ghost crimes?”.

Most of the class frowns when Phantom nods, “yes. Just like if you go to another country, you can be charged if you break the laws of that other country. But only a few ghost laws actually can apply to humans. Very few actually. The Ghost Zone is very lax on laws”, shrugging, “there’s not really a lot and the only ones humans can break are the really serious ones. Like committing mass ghost genocide or attempting to annihilate the Zone”.

Multiple people nod and mutter that that seems pretty fucking reasonable, all things considered.

Danny floats over to the whiteboard and writes down ‘walking prisons’ and ‘standing prisons’ in green. “Here in the Mortal Realm prisons are all generally regulated and controlled by the government. While the Zone’s prison system is a dual system”, pointing at ‘walking prisons’, “Walking prisons move around, finding them can be a bit of a hassle and makes planning a prison break a lot harder. But Walking prisons are not controlled by any kind of rules or government. Their wardens are free to run the place however they like. Even make their own laws”, shaking his head and chuckling, “this is how I got a two thousand year sentence for carrying a present. ‘Cause Walker decided that it was illegal to have possession of Mortal Realm objects”.

Mr. Hawthorn looks a bit baffled, “so there are different laws based on what prison a cop works for or with? That doesn’t seem like a very good idea”.

Phantom nods, “oh it’s not. Also means you can pretty much ignore all laws made or enforced by Walking prisons. Which is exactly what happens. Usually, only weaker ghosts will actually attempt complying with the rules of Walking prisons, since breaking out or beating up the cops isn’t something they can easily do. People breaking themselves out of Walking prisons happens more often than people going into them. Most of the ghosts you see causing issues here in Amity wind up in Walker’s prison at least once every few months”. He’s honestly kinda surprised Walker hasn’t tried to, like, hire him as a cop or something… before he became king anyway. His Phantom ass was better at ‘catching criminals’ than any of Walker’s goons.

Mr. Trent puts his hand up because he just has to ask, “why even have them then? Sounds like they encourage lawlessness rather than following it”.

Danny had once thought -and asked- the same. “Well Walking prisons are actually lairs formed by ghosts with law-based Obsessions. Running prisons, locking people up, punishing lawbreakers, etcetera. Forcing them to not run their prisons or permanently destroying said prison would violate their Obsession, which is something that’s actually against Zone law”, shrugging, “so instead the government of sorts takes advantage of the Walking prisons by sending repeat offenders and minor offenders their way”. Frowning then, “the only real problem with them is that they can also punish their inmates however they want. So torture can be kinda common”. Walker specifically kinda concerned him with just how torture happy he was. Like, it was legit fucked up actually.

The entire class looks instantly appalled. While Phantom chooses to just move on, pointing to ‘standing prisons’, “Standing prisons are the official and regulated prisons. Easy to find and usually attached to a trial house. If you get locked up in a Standing prison, you’re almost definitely not getting out before your time’s up. There has been the odd jailbreak but that’s usually been extremely heavily planned. The Eyes Of Ovi Coliseum is the most well-known Standing prison and trail house. That one’s run by the Observants themselves and only deals with the worst of the worst. There’s only been one escapee from there ever”. Fuck you Vlad.

Kwan jerks up his hand, “Observants are the ones you said are, like, the ghost government right? Outside of royalty and stuff”.

Phantom nods, “yup. If you messed up bad enough to get sentenced by them, you’re either never getting out of the Eyes Of Ovi or you’re going to be given the ghost version of a death sentence”.

“Holy Shit”.

Phantom nods, “and only the High Ghost King can actually overrule any of their decisions. Them being absolutely objective by default is the only thing that keeps them from not being rather corrupt and dangerous. Because of their future sight they can see if a ghost is going to violate one of the serious laws in the future and they absolutely will have said ghost assassinated before they even consider breaking whatever law”.

Mr. Hawthorn gapes ever so slightly, “so they’re sentence to death, or destruction, before even committing the crime?”. Shaking his head almost aggressively when Phantom nods, “that is absolutely corrupt”.

Phantom tilts his hand around in the air, “well the ghost absolutely is going to commit said crime and the only time a ghost gets assassinated this way is if they were going to successfully annihilate the Zone or universe as a whole. Punishing them after the fact wouldn’t even be possible”, shrugging a little, “not to mention kinda pointless”. They went after Dan the way that they did for a reason after all.

“I’ll say it again, holy shit”.

Mr. Hawthorn frowns but nods slightly, “that is a pretty fair point”.

Phantom nods, “yeah. Before there was a new High Ghost King the Observants punished at their own discression. But now, since the current High Ghost King isn't a tyrannical madman, the High Ghost King has to be present at every serious trial held at the Eyes Of Ovi Collesium and approve any assassinations. The High Ghost King is the absolute of ghost law and the highest on the ladder”. And he tried to not let that inflate his ego too much.

Todd points at Phantom and just blurts out, “so you”.

Phantom nods and shrugs a little, “and me and the Observants definitely don’t like each other. So they’d have to have some major stuff for me to agree to even consider anything close to resembling an assassination”. He’s gonna leave out that they tried to have him assassinated once; at least for now anyway.

Mr. Trent nods absently, so he really was the king of all ghosts. Well damn.

Phantom claps his hands, “well, now seems good as any to move on to the actual laws”. Erasing the board and writing down ‘common law’, ‘exterial law’, ‘inherent law’, and ‘high law’. “Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but ghost law is complex. There are the four superior overarching sections. Each with their own primary overarching sections inside. With secondary overarching sections inside that. And then the actual overarching laws, with the subcategories and specifications inside that”; is he making a point to sound exacerbated? YES. Because it was exhausting.

Star sticks up her hand, “why is it so complicated. Isn’t that just confusing?”.

Phantom chuckles, that was an understatement if he’s ever heard one, “welcome to why most ghosts only know the inherent and high law. But there is a reason, the Zone is made up from dead, born, and created ghosts from all over the universe and spanning every single species that’s ever existed. Yes aliens are real, don’t freak, that really shouldn’t be surprising at this point. Same with some ghosts being spiritual entities or created from other ghosts ectoplasmic energy, rather than dead folks”. A few looked freaked anyways but that’s not really Danny’s problem now is it. “The population of Earth isn’t even close to a hundred millionth the size of the Zone. That’s a lot of different species, cultures, and eras. Each with their own localised law and subsections of that. Which-”, Phantom sighs dramatically and rubs his temple for added effect, “-as High Ghost King I have to know all of”. Most of the class snickers at his misfortune and annoyance. While Phantom rolls his eyes and gestures to the writing on the whiteboard, “these four groups here are law groups that apply to the entirety of the Zone and all ghosts. We can go into the Earth dead ones specifically if you want, but that’s not much different from what living human law is”.

Mr. Trent immediately waves Phantom off, “I think we can afford to not go into that”. He’s pretty sure he hears Phantom mutter, ‘oh thank Ancients for that’ while giving a thumbs up.

Phantom slaps the board under ‘common law’, “these are all the simpler laws, the easier and more commonly broken laws”, Phantom smirks, “hence being called ‘common law’. They’re also the ones with the weakest punishments, and don’t apply to humans. The two primary overarching terms for this are Minora Law and Majora Law. Blowing up another ghosts lair for no reason would be against Minora Law, now blowing up a ghost for no reason would be against Majora Law. Unless you permanently destroyed them or the lair anyway”.

Jesse, one of the school nerds, “so petty crime then? Though blowing a home or person up isn’t really considered petty on earth”.

Phantom nods, “but your homes and bodies don’t reform good as new like ours do. So it’s very different. Most violations of Minora Law and Majora Law aren’t even officially punished at all. The offender and offended will just beat each other up or return tit for tat. Eye for an eye is extremely common and accepted as a form of law. And friendly fire has a different meaning in the Zone. With ghosts who are friends or sorta friends, blowing each other up is to ghosts what going dancing at a club is to humans”.

Mr. Hawthorn leans forward in his chair, “so if some ghost stole from another, they could just... steal right back and that wouldn’t be illegal?”.

“Most likely yes”, Phantom shrugs, “so long as whatever’s stolen isn’t, like, some important artefact or vital to the ghosts Obsession. This is the same reason you’ve never really seen some ghost cop come here to arrest some other ghost for attacking me. By ghost society standards I’m expected to fight back. However-”, Phantom points at ‘exterial law’, “-coming here, to the Mortal Realm and destroying things or attacking random mortals is against one section of Exterial law. Exterial law consists of the Oaths and the Seals. Violating one of the Oaths is like breaking an important binding contract or committing serious forgery. Violating the Seals is like violating national treaties or committing treason. Coming to the Mortal Realm and killing or seriously harming non-aggressor mortals is a violation of the Seals. By that same notion, a mortal coming to the Ghost Realm and destroying or harming non-aggressor ghosts is violating the Seals. Most of the universe is aware of this, Earth not so much ‘cause your government sucks”.

Kwan tilts his head and sticks up his hand, speaking when Phantom points to him, “so is that why ghosts don’t really maul anyone? Except ghost hunters anyway”.

Phantom nods with a grin, “exactly. The Seals can also be used to grant safe travel and protection into the Ghost Realm or Mortal Realm. But they’re very particular. For example, if you got one of the Fault Line Seals called Rise And Break, then it would be illegal for any Walking prison warden to arrest you or lock you up so long as you’re travelling with a ghost. And if they arrested or locked you up anyway, you’d get to destroy their prison and they’d be your indentured slave for a year”. Is he telling them this just so someone may one day use this to fuck with Walker? Yes, yes he absolutely is. His smirk is probably giving that away too.

This gets a laugh out of most of the class. With Lex muttering, “I could totally use a ghost slave”.

Phantom chuckles, “couldn’t we all”, pointing over his shoulder at the board, “anyway, the Seals apply across the borders of life and death, Oaths do not. That’s the biggest difference between them. Both involve either paperwork or verbal agreements. Minor Seals and Oaths have time limits or are one-time use. Major Seals and Oaths are permanent and more serious”.

Mr. Hawthorn raises an eyebrow, “is there only paperwork in the Oaths and the Seals?”. Glaring with both jealousy and annoyance when Phantom nods, the cop mumbling, “lucky bastards”, only loud enough for Phantom to pick up due to his heightened ghostly hearing.

Phantom smirks, “our paperwork is a fair bit different though. Using the Rise And Break Fault Line Seal example again, the paperwork for that one you have to physically eat and it has to be made out of non-digestible paper, at the end of the trip you have to remove it; your choice how. The paperwork for the Levian Whistling Silence Oath, you have to fold it into a dagger and stab yourself in the eye with”, smirking at everyone's faces, “yeah it’s weird”.

Mr. Hawthorn grimaces, “alright, point to you. I wouldn’t want paperwork like that”. While multiple people mouth ‘what the fuck’.

Phantom smirks and smacks a hand on ‘inherent law’, “now this is where stuff gets tricky and serious. The two primary overarching sections here are Commons Of The Deathless Unfades and The Law Of Ages. The Commons Of The Deathless Unfades are laws that only govern very very specific beings and interactions with them. Each being will have their own corresponding secondary overarching terms and overarching laws inside that, that are unique to them. And that’s on top of the regular secondary overarching sections and those overarching laws”, sighing exasperatedly, “so the very bare-bones basic of this is that there are ghosts who can not be destroyed, they will basically always exist no matter what; they’re called Unfades. And there are also Mortals who can not die, those are the Deathless. Legitimate immortals”. Phantom decides pausing would probably be a good idea, let people sit with the whole ‘immortals are real’ thing. Course there was also the Deathless Unfades a.k.a Undead like him, but that was not something he could/should talk about.

Everyone just sort of stares at Phantom for a while before Star breathes out and says, “so immortality... is real”, it’s supposed to be a question but it sounds more like a statement of disbelief.

Phantom nods softly, “yeah it is. The Deathless are exceptionally rare though, and it can be made possible to destroy one but that requires altering reality or undoing their birth or one very specific weapon. Unfades are more common, though most of them have been around since the beginning of existence or close to it. The Observants are Unfades, so is Undergrowth and Vortex. Unfades are usually ghosts who are needed, are too important to do without. Without Undergrowth no more plants would grow, without Vortex the weather would become unchanging, etcetera. Practically every single one was also straight-up never alive to begin with; created ghosts rather than dead ghosts. Again, spiritual entities”.

The class blinks at him, a couple muttering ‘well damn’ or ‘yeah, that’s bad’.

Phantom nods after a beat, “so to wrap up the Commons Of The Deathless Unfades, there’s two primary overarching terms, Bounds and Unbounds. Unbounds are dangerous and prone to complete insanity, Vortex is an Unbound and is locked away in the Eyes Of Ovi Coliseum for causing the ice age. There’s an Unbound Deathless that’s locked in a permanent coma for eating entire planets. They’re bad news. Unbound basically means free from any restrictions. Bounds, on the other hand, have restrictions. Some, like the Observants, can not do harm. Some can not age. Some can not leave a specific place. And so on”, deciding to lighten the mood, “I know there’s one Deathless who is Bound to always be drunk and can’t consume anything that doesn’t have at least some alcohol in it”. Successfully getting a little bit of chuckling, with Mr. Hawthorn snorting in amusement rather loudly.

“Now, for the Law Of Ages, these laws are weird and the only thing most of them have in common is having very harsh punishments. These are the Laws the Observants will get all assassination happy over or give out eternal sentences for. The Law Of Ages covers everything from attempting to destroy the universe or successfully doing it in the future, to forcing ghosts to go against their Obsession, to creating artificial ghosts. The biggest primary overarching Law section in the Law Of Ages is The Cardinals. The Cardinals aren’t so much laws, as crimes against the nature of ghosts themselves. And is broken down into three secondary overarching sections; White Cardinals, Gray Cardinals, and Black Cardinals. Forcing a ghost to go against their Obsession is a violation of the Gray Obsessive Cardinal. Destroying a ghost using their Obsession would violate the Black Obsessive Cardinal. Forcing a ghost to talking about their death against their will would violate the White Recessive Cardinal. Reversing a ghosts death violates the Black Recessive Cardinal-”.

Kwan interjects, “you can reverse death”.

Phantom smirks and nods, “yup”, before rubbing his neck, “technically I’ve broken that Cardinal myself actually”, shrugging, “but there was extenuating circumstances”. Readjusting to be floating cross-legged in the air, “anyway, the worst Cardinals to break are the Heart Cardinals. Tearing out a ghosts Core and consuming it into your being would violate the Gray Heart Cardinal. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s close enough”. He’d question the sanity of anyone who tried to do that though.

Jesse shoots his hand up, “so a human could get a ghost Core by breaking this? Humans can have Cores???”.

Phantom squints at him for a bit, a full human absolutely could not but if he said that and someone discovered Danny Fenton had a ghost Core. Well... that would be a problem. “Consuming a ghost Core in a specific way will make it fuse with you, regardless of your deadness; but don’t do that, that is not a good or pleasant idea. Even if you just consumed an artificially created Core that wasn’t part of any ghost. That would absolutely break one of, if not two of, The Lithees, which is another primary overarching section within the Law Of Ages. So like, please don’t?”.

Mr. Trent waves the ghost off, “we’re here to learn the law, not break it”.

Phantom tilts his head, “I think it was Picasso who said ‘learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist’. I know a few folks who exist by that”, chuckling, “with Walking prisons that’s the universal go to actually, but makes sense really. Stupid, pointless laws are downright criminal”. Phantom smirks as a few people glare or groan at him.

Phantom lets the joke simmer for a bit before slapping his hand on the board again, under ‘high law’, “these guys are like background white noise, always there or sometimes there. But when they are there, they’re impossible to ignore and can be rather oppressive. Like how once you pick up on an annoying beeping, you can’t stop noticing it till it goes away or if you’re distracted enough. And if you break them it’s like someone cranked the white noise up to eleven, shoved it in an air horn, and blew it in your ear. You will know you messed up immediately and the white noise will either drive you mad or destroy you outright”.

Jasper wheezes, “bloody Zone, I know that’s ominous as Hell but it’s also kinda funny”.

Star nods, “makes me think of a really loud static tv trying to drown someone with sound”, running a hand through her hair, “which actually sounds like a horrible way to go”.

Phantom points at her, looking just a little too excited, “exactly actually!”, pointing back at the board, “it’s horrible and that’s why no one generally breaks them. Unless they are a sneaky son of a corpse and find workarounds or tricks”, all a halfa would have to do is stick to their human form and stay the Hell out of the Zone. Pointing back to the board, “there’s two primary overarching sections here. The ViralHelms is one, if you break that you will literally be stalked by static white noise that gets louder and louder; until it gets so loud that it’s absolute agony and you’ll start begging to be destroyed. And that’s before the one punishing you starts stalking after you”.

Mr. Trent coughs and goes a bit bug eyed, not bothering to reprimand a few students for near shouting, “what the fuck”.

Phantom nods, “yeah it’s bad. But there’s really only three ways to break the ViralHelms. Fuse part of or all of the Zone’s very essence to your own being, bury a ghost corrupted by the Moxo Wasp parasite in the soil of the Defted Plains, or create a being of Null or a False Null”.

Phantom points at Jesse when he sticks up his hand, “so I’m guessing the Observants or you would punish anyone who broke those?”.

Phantom rapidly shakes his head, “oh Zone no. If you break The ViralHelms the Observants will actively avoid you. Ancients, I probably will. See ViralHelms isn’t just the name of the law but also of the, err, beings who punish those that break it. The ViralHelms as creatures are manifestations of concepts, they’re not alive or dead really. They just sort of... exist. Their awareness is completely omnipresent, but they basically just stay in a state of hibernation unless a ViralHelm Law is broken or you go up and talk to them. Don’t do that”, shifting to be a bit more comfortable in the air and crossing his legs again, “once a ViralHelm is awakened they’ll basically slowly stalk the ViralHelm breaker relentlessly until they punish them. If anyone gets in the way or seems like they are, the stalking ViralHelm will destroy them without mercy. Someone who violates the ViralHelms will get mass avoided, because nobody wants to be caught in the crossfires of a stalking ViralHelm”.

“Holy Shit”.

Todd rolls his eyes but speaks filled with sarcasm, “well, that’s not horrifying at all”. While Kwan sticks up a slightly shaky hand and asks, “has anyone ever actually broken these things?”.

Phantom nods immediately, no point lying really, “it’s happened twice. Once by a mortal alchemist who was a Deathless, they fused a bit of the Zone’s essence into themselves in an attempt at the philosophers stone. And once by a ghost who accidentally made a False Null while attempting to make a plague to wipe out a Mortal Realm planet. Wanna know what happened to them?”, his smile is absolutely a little mean.

Phantom chuckles at most of the class nodding. Mr. Hawthorn leans forward, “you haven’t touched much on punishments, so examples would be nice”.

Phantom nods, “true. So the mortal alchemist was sentenced by Aaron of the ViralHelms to be repeatedly eaten alive by lizards every day for a hundred days and nights, then turned into a new kind of rust fungus that only grows where there’s ash. As for the genocidal ghost, Aldegund of the ViralHelms punished them by making them an unfade and trapping them inside the body of the False Null they made, and changed their ectoplasm to be sharp and needle-like instead of a gaseous liquid. Just imagine your blood had hundreds of tiny needles that are constantly moving in it, that’s basically what the punishment was”.

Mr. Hemlock blinks, “so torture. Breaking these laws results in being tortured”, sitting up a bit, “not fined or jail time. That is, that’s incredibly cruel and, if I’m honest, unjust. Punishing someone like that is a crime here with good reason”.

Phantom rubs his neck, “it’s extreme yeah, no ghost would say unjust though. Plus humans don’t even have laws for what the ViralHelms covers, and technically the ViralHelms is more part of the universe's laws than the ghost Zone laws. But all ghosts are aware of them, mortals not so much. So ghosts include it in our official law system. The High Laws, are laws that basically transcend the Zone entirely. Things that apply to the whole universe”.

Mr. Trent is slightly regretting asking for this, “how are people, are we, supposed to follow laws no one alive knows about?!”.

Phantom’s not about to deny that’s a pretty decent point, but, “and that’s your own government's fault, humans don’t know because humans have decided we don’t have any kind of rights or laws, most of the rest of the universes mortals are very much fully aware”, sighing a little, “but I mean, good luck actually breaking a ViralHelm law. Plus there are multiple ghosts that will pick up if you’re getting even kinda close to even being able to possibly break a ViralHelm; and they will absolutely show up and tell you to stop. So it’s not like you won’t have warning. If someone comes up and tells you that you are going to break some serious laws and you just... keep doing it. That’s kinda on you”.

A couple of people nod, though it’s a bit stiff and with most frowning a little.

Phantom rubs his neck, “do you want me to go over the three ViralHelms laws?”.

Mr. Hawthorn instantly nods, not even giving anyone the chance to say no, “yes. If these laws are so serious and apply to us, then we absolutely should know them. Regardless of what the government thinks of their existence”.

Phantom nods, “understandable”, listing off on his fingers, “Fusing part of or all of the Zone’s essence to your own breaks the Essial Helm. Burying a corrupted ghost in the Defted Lands breaks the Defial Helm. And creating a Null breaks the Nemial Helm”. Phantom writes the three on the board, pointing at ‘essial helm’, “if you fuse part of or all of the Zone’s essence to yourself, you basically become able to control life and death itself. All mortals and all ghosts. This is why the ViralHelms punish this, since they are neither mortal nor ghost; they aren’t part of life or death”, poking the words on the board again, “with being fused to the Zone’s essence, you could annihilate the universe with a blink and rebuild it to your own design. You basically become god. Also drive you completely insane though”.

Everyone’s gapping but Star says, “so it’s an anti-godhood law?”.

Phantom tilts his hand in the air, “oversimplification, but pretty much yeah”. Pointing at ‘defial helm’, “the Defted Plains are in the Zone, so a mortal would have to actually get there first to even attempt breaking this one. And you’d also have to get your hands on a corrupted ghost, without destroying said corrupted ghost, to break this law. If a weaker ghost even got close to a corrupted, they’d get corrupted themselves or just get destroyed by the corrupted ghost. A human would just get killed honestly. Even capturing one with ghost hunter gear would be difficult. Then you’d have to actually get the caught corrupted to the Defted Plains, and pretty well every ghost who spots you would attack you. And then the soil of the Defted Plains is unique, I don’t even know how to dig up the soil there. So good luck with that”.

Todd grumbles, “if it’s so hard why would anyone even want to do this”.

Phantom frowns, there was so many reasons most he couldn’t really talk about. Especially most of the ones humans could do, “the Defted Plains are sacred to ghosts, pretty needed for the Zone’s health too. The first thing that those who hate ghosts would want to harm is the important and sacred stuff. Doesn’t get more sacred than the Defted Plains. Burying a corrupted ghost there would basically poison the whole place, amongst a whole bunch of other nasty things that would be bad for both the Ghost Realm and Mortal Realm. Rather not give certain people ideas though”.

Everyone nods, fully aware of how hateful and blind a lot of ghost hunters could be. Kwan sticks up his hand, “so anti-sacrilege. Very very specific anti-sacrilege”.

Phantom nods then points at ‘nemial helm’, “making a Null or False Null is honestly just really stupid to do. Null’s are basically sentient plagues or white holes. White holes are the opposite of black holes, in that light and stuff can radiate out of them but nothing can go in. So Null’s can affect things but things can’t affect them. Could also describe them as kinda like the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Null beings are also referred to as anti-death and unlife. They’re made of dark energy, the more of which exists the faster the universe grows. So the more space they take up the more spacey space becomes”, everyone just groans at his slightly stupid grin as he continues, “they kinda just look like vanta black but the air around them will look void of colour and staticky; they could be shaped humanoid or something else entirely”.

Todd doesn’t even bother with sarcasm this time, “okay yeah, that’s horrifying”. While someone else mutters about how this is turning into science class. Mr. Trent honestly doesn’t mind that, since he taught physics as well.

Phantom shrugs, “why making Null’s is so bad kinda requires explaining what the Zone they are. Anyway, there’s four kinds of Null; Nettle’s, Hemlock’s, Grove’s, and Forge’s. That’s also the order of least to most dangerous. Nettle’s emit something like pollen that alters the way beings think, pretty well causing insanity. Hemlock’s emit something like radiation that alters the way nature behaves. Grove’s emit something like pheromones that replicates mass and forms a hive mind with the Null. Forge’s emit corrosive fumes and oils, that decays or destabilises anything it contacts. So basically, Nettle’s destroy society, cause war. Hemlock’s destroy nature, cause famine. Grove’s destroy health, cause pestilence. Forge’s destroy existence, cause death. Like I said, four horseman”.

Nathan nods, “okay, that’s an awful lot ways to say ‘causes the apocalypse’”.

Kwan sticks his hand up, “do any of these things exist?”.

Phantom nods much to everyone’s horror, “there’s one, Nephitius, who’s a small three-eyed cat-shaped Hemlock Null. There’s been others though. Null’s aren’t immortal, eventually they leach out all the dark energy inside them and disintegrate into anti-matter”.

Mr. Trent pulls a face, that was arguably horrifying all on its own. Considering how violently matter and anti-matter interact.

Phantom readjusts in the air some, “then there’s False Null, which are basically incomplete watered-down versions of proper Null. Those Moxo Wasps are a False Grove Null. And Chomper is a False Forge Null. Null and False Null can’t be created naturally, considering how dangerous they are, kinda makes sense making them is super bad”.

Nathan tilts his head, “so kinda like how making chimeras is against nature, making Null’s is against nature”.

Phantom gives a little thumbs-up, “exactly. The ViralHelms laws are just things that are against universal nature itself. With the ViralHelms beings being just nature’s way of self defence. And well, as for the whole punishment by torture, mother nature’s a cruel fickle thing”.

Mr. Trent nods, “that she is”, glancing at the clock, “I’m guessing you can move on from the ViralHelms now?”.

Phantom nods and slaps the board again, just under ‘high law’, “the second primary overarching law of the High Laws is the Kings Decrees. This is basically where the High Ghost King comes in”.

Phantom pauses to look at Mr. Hawthorn, pretty well assuming the guys going to have something to say about that. Unsurprised when Mr. Hawthorn glares a little, leans forwards, and says, “so you can make laws that apply to the whole universe and trump pretty much every other law?”, he seems less than impressed.

Phantom rubs his neck as he nods, “that’s part of it, yes. There’s Rising Kings Decrees and Falling Kings Decrees. Rising ones are made by the High Ghost King, and can pretty much be whatever the King wants so long as it doesn’t go against other official laws. Falling ones are permanent laws that apply to the High Ghost King only. Rising Kings Decrees only exist when a High Ghost King has risen into power, and Falling Kings Decrees can make the High Ghost King fall in power”.

Todd smirks at Phantom a little meanly, “so you've got restrictions. Bet that really annoys you”.

Phantom rolls his eyes, “some can be annoying yeah, like the constant pain and power flow thing. But some Falling Kings Decrees actively protect me. Like the Artisifant Niemand Falling Kings Decree makes it illegal to destroy me. Some Falling Kings Decrees just outline what my job is, my duties. Others outline what others' duties are towards me, how I should be treated. Yada yada”, Phantom rolls his hand around in the air, “like my deathday’s an official ghost holiday. Some Falling Kings Decrees are really minor stuff. Others are like ‘in the event of a universal collapse’ or ‘cannibalistic regulations’. As for Rising Kings Decrees, there isn’t much I’ve enacted because really, what’s even needed?”, shrugging, “I made it illegal to give mortals Defted seeds. Put a few more regulations on dealing with blood blossoms. And put some restrictions on the Observants because, well, because I don’t like them. That, and I wasn’t really vibing with the whole assassinating or jailing people for future crimes without at least making sure that no matter what they were going to commit said crime”, Mr. Hawthorn smirks while Phantom continues, “only other Decree I’ve made is Halloween’s Rapine, which is to celebrate Halloween, because the fact that there wasn’t a Halloween holiday already seems almost insulting honestly. We’re ghosts! We should be celebrating the spookiest holiday”, Phantom smiles to himself, “so now every Halloween ghosts gather in groups and scare the crap out of each other”.

Multiple people laugh or snort at this and a couple groan. Of course Phantom, of all ghosts, would use kingship to make a spooky holiday.

Meanwhile, Phantom wipes off the board. Turning back around, “alright, that’s basically it for the actual laws. So anything you want to know? Pretty sure there’s enough time for a few things”.

Nathan sticks up his hand, “you mentioned trial houses earlier, so what even happens in a ghost trial?”.

Phantom nods a little, “pretty well what happens here, just a little different. We have Revelation Pools, which just look like large watery mirrors, that show the exact events that happened. So our trials don’t determine if you’re guilty.

They’re to determine motivation, punishment, and feelings. If the offended doesn’t really care, then usually the offender will get a weaker punishment or even get off scot-free. Same with if it was an accident or if the offender was tricked into committing the crime. If they’re a repeat offender, they’ll get harsher punishments. Same with if they feel no remorse. Our ‘lawyers’, called deponents, pretty much argue with the trial council for different or weaker punishment”, Phantom snaps his fingers, “oh yeah! We have trial councils, not judge and jury. Trial councils are made up of at least fifty members of the Standing prison that the trial house is connected to. While the prison warden directs the trial and does most of the talking”.

Mr. Hawthorn raises his eyebrows, “fifty? That many? Are trial houses bigger than human courts?”.

Phantom nods, “our trial houses are basically coliseums. They can fit anywhere from a hundred to ten thousand. The Eyes Of Ovi trial house is the biggest”.

Jesse tilts his head, “how the heck do so many come to an agreement on anything?”.

Phantom chuckles, “a lot of yelling and majority rule, usually. But unanimous agreements do happen sometimes, usually with more serious things. My opinion counts for more and I can overrule any decisions made if I want. Before you ask, I only sit in on ones I want to and serious ones”, chuckling a little, “I sit in on the Observants trials a lot just to piss them off and argue with them”.

Multiple people mutter about how that’s incredibly petty but probably deserved. Phantom tilts his head back a little before nodding, “oh, and the trial council debates the fate of the offender in the trial house, no going off to a jury room or whatever. The offender just has to sit there and listen to the council members yell opinions and possible punishment options at each other. Technically the offender can join in the arguing and argue for what they personally want, but they’ll probably get ignored. The offended, witnesses, family, really anyone who sits in on the trial can join in on the arguing; can try to sway things in the direction they want”.

Star squints, “why??? Isn’t that, like, a bunch of privacy violations and influencing the council members? Like, there’s a reason juries don’t just debate in the courtroom”.

Phantom smirks a little, “it’s a scare tactic. The council always starts out debating the absolute worst and harshest punishments they can think of first, purely to scare the offender into possibly not doing whatever again. The Mythos’s trial house is the worst for this. And letting the offender and their deponent watch the process and add their opinions, is considered part of a fair trial. Also, having the debating public makes everyone accountable for what they say. There have been trial outcomes that have been changed by the offended accidentally revealing motivations they were trying to hide. Can also show that an offender really is remorseful, by not objecting to or even recommending harsher but fair punishments”.

Star grumbles, “still seems unfair, and mean”. Phantom just shrugs.

Kwan jerks up his hand, “can humans sit in on any trials? Or just ones they have, like, a reason to?”.

Phantom tilts his head to the side, “I... honestly don’t know. Most trials are kinda boring unless you’re invested in the outcome. So usually no one sits in unless they’re directly involved somehow, and humans rarely if ever are. And serious trials will restrict who can sit in and only let in others if they haven’t hit max capacity yet”, Phantom gives a slightly apologetic shrug.

Mr. Hawthorn raises a hand slightly, “how’s ghost law taught and are there books on these laws?”.

“It’s not taught. If anyone, ghost or mortal, wants to know the law, they have to go research it themselves. But all ghosts are made already having a base understanding of the official laws. Especially Inherent Law and High Law. There are books, only because of ghosts whose Obsession is writing-related though”.

Mr. Hawthorn nods, that was better than nothing, “seems to be a lot of personal responsibility and lawlessness with ghosts”.

“That’s not wrong. We lived all our life surrounded by strict plentiful laws and social norms, why would we want even more of that in death? Death’s a freeing thing in a way, even from laws and regulations. So instead we exist by our own personal standards, and bend to the few outside restrictions that must be; and what we might lack the strength or will to fight against”.

Multiple people blink, likely having not expected a more deep and rather bleak response.

Mr. Hawthorn furrows his brows, “law is what keeps order. Rules keep the streets from anarchy and chaos. Doesn’t mean anyone truly wants more of them. But they’re needed. I’d wager to guess ghost society would be safer, more peaceful, better; if you were actually regulated effectively”.

Phantom tilts his head and smiles a little before shaking his head, “spoken like a human and a true cop. Regulation is kinda like a chain collar. Pull it too tight and you either choke the dog or it bites your hand off. Plus a large part of ghost society is chaos. Is lack of order. Is anarchy. Like I said, death is freedom. And that’s all anarchy is, till nature says otherwise”.

Todd points at Phantom, “or you, being king and all”.

Phantom chuckles and rest his chin in his palm, “technically I am nature. The High Ghost King is considered simply the embodiment of the will of the Zone”, looking around, “so, any other questions?”.    

Mr. Hawthorn shakes his head, clearly not agreeing, but doesn’t comment on that. Instead, “so these books, can humans read them? Barrow them?”.

“Technically, but uh, they aren’t written in mortal languages. You’d need translated ones, Ghost Writer might have some of those”, chuckling, “I’m guessing you want to read up on this?”.

Mr. Hawthorn nods, “just for the laws that apply to humans. But yes”. Figures. A couple of the nerdier teens mutter how they’d like to read them too, but he’s not about to offer to be the entire class's personal library.

Phantom nods curtly, flipping out his phone -which gets stared at a little- and makes a little note to himself to remember to grab the cop the requested reading material. Rolling his hand that isn’t preoccupied, “y’all can keep asking away, if there’s anything else. I’m listening”. Mr. Trent rolls his eyes a little at that, though technically they didn’t have time for that but who was he to stop the ghost. Plus this was likely a one-time thing; might as well get all they can out of it.

Todd blurts out, with a slight chuckle, “what’s the stupidest law?”. Which actually makes Phantom chuckle too as he responds, “well one of Walker’s laws bans feeding a ghost confetti on their wedding. He’s also got one banning wearing multicoloured shoelaces if you’re wearing only one shoe”. Todd snorts and most of the class chuckles. Kwan sticks his hand up, Phantom’s honestly not sure why the jock’s still bothering with doing that, “have you broken them?”.

That only makes Phantom chuckle more, smirking at the jock, “dude, Walker made that first one because of me. He was looking for an excuse to try arresting me again”, snickering almost meanly, “I have broken over half that guy’s rule book. Which is, like, over a million different laws”. The class just stares at him before many of them start laughing.

Star giggles with a head shake, “guess you’re a ‘hardened criminal’ in both worlds then. Since the morons in white consider you even being here illegal”.

Phantom sighs but chuckles slightly, “ah yes, the G.I.W., the pains in the butt that tried to nuke us once”. Mr. Trent chokes but sighs tiredly, somehow unsurprised.

Mr. Hawthorn blinks, “alright, that would definitely be against the... Seals, correct?”, continuing at Phantom’s nod, “yet it seems they haven’t been ‘punished’ seeing as we haven’t heard them complain or use that as proof of ghosts being evil and vengeful”.

Phantom sighs tiredly himself, those idiots hadn’t been punished, beyond the bomb blowing up in their faces, and he’s not sure whether to be happy or not about that. “They haven’t been”. He absolutely does feel happy when the class scowls, seemingly offended that the morons hadn’t been punished. “As for why they haven’t been. Simple, the ‘offence’ happened here, in Amity. In my home. And it happened after I gained claim to the High Throne”, sighing yet again, “meaning it’s my problem”, readjusting in the air some, “basically, so long as whoever doesn’t break High Law, anyone who breaks any human-punishable ghost law in Amity can only be ‘punished’ by me and me alone”, shrugging, “or one of my Knights. Or other humans, I guess”. Which was probably for the best, otherwise that whole nuking thing would have probably evolved into a full-on war. Because the idiots in white would refuse to acknowledge the law they broke and would also refuse to be punished for it and would fight back; escalating the whole issue.

Jesse asks a surprisingly stupid question, “why?”. Phantom stares at him disbelievingly for a bit, “uh, king? The whole I trump everything, thing”, rubbing his neck some, “Amity’s my home, my lair, so everyone in it is kinda considered my subjects; and the town my jurisdiction. Kinda like how all ghosts are my subjects and the Zone’s my jurisdiction. Amity’s just considered more mine”, and shrugs.

Kwan mutters to himself, “we’re ghost subjects. Huh, cool”. Phantom’s ignoring that.

Mr. Hawthorn leans forward, “so does that mean that technically none of these laws genuinely apply to Amity Parker’s? So long as we’re in Amity Park?”. Phantom wiggles his hand in the air, “eh, more or less, yeah. But that doesn’t mean the Observants won’t try to pressure for punishments or prolong a meeting for hours to punish me for not punishing y’all if you do something stupid bad. So, like, don’t; unless you want to at the very least put up with one very annoyed Phantom”.

Mr. Trent quirks an eyebrow, “would you actually punish us though? And if so, why’d you do nothing with the G.I.W.?”. Phantom snorts, “I don’t really feel like effectively starting war with the American government. Like I’ve said, as far as they’re concerned, we, ghosts, don’t have the right to be ‘offended’ or even have our own laws. Besides, I stopped their whole nuking attempt personally and made it blow up in their own faces. Literally. I’m not gonna do much to those idiots until they actually manage to hurt someone”, smirking, “besides, me being a guest speaker undermines and damages them anyway”.

One of the girls in the back mumbles, “huh, guess he’s got a point”. But Valerie kicks in the door before anyone has a chance to genuinely comment on that, with Mr. Hawthorn reflexively reaching for his gun before calming at it just being a student.

Valerie snaps, “what the Hell is taking-”, then snapping her eyes towards the floating smirking Phantom, “oh come on”, looking to Mr. Trent, “seriously? Seriously?”.

Phantom decides to be a bit of a little shit, speaking to the class while side-eyeing Valerie, “now see if Red wanted to go give those government loons Hell she could do so without causing an interdimensional issue. Oh how jealous I am”.

Valerie’s glare is borderline murderous. But instead of telling him she’d help them drown him in fire or something, she huffs, “the gov can screw themselves”, glaring, “ghostly government included”; ah there’s the insult/threat he had been expecting.

Phantom waves her off while side-eyeing the clock, ah shit, way over class time. “Oh you love me”, sighing and being just slightly serious, “besides, getting the public informed on the law is technically something you want the government doing”, looking to the class, though still technically talking to Valerie, “and really? I’m much better than most monarchs. I’m not out here supporting all that capitalist oppression of lower-class peons”. The class laughs with him over that.

Mr. Trent chuckles and shakes his head as he gets up, straightening some papers, “well regardless, it seems we have to wrap this up now”. Mr. Hawthorn nodding curtly and standing up as well; followed by basically the rest of the class.

Valerie scowls, snapping, “I hate that you’ve got a point”, as she walks to her desk. The rest of the teens for the next class sticking their heads in the door, staring at Phantom before slowly moving to their seats.

Kwan makes a little cheer before he exits the classroom, “most kings don’t even defend their ‘subjects’ themselves!”. Phantom snickers, “in the words of the dairy king ‘I’m a king, laddie! I have people to fight for me’”, which earns him a lot of raised eyebrows, “don’t ask. Let’s just say, our dear mayor has had a few ghost issues himself”.

One of the new teens blinks, “that... explains nothing”. Phantom just snickers more, gives a two-finger salute, and floats up through the ceiling.

Though he’s not honestly surprised to get a text from Valerie requesting that he ‘for the love of everything’ gives her some kind of warning when he invites his ‘friend’ to give school talks. Followed by a second text asking if he’d gotten the ‘ghostly law talk’ from his ‘friend’ and if he’d be ‘willing to give her the insider info’.

Phantom transforming back to plain old meek and weak Danny Fenton, chuckles to himself while responding.

Thealiveone : and my heads up to you won’t turn into a heads up to a hunter or two? Sarcastic disbelife fully intended

Thealiveone : also

Thealiveone : also

Thealiveone : also

Thealiveone : ask spooky yourself

He’s not surprised to get a ‘fuck you and your ‘friend’ too’ in response. But hey, at least she also points out that she ‘in no uncertain terms would never encourage the G.I.W. or his parents to come anywhere near the school’. So that’s something.

End.

Prompts: - Ghosts having no legal rights is A Problem. and Discovered something horrible from the government and Okay everybody hated the 'ghosts are actually just aliens nobody is dead people' take, but like... are ALL ghosts dead people? Including Box Lunch? What about Youngblood's Parrot? The Behemoth? Pariah's Skeleton army? Fright Knight's horse Nightmare? If yes, explain some of the non-human, mindless, or other strange circumstances. If no... well, what makes a ghost a 'ghost'? and There will need to be some changes around Casper High if they’re going to prepare their students for a world with daily ghost attacks, and keep them safe until graduation and Fix what you think is the most glaring flaw in the Danny Phantom universe (GothMoths explanation: the lack of ghost zone law/explanation of it is ridiculous, especially the seeming lack of it applying to the living world. Literally every country has boarder laws and country specific laws, the complete lack of acknowledgment of an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT DIMENSION having the same is ridiculous)

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Part 12!

I really need to start remembering to post these. I have like 3 more waiting in my drafts? This one has a ton of variety so it may be best to read the short sentence or two below each of them if looking for a specific thing.

Lancer reflects on how young Phantom looks.

Post reveal. Danny gets stuck in Phantom form and has to go to school.

Come get your Jack Fenton meets Cujo fluff! Jack meets Cujo and realizes he acts like a normal dog and is not out for violence!

Danny grows fangs. That is it, that is the story.

A museum trip goes as expected when you live in a town full of ghost fights.

Jack finds Vlad's hidden lab.

Danny gets sick

Normally prefer Elle as a sister figure, but this one was too good not to include. Elle has a run in with the GIW and comes to Danny's classroom for help. Can he manage to keep his secret identity when the class learns about her?

Another sickfic reveal.

RIP blob ghost. Short little comedy ficlet

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