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In every ghost king au I see, Danny is always very reluctant to go to war against earth, despite the rest of the infinite realms desire to, which is very understandable.

But wouldn’t it be fun if he wasn’t??

Imagine a bad fight with the GIW, where Sam, Tucker and Jazz were killed by agents, sending Danny into a spiraling rage

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz to become ghosts, they have too much ectoplasm in their system not too, but it doesn’t change the fact that humans hurt his fraid.

He immediately starts preparing his troops for battle.

Hoards of demons and angels, monsters from the depths of hell, ancient beings awoken from their millennia old slumber.

Danny doesn’t want to destroy earth, but he’s willing to.

But he mercifully gives humanity one last chance (Jazz begged him too)

So King Phantom appears in a swirl of antimatter and pure despair, hovering of Metropolis, demanding the deaths of those who caused his fraid and his people harm, or else he would send the earth into an eternal darkness.

He allows some of his soldiers through into earth early, to give the planet a taste of what was to come.

Dragons soared through the skies, burning towns, Faeries lured men and women alike to their doom, magic completely stopped working.

Meanwhile in Washington DC, no one was admitting to voting on the Ecto acts (cause they are cowards) and actually blame the justice League for the acts, hoping to kill two birds with one stone, by shifting the blame while also getting rid of the Justice League.

Don’t know if it means anything, but it’s super cute!!

Ghostly mating seasons

(Adult Danny, of course)

Fic idea where ghosts have a mating season that lasts from the 26th of October, peaks during Halloween to Day of the dead, and ends on November 7th.

Now, Danny is a young ghost, but he still knows about ghost mating.

Because he is the unfortunate recipient of it.

You see, ghosts are like birds in some ways. Some are extremely colorful, and these ghosts are considered “male birds” they are highly aggressive, and perform loud fights to attract mates (gender doesn’t actually matter)

Some other ghosts (like Danny!!!) have softer, muted colors, and these ghosts are the recipient of mating exchange. A lot of them are more peaceful, but are very protective of their young, and many of them are guardian spirits.

So, imagine Danny’s been living in Gotham for a few months, getting used to the other vigilantes slowly, and they think that everything’s going smoothly, until BAM!! There are just so many ghosts in Gotham, citizens are freaking out, and no one knows what to do.

And Danny is just bright red. He’s so embarrassed that some ghosts have sensed his presence here and migrated over to Gotham just to show off.

The bats are desperately trying to shoo the other ghosts away, while Danny is curled up in a ball crying

Look, I’m new to AO3 compared to others on this site, but I understand fanfic etiquette.

1. Don’t like don’t read

2. Don’t tell the authors how much you dislike their fic

I fear those are the two big ones, and they aren’t hard!!

I joined AO3 late 2023, early 2024, and I’m watching new comers come in, and they’re haters!

I had a commenter telling me how much they hated how I made a character trans, even though I tagged it!!

DP X DC

Warning: slight Gore (very little)

Daniel Fenton would like to point out that he was the victim, in this scenario.

Vlad would constantly kidnap Danny, threaten him, blackmail him, and even attempt to… get rid of him.

Danny was the victim.

The GIW would kidnap Danny, cut him open to rifle through his organs like his body was a box full of junk, would withhold food and water, leaving him to die.

Danny was the victim.

So he didn’t feel particularly remorseful when he hung Vlad by his intestines to the rafters of his Mansion.

He didn’t care when the GIW begged for mercy as he tore through their limbs.

Ghost’s brains were always different from human ones.

It told him to hunt those who harmed him, to make them pay.

His brain didn’t really seem to care about morals.

Or the law.

Danny needed an out, an escape, a plan.

He already had an alibi.

As far as Amity knew, he had spent the night at Tucker’s.

Tucker was too busy helping Danny break into the GIW Headquarters, but that really didn’t matter.

Now all that was left was what to do with the bodies.

“You should run away, Danny.” Sam argues. “Keep the bodies in a pocket dimension, run away, go buy a farm, get some pigs and—“

“Nah, go to Gotham, throw them in the Harbor, you’re done!!”

“Batman’s going to find the bodies so quickly.”

“A farm life… does actually sound kind of nice…”

“But Dannyyyyy….”

—

Four years later

—

Danny sighs as he hears a knock on his door.

Probably another lost family.

There was no one around this area for miles.

He sits up, lights still off, waking up his two cattle dog, Tauri and Gemmi.

They blink at him blearily from their bed, confused on why he was up so early.

“Go back to bed girls, it’s not breakfast time yet.” He soothes as he puts on some semblance of normal clothes, settling on what appeared to be a black nightgown (something of Sam’s??) it was a little short, but Danny could make do. These jerks were the one waking him up.

He hears more tapping at the door and sighs.

“I’m coming…” he calls, annoyed.

He heads downstairs to the front door, slamming it open.

“What.”

He looks outside, seeing two teens his age staring at him, looking bright red.

“U-uhm… hi! I’m Jon, this is Damian, we were wondering if you maybe could… call a tow truck for us? Our phones don’t have signal.” The boy kept looking down at Danny’s body, and Danny did not have the mental capacity to figure out why.

Danny sighs. “Tow trucks don’t go out this far, not at night. You’ll need to wait till morning.”

“O-oh…” the two teens turn to whisper to each other.

Danny pinches the bridge of his nose. “Where are y’all’s parents?”

“Where’s yours?” The quieter boy (Damian??) shoots back.

Danny ignores him valiantly.

“If you need a place, I got a guest room.”

Oh…oh! That would be great, thank you!” Jon smiles.

“Whatever. Grab your stuff and knock on the door when you’re ready to come in.”

—

As soon as the door shut, the two friends turned to look at each other.

“Buff Farmer in the sheer nightgown is hot.”

Dark Eridians AU???

So. Imagine that, after years of earths sun dimming, the Beatles finally return home.

NASA opens them, finding what they had hoped, a cure to their crisis, but they also find other videos, of Grace documenting his growing friendship with extraterrestrial life.

They all are glad that Grace made a friend up there, especially since Grace said that the other two members of his crew passed away.

They watch videos of them talking together, joking around, doing science…

Until they find one more USB, labeled OPEN LAST.

They plug it in, finding a video of Rocky, alone.

“Grace safe now. You made him unsafe.” The alien intones.

“Rocky love Grace. Very much. Earth didn’t love Grace. Threw away like trash. But Eridians pick up trash. Treat trash like treasure. Other Eridians will love Grace, like Rocky loves Grace.”

Rocky shifts a little, holding themself a little taller.

“Eridians admired across galaxy. Many planets allies with Erid. Much more than small Earth. They will send armies for Erid, if we ask. And we will ask”

Established Spideyhood.

So, Peter and Jason have been dating for two years now, and everything is going great. Peter is sweet, kind, and unbelievably attractive.

He shares many of Jason’s interests, he gets along with the entire family, and he even has Alfie’s approval

They love each other, and two weeks ago, Bruce helped Jason go and pick out a ring.

There was only one problem.

You see, Peter worked in a laboratory in northern Gotham, one that focused on medicine for metas.

That parts fine, amazing even.

The problem was Peter’s coworkers.

One in particular.

Starting about a year ago, Peter started coming home every night complaining about Jack.

Jack, who was Peter’s boss.

Jack, who always invited Peter out to bars and clubs and restaurants.

Jack, who was in love with Peter.

It started out small, Peter would come home from work, saying something along the lines of “Jack wanted me to have lunch with him again!” Or “Jack insisted that we set up the holiday party alone.”

Jason found it funny then, would chuckle over Peter’s desperate attempts to get the man to take a hint.

Then, it got bigger. “Jack is trying to get me to work Thanksgiving so I can spend it with him instead of with you.” Or “Jack thinks you’re trying to kill me by letting me eat red meat.”

Jason didn’t find it too funny anymore.

Then, 6 months after Peter and Jason got engaged, Jason got a call from Peter.

This was odd, Jason knew that Peter was having a bachelors trip in Venice right now.

“Hey babe, you having fun?” Jason asked.

“Jay, Jack’s here. In Venice. At the club we’re in!”

“What?! How is he there?!”

“He’s the one that approved my PTO request, he must have found out where I was going!” Peter grumbles.

“Peter, my love, we have to do something about this. He’s stalking you, for Christs sake!!”

Peter groans. “I knowwww but it’s not like he’s threatening me or anything! I’m capable of keeping myself safe!”

“I’m not dissing your capabilities, you’re the strongest, smartest person I know. That doesn’t mean you have to deal with this yourself.”

“I’m going to invest in some headphones. He won’t talk to me if I’m wearing headphones, right?”

Based off of Jack Greenburg on TikTok.

14 years in the future… vaguely… (Damian and Jon are 9)

Damian Wayne felt bothered.

Most of the family was home today for thanksgiving, and the manor, despite its large size, felt rather crowded.

His elder brothers were all squished onto one couch, sharing stories of when they were children.

Damian would never admit it, but he felt rather left out.

He wasn’t around for the beginning of the family, off with mother, and all that.

“What are you doing?” Jon asked.

Jon, his best friend, was now a permanent member of the House, ever since their fathers started dating.

Damian found it rather nice that his friend was now more often than not in his home.

This was not one of those times.

“I am merely assessing the situation, Jonathan.” Damian grumbles as he looks back over to their brothers, who were all giggling over something.

“No, you’re like, spying. It’s weird, why are you doing that?” Jon looks inside. “Oh, they’re talking about things you weren’t there for, huh? That’s tough.”

Damian’s eye twitches. “That is not what I was doing—“

“Hey, kiddos! Stop hiding, come have fun!” Jason calls them over.

The boys look at each other, knowing that they have been caught.

They walk inside.

—

“No no no, that’s not how it went! Dick, you’re being silly, Danny didn’t actually bring Zitka to life, he just encouraged us to use our imaginations!” Tim laughs.

“Who’s Danny?” Damian asks, curious.

“Have we never told you?” Dick questions. “Danny was our nanny, had been since I was 10. He left after Timmy turned, what, 10?”

“Yeah, Tim was 10. I never did find out why he left, but he was really good with us. We were little monsters, you see, and he was the only one besides Alfie that could get us to behave.” Jason nods. “He was like, pretty young too, like early 20’s. Was incredible.”

Bruce laughs. “Danny wasn’t in his early 20’s, he was my nanny, when I was a kid.”

“What?!? Really?!?” Tom exclaims. “Damn, he must have looked… really good for his age…”

“More proof that Danny was secretly magic!” Dick insists.

“He wasn’t magic!!”

“Danny was magic?” Jon asked.

“No, Jon, he wasn’t. Dick’s being stupid”

—

(3 dimensions away)

“Hm.” Danny smiles.