Friday evening. At the door of her son's room, Madeline Fenton gently knocks, "Danny, are you there? Dinner is ready! I made pasta!"
A sleepy groan from the other side informs the mother of the sleepy tenant.
"I'll be down in a minute," shuffling is heard and Maddie, satisfied, makes her way downstairs. But on the way she stops in front of a door.
Smiling softly and letting out a sigh, the mother continues her walk.
A few moments later, the Fenton family is having dinner, with one member missing.
After asking how school is going and other trivial things, Danny looked up from his food.
"So, did Jazz say when she's coming home?" the youngest asked his parents.
"No, Danny. The year just started, sweetheart. We know you miss her, we miss her, too. But Harvard is no walk in the park, mister!" Chuckling, the red-haired woman continued eating her meal.
"That's right, son! We Fentons go big or go home! We couldn't be more proud of you and your sister!" Beaming, the father gazed at his teenage son. When did they grow up? Jack feels like it was just yesterday when Jazz started middle school...
Jasmine Fenton is a genius. Everybody knew that. So no one was surprised when she got accepted at Harvard. But that didn't undermine the achievement. Her parents were, understandably, jumping with joy, proud of their daughter.
Her baby brother was happy for her, but when Danny realized she had to go away, he wasn't the happiest, but by the time she had to go, he made some sort of peace. Still wouldn't stop him from asking about his sister. They have grown close over the years.
Danny often asked when she will come back, fully aware of the answer (even if he wasn't fully human anymore, hah! ...he might need some therapy). That didn't stop him, though.
This time he asked because advice sounded really good with his current troubles.
That brought him back to the present.
"Uh, mom? Dad?" Putting his fork down after he finished the food on his plate, he turned towards his parents.
"What is it, Danny-boy?" Jack's enthusiastic reply prompted Danny to gain courage and say what needed to be said.
"You remember that whole 'Ghost King' debacle? Where Mr. I-will-rule-the-world put the whole town in the Ghost Zone?" At his parents' acknowledgement, the teenager continued, "Well, you know how I stole dad's suit- I apologized already, mom!- and fought Pariah? Apparently there are some laws that the one who takes the symobols of power from the King, which, uh, I did, you become the new King, so surprise! Your son is the ruler of the species you used to hate!"
Two identical stares are directed at the boy holding two finger guns.
'Awkward...' Danny is tempted to Go Ghost and get the heck away from here, cuz man! It's like he's telling his parents he's a ghost again! Half-ghost, yes, but details.
"Sweetie, can you repeat that?" His mother's voice bring him back from the awkwardness of the past to the awkwardness of the present.
"Uh, I'm the Ghost King, apparently?" Rubbing the back of his head, the looks at Jack and Maddie Fenton.
"My son is the Ghost King! Maddie, can you believe it?! Our boy is a King!" Jack breaks the silence with enthusiastic gestures that almost topple a glass of water.
"That... is unusual, but I suppose nothing new in the Fenton household," smiling hesitantly, Maddie reaches for her son's hand.
Grasping it, the woman in blue looks at her boy (a King) and the hesitance transforms in concern and warmth.
"Are you okay with this, Danny?"
"I-I'm fine, mom. Well, it would've been great if I wasn't... ruler of an undead species, but I can't do anything about it. At least, I think so. I need to ask Clockwork," his voice became mumbles towards the end.
"Well, if you need some help with shooting some ghosts, we'll be happy to help!" At the glare from his wife, Jack quickly changed his mind, "I meant! Help. With the ghosts. Diplomatically. Because we don't shoot ghosts anymore..." The dejected tone at the end made Danny snort.
"Nice save, dad," shaking his head, the hero washed his plate after standing up, thanked his mother for the dinner (No ghost pasta! Progress!) and went back to his room.
On the way, he stopped in front of the same room Maddie lingered at earlier.
"Maybe I should give Jazz a call..."
A/N: Reviews:
Chapter 1:
Guest: Ah, I love Ghost King Danny. I'm thinking of showing the changes and how it's affected Danny, but I'm going more on the humor side, where Danny is reluctant to be King. He's a teenager! So he wouldn't accept the role being 100% happy.
ReflectiveReader: Thank you!
cg037: Why, thank you :3
Chapter 2:
GoldenKarnia: Uh, sorry, I don't know who's Adam and I'm not planning making anyone Queen.
heavyweight: If all goes how I'm currently planning, Sam will be introduced soon! But no, there will be no ghost or human bride. I don't really ship Danny with anyone and I never really liked the idea of a Ghost Queen. So no romantic pairings with Danny and no Queen to Danny's King.
A/N: Bonus! I wrote this at 2 AM and liked it too much to delete.
Danny's POV:
I wonder if the Observants can see what big assholes they are with that big, singular eye of theirs...
Does that mean Dan was the supposed King of Ghosts when he destroyed the world? Hah, suck on that Pariah, you, a being thousands of years old, couldn't defeat a single town while 24-year-old me managed to lay waste to everything.
(He probably shouldn't be so amused with that thought. Bad Danny! Go back to yeeting ectoblasts at innocent walls.)
Huh... do homophobic ghosts exist? Mmm, most definitely. Danny would have no problem hitting them to the next tomorrow.
Reading Harry Potter, Danny wondered if he could do magic. Like, he can do the Wingardium Leviosa shit, but with his mind. Choke on that, Volde-whore.
I'm tired. Don't post this.
A/N: I definitely will, past me :3