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ashspecter · 26 days

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All We Wanted

@pennerjones's prompt: Clockwork tends Pariah Dark’s wounds after a hard battle.

Summary: Soft moments turn bittersweet when the future doesn’t seem bright. Sometimes, things aren’t meant to last but they can still enjoy the time they have together.

TW: wounds, needles, stitches, mild angst

Words: 2050

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The moon hangs low in the midnight-blue sky, casting a silvery glow over the somber landscape. Shadows dance in time with the gentle breeze as it gently runs its fingers through the crowns of ancient trees. Some of the trees creak in tune, matching the soft rustle of leaves and filling the all-to-quiet night with a soft but haunting melody.

It is the sound of silence— a beautiful but dangerous thing.

Amid the forest, stands a dark silhouette against the light of the heavens— a fortress. Its cracked bricks, usually what might be a marbled gray, appear black in the silver light as its spires reach toward the stars like skeletal fingers. There are no lamps, torches, or lit hearths and there is no furnishing other than what was left by the previous proprietor. The place reeks of spectral memories yet to take shape. It’s a lonely place. It’s a sad place. Even so, there is one window with a warm glow.

The chamber beyond the window is dimly lit and carries a tension palpable enough to taste. But it isn’t of bitterness or resentment, but rather a simmering blend of worry and anger. The emotions mix with the scent of herbs and magic, making the space feel homely and safe despite the circumstances of those within.

Clockwork’s usually fluid and graceful movements now carry a hint of urgency as their spectral form flickers with a muted frustration. In their frustration, their gloved hands work in a none-too-gentle way. Sticking and sewing torn flesh, cinching it shut, and moving on to the next quickly to keep their partner from bleeding any more than he already has. Every stick is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath.

Pariah, despite his injuries being minor, exudes an aura of calmness. But his hands clench and unclench at his sides, the knuckles white with tension each time. Despite the pain he feels, he watches Clockwork work with a mix of gratitude and guilt.

“You worry too much, Chime,” Pariah says, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tense atmosphere. “I’ve faced worse than a few cuts and bruises.”

Clockwork doesn’t look up from their task, their brow furrowed in concentration. “Perhaps, but that doesn’t make it any less concerning. You will eventually be the ruler of this realm. You can’t afford to be reckless.”

Pariah’s lips twitch in a wry smile, “Reckless? Me?”

Clockwork finally meets his eyes with a glare. It is meant to be heated, but their crimson eyes tell him of their worry and fear instead.

“I assure you, it was a calculated risk,” He replies, voice tinged with exhaustion. He raises a hand and pushes back their hood so he can cup their cheek without any hindrance. As he does, their messy silver-white hair spills over their shoulders, ending right at their clavicle, “I didn’t know we’d have to flee to the mortal realm.”

Clockwork leans into Pariah’s touch, “You shouldn’t have put yourself in harm’s way like that.” They exhale, closing their eyes briefly as they relish his touch. But just as soon as they are about to relax, they lift their head again and quickly pull the stitch they were working on closed.

As soon as they tie off the stitch, they move to the next continuing their work. Yet, while they work, their movements grow shaky with emotion as they are unable to keep it hidden any longer, “What if something had happened to you?”

Pariah’s gaze softens as he watches Clockwork’s hands tremble slightly. He reaches out with his other hand, gently clasping their wrist and stilling their movements, “Clockwork, you know as well as I do that protecting our realm sometimes requires sacrifices.”

Clockwork’s eyes flicker with frustration, “I understand your intentions, Pariah, but that doesn’t make it any easier to see, hear, or bear.”

Pariah’s grip tightens slightly, a flicker of pain crossing his features as he speaks, “Our duty sometimes demands more than we can give.”

Clockwork frowns and attempts to turn away, but Pariah’s hand keeps them still, “I just wish… I wish there were another way.”

Pariah’s thumb brushes over their cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “We’ll find a way, together. But for now, let’s focus on healing and regrouping. Our realm needs us more than ever.”

Clockwork nods, “I suppose you are right.”

As the conversation lulls, the tensions that once hung over them also seem to dissipate. The chamber settles into a tranquil silence, allowing the atmosphere to soften and quiet. Outside, the night seems to come to life as the song of many crickets and frogs fills the air.

Clockwork returns their attention to Pariah’s injuries, their movements methodical and precise. With each careful touch, the stress that had knotted their brow and shoulders begins to loosen. They immerse themselves in their task as the rhythm of their tending becomes a soothing cadence that fills the space between them.

Pariah, sensing the shift in their mood, lets out a slow breath and relaxes in their partner’s care. Then, after a moment, he says, “This is quite a nice castle, don’t you think?”

“It serves its purpose,” Clockwork replies, pulling another stitch closed.

Pariah winces slightly, then allows a smile to spread across his face, “We don’t have a place to call our own just yet.”

Clockwork glances up at him with a brow raised, “What are you suggesting?”

“What if we replicate this place in the Ghost Zone?” He asks, a fond glint shimmering in his eye.

“You mean a sanctuary where we can retreat when needed?��

“Exactly,” Pariah nods, “But I was thinking of calling something different.”

“A home?” Clockwork murmurs, their eyes distant as they imagine the idea in their mind’s eye. A place of comfort? Peace? Joy? Their expression changes to that of something doubtful. They haven’t had a home in a very long time. Will they like it? Will they enjoy it? Will it last?

“Yes, a home,” Pariah confirms, his voice carrying a hint of longing, “A sanctuary where we can find solace amidst the chaos of our duties.”

Clockwork’s expression melts as they envision themselves living in a place of comfort right by their lover’s side. It almost seems like too much to hope for. They try to look ahead, but nothing is revealed to them. They often forget that they can’t see much of their own future.

“It’s a wonderful thought,” They finally say, their tone betraying their uncertainty, “But I’m not… certain…”

Pariah offers a reassuring smile, “We’ll make it happen. Together, we can create our own haven, a place where we can find peace amidst the turmoil.”

Clockwork returns the smile, a flicker of hope igniting in their eyes. Perhaps it’s the exhaustion or the vulnerability of the moment, but for the first time in a while they allow themselves to believe in the possibility of a home they can call their own. How nice would that be? It warms their Core.

But then a thought strikes them rather abruptly and yanks back down into their fear, “Creating such a place would require a considerable amount of effort and magic.”

Pariah nods, “I’m willing to invest whatever it takes.”

“How so?”

Pariah takes one of Clockwork’s hands into his own. He slips the glove from their hand and lays it to the side. Then, he kisses it, gently, “I will devote everything I have to giving you a place to call home.”

Clockwork’s breath catches in their throat. How can he say something so confidently? How can he say something like that and genuinely mean it?

“You deserve it,” The warrior continues, “You have done so much for everyone else, the least you can have is a home. I will make it happen.”

Something in their core tightens, “I’ve done nothing.”

Pariah smiles, not wishing to argue about the subject, and places his hands on either side of Clockwork’s hips, “I will make it happen.”

How can he say such a thing? How can he promise something so grand? So nice? How can Pariah Dark give Clockwork so much hope? They don’t understand it.

“What of those who follow you?”

Pariah pauses for a moment, thinking, “They will have a place as well— a haven as well— a place where they can feel safe and protected.”

Clockwork gazes up at him with a mix of admiration and concern, “And what of you, Pariah? Will you find solace there as well?”

“I’ll find solace wherever you are, Chime,” He replies, meeting their gaze, “You are my home.”

A tender smile curves Clockwork’s lips as they return their attention to his wounds, their movements gentle and deliberate.

A beat passes before they respond softly, “Then we’ll make it happen, together.”

Pariah sighs, content with the resolve in Clockwork’s voice. A warmth spreads through his core as well. The two of them— they are in this together. Truly. This is his partner— the one he intends to keep company with forever. He vows to do whatever it takes to form a future that his lover can relax in and never worry about anything ever again. He never wants to see them this upset for a second time.

As Clockwork’s nimble fingers continue their delicate work, the collection of their shared desires seems to weave itself into the very fabric of the room and hang in the air like a tangible promise of things to come. Each stitch they make becomes a symbol of their commitment to one another, binding them closer together.

The thought of creating a sanctuary— a home where they can find solace and peace together— fills the chamber with a sense of anticipation. But it’s not just about constructing a physical structure; it’s about building a haven where they can nurture their love and protect each other. The dream for the future comes to life in his mind, Pariah’s determination and Clockwork’s insight make it a perfect balance. They’ll be ready for anything. They’ll be the most powerful ghosts in the Zone. They’ll be the perfect rulers. What more could they ask for?

The hours pass smoothly in the quiet chamber, giving Clockwork the time and focus that they needed to finish cleaning and sewing up Pariah’s wounds. Each injury is now neatly sewn together and most of the shallow ones are already healing into small, ashy-green slivers.

As Clockwork begins to put away their supplies, Pariah sits up straighter and tests his newly healed wounds with a cautious touch. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he feels the familiar strength returning to his body. He then stretches, carefully, feeling the soreness beginning to ebb away. His movements are fluid despite the lingering ache. It pleases him.

Once he finishes stretching, he rises from his seat and steps over to the window to gaze out at the moonlit landscape. It’s beautiful. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect. If he could, he would replicate every little detail he could in the Ghost Zone. He would very much like to give this place to Clockwork. It is perfect for them.

Pariah sighs just as Clockwork joins him. Carefully, Pariah winds an arm around their waist and pulls them closer. Then, they look out that night for a moment in each other’s embrace.

“Thank you, Chime,” He whispers, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he places a kiss on their temple, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Clockwork returns his smile, their own weariness momentarily forgotten in the glow of their accomplishment. “You would do just fine, my dear,” They reply, “But I’m glad I could help.”

With a warm smile, Pariah leans down again, his lips meeting Clockwork’s in a gentle kiss, sealing their shared ambition with a silent vow.

Nothing will separate them. Nothing can separate them. He will unite the Ghost Zone for them.

For as long as Pariah exists in his afterlife, nothing will come between them. He will give Clockwork the home they deserve. He will persevere. He will not let anything stand in his way. He will see to it. He swears to himself. And he’s a man of his word.

He has come this far, he will not lose anything he has worked hard to gain.

#danny phantom #clockwork #pariah dark #clockwork x pariah dark #pariah dark x clockwork #tw stitches #tw needles #tw wounds #tw angst #phic phight #phic phight 24 #phic phight 2024 #dp events #phandom #phandom events #oneshot #long post

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welcometosasakiworld · 1 year

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Danny Phantom x Gravity Falls prompt #1

Eldritch!Danny go to Gravity Falls!!

I had this idea just now.

Sue me.

I was reading a post about the ancients being eldritch gods in reality and Danny becoming a ancient...

So let's twist it.

Danny only is a ancient because he is the reincarnation of the child of Pariah Dark and Clockwork (Dark Ages au)

he has a space orientation for his powers as a eldritch being. (Sue me, Danny should have a space obsession and you can't change my mind!!)

Danny is ghostly adopted by Clockwork, who didn't know why he felt a pull towards the child. He found out later when an accident with Desiree happened.

Pariah lost to Danny, but he wasn't punted to his little prison to do a sleeping beauty.

The older Fentons finds out about Danny being Phantom when the Desiree Accident happens, and are there when Danny and CW figure out why the two always felt that pull. (no, only the fentons found out, the world still think Phantom is just a powerful ghost and FULLY dead)

TIMESKIP to when everything calmed down a bit. The Fentons decide to go to a vacation to visit some family, the Corduroys.

CW and Pariah go too because they are family, unconventional or not, Dani is there too because why not?

They go to Gravity Falls!! They just got inside before the city was put in quarantine. (The episode where the twins finally meet the author, the real one)

shenanigans happens

Now you can think about whatever happens next or even change some thing from this post, whatever suits you.

Just tag me because I want to read what other people will come up to.

Because I plan to write my own version ;3

#writing prompts #danny phantom #i will write this someday #dp au #ancients being eldritch gods #au #gravity falls #pariah dark x clockwork #fic prompt #dp x gf #eldritch danny #fentons are good parents #sue me #sam and tucker go #for shits and giggles

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proneterror204 · 3 months

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Dan-el god of death 2

Danny was so exited! Clockwork had sent him to an Alien planet! Well technically he was the alien, but he was on another planet! From the looks of it their culture had just entered its medieval era and was ending a massive war. Danny was sent to cleanup all the resentful undead and evil cults, but surly Clockwork wouldn't mind if he experienced some culture. Right?

Due to Clockworks amulet he could translate their language and his name came out as Dan-el. Which was close enough. Apparently alot of the people had seen his fights with the undead. He hung around and taught them somethings and learned about their culture, religion, and most important their stars. Till one day he looked around and had an "Oh Shit" moment when he discovered maybe he had gone to far and taught to much. He had to leave.

Clockwork sent him back to Krypton( Why did that sound so familiar?) multiple times. Each time Danny found himself in new era's. Then Danny noticed something. As the people, Kryptonians, thanked and praised him, he started to feel it. He started to notice that he was getting stronger in and out of time travel. He wondered why?

Clockwork told him. He told of how Krypton had dubed him the god of death. How they told the legend of his deeds on and off Krypton. His fights with Plasmius and Pariah Dark, his half death, and his powers. All went down as in Kryptonian mythology of Dan-el the god of death. Then he learned of Krypton's fate and the last Kryptonians. (Danny cried)

A week later as Danny lay in bed failing to go to sleep, he felt it. Someone still believed.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny is the kryptonian god of death au #danny is the kryptonian god of death #danny has no idea #danny uses this to hit on supergirl #pariah dark was a kryptonian warlord #supergirl #supergirl x danny #kara zor el #kara danvers #blame clockwork and his bullshit

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nelkcats · 9 months

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The King's last gift

Danny was tired, tired of being responsible for protecting the world. At first it was just Amity but the ghosts began to explore more and the halfa was exhausted. He was the only hero available and it was taking its toll.

He knew he couldn't go on like this, let alone with his coronation around the corner but he didn't know what else to do. He knew he couldn't interfere with the world after the crown was on his head. The world would fear him (maybe even more than now) and protecting them with so much power in hand could do more harm than good, but if he didn't protect them, who would?

His core ached at the thought of all those people begging for a hero who wouldn't come, so Danny took desperate measures, and cheated a little.

He visited Desiree; she watched him with a raised eyebrow, curious. And Danny did what he forbade long ago, he wished. He wished for the future and for humanity itself, he uttered the words he had wanted to say ever since he knew he would not be able to visit earth for a long time.

"I wish for the world to be safe even when I no longer live in it, I wish for there to be someone who can protect it, even if it's just a human."

Desiree blinked in surprise not expecting the King who had "forbidden" her to do such a thing. She smiled and nodded. Her power grew exponentially but neither she nor Danny said anything about it. The halfa would not undo that wish after all.

In New Jersey, Thomas and Martha Wayne were celebrating the birth of their son. Neither of them noticed the spark of magic entering the baby, nor the boy's unusually blue eyes. Bruce Wayne, the Ghost King's latest gift to mankind, had been born.

And years later, when the Justice League was formed and everyone was talking to each other, John Constantine looked at the dark knight curiously, wondering if he was aware that he was death's favorite.

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #immortal danny #he protected earth for a long time #But Danny knew he couldn't protect them forever #Danny loves humanity but they are not his people #not anymore #his people are the Infinite Realms inhabitants and they would desperately need him after the coronation #especially after the disaster that Pariah Dark left behind #Clockwork warned Danny that he couldn't be the hero anymore #his powers would grow and it would take him a long time to control them #But if he doesn't protect humans then who?#dp x dc #dc x dp #Danny wished for a hero #and Bruce Wayne was born #maybe Danny changed his future and his parents wouldn't have died if the King hadn't wanted something so selfish #but Danny can't help but be selfish #he loves humanity too much despite how much they hate him #John Constantine is wrong though #Bruce is not Death's favorite #he is the King's last hope

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radiance1 · 9 months

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Danny is so, oh so very tired about the amount of marriage proposals that popped up in front of him. Not even a day past his announcement as Crown prince either.

He's thankful that neither of his four parents are pushing him towards accepting it, but it's everyone (besides his friends of course) else who either try and subtly suggest it or outright asks him if he's chosen a spouse yet.

He's only 14! He doesn't need a spouse! And they were probably far older than him too!

Even Vlad of all people took some kind of pity on him and just decided to be a normal (for a billionaire) guy who isn't trying to kill his dad.

...However, that doesn't mean he wants him to seduce him either!

(Danny: Stop trying to seduce my dad you low-budget vampire!

Vlad, calmly sipping tea: No.)

If he wasn't majorly burnt out from the number of proposals he has to sort through, he would most definitely throw him far across town, away from his dad and mom.

He needed to find a way to stop all of these letters that just keep coming, and fast. He doesn't know how much longer he could take of reading fancy script over and over and over again, his eyes already hurt enough.

He tried to ask his Father for help, his only response was to choose a consort that he saw fit to stand alongside him. Then he had to flee before he gushed about his pops.

He asked his pops, who only said that the answer would come to him in time. Which was of no help whatsoever.

He asked his mom, she at least tried to help somewhat. Giving him some equipment to ward off any ghost who would try and forcibly take him as a consort, which had a low chance of happening considering his strength, but he was happy about it regardless.

He then finally asked his dad, after making sure that vampiric leech isn't near any of his human parents. Surprisingly, he had a pretty good idea of what to do.

He was a halfa, wasn't he? Why limit himself to just ghosts? Surely, due to his half-human status he could choose someone near his age among humanity.

Well, not in those exact words, but it was a great idea regardless! Plus, they never did specify if he had to choose a ghost consort anyways.

Now he just had to decide who to pick, really. His two best friends are out of the option, they're close, but not in that sort of way. Plus, Sam is busy with Undergrowth and Tucker bonding with Technus who was apparently apart of his family tree somewhere along the line.

Then, when he was sorting through the letters and was sure his eyes were about to bleed from reading so many fancy words, he felt it. A tug in his chest, gently urging him somewhere, and you know what, it's way better than what he was doing now, so he answered.

He felt the clothes he was swearing in that moment fade into away into the outfit he wore for his coronation. A suit, a crown made of the coldest ice from the Far Frozen, a cape made from the stars along with various little knickknacks made from various gems and a veil hung over his face.

He looked pretty good, if he says so himself. Though he didn't and still doesn't know the purpose of the veil.

He appeared in what looked like an event for a high society party, most likely filled with various rich people. He floated up and quickly looked over the people and released a sigh of relief that Vlad wasn't here, say what you will, but he doesn't fancy meeting with someone who's actively trying to seduce his dad.

He folded his arms behind his back, trying to imitate the imposing figure of his father from his place in the air, looking down at the cultists(?) below who summoned him.

"Who dares summon me." He stated, rule number one, statements hold power, questions do not. The cultist below fell to his knees, either out of devotion or fear, he didn't know.

"Oh, Prince of the infinite, we called you today for the sole purpose of serving this world to one of your standing, please let us be your servants and spare us when you plunge the world into ruin!" Ah, devotion, then. His eyes bore into the woman (from the sound of her voice) below, his silence working well to unnerve her and the other guests.

"Hm." The reward was already stated, but he neither wants too nor will take over the world. "Denied." It was short, swift, and to the point in his books, he thinks he's doing well acting out Pariah Dark!

"B-but my liege, the king-"

"What the king has been known for in the past, has nothing to do with me. You dare to assume something about me, lowly human." The human below him was actually fully blown shivering, now, slamming her head down onto the floor and shouting out a number of apologies.

Rule number two, do not take back requests you have already denied.

Ok, now he feels bad, that probably hurt a lot. But he's already come this far so-

"Is that the only reason you have called me, or do you require something else. Much of my time is not something you can afford." The woman was most undoubtedly about to say something, probably more apologies, or maybe something else, but the sounds of fighting reached the room and the doors slammed opened, the body of a cultist(?) flying through the air and the appearance of what were most likely heroes.

"Well?" He let that question slide, the cold around the room descending around the woman below as a bunch of other cultists tried to fight off the heroes.

The woman seemed hysterical with worry, most likely not wanting to go to jail, perhaps. She quickly took her head off the floor and tried to stand up, almost falling back to the ground but managing to find her footing. "M-my liege, please help us!"

He tilted his head. "And as to what, would you give me?"

"The sacrifice, yes! The sacrifice!" The woman quickly pointed below him, and only then, did Danny realize there was a boy bound below him, only to be met with a glare.

Danny hummed. Yes. That will do. "It shall be done."

Danny waved his hand, ice sprouting from the ground to force the heroes and cultists apart and then blasting a hole through the nearby wall and to the outside, a path of ice leading down to the ground. "Go." He commanded, the woman nodding her head quickly and calling to the others and disappearing outside, he then blocked off the hole with ice.

He then slowly floated downwards, besides the bound human, ignoring the shattering of ice and footfalls of no doubt the heroes trying to stop him from what he was doing. He leaned over the boy- about his age- and asked one question.

"Do you wish to become my consort?"

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #oopsie #Ended up writing lol #Anwyays #damian wayne #ghost prince danny #damian wayne x danny fenton #He's the guy bound up by the cultists lol #Danny needed to find a consort to not have to deal with marriage proposals anymore #He's sure nothing would really come out of this #Surely after this he could just claim the boy as his consort- if he says yes- and they could just go about their seperate ways #pariah dark #dp clockwork #dp dark ages #dark ages #darkages #Danny has 4 parents and then one vampiric leech trying to worm his way in lol

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satoshy12 · 3 months

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If you were married to Pariah, I can have Klarion!

Phantom just said this to Clockwork, but Clockwork had no problem with Danny marrying Klarion.

Clockwork:" Feel free to marry him." Danny:" Oh, nice!" Klarion:" So..." Clockwork:" Yeah. Klarion Bleak, we will have the wedding after a time of engagement."

Klarion smiled; he actually wasn't sure how the Lord of Time would react, but he seemed to be pretty okay. Yeah... Wait, what does a fiancé do?

Time to kidnap the Justice Kids and ask. He took Teekl and left, while Danny was ready to send an invitation and plan the wedding.

Yeah, Klarion would have to invite Vandal just in case.

#dp #Klarion x Danny #Clockwork x Pariah #pariah dark #clockwork #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc #klarion the witch boy #klarion bleak #young justice klarion #yj klarion #teekl #dcau #dc comics #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp + dc #Young Justice

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randomkiddoscrewingaround · 3 months

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I keep seeing all these prompts where Clockwork is Kronos, or at least an aspect of him, but here's an idea: what if Pariah Dark is another aspect of Kronos? The power hungry part that is terrified of being usurped to the point of devouring his own children?

#writing prompt #danny phantom #pariah dark #clockwork #crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc

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puppetmaster13u · 1 month

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Prompt 264

Danny squints at his tiny hands, eyes narrowing as Clockwork hums in the kitchen. Which he wasn’t even aware of having been in LongNow. Maybe it wasn’t. He huffed, voice too squeaky for him to continue complaining. Stupid time accidents.

Which wasn’t even starting on the other figure awkwardly sitting at the table.

He glowered at the Ghost King, who kept glancing at him with an unreadable look in their eyes, then looked back towards where Clockwork was. His scowl deepened over his cup of tea- which wasn’t fair, he wanted coffee but nooo, that’s not healthy for ‘little ghostlings’. Ugh.

Sometimes he wished he was fully ghost so he didn’t have to apparently worry about his living body having to grow back up.

#Prompts #Danny Phantom #Pariah Dark x Clockwork #Pariah looking at tiny ghostling with his pale skin & clockwork’s white hair: Oh no #Pariah looking at his fiance who helped lock him in a sarcophagus: Well I can’t Not marry him now #When you stop attempting to conquer the worlds to seduce your ex-fiance #and try to bond with your maybe-son #Danny had a time accident & being immune to CW’s power means he is stuck like this #And THEN Vlad decided to be an IDIOT and release this GHOST KING ASSHOLE #Who keeps FLIRTING with his CLOCKPA-#Oh Ancients he’s acting like a child oh no #Space Core Danny #Time Core Clockwork #Dark Core Pariah #Pariah & Fright Knight are brothers & PK keeps rambling to him #If you want to make this a crossover go for it #DCxDP #DPxDC #JL Dark gets word that someone let out a reality destroying king of infinity #dp x marvel #The heroes who time travelled are going to get yelled at by Clockwork for destroying their entire reality #Only interrupted by Pariah and tiny child who keeps biting him #“Clockwork who taught the child swears-”#Heck could do multiple crossovers #DC heroes arrive to this chaos

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fangirlingpuggle · 2 years

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Once again a dad clockwork AU/fic prompt only where everyone else thinks CW is Danny’s dad.

Basically AU where in big fight in amity against some powerful ghosts (Maybe Dan?) everyone is watching Danny fight and then CW steps in to try and help but gets hit, Danny accidentally calls out Dad and goes to help CW. Danny doesn't even realize he’s called him Dad....but everyone else does.

GIW, Maddie and Jack are freaking out because ghosts have parents? "Phantom has a parent? does he mean actually or adoptive or....this changes so many theories. If it’s biologically then ghosts can have kids?? If adoptive then ghosts have enough empathy and emotion to bond and care about a child and we have so many questions!!!"

All of amity is also freaking out because it’s just reinforced that the ghost kid saving them IS JUST A KID!

Vlad is currently being swamped with amity residents wanting they’re mayor to address this and we have to stop attacking the kid! Vlad is both annoyed as hell that all his plans have gone to hell but also apparently Daniel has picked another parent and it’s not him! and he is pissed mostly because it’s CW one of few ghosts he does not want to fuck with and so is plotting.

Ghosts are not faring much better either the ghost zone is in fucking chaos because Clockwork has apparently become the dad of the kid they have all tried to kill on multiple occasions. THEY ARE FREAKING OUT! Clockwork is a legend he is terrifying and they all apparently nearly killed his kid. In fact a large part of ghost zone are pretty convinced that Danny may like literally be Clockwork kids because yeah he’s half human but honestly Clockwork is the master of time, he controls time if any ghost was going to have a kid with weird powers and able to change to a human it would be him.

The older ghosts and other ancients are all internally screaming because they know who Clockworks partner is. Now all the most powerful ghosts in the ghost zone have cork boards like Always Sunny meme drawing similarities between CW pariah and Danny. They are at this point convinced of a conspiracy in which they had a kid then Pariah went crazy and CW did some time shit to send the kid to the future and somehow make him human? They don’t know they’re freaking out.

Clockwork is trying to explain that no Daniel is not his child, there is no official adoption and no he is not his Pariah’s secret child... No one believes him.

Other ancients: We have connected the dots

CW:NO you haven’t there are no dots to even connect

Other ancients:We have connected them!

Danny is dying of embarrassment in the human world, this is so much worse than accidentally calling a a teacher dad. Tucker and Sam are still dying of laughter... less so when Fright Knight appears calling him ‘my prince’....and isn’t that a weird way to find out the CLOCKWORK IS MARRIED TO PARIAH.

Bonus: Pariah somehow busts out of the sarcophagus and busts into the tower

Pariah: WE HAVE A SON??

CW*head in hands* Ugh fine you know what just gonna roll with this

#danny phantom #dp #dp au #au #fic prompt #humor #danny fenton #clockwork #dad clockwork #dp lost time #lost time #dp dark ages #dark ages #pariah dark #pariah dark x clockwork #danny phantom ghosts #dp ancients #i am just amusing myself at this point #dp royal family

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darkagesincorrectquotes · 10 months

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Clockwork : Pariah Dark and I are having a baby.

Danny Phantom : That's gre-

Clockwork, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

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All of Nothing

Summary:

Pariah is confined to his prison. He tries to remember everything that led up to this point, but his thoughts are scattered. He wants to blame someone for his pain, but he can’t bring himself to blame anyone but himself.

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All of Nothing

How had things gone so awry?

How did it come to this?

How had such a goal turned into such a disaster?

He exhales. It’s dark. It’s cold. It’s silent.

How he wishes for the light. How he wishes he had his closest companion beside him. How he wishes to hear their voice. He can’t move. His prison won’t let him.

He used to rule this dimension. His army would rise whenever he gave the word. He used to be able to see the fear in his enemy’s eyes. His people used to sing his name. They used to chant, “Long live the King!” just for him.

He used to have it all!

He curses his partner for not warning him. How could they have let this happen? How could they not say anything? Didn’t they love him?

Now he’s here. Caged. Locked away for an indeterminable amount of time.

Pariah can’t understand it. He praised people for their truths. He appreciated the brutal honesty of his loved ones when he had them by his side. How could there have been a lack of honest words?

If his eyes weren’t already sealed shut, he’d close them in defeat. How he wished he could express his misery in more than just thoughts. How did his once grand vision crumble into ruins? Where did he go wrong? Was it his own hubris, or the deception of those he trusted?

He can see it now, his reign was built upon salt and sand.

It crumbled easily.

It fell apart with just a gust of wind.

All he wanted was to unite the realm, like it had been before the Calamity.

There were those that opposed his idea, but he wasn’t going to let them kick him down.

That’s when he sought out them.

He remembers the time they first met.

They had been alone, secluded by their own choice in a tower far from everything else. They watched. They recorded. They played with time only when they absolutely needed to. They were always alone.

They didn’t like being alone.

Pariah had to approach them with caution. He had to show them he was willing to learn about them— to get to know them. Even then, they had pushed him away. Why?

He later learned that their isolation was self-inflicted. They chose to be alone to protect themselves. To this day, he isn’t exactly sure why, but he suspects they must have lost someone important.

He remembers deciding that he wasn’t going to let them be alone any longer. He had to bug them incessantly before they were convinced to let him stay. But they didn’t let him get close enough to know them, at least not yet.

As they spent more time together, Pariah came to enjoy the little, odd things they did. He found their ticks and quirks darling. From those, he learned that this ghost had more mental scars than he expected.

He noticed their hesitancy to touch certain objects, their sudden flinches at certain noises, and their tendency to lose themselves in thought for long stretches of time. But he also saw their genuine kindness, their willingness to listen, and their brilliant mind that could unravel the mysteries of time itself.

Pariah felt drawn to them, compelled to unravel the enigma that was the Master of Time. He showed them a world beyond their tower— a world filled with beauty and wonder, a world where they didn’t have to be alone anymore. And in return, they supported him in his endeavors. They wanted him to succeed.

Or that’s what he had thought.

He remembers seeing their face. They couldn’t believe what he’d become. Their face, twisted in fear, shock, and disappointment, is etched into his memory.

His beloved.

Did they know?

The question strikes him hard, reverberating through his core.

Did they truly know?

Everything leading up to the moment of his imprisonment— they had tried to warn him many times. Was it because they knew what was going to happen? Could they see his downfall coming and choose not to intervene? Or were they simply unable to change the course of fate? Did they see it happen through their sight? Or did someone tell them?

He can’t help but wonder if they knew all along what would happen. But, looking back now, they didn’t seem to know. They couldn’t seem to determine when. Which is strange, now that he thinks about it. Wasn’t that their whole shtick? Doesn’t their Obsession revolve around time?

He should have known. The meddler… He had placed his trust in them, believing in their loyalty and honesty. Yet now, faced with the consequences of his actions, he can’t help but feel betrayed. He thought they were equals. But now he questions their whole relationship. Was he just a puppet for them to play with?

If he could scoff at how it all turned out, he would.

If all kings have an end like this, who would ever want to be one?

He would have been better off remaining a dreamer.

All the power he had, he never wanted any of it. He only wanted to unite the realms. He only wanted to see the pain and suffering of those around him to end. He only wanted to bring unity and balance back to the zone. But it seems as though the zone didn’t want to be united once more.

He remembers the sounds of sword clanging together. They sounded like somber church bells ringing. The shouts of his men sounded like a Roman cavalry choir.

There wasn’t supposed to be a battle.

There wasn’t supposed to be a war.

Things changed so quickly.

He remembers seeing Clockwork trying to defend his keep. The Master of Time, while not usually a fighter, put up a valiant fight. Why? Didn’t he work with them to bring about his end?

He remembers hearing a scream— painted and ecto-curdling.

Pariah knows it came from Clockwork. But when he went looking for them, he couldn’t find them anywhere. He could still feel their presence, however, but it was faint.

He thought the worst in that moment and was blinded by rage.

For some reason, he can’t remember anything beyond that point. He can’t recall exactly what he did. And he can’t explain it at all.

From his prison now, Pariah knows he will never see Elsewhere. He will never see what became of his lover. He will never know if they truly betrayed him or not. He will never know if they were ever completely honest with him.

Then again, was he completely honest with them?

Was there ever an honest word between them?

Were they ever meant to be?

His core aches as his once grand dreams crumble before his eyes.

He used to have it all.

Now he has all of nothing.

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spectral-snippets-and-drabbles · 10 months

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New Leaf!Au

Danny successfully completed his training to ascend to the throne and is taking a well earned vacation to celebrate. The time for said vacation time is a surprisingly long, long vacation but one he was happy to take one nonetheless! So he decided to travel the multiverse and found one that had heroes!

Surely he could finally kick back, relax and watch them handle things without his help, right? Especially after aiding them in taking down the guy with funny lazer eyes (he tore Darkseid to pieces in front of said heroes for them).

...Right?

After much gaslighting, feigning innocence, and speaking half-truths on his part, Danny is able to convince them that he's an alien that was the last of his kind with very few memories left of who he was. Thankfully, Martian ManHunter's mind reading abilities don't work on ghosts, so it made him sell his pitch all the more easily.

"I cannot sense them anymore...I am alone...Will I die alone too?"

So now the league of heroes with a bleeding heart take him in and give him a place to stay as a reserve member. After being told that his kind age rather slowly and that he's still considered a youngling, Dinah thinks socializing with younger people will do wonders for Phantom.

And for a while, things are going good until a certain Hellblazer comes rushing to the Leauge to inform the Leauge that the Infinite Realms has been ruined by Pariah Dark and freaks out when he sees Phantom wearing the Ring of Rage.

Something only one Ghost Royalty can wield. Pariah Dark was the last known King of the Realms.

However, due to a lack of knowledge from on the Infinite Realms' practices and culture, they can only speculate what the happened before Phantom found himself wandering around the place. This causes everyone to go crazy with several conspiracy theories.

The most popular ones are as follows, not in any specific tank or order:

1) Phantom has the Ring of Rage on his ring finger. Specifically, on his left ring finger.

Which has some speculating that he was the husband/consort/favored concubine to the king and was offered it to become Pariah's beloved. With all of his injuries, it's assumed Dark's enemy's tortured Phantom to the point of memory regression and so the enraged monarch sacked the Realms to either find him or enact revenge.

Phantom did mentioned he probably had children (Dan and Dani) and that his 'kind' don't need to be male and female exclusively to have offspring.

(He used Box Ghost and Lunch Lady as reference.)

2) Constantine with the knowledge of how one becomes king.

It's possible that Phantom took the title of King after challenging Pariah Dark to one on one combat and suffered a serious blow to his head in the fight to usurp the Tyrant, causing his amnesia.

Medical scans revealed a healed scar on the side of his head under his hair, giving some support to the theory. If that's the case, then their friend is a potential warrior king lost in the Land of the Living!

3) Constantine is taken at face value.

Phantom is Pariah Dark. When his subjects made a move to kill him, they failed and somehow banished him to the realm of the living in exile. If Phantom regained these old memories and truly was the old warlord standing before them, the Leauge would have to make contingency plans to eliminate him, as he laid one of the afterlives to near irreparable ruin.

(Batman's infamous paranoia makes things worse to the point where Danny may flee the universe if he were to use a contingency on him...everyone disliked that!)

4) A Victim of unjust Betrayal?

During his talks with Martian ManHunter, Phantom talked about pieces of memories of ungrateful people and how they saw him as a menace, even though he did everything possible to keep them safe. Everything became a blur after his last encounter with his enemies but couldn't recall what happened next. When he came to, the place was in ruin.

(So it's possible he pulled a Lobo, lashed out in his panicked state and damaged the realms under extreme stress after being harmed by the denizens of the Realms before running away to escape.)

5) Regressed through other means?

Constantine knows that some ghosts have an initial form after death, so he believes that there's a chance that Phantom is Pariah Dark just before he used his powers to become the Evil King, his amnesia making him regress back to the moment before he makes a final decision.

• Some Leaguers believe he's a ticking time bomb if he regained his old memories. One that they probably can't stop, as Constantine and the other magic users can sense some serious God-like power emanating from the Phantom and who definitely has legions of undead armies at his command with forgotten knowledge that would make Apokolips look tame in comparison.

• The others who are more compassionate believe that this could be a chance to help nudge Pariah Dark onto a better path to avoid becoming evil again. Better to help walk a just path and not give him a reason to believe the Leauge would harm him.

One things for certain; everyone believes Phantom is at the critical moment on the crossroad again that could very well make or break the safety of the both the Infinite Realms and Multiverse.

So they'll help him go down the path of Justice.

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