#fluffy!phan

[fairylightspml]

i’m watching heartstopper and this shit is so CUTE :,)

[amid-fandoms]

nobody understands the layered love i feel for phil's messy peter pan hair

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Unapologetically cute and fluffy fic based on that moment of Dan in the last video

Love, September

Rating: G

Words: 1,020

Summary: They say you can tell someone's in love by the moments they capture on camera.

Dan and Phil on a scenic autumnal walk in the woods, as seen through the videos they take of each other.

[lesbianphan]

Gentle

(One-shot: 1,8k words)

Summary: Phil doesn't really look at photos of their faces that much. Truthfully, there's only so many gifs, followed by people pointing out how utterly hopelessly in love you and your partner look at each other that you can actually absorb. Phil's brain feels like mush sometimes, with the amount of feeling right there, displayed for the world to see. This livestream was special though - in so many ways, - and he found himself transfixed by the animated images of Dan's gentle touching of his face, feeling some kind of cosmic shift happening on screen, the realization on the tip of his tongue.

Just a fluffy thinkpiece on their current content, and all the little moments they decided to share with their audience these past few months.

Read on AO3

[rakshasmoke]

Holly shit chewtoy ref update???

Still a wip but I drew his grunt design now lol

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

hi does anyone have any dnp fic recs where they're sad and struggling and then they meet each other and slowly get better. and then they fall in love.

[badhabitnun]

may i request a dnp doodle 👉🏻👈🏻 whatever you're inspired to create <3

oh this is so not what you were hoping for but i’ve been wanting to draw a love bullet au of dnp for so long… it’s one of my favorite wlw stories from this year!

it’s a manga about a world where people who die before they’ve fallen in love for the first time become cupids and must help living humans find love until they can eventually come back to life— i think it has lots of potential, and it also hurts like hell:) i wonder where phil is…

[zaachknight]

the way I didn't even take into account how the boys look when I was reading it so I made up my own version... they look nothing like the fancasts I will kms

[it-wasntaphase]

dan and phil and cats

[simplydnp]

You and other anon are so brave for saying you like Dan's short hair. I said I liked Phil's hair with shorter sides in my twitter group chat and nearly died

look i do my best not to lie to you all okay. and if that means throwing myself to the wolves sometimes even though i'm right, i'll do it 😔

[fer3112]

Are you seeing the curls? Going feral

[ferallester]

happy Christmas Eve, y’all, let’s hope tomorrow’s wedding gives me the inspo I need to finish my wip proposal fic!

[lesbianphan]

Easy

Pairing: Phan

Genre: Fluffy one-shot

Words: 1K

Summary:

"Looking back at life, sometimes, it seems impossible that things can still be this blissful, despite all the stress of the early years, and all the uncertainties that come with the kind of work they do. He feels Dan’s arms comfortably resting around his body and sighs, melting into it, head pillowed against his boyfriend’s chest. He feels so heavy with exhaustion, he might as well fall asleep any moment and have an unplanned nap in the middle of the day, just to feel something."

or a tiny oneshot to get back into the swing of posting phanfic

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A/N: This is fully unbetaed so sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this at work when I was bored and sleepy.

Looking back at life, sometimes, it seems impossible that things can still be this blissful, despite all the stress of the early years, and all the uncertainties that come with the kind of work they do. He feels Dan’s arms comfortably resting around his body and sighs, melting into it, head pillowed against his boyfriend’s chest. He feels so heavy with exhaustion, he might as well fall asleep any moment and have an unplanned nap in the middle of the day, just to feel something.

“Can ya move?” Dan grumbles, but his arms contradict him by hugging Phil close, like a huge uncoordinated kid with his favorite teddy “You’re heavy, bitch!”

“‘Am not,” he says simply, smiling, a mocking tone to his voice “‘cause it didn’t stop you last night, after you had your way with me.”

“Oy,” Dan complains, loudly, “that’s so different and you know it! Seriously, Phil, we bought a big couch just so we didn’t need to be squished like this all the time, you oaf, let me vibe in peace” he halfheartedly pushes at Phil, finally letting go of the embrace, and he feels like whining about the loss.

“You love me,” Phil deepens his voice, eyes meeting Dan’s, and watches him gulp. He moves ever closer, so the air that leaves his lungs hits Dan on his neck, right on his weak spot, “I bet I could change your mind if I really want to… I don’t even have to try that hard,” his tone is sultry, and it’s already doing things to Dan’s breathing pattern.

“Y-yeah?” he asks, his whole demeanor shifting slightly, suddenly interested in being close.

“Uh huh,” Phil replies, simply, letting his lips touch Dan’s neck and hearing his breath hitch. He ghosts his hands over the other side of Dan’s neck as he goes, and his boyfriend actually moans, before he catches himself. Phil giggles, laying back down, comfortably as he was before on Dan’s chest, no second intentions in sight, “see? Told you I can always change your mind, Danny-boy.”

“Fuck you!” He grumbles, but his hands betray him again, and he’s curling his finger through Phil’s blond hair, messing it up, petting him as a way to calm his fidgeting hands “you know I’m sensitive, it doesn’t prove anything.”

“Sure, okay,” he yawns, relaxing mostly on top of Dan still, comfortably.

“Phil, seriously,” Dan complains, again, shaking him a bit, “if you fall asleep in the middle of the day you’re gonna get a headache and complain about it for at least 12 hours, and you know it.”

“Ugh, fine,” Phil whines, getting up and stretching his arms and back, legs entangled with Dan’s still, “you’re no fun!”

When he looks back, Dan’s eyes are transfixed on the little bit of skin of his tummy caused by his stretch, and he grins, catching him in the act.

“Shut up!” Dan whines, “not a fucking word!”

“Wasn’t gonna,” he smiles big and pecks Dan on the lips, standing up, “I’ll even forget about it if you make some cof”

“Needy,” is all Dan says before he also gets up, following Phil to the kitchen, “who knew you’d be so high maintenance way back in the day. Is it my fault, have I created a monster?” he wonders aloud.

“Fan me with a leaf,” Phil quotes back at him, sitting down and lounging on their breakfast bar, “P mug, please. Matchies?” he asks, turning his big-blue-eyed power to the max, knowing Dan doesn’t know how to say no to it, hasn’t learned even after so many years of living together..

Dan doesn’t say anything; instead, he just picks up both their mugs, muttering something about grown men making their own damn coffee. Phil knows he doesn’t mean any of it, so he smiles big and waits for his cup to be placed on his grabby hands, as Dan slides next to him on the bar stool, with his D mug cradled close, already losing himself on his phone screen.

Phil just smiles, grabbing Dan’s free right hand with his left, while he sips at his coffee in silence. It doesn’t take more than a second for him to feel brown eyes boring into his skull, silently questioning why they’re holding hands right now, probably. Phil shakes his head once and squeezes once, sighing in contentment at their activities.

When he glances back, Dan is staring at him intently, his face always filled with so much awe and admiration, it warms him up faster than the coffee ever could. He sways their hands gently and admires his partner’s features, all perfectly him, and calm, and safe. He still sees all of the Dans from their past in there, somewhere, but every new version is always his absolute favorite by far, every time. Dan raises one eyebrow questioningly, a silent check-in to make sure he’s okay, that this isn’t a silent cry for help or something. Phil nods and plays with Dan’s fingers, absentmindedly. His boyfriend tries to hide a huge smile by taking a sip of his drink, but Phil is faster, poking his dimple happily.

“I saw that!” he giggles, still playing with Dan’s hand in his, pliant and his, “caught you in the moment, bitch””

Dan just laughs his loud infectious laughter, which makes him snort a little and make the goofiest noises. When he stops laughing, Dan meets Phil’s eyes and comes closer, immediately kissing him deeply, hand still clasping Phil’s, using his dominant hand to hold onto the back of Phil’s neck and bring them closer, always craving more. He sighs into Dan’s mouth, always hot and flustered when things get intense, knowing it means so much to both of them to still have this feeling all these years into it. As they break apart, Phil realizes he’s pretty much sitting on Dan’s lap by this point, breathless and messy, just like a teenager, still.

“We’re not young enough for breakfast bar activities anymore,” Phil jokes, messing with Dan’s curls, “let’s take this back to bed, yeah?”

“Okay, old man,” Dan teases, “after you.”

And if he feels Dan’s eyes following him on the way out, fixed on his ass as he wets his lips, well, he can’t help but think happiness has never come easier.

[rakshasmoke]

Guys please I love them all I dunno who to choose

[justiisms]

*the queen of the waffles has been summoned!! the moment duchess smelled waffles she eagerly makes her way to the kitchen, the happy kitty now sitting right beside the counter while her tail slowly swishes back and forth! and when she actually sees the waffles she'll give a polite 'mrrr?' as she stares up at the person who's making it with some pleading, big, ol' eyes!! she would like a waffle, please~!!*

Phan has made some waffles! As she sits down with her plate, she was wondering in her head when a certain waffle queen will smell them and start speeding inside... and before she knew it, Duchess appeared, much to her delight~! "There she is~! The waffle queen is heeere!"

She coos at the little 'mrr' Duchess gives, and of course wastes no time in putting a waffle on a plate for her, before dicing it into lots of smaller piece so she can eat it! "Of course you can have one, sweetie! It's much fun to share together, so let's both enjoy our little waffles~!" In fact, she picks up a piece of it, to hold it up to her mouth!

"Say 'ahhhh'~!"

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Love, Eternal // [Part II]

Pairing | Phantom x Sister!Reader

Word count | 881

⚠️ Warnings | Reader uses she/her pronouns, (y/n) is used once. There is a small ritual scene. TW for murder ghouls, blood, injuries, assault, violence, and death.

Plot Summary: Today was Phantom's summoning day, a special occasion akin to a birthday. Eager to surprise him with a homemade cake, you realize you're missing ingredients and head into town. On the way back, you encounter trouble with some members of the Catholic church that changes the course of your life in the Ministry - and with Phantom - forever.

A/N: I'm so sorry Phantom, no one deserved this. It was supposed to be a fluffy birthday fic I swear!

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“Peace be upon you, Sister. If we can even call you that.”

Glaring over your shoulder, you saw two members from the Catholic church up the road approach behind you. They loved to take turns hanging around the front gate and tormenting the Siblings. The first nuisance was a few inches taller than the other, both still being larger in stature than yourself. The taller one was thinner in frame, with short curly hair. While the smaller one clearly hit the gym, his biceps straining against a shirt you knew was definitely a size too small.

“Where’s your gang of freaks? I thought you people always had guard dogs when you went to town?”

You just ignored them, as you were taught to do, and kept walking. The sound of their shoes on the gravel getting louder and louder. Their pace hurried as they continued to stalk behind you.

“C’mon, we just wanna talk!” The taller one yelled. 

“Yeah! We want to convert!” The shorter one snickered, “you wouldn’t turn away willing converts would you?”

You suddenly stopped in your tracks, unwilling to put up with their taunts any longer. They were not going to ruin Phantom’s big day. 

“You know what–” 

Unfortunately, as you spun around to confront them, they happened to be a lot closer than you originally thought. The taller one already making his way behind you. His shorter accomplice roughly grabbing the bag off your shoulder and laughing as he threw it on the ground, crushing the newly bought ingredients under his boot. The purple food colouring appearing black in the moonlight as it splattered over the stones of the driveway, not unlike blood.

The shorter assailant grabbed your wrists and held them tightly behind your back with ease. The taller fiend wrapped his arm across your collarbone and around your neck, holding you still. You tried to wiggle and break free, you tried to bite or scream but a hand quickly found its way over your mouth as a third man slowly approached. 

The third assailant was different from the other two, clearly the leader of this gang. He was a larger, well-built man with short hair you thought to be blonde (though it was too dark to really tell). His hairstyle looked like it belonged at a country club. His face was covered with a black bandana, leaving only his hazel eyes visible under the night sky. He stood before you and stared, not a single emotion to be found on his face as he adjusted the black leather gloves, placing brass knuckles through the fingers of his right hand.

You shut your eyes, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. Silently pleading, no... desperately praying you were close enough to the Abbey for somebody to hear your muffled screams.

Swiss and Rain were slowly running out of ideas to keep Phantom distracted. Taking care of the small ghoul, in general, was as bad as trying to look after a kit. However, because it was his summoning day, he was insufferable - and they were powerless to do anything about it. 

The two ghouls in charge of him looked at one another, silently wondering what was taking you so long. You had been gone for over 2.5 hours and they both knew it only took an hour to get to town and back. Shrugging it off, they figured you had forgotten to tell them you were back and went straight to the kitchen instead, to avoid further delays to Phantom’s surprise.

Midway through enthusiastically telling the older ghouls a ‘fascinating’ story, Phantom suddenly froze. His nose pointed high as he sniffed the air, tail twitching as he looked around with worried eyes.

“Guys,” he said, looking at his brothers with a concerned expression. “I think (y/n) is in trouble.”

Swiss casually leaned back into the couch, “Ha, that’s a good one! I don’t smell anything except for the kitchen staff whipping up some mean lamb chops for dinner. I know you’re itching to see her, she’s probably just busy, Bug.”

“Trust me, she hasn’t forgotten.” Rain chimes in.

Phantom squeezed his eyes shut as he exhaled in frustration. Sniffing around again to confirm his suspicion, his tail went rigid as he picked up that strange scent once again. 

“No, I’m serious, something's not right. I have to go.” He said before rushing out of the den, following a faint wisp of your scent mixed with fear…

And blood.

Swiss and Rain immediately jumped up, not smelling anything out of the ordinary themselves, and ran after the spooked ghoul. Passing by Dewdrop, they dragged him along just in case the young ghoul was right. Dew was more than happy to tag along if it meant the possibility of discarding some ungrateful souls.

Phantom, well ahead of his packmates, threw open the large double doors of the Ministry and jumped over the front steps. The gravel spitting behind him as he sped down the driveway, your scent growing stronger with each step.

He skidded to a halt as he saw your visibly lifeless body laying near the gated entrance of the Abbey. Quickly making his way to your side, he gently picked you up and cradled your broken body in his lap. Ignoring the pain of the rocks and stones cutting into his legs, he attempted to calm his breathing once he noticed the rise and fall of your chest. Thank the dark Father you were still alive.

“Oh, Satan,” he choked out, his lavender eyes welling with tears as your face turned towards him. Your one eye swollen shut and your face adorned with all kinds of bruises and cuts.  Blood decorating your face like a painting and seeping through your outfit onto the gravel underneath.

“Hi,” you wheezed, trying to force a smile through the swelling.

“I can fix this,” Phantom sobbed as he frantically looked at the extent of your injuries. “I can fix you. You’re going to be just fine. Aether has been teaching me a lot, I know I can fix this,” he rambled.

Phantom’s violet Quintessent glow illuminated under his grey skin as he carefully ran his hand over your many wounds. The smaller cuts closing and reopening as he worked against his emotions. He placed his hand with the utmost care over a large cut on your cheek and forcefully shut his tear soaked eyes. Willing the Dark One to give him the power he needed to save you as he felt your essence begin to slowly slip through his fingers.

The other ghouls halted their run, looking on in horror as they saw the scene before them.

“Help me, please!” Phantom screamed in anguish.

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