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snufkins-boot · 5 months

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Dc x dp idea: time travel yaaaay

Danny, Sam and Tucker get back from fixing some errors in the time line in France just before the French Revolution.

And sure Danny got mistaken for a French aristocrat that had died the day before they got there but it wasn’t to bad, it only made their jobs easier. It won’t be a problem for them.

Meanwhile Constantine, Batman and whoever the fuck else (imma say Hal, I love that green bitch) are exploring an abandoned manor in France after there being reports of strange, violent activity, and with their latest teammate Phantom not picking up their calls Constantine had to pull these two with him instead.

“Hey guys, Phantom’s a ghost, right?”

Hal sounds hesitant as Constantine replies

“Yes, why?”

“I think I found a picture of him living.”

and there on the wall is a picture of a long dead french aristocrat, with black hair and blue eyes but every other detail the same as Phantom’s

There on the wall sits a photo of Daniel Nightingale, a teenager who was possessed by a demon and killed two servants, then himself.

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localcultleadr · 4 years

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Stuck at home ( 2/6 ) - Julian x GN!Reader

Hey ! Hope you’re safe and taking care of yourselves you beautiful people. Here’s what would be to not be self-isolating with Julian.

A lil bit smutty, minor please don’t interact

You didn’t know how much dark-like-your-soul coffee you ingested in the last twenty-four hours but you were sure that you had more caffeine than blood in your veins right now. It was the only thing that could get you to still be able to stand and function, even if barely for the latter. You didn’t want to let Julian behind and he wouldn’t budge : his presence was needed, there were too many patients and too little staff. Earlier this evening you did take a little nap, one hour max, before being called again to help with a patient suffering from respiratory distress.

When the issue with the patient was finally settled, you couldn’t help but slump on the first chair available. Your head was pounding, your breathing was shallow and short and your legs were painful. You could even feel your magic getting weaker and weaker as the weariness clouded your mind. You closed your eyes for a little bit, wincing under the sting that was piercing your eyelids and waiting for the sweet release of death.

After some time, you didn’t know if it was closer to a minute, a hour or a day as time didn’t seem to exist in the realm of the clinic, you felt a cold hand on your forehead and your eyes. With a moan of relief you couldn’t help but grab said hand to make sure that the wonderful feeling would stay here longer. A breathy laugh responded to your gesture :

“ Why don’t you go home darling ? You look exhausted. “ He lifted his hand from your face making you groan slightly at the lost of contact. Finally opening your eyes, you noticed the dark bag under the visible eye of your lover and the ashen complexion of his face.

“ Would you come home with me ? ” You asked, tracing soothing circles on the hand still in yours, making your best puppy eyes at your lover.

“ You know I can’t beautiful… “ At least, he looked torn about it, but it didn’t change anything, if he was staying, you were staying too. Without you, this man was a walking disaster who could easily work for twenty-something hours before beginning to think that something was wrong.

“ Then I’ll stay. “

“ Hell no. “ Barged Mazelinka, a heavy pot full of magical soup in her hands, lifting it like it was the lightest thing in the world and not an iron kettle full of what would be the patients’ lunch tonight. “ Both of you, out, I don’t want to see you until the day after tomorrow. “ You breathed a sigh of relief, said reaction did not stay unnoticed from the other two :

“ Ilya, they look like they’re going to faint at anytime from now and we don’t have any more bed for them. Go home. ”

Julian looked split, looking respectively at the door where multiple patients were waiting for him and at you, the love of his life, who look on the verge of dying on the spot. Something that did happened once in the past and he was not actively searching to live through this again. He helped you get up from the chair :

“ Fine we’re going but if there is a problem, send someone please. “

“ Sure sure, now out : I don’t want to see you two until you look human again. “

He send her a cheeky smile before leaving his farewell. Yourself couldn’t totally believed it, you were quite sure that it was your sleep-deprived brain that was messing with you. However, you still had Julian’s solid presence beside you while you were walking, or trying to at least.

The streets were nearly totally empty, only a few brave souls would dare to go out with the self-isolation order from the comtess, especially this close to the last plague outbreak which made so much victims a few years ago. You could feel the atmosphere is your bones, your magic and if you concentrate, you could even smell a faint odor of ashes. It did make you wake up brutally a few times in those last days, you even had to check the Lazaret by yourself while Julian was resting from a hard day of labor. You knew obviously that Nadia would never something so disgusting but you couldn’t help it, you had to see it.

There were nothing more than the ashes and the ghosts of a past long forgotten you left last time you came You did stay a few hours sitting on the shore before coming back to Julian, who was this close to crying, and Asra, deeply worried for you. It did take you a few hours to convince them that everything was alright and even then, your lover insisted for you to stay home for the day.

The epidemic did rise some unpleasant feeling when it began to spread around Vesuvia but now, you were feeling much better. Most likely due to the fact that you were simply too tired to even think of a life outside the clinic so your own inner dark stuff could kindly fuck off.

You stumbled over your own feet, lost in through, but at least Julian was paying attention so he did catch you. You end up face pressed against his torso. Instinctively, you threw your arms around him, burying your nose in his coat, moaning from the pleasure such contact brought in you. You didn’t know that you were this touch starved but when Julian tried to push you as gently as he humanly could, especially because he loved the hug as much as you did but he didn’t like sharing too much contact before cleaning up, doctor’s order :

“ Sweetheart… you’re making it hard for me too but let’s get cleaned before eh… jumping on each other. ”

Separating yourself from him earned Julian a dirty look, at least he looked bashful about it.

“ Ah... my love, I promise that I’m going to care of you.”

“ Not if I’m doing it first.” You said, undressing himself openly with your eyes, leaving what you were planning in the expectation of his own mind. He blushed furiously, his gaze stuck on the ground and his lips between his teeths. Taking things in charge, you took his hand and literally run to your home. You knew that such display of domination were an effective turn on for Julian. It reminded you vaguely of the time where you had to flee from the guards so long ago it seemed like an another life.

When you finally came home to the house you were sharing with Julian, you couldn't help but wince at the state of it. You loved taking care of your medicinal plants garden but they were all dying as if the state of the population was influencing them, you knew obviously that it was the lack of care and water but still. You lifted the spell left on the door before inhaling deeply the faint scent of you home : encent, paper, a bit of dust and Julian cologne’s which seems to linger on everything, even on you.

Julian suspended his coat on the hook while you threw yours somewhere, too happy to be home to really care. He looked a bit calmer and seemed more eager to care for you two before doing the do.

When you, rarely, came home from the clinic, the first step was always to clean up yourself thoroughly. Sure, you would both changes clothes or wash your hands before leaving work but you were thinking that it was a necessity to keep the virus outside the comfort of your home, and especially your bed. The safest place out of all.

Now, it was hard to contain yourself to go straight to bed but you were dirty and hungry, for food and for your lover’s backside as he was stretching, babbling about what you were going to eat tonight :

“ I was thinking of something fast and easy but huh, it was so long since we could share a meal together that I’m tempted to make something special. What would you prefer darling ? I was thinking of- “

You brutally cut him in his ramble by putting both of your hands on his ass, enjoying the feeling of it. He nearly strangled over his last words but you were sure that he was going to be fine, at least enough for what you had planned :

“ We’re going to do something fairly simple tonight, we have all day tomorrow to cook a nice meal. I see that Mazelinka did bring us some stew, that’s what we are going to eat. While you heat it, I’ll be upstairs changing the sheets and drawing us a bath. Then, if you’re a really good boy, I’ll fuck you silly in our bed. Maybe multiple times if you’re especially nice. It that okay with you ? “

He didn’t turn to face you but you could see the tips of his ears reddened, you gave it a light bit making your lover shudders. He nodded multiple time, eager to please you.

“ Use your words baby ”

“ yes please, anything you want, love, please, please “

You squeezed one last time the perfect ass of your lover before attending to your missions to make sure that your evening would be as nice as possible, leaving behind a stuttering mess of a Julian, whom you saw trying multiple time to get a flamme under the pot before finally asking the stove salamander to do it for him.

#julian devorak #julian x mc #julian x apprentice #julian x reader #the arcana #The arcana game #The arcana hcs #the arcana headcanons #fluff #self-isolation

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joonique · 7 years

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Cub // Phan // Parent!Phan AU

Warnings: None Words: 1.2k Tags: Parent!phan, Adoption, fluff

Please note that this is purely fictional. If any details written in this story are in any way inaccurate, then please keep this in mind

also, I tried putting this on an actual blog made for phanfics (URL: phanfiction-from-a-soft-boye) but I don’t think it posted properly because I don’t think it was showing up in the tags. Whatever. I’ll figure it out. Until then, enjoy!.

also, just know that I wrote this originally of AO3 under the name ‘smoltrashcan’. Any relation to any other stories, which is possible idk, is a complete coincidence.

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Dan gulped nervously, a death grip on his husbands hand. Phil looked Dan in the eyes, making sure he was okay.

“Bear? Everything alright?” He asked, slightly worried. Dan gave a light smile and nodded, not saying anything. The truth is that he was nervous than he had ever been and probably ever would be. Phil could tell this straight away and lightly pecked him on the cheek. The two of them were waiting in an office of an adoption centre, waiting for someone to come and tell them if they were going to be parents or not. Both of them were terrified, Dan was just being a more clear about it. They were both silent for a minute, neither of them really knowing what to say in this situation.

“Phil, I’m scared.” Dan admitted, his eyes filling with tears. Phil brought Dan’s hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. “What if we’re not good parents? What if the kid grows up and decides it hates us? I’m so scared.“

“Dan, you don’t need to be scared. I can tell you right now, when and if everything goes okay and we take our little boy or girl home, everything will be fine. You and I are going to be the best damn dads ever and the kid is going to love us even when we’re ghosts, okay?” Dan shrugged, but smiled with gratitude. Then his face fell again.

“What if something happens to us? What if we end up dying in some way and there’s nobody to look after them? What-” Dan rambled. Phil cut him off by kissing him on the lips. Dan melted against Phil’s lips and calmed down slightly.

“Everything will be fine.” Phil whispered. Dan leant against Phil’s chest, resting his head on his shoulder. They stayed like this until they heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Dan Howell and Phil Lester?” A woman called. This was is. She was going to tell them if they were going to be taking a child home at some point. Dan looked Phil in the eye.

“Yes, that’s us.” Phil answered, his palms sweating.

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Neither Dan nor Phil couldn’t stop smiling as they left the building. The woman, who turned out to be a social worker named Janice, had told them exactly what they wanted to hear. That everything had gone well and that they were welcome to come back to choose which child they wanted to take home. They couldn’t believe it. Dans fears went away as soon as he heard this, and were replaced by pure joy. Dan kept muttering ‘oh my god’ happily to himself, whilst Phil was purely speechless. They were going to be parents.

“See? There’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Everything is - and always will be - fine.” Phil reassured Dan. Dan blushed slightly. Phil smirked and lightly kissed Dan on the cheek.

“I still cannot believe this. This is absolutely mental.” Dan expressed, just about processing what had just happened. Phil smiled. He loved seeing Dan happy. “I guess the next part is choosing a kid?”. Phil laughed at how that sounded.

“'Choose a kid’?” Phil giggled. Dan rolled his eyes, still smiling. “I know what you mean, though. And, yeah, that is the next step, I guess. Wow.” He could hardly believe it either. This was actually happening.

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER

Dan groaned as he awoke in the middle of the night by a screaming baby. Phil was still fast asleep, being the heavy sleeper that he was, so Dan took matters into his own hands and pushed the covers off of his body and got out of bed, making his way out of the room. He walked along the hallway sleepily, opening the door to the nursery that he and Phil had built with the help of Phil’s brother. Pressed against the wall was a crib that they had painted a light shade of purple. Dan made his way over to it, and looked at the tiny human laying inside. The child they had picked was a tiny baby girl who they had named Ember.

“Hey Emmy.” Dan cooed, delicately picking the crying baby up and cradling her in his arms, balancing her on his chest. She lightly gripped Dan’s t-shirt, holding it slightly in her mouth. Dan could tell that she was hungry, so he temporarily put her back in her crib and went downstairs to get a bottle. He quickly mixed some formula for her and poured it into her bottle, being careful not to spill any, and went back upstairs, picking the child back up and positioning her in order to feed her. He watched as the baby began suckling on the bottle, and ended up getting immersed in his own thoughts.

Him and Phil had been parents for no longer than four days, but it still felt like yesterday that they had adopted her. He felt a little bit silly for how scared he was beforehand. As soon as he held the little baby in his arms, he felt his entire perspective of the world change. She was officially his. Him and Phil were officially parents and would be for the rest of their lives.

He ended up being so far in his own little bubble that he didn’t hear the door close behind him, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt two arms wrap around his waist. Phil had woken up, and was now staring at the baby as well. They were both so attached to her already, they could hardly believe it. Was this supposed to happen? They didn’t care. All that mattered to them was making sure that the three of them were all happy and healthy. Phil pressed his lips against Dan cheek.

“Morning.” He whispered, sleepily. Dan chuckled. It was the morning - 3 o'clock in the morning. Dan nuzzled against Phils jaw, making sure not to rip the bottle out of Emmy’s mouth. “Is the little cub okay?”. Dan nodded in response. Phil had taken to calling her a cub, due to his husbands nickname being Bear. Dan honestly found it so adorable.

“You go back to sleep, I’m almost done here.” Dan told Phil, not wanting to deprive him entirely of sleep. Phil smiled but shook his head. Dan pouted. He then suddenly felt Emmy’s mouth ease up on the bottle, meaning she was full. Dan took the bottle away, just to have it ripped out of his hand by Phil, who walked out of the room to take the bottle back downstairs, whilst Dan put the baby back into her crib.

When he was sure she was asleep, he made his way out of the room and turned off the light. He walked down the hallway and went back into his bedroom, climbing into bed and pulling his covers back onto his body. Soon enough, he was greeted again by Phil, who slid into bed next to him.

They said nothing, and instead pressed their lips together, completely against each other. In a completely comfortable silence, they quickly exchanged ‘I love you’s and instantly fell back asleep.

…For about an hour, before the baby woke them up again.

Triv: the baby name happened when i was replaying Pokémon Heartgold.

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