#phan hurt/comfort

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ~

⟢ One-shot Danny Phantom — Genre: Angst / Hurt — TW: Emotional Distress — Rating: T — AU? — First Person’s POV

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There he was—there it was.

My reflection stared back, the green glow of my eyes erratic, flickering like a faulty lightbulb. I wasn’t just looking at myself—I was looking through myself, and I hated what I saw. Not just the face staring back, but the endless spiral behind it—pulling me deeper into some unknowable abyss.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the battle. That one battle. Not with a ghost, not with some lurking threat—but with myself.

The dark part of… me.

The part that had escaped.

Again.

I’d won, of course—I had to believe that. I was the good side of myself, wasn’t I?

The hero.

But winning didn’t feel like triumph. It felt like a delay. Some whispers of the future lingering behind me, leaning over my shoulders, suffocating me with their burden.

I was afraid of becoming him.

That dangerous, older me. That monstrous version of myself that had been waiting all along.

All the—what ifs—it claws at the edges of my thoughts, unraveling my already frayed mind.

What if I couldn’t stop it? What if I was already becoming that monster? What if it was inevitable?

I stared deeper into the mirror, my fists tightening until my nails bit into my palms through my white gloves. I thought about my family, my friends—the people who had always been there. I’d already pushed them away, hadn’t I?

Maybe they aren’t even my friends anymore. Maybe I don’t deserve them.

Sam and Tucker had gone to college, following their dreams like normal people. Jazz was too busy carving her own path to stay. And me? I had stayed behind in the crumbling town I couldn’t abandon, giving up my dream of going to space. Protecting people was my purpose now. At least, that’s what I told myself. But deep down, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Was it a noble choice—or a coward’s excuse?

You could still go. You could leave. You could be an astronaut. Fly into space. Fulfill the dream. Your dream.

But it wouldn’t be the same. Nothing ever would.

I gritted my teeth, my reflection rippling in the glass like a warped painting.

Happy thoughts, I told myself. But they didn’t come. They never did anymore. It was always easier to sink into the darker ones, to let them drag myself down into the undertow.

The mocking voices of ghosts, the weight of battles fought and won—none of it mattered in the face of the gnawing feeling in my chest.

My core.

It purred softly, a dissonant hum, both comforting and sinister.

It felt… so freaking wrong.

As if it didn’t belong to me anymore. As if Phantom—him was bleeding into me, hollowing me out from the inside.

My breath hitched. My fingers trembled as I gripped the edges of the sink. My eyes clenched shut, but it didn’t block out the image of myself—the warped, flickering, monstrous reflection staring back. I felt like a glass that was about to shatter, cracks spidering across my soul.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

I punched my palms tighter until the pain jolted me back. But the ache in my chest was worse. Phantom wasn’t just part of me. Phantom was me.

My breath staggered in my throat—a sob trembling on the edge of release. My knuckles ached, my chest burned, and that pressure—that suffocating pressure—kept building on.

“Get out of my head!” I screamed, my voice raw, ripping through the suffocating silence.

The sound reverberated in the tiny room, crashing into the walls and returning to me like a ghostly echo. My reflection flickered again—glowing red of Phantom’s eyes overtaking my own for the briefest moment before fading back into green.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Leave me alone!” I shouted again, this time so forcefully that my throat hurt, as though I was tearing myself apart. The sound cracked into a wail—an uncontrollable, heart-shattering release.

Green tears left cold trails down my cheeks as I screamed again, and again, and again… until the room seemed to quake.

The mirror shattered.

Shards exploded outward, raining onto the counter, the floor, my arms. A jagged piece nicked my cheek, drawing a thin line of green that dripped down onto my trembling hand.

I didn’t care.

My reflection was gone—splintered into a thousand fractured pieces scattered at my feet.

My knees buckled, and I barely caught myself against the sink. My hands shivered, slipping on the porcelain.

I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold tile, knees pulled to my chest. My hands tangled in my snow-white hair as sobs wracked my body. Every shuddering breath felt like it might break me further.

The shards of glass caught the dim light, a kaleidoscope of chaos surrounding me, reflecting parts of me I couldn’t escape from.

I clutched my chest, my core still purring that discordant frequency—like a faint, mocking laugh echoing from deep within.

“I’m scared,” I whispered to—no one. My voice cracked. “I don’t want to become… him.”

My words dissolved into another sob as I curled tighter, the shattered mirror fragments glinting like stars against the dark void I felt, pulling me under.

“I will never turn into you.”

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Okay. First time I drew Dan. I was scared. Scared of those eyes. Those eyes that pierced the whole time into mine—no, through mine. I should’ve waited with his eyes until the end, but of course, I didn’t.

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⟢ You can find my Phan fics here.

[blossoms-phan]

will never pass up the opportunity, so! i am asking. what are your phanfic recommendations?

ask (honoured!) and you shall receive bestie! quick preface: i returned to the wonderful world of reading phanfic around the start of this year and have admittedly missed out on years of incredible work i am now catching up on! also in terms of what i read i generally lean towards current-era fics, canon compliant/fluff/smut- although i'm always taking recs from lovely moots/whoever, you may find this isn't the largest range (no aus/long chapter fics or whatever) but this is just a selection of what i've discovered/loved in the past few months and i hope to make more of these as i discover more writings!

shoutout to everyone on here for their recs, all the incredible fanfic writers and the peeps at @phanfictioncatalogue for their work and accessibility and being the reason i discovered so many new fics/tropes i now love <3 ok lets get into ittttttttt

"you look at my face a lot" by natigail: i credit this fic for getting me into reading phanfic again in 2024 <3 one of the first ones i read post-hiatus and i've returned to it countless times! it makes my heart jump, just so sweet and so them. the slittening(s) were such an iconic moment i can't believe it's been 6+ months since them but i love the little moments like dan describing phil's hair colour to a sephora worker, always wanting to know more about each other and the soft intimacy.

"the angel in the marble" by ivylakes: OHH MY GOODNESS this one is artttt. this one is my fave of the post-phlondeing fics i can just see and feel everything that happens, the loving, lazy intimacy, and following this week's t-shirt events it absolutely cements my HC that angel is a nickname for our philly. introspection, hair-kissing, body worship- i eat it up (im having a thing for mirrors in fics rn so there's also that)

"slumber party" by possumdnp: if i wasn't already clear reality-based fics really just do it for me and i love this one!! slumber party is one of my favourite recent-ish gaming vids and i just love the cozy comfort vibes of having a sleepover and getting a little flirty with your best friend/crush going on 15 years <3

"after the birthday stream" by trashcanfromgallifrey: the birthday stream ignited something in all of us but this is just such a perfect depiction of (possible) events after hehe. feels so them, just love the loving intimacy and shower activities and fluffy endings with cake <3 (shoutout hannah ily!!)

"lovers, keep on the road you're on" by possumdnp: another personal fave. japhan 2019 is EVERYTHING to me, this is so lovely and well-researched and i just go in between reading this and watching the stories from it when i want to cry and book a flight to tokyo

"welcome home! (never leave that long again)" by natigail: this one is just soooooo soft and sweet and fluffy. so heartwarming and one of the many wad reunion fics that has my heart <3

ok i'm going to end up including all 40+ of my bookmarks (not a lot. but working on it hehe) if i don't stop myself so as much as i could write paragraphs about all of these just know that my PPA test is positive and i was probably sweating/giggling/kicking my feet at all of these so here's a speedrun list of pure smut (sorry it's a lot of what i read lmao):

"juxtaposition", "slow down", "sensitive", "some kind of mood" and literally everything written by the force that is intoapuddle

"come light me up" by JudeAraya (perhap not pure smut but I loveeee the teasing and characterization in this so so dan ugh)

"appreciation" by Scuddleduck

"a little vitamin D" by Spring_Haze

"good for you, good for you" and "under my thumb" by dvp_95

"lucky" by iihappydaysii

i could keep going but for now i'm going to stop here! i'm sorry if this is messy i have no idea what i'm doing with linking and stuff but i hope this introduces at least one person to a new fic they end up loving! i lurked/read sooo many fics before finally creating an a03 account only a little over a month ago so i def might be missing some i've forgotten to go back and bookmark! shoutout to all of these writers (i could include multiple works from them all u ppl are amazing)- again i'm soo open to discovering more phanfic and want to expand my horizons, i've started to read some chaptered fics i didn't include on here but will reblog more current reads where i can! also if we're moots pls shamelessly promote your works i'd love to check them out! need to start commenting more too but ok ok wrapping it up

[redclown19]

Day 27 of Cringetober! A redraw of my first ever post on here.

[achromatic-sky]

a Blackpool one shot, or when a plushie makes a weekend doomed by the circumstances all better.

inspired by that one-liner from the AmazingDan react - because sometimes a little roomba recycling is all it takes to create magic ✨

archiveofourown.org/works/61865803

Happy new year <3

[achromatic-bot]

I've decided we need an AU where Phil is the king of England and Dan is the Prime Minister.

[astradyke]

i don't get very personal on this blog because vulnerability is tricky and being vulnerable on the internet is infinitely trickier, and also this is a dan and phil blog, so this obviously hasn't come up but i've been having life realizations that have explained my affinity towards phanfictions that talk about chronic pain. i'm going to link three i like:

broken porcelain (put me back together baby) by tarredion

flares (and assorted series fics) by huphilpuffs (unfinished but all time favorite)

must have been the wind by dvp_95

but also like. dunno. this is a post for another day but... i really do appreciate how candidly dan and phil talk about their physical health. i'm not chronically ill (though that's maybe in question rn) nor do i have the specific experiences they do, but their openness about their physical health-- even if it might be societally "taboo"-- is so important for so many people and i'm realizing rapidly that i'm one of those people it has impacted so much. when i think about it i feel less like... scared, about falling in love someday while carrying all my own bullshit with physical health issues, because i see how the two of them support each other through their experiences.

all of the above fics are alternate universes -- the first and last i believe just refer to unspecified chronic pain (i might be wrong i haven't reread them in the last weeks or so) but the middle one is specifically about fibromalaygia-- but still, i dunno. dan and phil as creators but also fic writers have really affected me in a way that i think is like... going to do a lot of good. okay that's my midnight talk thanks. <3

[olymphianblood]

ok guys its not funny anymore when is d&p hard lauching im starting to getting anxious /hj

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Emotional Hurt/Comfort Masterlist

Links Last Checked: January 16th, 2024

antisocialites watch a wilting flower (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)

Summary: Phil's an emotionally attached and loving vet and Dan's the drained receptionist with no dreams at the animal shelter who reconnect over the poor, hurt puppy dropped off. Dan's boyfriend is their boss.

Closer To Where I Started (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: An onstage accident at a convention leads to a week of stress, nightmares, and evaluating life choices for Dan and Phil.

Daddy Phil (ao3) - ReederJoe

Summary: A day in the life of little!Dan and daddy!Phil. One-shot from Phil's POV.

Grounded (ao3) - AmazingFrerard

Summary: Dan only wanted Maltesers... how did it go so wrong in such little time? Can Phil help him before it's too late?

Heaven And Hell (Phan Fluff) (ao3) - thegirlwholikestowrite

Summary: Dan has a nightmare, Phil sleeps with him. Its light angst with fluff. They get deep and romantic.

Handle With Care (ao3) - DisasterSoundtrack

Summary: "Sticking to one person for a lifetime is not a waste of time or lack of better ones, it means you’ve found your place of eternity."

Phil reminisces about moments that made him realize how much he cares for Dan.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dan is feeling insecure, so Phil decides to show him that he is perfect.

Let The Salt Dry (ao3) - dandrogynous

Summary: “When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.”

- Aleksandar Hemon

2009 except Dan is a trans boy

Like A Shibe (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: After TATINOF, Phil's feeling insecure about how fans think of him compared to how they think of Dan. Why didn't he ever get to be drawn like a French girl in the stage show? Dan's always the sexy one. Dan tries to reassure him.

My Shipwrecked Heart (ao3) - outphan

Summary: After his heart gets broken, Dan Howell decides to chase one of his dreams: he enters a competition to go on a Mediterranean cruise! It comes true and along the way, something even better happens.

restless (ao3) - overwhelmedbysonder

Summary: Breathe. Just breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. In.

It’s not that I don’t try. I see my family, my friends, visiting with their faked smiles and forced laughter, desperately trying to pretend that things are fine, that nothing’s changed. I see them and I want to reach out, I want to look at them and smile and reassure them that I’m here and I’m fine and I’m here, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

Or, the one where Phil struggles with depression, PTSD and being mute, and Dan just wants to hug him.

Rise Again (ao3) - ColdPorridge22

Summary: Sequel to Phoenix Down. Can be read as a standalone, if you're not into the angst fest that was Phoenix Down.

After the events of Phoenix Down, the boys are home and they've just gotten together. Phil is still healing from his injuries, but that's not stopping the relationship from getting more and more physical as they explore this new side of them. And then of course, there's the issue of coming out...

Shut Your Mouth and Listen Closely (ao3) - SimplyUndead

Summary: Dan is mute with an unfortunate past. Phil is a nice boy with a warm heart and love to give.

Six Ravens (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan meets Prince Philip at a cyberbullying campaign, but what starts as a working relationship grows complicated when Dan realizes he’s falling for the prince and maybe, just maybe, he’s not alone in his feelings.

the water might be lovely (ao3) - isleofbants

Summary: Dan, utterly fed up with uni, runs away to the Isle of Man.

Seeking escape, he gets more than he bargained for when he rents a room out from happy-go-lucky, recent grad, Phil Lester.

Trust Me, I’m Broken Too (ao3) - natigail

Summary: The Lesters – the royal family of his homeland ��� was nothing like Dan thought they would be. Well, the King was just as horrible as he had heard but the King’s brother’s son, who was third in line for the throne, was nothing like Dan thought he’d be. Dan had been adrift for three years going from one “place of employment” to another, only his life was seen as worthless and he was more property than an employee. He had never imagined he’s end up as the property of Prince Philip.

The Prince had no intention of ever taking on a personal servant, which was a fancy name to disguise the fact a law essentially enslaved people. Phil often had to do things he didn’t want to or risk being removed from the succession to the crown. If that happened, who knew who his tyrant of an uncle would pick as a successor? When pressured into the choosing, he’d wanted to go for the most innocent, young girl, but hard brown eyes caught his attention instead.

Vacations, Hypochondriacs and a Little Bit of PTSD (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: Neither Dan or Phil saw this weekend as one to worry about. Dan was a great driver, even though he never really got a chance to show it, and when he asked their good friend Cat to borrow her car for a few days after Vidcon, of course, she trusted him with the keys.

wikihow to stop a divorce (ao3) - ivorycastle

Summary: Dan has finally shown that he's too difficult to love, and seldom to keep Phil inspired amidst the cold break that legally split the two flames apart. This house lease binds the two obnoxiously tight to each other like wild grapevines. Maybe this will grow over if the universe allows it to.

[hostess-of-horror]

Okay so with Phantom's likeness in the Melodic Gardens, I can't help but think about him going through the same experience on the planet as Allegra, only with a bit more, turbulence-

Like imagine Phantom crashing into the Melodic Gardens, falling into the Flooded Ruins and the Dorrie saves him. Allegra would help Phantom get better until he's able to leave, and teaches him about the planet's biophonies while he's there, maybe even show him how music is so important to one's mentality as well as the planet's environment

Phantom, ashamed of his ruined voice, resorted to fleeing from the public eye. He didn't have a destination, nor did he even care, for as long as he was far away from his damaged reputation. What was he without his song? Who was he without music? These questions and others like them flooded his mind... Until he found himself taking a plunge into an unfamiliar planet.

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He woke up to a dream-like world. There were colors all around - rich, vibrant pigments of the wild plant life surrounding him. As Phantom gathered his senses, his ears picked up the sounds of... music? Or rather, the twinkling of wind chimes? The crisp droplets of water? Yes. It was water. He could feel his drenched fur, his clothes completely soaked.

Great, as if he was not already pathetic as it is.

The water around him began to ripple, as waves grew bigger and bigger. Then, in a slight panic, Phantom picked up on the sound of rushing water. But before he could leave, a large wave crashed against him. He wiped his face, his makeup now smudged, as he turned to what caused the sudden splash. There before him was a massive creature looking down at him. It was big, and blue, and riding on its back was a long-haired Rabbid.

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That is such an interesting take on The Last Spark Hunter DLC! As I can tell, being your mutual, this is a cute hurt/comfort scenario between Phantom and Allegra. I like to think this is kind of similar to Howl's Moving Castle, Spirited Away, and My Neighbor Totoro, what with the "ending up in a whimsical world and learning lessons along the way" portion of it. As Allegra shows Phantom the biophonies of the Melodic Gardens, he begins to understand that the world around him is far more important than his ego. Not to mention, he would be in complete awe of the natural music the gardens produce.

[xfiles-fanfic-recs]

“In Good Hands” by X-Phan

September 25th, 2005

Scully is injured and temporarily becomes dependent on Mulder's care for even the most basic of needs.

NC-17, Smut, Hurt/Comfort

Link

Favorite Part

After Mulder reads the erotic novel and Scully's so worked up that she tries to masturbate to find relief. Of course, her injury causes a snafu that results in Mulder rushing in to help... in more ways than one.

Memorable Quote

Truthfully she really couldn't understand how no matter what he did for her or what humiliating position he saw her, he never did treat her any differently afterward. Maybe the why didn't matter so much? "It just feels like we're not on even footing here. I don't like it. At work you always make me feel that we're equal partners, no one is subordinate, despite the fact you’re technically head of the division. Here I'm the one always exposed, always open to scrutiny, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Trigger Warning: Diet Culture

During segments involving Mulder cooking for Scully, and a grocery store scene, diet culture's influence is pervasive in the dialogue. Thinness is discussed as being a prioritized standard and normalized discussions of limiting and anxiety about gaining weight.

[thehypnone]

Duality

WC: 3k

Relationship: Phantom/Aether

Tags: Sex As Self-Harm, Self-Destructive Behaviors, Depressive Episodes, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Binary AFAB Phantom, Spanking, Quintosis, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Painful Sex, Overstimulation, Safeword Use, Subdrop, Hurt/Comfort, Aftercare, Bathing

Some part of their brain turns off and while they pay it no mind, everybody else notices they get stuck in a self-destructive loop, sometimes for a week straight. Phantom does not realize what they are doing.

Notes: Mind the tags! Commission for @moldycantaloupe :3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Phantom gets…sad. Sometimes.

Everyone does, they have been taught that when they got summoned—that ghouls become more human once they end up Topside. It’s nothing especially worrying, Phantom thinks.

Except they miss a lot when they do get like that.

Some part of their brain turns off and while they pay it no mind, everybody else notices they get stuck in a self-destructive loop, sometimes for a week straight.

But Phantom does not realize what they are doing. They crave…things, feelings, that they usually do not. Or maybe they do? Why wouldn’t they, if nothing is wrong? If it is all normal, then what does it matter?

Sometimes they take their showers too hot. Sometimes they get clumsy around a hot stove or a sharp knife. Sometimes they miss the glass door is closed. Sometimes they lose count of their drinks.

All accidentally.

But most often it is their sexual preferences shifting and changing.

Phantom loves indulging in some less-popular kinks, but they tend to do that in a soft and gentle way. Even if they want to be hurt, they want it to be done with love. It might sound strange, but their pack knows them well enough already to always be able to fulfill their wishes.

That is why they always know when something is wrong. When Phantom asks for fast and rough sex; truly painful and emotionless.

If someone would ask Phantom what is wrong today, they would not answer. They would be confused; nothing is wrong, of course.

Maybe they have been feeling a little off lately, but nothing is wrong. 

Maybe that annoying itch to hurt is back, but nothing is wrong.

Phantom is smiling and laughing, so nothing is wrong.

When they get the idea—or rather finally give in to the urge—to visit Aether, it is only that: a visit. They are a ghoul, an inherently horny creature, so it is not surprising or out of ordinary. Nothing is wrong.

Aether has been working on and off in the infirmary this week; spending most of his time on paperwork in his room and only going up to help with patients once called for. He is shuffling some papers around his desk as the afternoon is slowly turning into the evening when there is a knock on his door.

“Hey, starlight,” Aether smiles at Phantom even before he turns—he can feel them. When he does turn around, though, he notices the way they are biting their cheeks from the inside, how they are picking at the skin around their nails, the dark circles under their eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Phantom does not reply, they just sigh and cross the short distance between them. Aether does not have time to blink before they are gluing themself to his chest and pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss.

Ah. So that is why they are there.

Aether knows this habit of theirs too well by now. They will get him worked up and in a few minutes they will ask to be  drugged with quintessence and pounded six ways to Sunday. Phantom always does that when they are feeling down, whether they realize it or not. Usually they go to Swiss or Cirrus, but they ask Aether for it just as frequently. 

“Phan–Phantom–” he tries, but the younger ghoul has him absolutely locked in the kiss, “slow down, starlight, let me–”

They do not, in fact, let him. They wrap their arms around his neck and their legs around his middle as they hop up to fully hang off of his bigger form. Aether can do nothing but hold them up so they do not fall; he would not let them do that.

He stumbles backwards and hopes the bed is as close as he thinks it is. They fall into the soft nest and Phantom cages Aether in now that they have ended up on top of him. They crash their lips together so hard the clank of their teeth is audible over the squeaks of the bed and their heavy breathing.

Phantom all but tries to devour Aether, kissing the breath out of him as he gropes and maps their little body out with his big hands. They long to feel his calluses on their skin, though, and so they pull back; only to rip their clothes off of themself. Aether mourns their old band t-shirt as he watches their claws pierce it and he knows his own is next in line.

The young quintessence ghoul behaves as if they have gone feral—Aether knows they have not. At least not in the stereotypical way, he supposes.

Both ghouls’ clothes get ripped off of them and Phantom moans at the sight of Aether’s big dick and fat, fuzzy balls. They lay over him to press their naked bodies together and sneak a hand between them to take the older ghoul’s cock in hand.

Aether sighs heavily at the subtle pleasure—just enough to take the edge off and slowly harden him up—and plants his own hands on Phantom’s plump asscheeks. He kneads the flesh and wonders if bruises in the shapes of his fingertips will bloom there for him to count later.

It takes no more than a few gentle, yet urgent, strokes of the young quintessence ghoul’s hand over Aether’s shaft to get him rock hard and beginning to drip.

“Want you to fuck me rough,” Phantom breathes heavily into his mouth and Aether’s cock kicks in their grip. “Shove me down with quintessence and stuff me full until I can’t think, y’know?”

“Uh–uh,” Aether replies intelligently, unable to tear his attention away from the warm body laid over him.

“Will you do that, Aeth? Please.”

He considers himself to be a rather assertive and not so easy to manipulate person, but having a desperate wiggly ghoul sprawled on top of him, all but begging for his cock…Well, let’s just say he is not thinking as clearly as usual. The red light in his mind that has lit up when Phantom came into his room gets duller and duller with every little kiss until it finally dies.

“Strip,” he growls, throwing Phantom off of his lap. They scramble to obey and Aether watches the smaller ghoul peel the remaining clothes off. There was not much of them in the first place—Phantom was hoping for this exactly, of course. “Hands and knees.”

Phantom obliges—pleased with the outcome of their visit—and hooks their tail high over their hip, presenting their holes for Aether, their cunt already wet and puffy. The other quintessence ghoul hums in approval and Phantom can feel the bed dip behind them when he gets closer.

They flinch at his heavy hand landing down on their bare ass cheek, but they don’t have much time to process before Aether is pumping them full of quintessence. Phantom’s arms give out under them and their fall face first into the mattress. Aether holds their hip possessively to keep them still as he plunges two fingers into their cunt with no preamble. Phantom moans—high and reedy—at the stretch of his thick fingers, but the fog in their mind quickly turns the feeling into nothing but dull pleasure.

Aether doesn’t waste his time on proper prep; he’ll fix them up later if they come out of this with any damage. He thrusts his fingers in and out a few times, just testing the tightness, before bringing them to his lips to lick Phantom’s slick off. He moans at the sweet, slightly metallic taste and in no time at all he is rising on his knees between their own to put the fat head of his cock against their drippy hole. With one hand on the back of Phantom’s neck he sends in another wave of quintessence into their brain as he slides in, stretching the smaller ghoul’s cunt impossibly.

It hurts and Phantom whimpers, tears pooling in their eyes.

That is what they wanted, though.

Is it not?

Aether lets out a near guttural groan at the tight warm hole squeezing his cock and just like that he forgets all the doubts he had about Phantom’s intention for coming to him.

He digs the fingers of one hand into their neck and the other into their slight waist, wasting no time before starting to pound into them so hard the entire bed shakes. Aether grows deaf to the hurt noises spilling from Phantom’s mouth one by one. Only one word would make him stop right now and Phantom has never before called it.

Aether does not care about what the ghoul—the hole—under him is feeling or thinking or wanting. They came to him, riled him up and asked to be railed roughly and the bigger ghoul is only fulfilling their wish. He might as well have his fun while he is at it, can he not?

He slams his hips against Phantom’s ass with full force, watching their cheeks jiggle and their hole stretch around his girth. He does not know which sight is more addicting; can’t decide where to look.

Aether does not have to wonder for long; he ends up throwing his head back and squeezing his eyelids in pleasure, anyway. Phantom is so tight around him and Aether is just pounding away, using the other ghoul for his pleasure alone.

A wave of cruelty washes over him and he smirks, having gotten an idea on how to make Phantom even more miserable.

He leans down, folding his bigger body over them and engulfing their small form entirely. He teases his fangs along the back of their neck but that is not what he has in mind.

No, Aether’s hand goes to Phantom’s clit.

He sends a spark of quintessence right through the little bundle of nerves and they wail, shaking and sobbing and moaning under him. Aether can feel them squeezing his dick more and more. They are about to cum, he realizes, but he could not care less at the moment. He keeps on fucking them with abandon.

“Cum if you have to,” he growls, “but I’m not stopping.”

Phantom wails as they do, indeed, cum, gushing around the bigger ghoul’s cock and all over his thighs. They can’t see Aether’s smirk at the sight, but they can certainly feel him picking up his pace and fucking them even harder as it all turns to horrid overstimulation.

They claw and bite at the pillow under their face, crying into it because it is all starting to become unbearable.

But it is exactly what they wanted.

Or is it?

The older ghoul pulls out roughly and flops Phantom over with one hand. They don’t even land properly before Aether shoves his cock back into their ruined cunt and they cry out loudly. He spares a glance at their face and they’re crying. Not the good kind of crying—tears brought by overwhelming pleasure. No, Phantom is hurt.

Aether’s mind clears in a second.

“No, it’s–I’m not doing it again, fuck,” he mutters as he stops all his movement before speaking loud and clear. “Red, Phantom, I’m calling red.”

He pulls out and shuffles back not to touch the other ghoul at all. They whimper through the haze of subspace and quintessence at the loss of all contact and scramble to the top of the bed, already starting to panic.

“Wh–what? Are you–are you okay?”

“You aren’t, Phantom.”

“No? No, I’m okay, what do you mean?” They do not understand what happened and why Aether suddenly does not want to touch them and they are getting cold and they are confused and it is getting hard to breathe and– “What did I d–do? No, no I wanted–tried to be good, what–what did I do wrong, let me–tell me so I can fix it, please, Aeth, lemme be good for you, I want–”

“No, starlight, listen to me,” the older ghoul sighs and withdraws most of the quintessence that he has weaved into Phantom’s brain. It does not get them brutally snapped out of subspace, but their mind clears a little. Enough to be considered sober. “You are so good, you’re my good boy, okay?”

Phantom hiccups through their sobs, but they nod.

“But I don’t want to be your personal self-harm tool, Phantom.”

The smaller ghoul freezes.

“What? What do you mean?” they choke out, wrapping their own arms and tail tighter around themself, trying to self-soothe. A painful pang of hurt and guilt spikes in Aether’s chest, but he knows he can’t keep this on.

He grabs a pair of underwear and sweats laying around and pulls them on. “Do you not realize what you’re doing? When you come to me for this? I can feel what you feel, starlight, remember?”

“I…I don’t understand. I didn’t have a good few days, but that’s–that doesn’t–”

“It does,” Aether drags a hand down his face before climbing back into the bed. His brows furrow even more at the sight of the sheets all wet with drool, slick, tears, sweat, and blood. “Every time you end up in a depressive episode you come to me to get hurt and I always played along, thinking it was just what you needed, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“Oh…” Phantom’s voice cracks and they start crying again. Aether crawls closer and wraps a soft, fluffy blanket around them before pulling the shaking bundle into his lap. “‘M sorry, Aeth, I didn’t–I didn’t realize…”

“It’s okay, starlight, c’mere.” He truly squishes the smaller against his plush chest and encourages them to bury their face in his neck. “It’s alright, I’m not mad at you. Never mad at you, just worried.”

Phantom cries quietly, unable to really process all the feelings that have been building up this past week. Aether purrs loudly and rocks them back and forth in an attempt to soothe them as best as he can. “You’re okay, kid, I’ve got you. Let it out.”

It is a while before their sobs die down to weak sniffles. Only once they have stopped shaking does Aether dare move. He pulls away to look down at Phantom’s splotchy face with a kind smile. He leans in to press a sweet little kiss between their horns.

“What about we get you cleaned up and cozy now, hm?” Aether rumbles from deep in his chest. “We will talk about your problems, but not now. Now I’ll make you feel loved, because that’s what you are, Phantom. Got it?”

The smaller ghoul nods and even forces a tiny smile onto their face. Soon enough Aether will make it a genuine one.

He shuffles over to the edge of the bed and gets up with Phantom The Bundle in his arms—he really wrapped them up good. He heads to the bathroom and uses his tail to get the water running for a warm bath. Aether sits Phantom on the edge of the bath, when they tell him it is okay, and goes to prepare some stuff—fresh towels and pajamas and some soothing bath salts made by Mountain.

When the bath is ready, the older quintessence ghoul unwinds the blanket from around the other and heals all of their cuts and scrapes so it does not sting when they get into the hot water. He helps them in and grins at a quite pleased trill that escapes Phantom when the warmth washes over their sore body.

“I’m gonna go take care of the nest, I’ll be back in a second, okay?” Aether asks and receives a nod from the already melting ghoul. Out in the bedroom he strips the bed, throws the dirty sheets out and runs to Phantom’s own room to snatch some of their comforters and plushies to add some familiarity. Setting up his nest for the night does not take more than five minutes and when Aether returns to the bathroom pride blooms in his chest.

Phantom’s purring to themself, submerged in the steaming water up to their chin.

“Enjoying yourself, starlight?” Aether asks, sitting on the edge of the tub. Phantom’s eyelids lift lazily and they smile softly at the other ghoul.

“‘S nice,” they slur. Aether reaches out to ruffle their hair with a bright smile of his own, but his fingers catch in the knotted mess on Phantom’s head.

“We’re taking care of that first,” he announces. “You ready, kid?”

They scoot over in the bath and lean back to wet their hair and let Aether wash it. Their purring does not cease—quite the opposite, the volume spikes when the older ghoul is massaging their scalp, especially when he gives them a good scratch behind a horn. Aether spends way more time working his fingers through their hair than necessary, but it is more than worth it seeing as Phantom zones out a little in the haze of comfort that being cared for brings them.

They really do feel loved, just like Aether had promised.

The bigger ghoul washes them, gets them out of the bath, helps them put their pajamas on and then wraps them up in a blanket again. Phantom does not protest, they love being cocooned, held and carried. They think it’s because they did not experience it as a kit; their body and mind craves that comforting and reassuring feeling.

Back in bed Aether makes sure Phantom is comfortable, surrounded by both their own and Aether’s bedding. They burrow themself in all the fluff and only make grabby hands at the other ghoul. He chuckles and lays down, letting them snuggle up to him however they would like to for the night. “Goodnight, starlight.”

“G’night, Aeth.” They will talk about Phantom’s problems—they have to, they need help—but for now the most important thing is for the young quintessence ghoul to rest well and believe they are loved and that they deserve to be so. 

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ Danny Phantom ~

“What does it feel like? To be terrified of yourself—of what you are becoming? The future looms not like an open road but a trap, a dark inevitability. You’re not waiting for it, not watching for it. You’re running. Trying to ignore the whispers in your head, lying to yourself that it’s fine, that it’ll always be fine.”

When the sun goes under the line called a horizon, the night sky comes to life. A silvery moon’s light bathing the eerie glow of an aura, catching the shadow out of the black.

The darkness surrounded him, with little sparks of hope. Stars that couldn’t catch him, neither he could catch.

His veins flowing with cold fire, tingling skin feeling intangible. A mind that’s filled with hollow, yet spiraling in chaos. Split into divergent, until down and dusk.

Why are you doing this to me? You leave me standing here, can’t you see. I was lost in your eyes, this was never meant to arise. You were my hero, always to be. But now you’ve vanished, you’re no longer with me.

We tried to carry on, but it wasn’t right. Forever burned in memory, like a song in the night.

Why does this hurt, hurt so much. It was never meant to be, as such. You gave me strength to stand alone, but now I cry when I’m on my own. Drowning inside, lost in a sea, why are you doing this to me? It makes me weak, a strange kind of ache, you’ll never understand the pain I take.

The memories keep running on, of how it used to be, before you were gone. The hero you were is no longer here, you flew away, so light, like a feather near. Don’t do this to me, please come back.

I still wonder why it had to be this way, so much potential, yet it all went astray. You went a different path, never to be seen, this wasn’t meant to happen, it was too obscene.

It lingers like a song, etched in my mind, it should have brought us joy, a love so kind. Like a song, will you ever return?

When will you be here again? I miss you more with every grain. Forever chained within my heart, I bring you to life through every art. In my memory, you’ll always remain, and beside you, I’ll forever stand.

“I want to cry, I want to scream, but I can’t. I mustn’t.”

The storm raged on, tearing through the night. Shadows of fear and regret clung to her like chains.

“Take my hand,” Danny said, his voice calm, cutting through the chaos.

“Why? So you can watch me crumble? So I can drag you down with me?”

His eyes softened, but his hand never wavered. “If you crumble, I’ll catch you, I’ll follow. Just trust me.”

“You… don’t understand.”

“I don’t need to understand,” he said softly. “I’ll carry you, no matter what happens, I’ll never let you fall.”

Slowly and with a trembling hand, she reached for him. Their fingers met, and his grip was strong, cold but alive—everything she thought she’d lost.

The chaos began to still, and she felt the faint echo of something she thought was gone.

Hope.

Those were random texts I wrote through the years of my own existence.

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You can read my Phan Fics on FanFiction.net. PhantomWithBreakfast

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Note to myself again…

About the drawings, I was just playing (practicing) with lighting, shading, etc…

Expressions, mouths... Yeah, still working on that. I was too lazy to shade the hair, lol.

Still hate drawing hands.

And the funny thing is, just because I’m drawing every day, I’ll always find new ways to try to improve my art (duh). Because I’m never happy when I’ve ‘finished’ one.

[phantomonabudget]

We need to talk, Pham. Stop shaming Christine Daaé.

I have seen this behavior consistently for the 30+ years I have been a Phan. What's worse is that I see A LOT of it from grown women. I see posts calling her foolish for leaving Erik. Slut shaming her or calling her a gold digger. Calling her stupid, weak, or unworthy because a "real woman" (presumably the women posting these absurd notions 🙄) would have loved him better and been worthy of his awesome talent and capacity for love. 😳🤮

It's disturbing, disheartening, and disgusting. And it needs to stop.

First off, none of these characters are real, so perhaps let's take things a little less seriously in general. It's a fictional story. I get it: we all love it, and probably love the Phantom's character. That's fine....I've made a 20+ year career dressing as the dude, for crying out loud. 🤣 Maybe we all identify with Erik/The Phantom to some degree. Regardless of the version of the story, if the actors or authors do their job well, we *should* feel pity and compassion for him. But feeling compassion and completely ignoring the character's dangerous and abusive behavior are two very different things. It has the potential for some severe consequences in the real world.

By shaming Christine for leaving Erik at the end, you are potentially telling young people that staying in abusive relationships is the right thing. You make them think that if their significant other is talented, misunderstood, been abused themselves etc, then they should stay and love them into a healthy relationship. That if they just love their abusive SO harder, sacrifice themselves a little more or for a little longer, or keep putting that person's needs above their own, that the relationship will suddenly become this wonderful, euphoric experience. It won't. As a survivor of longtime abusive myself, I can tell you from experience: it doesn't happen that way.

Celebrate healthy relationships and enforcing healthy boundaries. Stop shaming Christine for fighting for and winning her life and saving the man she loves.

And please stop calling this a romance. It's the antithesis of romance.

I am sick of members of this Phandom completely ignoring Erik/The Phantom's behavior to justify their blind adoration. Erik is an abusive and dangerous character, and extremely toxic. He lies to and manipulates Christine using her trauma from her deceased father. He kidnaps her, multiple times. Threatens her and her colleagues. He extorts hundreds of thousands from the business managers. He endangers dozens of people with the chandelier crash, and effectively holds hundreds hostage for months or years at a time with his reign of terror at the Opera.

Then there are the murders. Several of them. Probably been at that for awhile so we can assume it's far more than the two we see in the show. We don't know his actual body count, but we do know he's adept and comfortable taking human life.

And yet, I see some mature phans out here completely ignoring all those things and still shaming Christine for leaving him. Why? Because he's "sexy" (author's note: PLEASE go re-read Leroux. Please). And he's talented. And has so much love to give. And is misunderstood. And society was terrible to him...so it's all fine. 😳🤮 She should have just stayed and loved him like he deserves to be loved. 🙄

Recently I saw a post shaming Christine and the justification was that Raoul was so much worse. He isn't. Is he a perfect character? No, not at all. Does he make mistakes and try to use Christine? In some versions, yes. Does he run around extorting, manipulating, threatening, and killing others? Also no.

Pleasw don't ever use LND!Raoul's character assassination as some kind of justification, because he's still the most sane, normal human being in that show, and Erik is still 1,000 times worse than Raoul in LND. Also, using LND as justification for anything makes for a very weak and uninformed argument.

"Hurt people hurt people." Ever heard that phrase? Abused people sometimes abuse others, especially if they haven't done the work to heal themselves. Their previous abuse does NOT entitle them to abuse others. That is always a deliberate choice and those choices have consequences. The dangerous, disgusting rhetoric I see in the Phantom community basically excuses toxic behavior because Erik was previously abused and nothing is his fault. That is simply not true. Those that abused me were previously abused. Didn't make my abuse hurt any less. And I made the choice to do the work so that the abuse stopped with me. Previous trauma is a reason for the behavior, but it is NEVER, ever an excuse.

And don't let the fact the dude can sing or that he's a snappy dresser blind you to his toxicity.

We can all enjoy the Phantom character's complexity and love him, while still acknowledging his flaws and holding him accountable for his deeply inappropriate choices.

We talk a lot more these days about trauma, toxicity, and self care. And yet, as a community, we still shame the character of Christine Daaé for doing the healthy, correct thing. The ONLY thing. And in doing so, we set a disturbing precedent for our young or vulnerable Phans who now might think that staying in toxic relationships in the real world is okay.

Please do better, Phandom.

[phillesterlover]

Alright. I wasn’t gonna say nothin here since it happened on Twitter, but I’m seeing some really strange takes and I just gotta weigh in.

1) I don’t think it’s appropriate for an audience who could never relate to a harm to police the way someone is supposed to react/reflect on potential harm done. I say this as a white american phan. When someone says that they’ve been hurt by racism/xenophobia I sit my ass down and listen. Ideally, none of us want people to be hurt. So ideally, we want to listen and learn about how we can prevent any harm going forward, not dictate what should and shouldn’t be harmful.

2) From what I understand, and again I’m not a part of the harmed party so maybe I’m off base, but the issue isn’t necessarily the joke Dan made. His frustration and need to joke as a coping mechanism is understandable! The issue is that his platform requires a certain level of responsibility where leaving it at “the government said no homo” does not reflect the same sentiment of “we experienced homophobia from some governments and we know we have so many lgbtq+ supporters in Asia but unfortunately we would not be able to visit you without shows in those countries.” The original comment opened the doors for a lot of xenophobia and racism which white phannies then participated in, generalizing the whole of Asia as a way to comfort/joke back with Dan. I don’t think the comment was inherently harmful, but it just did not fully address the situation at hand. Especially when we’re talking about how their inability to go to a few countries kept them out from ALL of Asia. It wasn���t EVERY government that had an issue. Just enough to mean that they couldn’t get enough shows. That’s important info too.

3) Dan has every right to be hurt and frustrated over this. Again, I just highly doubt that the phans from these countries need white american phans explaining to them why Dan would be so upset and why they should not complain. They live this experience every day. I’m pretty sure they know why he’d be upset. And just because he is upset doesn’t mean they can’t say “hey actually the way you addressed this could have been better please elaborate.”

4) No one is “cancelling” Dan. This was a learning experience. We should be thanking people for teaching us about how to be better allies.

5) If anyone vehemently disagrees with me I will always take respectful criticism, or if someone wants to correct me on anything please please do :)

[lesbianphan]

Duneussy (and other ways to say I love you)

Summary: a companion piece to Gentle. Dan's thoughts after his 33rd birthday livestream on DanandPhilGAMES, featuring the Dune bucket

This work is a gift for @iwaol or their donation to the charity drive for Dan's 33rd birthday from @phandomgives . Sorry it took so long! I know you didn't want a specific prompt, but I still hope this manages to reach your expectations.

My beta @femslashy is a champion, thanks for poisoning your eyes seeing the word duneussy in your screen, I should pay you ajsbsj

Pairing: Phan

Genre: fluff, the faintest hint of emotional hurt/comfort, introspection, slice of life

Words: 2.2k

Read it on AO3

[dystopia-daily-trash-1]

Honestly I'm not sure we're *going* to get a hard launch. And I don't think that's a bad thing.

Right now we've got this kind of... "if you know you know" culture. The ones who know are generally chill about it (sure, we have our unhinged posts, but it's fuckin tumblr). They're able to hint at things and joke around and we're able to joke around in return. It's a comfortable medium and far more healthy than the phandom used to be, as they've gotten better and boundary setting and we've gotten better about not shoving some things in their faces (it's in our tags, and whether or not they come in here is their choice. We aren't @ing them or commenting it directly on yt/twt. The times thing go directly to them are asked for, like the "phan conspiracy theories" tweet.)

If they *were* to hard launch, they would instantly be inviting the broader public into it. We on tumblr might be in the know and generally not make a huge deal about it (beyond the general "omg happy for you" and "ugh so sick of them" posts). But the larger media? They're known enough to garner mainstream news articles. A hard launch would *instantly* bring the prying eyes of SO many who would not have as much chill about this. It would recontextualize them in the eyes of the public on ways they might not be comfortable with.

The only "benefit" I currently see to a hard launch is stopping the "anti-speculation" people who y'all keep talking about starting drama on Twitter. But they're only really hurting us, not dnp. And frankly, we can take it.

Idk I'm curious about others' thoughts on this. I know we joke about the hard launch a lot, but I'm curious how many actually think we're getting one / think getting one would be beneficial.