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First submission for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: dream from @callivich....I already have ideas for more than one drabble, but I'm starting off with the fluffiest one first 🥰🥰
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“Morning, baby,” the husky voice sounded in his ear, and he instinctively pressed back into the warm comforting form of his husband.
He heard a chuckle and felt gentle lips press against his neck.
“You ever think back in the day this is where we’d be?”
Mickey sighed in contentment, “Only in my dreams.”
“Mickey Milkovich had dreams?” his husband teased.
Mickey swallowed, “Only when I could escape the nightmare of real life.”
Ian’s arm tightened around his chest as he pressed comforting kisses to Mickey’s shoulder.
“I love you, and I’m so glad that's the dream that came true.”
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June 5th, prompt: Dream
Dean had many dreams over the years.
There were dreams of his father vanishing, horrible visions his mind evoked, a million gruesome ways of hunts gone wrong.
There were dreams of his mother, engulfed in flames on the ceiling, mouth open in a silent scream for help that never came.
There were dreams of friends he'd lost, friends he hadn't been strong enough to save.
Then there were dreams of the Pit, for years and years, memories of torture turning his nights into his own living Hell.
Finally, there were dreams of that day, Cas' eyes filled with tears, a hole in the wall, an inky-black mass engulfing him hungrily, never to return.
Dean had many dreams over the years.
Sleep didn't bring relief, only alcohol could numb him enough to find peace.
Now, with Cas' arms wrapped securely around him every night, his angel's steady heartbeat in his ears, it was all gone.
And Dean slept.
For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabbles
#drabble#destiel drabble#spn drabble#nightmare#nightmares#dean winchester has trauma#angst with a happy ending#angst and comfort#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#drabbble challenge#dreamydrabble#thx for hosting this dear bex#prompt: dream#this is exactly 150 ok I can't keep things short sue me#my writing
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Inktober Day 1: Dream
All I could think about when I read the Prompt "Dream" was that moment in Road of the Patriarch when Jarlaxle spied on Entreris thoughts to try and help him heal...
#This scene broke me#Why did Jarlaxle have to spy on his heart#artemis entreri#forgotten realms#legend of drizzt#the legend of drizzt#dungeons and dragons#dnd#inktober#inktober 2023#prompt: dream#yes that is supposed to be his mother now shush#my art
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The world is calm.
Everywhere he looks people are relaxing. Laughing. As if there’s not a care in the world.
“Kakashi, I have an idea,” He turns his head to see Gai sitting there at his side, a brilliant smile stretched across his face. “Let’s have a -“
“Challenge?” Gai’s face drops when Kakashi steals the word right from his mouth. “Can’t we just relax for a bit?”
“We relax all the time.”
“Just give more minutes,” Kakashi insists as his arm reached around Gai’s shoulders. “Then we can have a competition.”
Leaning in a bit closer, Gai jutted out his lip and pouted. A full, perfect pout.
A look that would usually have Kakashi crumbling to his every whim.
“Five minutes,” he insisted, tugging Gai right against his body. “Then we can do whatever you want.”
“Do you promise?” Gai asked.
“I promise,” he confirmed, pressing a masked kiss against Gai’s forehead. “Just let me enjoy this dream for five more minutes.”
Gai’s laughter rang in his ear. “As you wish, Rival,” he whispered. “But once that five minutes is up-“
“I know.” It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with, but he knew he’d have to. Even dreams didn’t last forever.
At some point reality would come crashing down on him and he’d have to return to the real world.
For now, though, he had Gai and a Quiet, peaceful world.
He wasn’t in any rush to leave any of it for reality. Not just yet.
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Day SIX of Bruceweek’23
Today’s Prompts are:
Dream
Hero
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#bruceweek#bruceweek2023#bruceweek23#bruceweek day 06#day 06#prompt: dream#prompt: hero#bruce banner#bruce banner appreciation#bruce banner appreciation week#the hulk#marvel#hulk#incredible hulk
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December 2022-January 2023 Voting
With February already underway, it is high time to vote for the December-January stories. We proudly present a lineup of 9 Dreamy submissions. This time around we had one mandatory restriction (no Kristoff) and three extra restrictions (include a certain line of dialogue, senses-evoking descriptions and another romantic partner) for up to 3 bonus points.
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Misty is too practical for frivolities such as dreams.
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Amita Suman as Repunzel
#amita suman#repunzel#disney#disney princess#sketch#inktober#day 1#she’s perfect for the role#disney make it happen!!!#kaleyarts#inktober 2023#prompt: dream
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Day 1 - Dream
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During a press conference for the newest Justice League member, Phantom, a reporter asks him "Do you have anything to say to all the children who aspire to be like you?"
Phantom looked at the reporter puzzled before saying, "Children wanna be like me? Why? I'm a bad influence."
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#hyper prompts#danny gets war flashbacks to his days as a feral traumatized teen in way over his head and shivers#completely forgetting that's he's spent the last few years working closely with the jla to make the world a better place#something that a lot of children dream of#nope instead he's shitting bricks because “am i inspiring child to off themselves to gain powers!?”#and of course all of his naysayers are about to use this clip for everything
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💭 soulmate au, where your dreams are filled with whatever your soulmate has done that previous day…
simon riley, sits and wonders why he’s never had any true nightmares, even with all of the violence and turmoil he’s faced and remains experiencing. he’s never once woken up, questioning his sanity. instead, his nights are often filled with peace and tranquillity, reading books perched on a porch swing or lay beside the sea. watching blurred out figures, run around and fill his absent ears with echoes of laughter, not knowing who they could be, but knowing for certain it overflows his chest with warmth. nothing ever scarier or more worrying than a minor crash of a car, or the gutting feeling of heartbreak from a faceless stranger, fills his dreams.
but then you, frightful when the night comes around. terrified of the urge to close your eyes. the countless therapy sessions, meetings with psychologists and somnologists, an aid to try and fix the terrors that haunt you as you sleep. the ones that randomly came one night when you were young, and never left. images of places that can only resemble war zones, tragic catastrophes that force you awake with beads of sweat on your forehead. but, there are the rare ones, where your dreams are filled with the restful nothingness. the nights where you’re able to sleep through, your mind taking you to a dimly lit room, lay within a spacious comfy bed and the overwhelming feeling of safety. but that one is a temporary haven, for the both of you.
#this came to me and i nearly passed out#i’m so in love with his concept#i was going to say the dreams stop when you meet but nah make them suffer#ghost who returns from deployment only to watch his love relive it as they sleep BYE#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#cod prompts#simon riley x reader#ghost cod
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Second submission for @galladrabbles weekly prompt: dream from @callivich
This is the angsty one 😬😢
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“I love you, Mickey Milkovich, more than anything, a-and if you let me, I-I’d like to spend the rest of my life…”
“Jesus Christ, save the fuckin’ speech, you pussy, I’ll marry you. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
A flash of scenes, fighting over chairs and flowers, walking down the aisle, and finally vows of forever.
And later, falling asleep exhausted but oh, so warm and happy in each other’s arms.
Mickey opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn’t. Instead of warmth, his cell was cold, with a shitty mattress and scratchy sheets.
It was only just a dream.
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sleepy cockwarming w/ jason
*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚
jason slept soundly next to you. his soft breaths usually calming to lull you to sleep but all you could do was toss and turn. huff and puff. aggressively fixing your pillow to try and get comfortable but to no avail. it’s just hot. feeling sweaty and sticky. your clothes feel wet against your skin. kicking your leg in frustration, tears well up in your eyes. you hurry to rid off your clothes letting out a sigh of relief as cool air hits your bare body but it’s still not enough.
looking to jason, laying on his stomach. black tee adorning his body. arms resting under his pillow, he looks so peaceful. so handsome. you feel bad just thinking about waking him up but you were desperate.
"jay?" shaking his arm, he doesn’t budge.
you bite your lip— eyebrows furrowed and just stare at him. thinking maybe you could just put on a movie or something. that wouldn't help though. you just want him to hold you so you try again and he doesn’t even stir.
one more time, you let out a choked sob and shake him a bit harder. this time he stirs.
“habibti? are you okay?” he looks up, staring at you with confused yet concerned eyes.
"need you." moving your hand back and forth between you, signifying that you want skin to skin. he sniffs and clears his throat. straightening up to remove his clothes.
"come on baby" laying on his back, he pulls you to his side. knee over his waist— you snuggled against him and as much as you were comfortable, it wasn't enough. you need him closer.
"i need you closer" you softly spoke. "what?" instead of responding verbally, you rub your leg against his. lifting your head off his chest to look at him.
"i don't want to fuck. i just.. i want you closer. i'm so tired and i can't. i just-" you start to whine but he shushes you. "hey hey" jason caresses your cheek, a pressing a sleepy kiss to your forehead. "i got you. you're okay"
moving your leg off him, he starts to rub his dick, getting it hard for you. his other hand rubbing tiny circles on your skin while you drew shapes on his chest, letting out hums here and there.
another kiss to your cheek, he pulls you on top of him, making sure your comfortable before guiding himself to your entrance.
he pushes himself into you, your cunt fluttering gently around him. he's so big and fills you up just right. soft groans leave the both of you as his hand gently massage your back before wrapping his arms around you' "better, baby?"
you nod sleepily, pressing a kiss to his chest before leaning up and pressing another to his jaw. he hums, tightening his grip around you causing shivers to run down your spine. his warmth, scent, and the fullness you feel lullying you to sleep.
#turning my dreams into fics bc why not 🐇#jason todd x reader#jason todd prompt#jason todd drabble#red hood x reader#jason todd fluff#jason todd x you#jason todd smut#red hood smut
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Another Ghost Dragon Prompt? Indeed.
The Ward had made a mistake. Had stolen something that had caused the very Skies to lash out, entire worlds at risk from their actions.
Time Itself shrieked in rage at the loss of Its child, or at least that's how every magic user- and the speedsters, pale and shaken and looking sick- had described it.
Someone had taken the young prince of the Infinite, and it was not the Tyrant King, long since sealed away, that lead the charge, but the Queen Regent that many had long since forgotten.
Many forgot that it was not the Dark who courted Time, but Time who courted the Dark. That It was just, if not more so, merciless as Its partner, and would Devour worlds should Its child- still with newdeath soft scales- was not returned.
Which meant that for the heroes, there was now a Clock ticking down ever so quietly. They had to take care of what was a government branch, had to deal with consequences of going over the law, or their World would End in dragon fire.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#My art#ghosts are dragons#clockwork#danny fenton#ghost prince danny#pariah dark x clockwork#Lil Danny is about the size of a horse btw#Nocturne helps by helping CW enter Phantom's dreams to sooth the child#Is Danny technically a teenager? Yes. Is he still a small child to eternal primordial dragons? Also yes#Why yes the picture is in Danny's dreams#Clockwork is far larger than pictured#And yes CW knows how to wage war if he needs to he is married to Pariah & BIL with Fright Knight#Why yes Danny has the same swirled patterns as CW#Clockwork is Dannys Mom/Dad#The GIW's ecto-blocking equipment makes it impossible for them to find Danny themselves#And Danny is immune/invisible to Clockwork's future sight/vision so that's no help#If they can't find him they'll tear the world apart to do so#Clockwork is also threatening to wake his husband again because#he's not afraid to actually Join him in Conquering shit if it gets his BABY back#GIW do not realize that they're hearing boss music#Danny's friends & siblings Would join in but they've gotten kidnapped/bundled up into a nest from paranoid worry#All of amity has technically been stolen for their safety
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Young Justice is always a little...concerned. With Phantom's living situation.
Now they're outright afraid for him, and Bart has decided it's time to Ask An Adult.
It was the little quips. The tiny little things. Stuff that didn't seem to matter to Phantom at all, or appeared to be normal for him, that he didn't realize weren't normal at all.
"Oh, better not hope my mom catches me."
"Doing what, staying out past bedtime?"
"Nah, using my powers; she'd vivisect me!"
"Another stab wound. Great."
"Don't worry Phantom, I've got the med kit-"
"Oh, I'm not a baby or anything, I can handle it just fine. Just gimme a sec to take it out."
"My dad has better aim than that."
"...Like, when he's hunting, right?"
"...At what other times would he be shooting at me?"
"Huh. Not as bad as my parents place. Look; they have a decontamination shower!"
"Phantom, this lab has been vandalized to the point of needing a hazmat suit."
"Did I stutter?"
Finding out each others identities did nothing to soothe the worry. Tim quietly told the others that every time he tried to run facial recognition, he kept hitting a government firewall he couldn't breach. Phantom never told them his last name, just his first, and 'Danny' is super common.
The thing that really did it though, the thing that made Bart snap and run off to ask Max, was when Danny had a nightmare.
He was talking in his sleep.
"No. Don't-stop. Stoooop. I need...my skin. Mom, no. You can't...peel off...my skin..."
Bart didn't even wait for them to wake Danny up before he was standing in front of Max, talking a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to do, with Wally staring in horror over a plate of waffles as he computed everything that Bart was saying.
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Danny had a dream about his mom and Skulker arguing about how to skin him. He wouldn't really call it a nightmare, because it was just Skulker, but the scariest thing was Skulker insisting to his mom that it was possible to skin him with a potato peeler. Dream mom was arguing that it was not, and that from a scientific standpoint that was a really piss poor way to preserve a specimen.
He hadn't been begging them to stop hurting him, he'd been whining at them to knock it off.
But when he wakes up, it's to a room full of worried friends and an old man who calls himself Max.
"Kid, I think we need to talk."
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#first convo was with cassie#second was with bart#third was with kon#fourth was with tim#max is fully prepared to take in another kid#bart is fully prepared to share#wally went to dick to ask him to put his detective training to work and find phantom's parents#wally was just visiting max#catching up#shooting the shit#when suddenly bart comes in and just trauma dumps about one of the other young justice heroes#who is apparently in a super abusive situation#and probably needs help#body horror tw#skinning tw#but only mentioned in the context of a super weird dream#danny's living situation COULD use some improvements#but it's not as bad as everyone thinks#anti ecto acts are still a thing#but as long as danny is with young justice the GIW leave him alone so#eh#not like they're good at their jobs anyways#max is about to blow his mind with the following information#“you are not okay. it's okay to not be okay. but kid. you need help and we're offering.”
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Danny accidentally appearing out of Duke's shadow. And doing it purposely every time after that. ; requested by @kyrianclawraith! (deviated from your original prompt a bit, sorry! the ghostlights brainworms got away from me)
Traveling through shadows has become second nature for Duke after using them so extensively over the years. He even uses them as a civilian, hopping between shadows when he’s running late to class so he doesn’t have to stress out over traffic.
Not even Batman’s scoldings can stop him from making it on time to his classes. Risks need to be taken for the sake of his education!
The shadows are comforting. They hide him from sight, get him to where he needs to go, and gives him the alone time he needs when he’s been around people for too long and desperately needs some quiet to recharge. Duke would say that he’s well versed in the shadows at this point, no longer stumbling out into the light.
Even with all his practice and confidence, he still can’t prepare himself for tripping over someone in the shadows while he’s trying to escape some of The Riddler’s goons.
They both go tumbling out of the shadows, landing in a corner hidden by storage shelves. The poor tripping hazard of a person is under him, groaning lightly as he reaches up to press a hand to the back of his head, where he hit the concrete floor.
“Oh, shit,” Duke whispers, “I’m so sorry. What are you doing here? How are you here?”
“I was hiding,” the guy hisses back at him. “I wanted to get out of the rain and dozed off and when I woke up, guns were being shot! I was up in the rafters, so excuse me for thinking no one would find me up there!”
Another gunshot rings out, alarmingly close to where they are.
Duke curses under his breath, then picks up the guy and hauls him over his shoulder. “Time to go!” And then he’s disappearing into the shadows again, following the line of them outside the warehouse and down the street.
As soon as they’re safely away from the goons, Duke steps out of the shadows and carefully sets the civilian back onto his feet.
“So sorry about that,” he says, “But I need to get back and deal with them. Stay safe!”
He’s gone before the civilian can say anything else, and though it’s embarrassing that he tripped over someone while shadow hopping, at least it ended relatively well. It’s not like it’ll happen again.
Duke, sweet, naive Duke, doesn’t think much of the civilian again. He’s a busy guy with a busy life! Lots of things to do! Lots of embarrassing moments to keep secret from the other Bats! No one has mentioned it at all, so he thinks he’s safe from being teased about it.
That is, up until he’s training with Dick and a hand pops up out of his shadow.
“Um,” Dick says, backflipping away from Duke’s punch. He lowers his escrima sticks and squints at the space behind Duke. “Are you… trying something new with your powers?”
“...No? I’m not using my powers right now.”
Dick looks more and more alarmed. He won’t look away from the space behind Duke, and it’s making him nervous. He doesn't want to look, but he knows he has to.
Steeling himself, Duke takes a deep breath, then turns slightly to see what’s behind him.
Nothing.
His gaze goes down, and he sees a pale hand sticking out of his shadow, moving back and forth. It then comes out some more, up to the elbow, and the hand pats the ground Duke’s shadow lays on, a stiff mat perfect for sparring.
Behind him, Dick turns on his escrima sticks, the electricity crackling through the air.
The hand disappears for a moment.
Then two hands appear and grab the ground, hauling up a body from Duke’s shadow.
Duke is very well versed in shadows. He travels through them almost daily. He thinks he would know if there was some strange netherworld hidden in the shadows where other beings could pop out of shadows like portals. This is alarming, to say the least.
“Don’t move, Duke,” Dick warns, creeping closer, ready to attack.
A head pops out of his shadow. Whatever it is glows and their white hair moves softly as if underwater. They’re facing away from him, so he can’t see their face, but he can see the black, skin-tight suit their wearing as they float up from his shadow, no longer needing their hands to pull themself out.
“Huh,” they say, looking up at the ceiling.
Dick grabs Duke’s arm and pulls him back, shielding him with his body. “Who are you?” he demands, voice cold.
The creature/person startles and whips around to stare at them with wide green eyes. His gaze darts down to the electrified escrima sticks, then back up again, visibly nervous.
“Um, hi! Sorry, I didn’t know anyone would be here. Wherever this is.”
“How did you get here?”
“I was practicing a new portalling method. I found a ghost to teach me how to move through shadows, since my usual portals are very bright and noticeable. Not great when you’re trying to be stealthy! I did not mean to end up here.”
Duke stares at him. “You came out of my shadow.”
“Sorry,” the guy repeats. Then he squints at Duke. “Hey, didn’t you save me the other day? From the warehouse?”
It’s been a while since Duke’s saved anyone from a warehouse. Criminals and goons have moved on to condemned apartment complexes and the back rooms of bars. The only person he’s saved is the tripping hazard…
“Man, what is up with you and getting caught in my shadows?”
“This is your fault!” the guy insists. “I associate shadows too strongly with you! That’s why I’m here! Probably. I don’t actually know how this works.”
“You don’t know how it works but you did it anyways.”
“It sounds bad when you say it like that.” The guy floats down to the ground and offers Duke a hand. “I’m Phantom, by the way! Figured I should introduce myself because this will happen again.”
Duke considers introducing himself as the Signal, but Danny is looking directly at his bare face, so it’s lost cause. Talk about an unexpected security breach. “Duke. You looked a little different when we first met.”
“Yeah, that was my human form. This is my ghost form.” A watch on his wrist, some clunky looking thing that looks like it came from the early 2000s, beeps and Phantom frowns at it. “Shoot, I need to go. I’ll see you later!” And he dives right back into Duke’s shadow, disappearing.
Duke blinks at the empty space where Phantom used to be, still reeling from the shock of it. He’s so busy processing the last few minutes that he doesn’t hear the escrima sticks turn off until Dick is dropping a heavy arm around his shoulders, holding him in place. There’s a smile on his face, but it’s not happy; it’s a warning that he’s at his limit and is barely hanging on to niceties.
“So,” he says as Duke cringes, “Looks like we need to have a talk about the things you’ve been hiding from us, Duke.”
He can’t do anything but resign himself to his fate.
After that conversation, he’s instructed to let them know when Phantom pops up. Which is fine until he realizes that Phantom really did mean it when he said that it’ll happen again.
Phantom pops up constantly. Most of the time, Duke is lucky enough to be at home, or in the Manor, or in the Batcave away from the public where no one will freak out about a glowing boy popping out of his shadow. Sometimes, he’s in the middle of the street as a civilian and has to sprint away, ducking into the first empty alley he can find in order to climb up onto the rooftop where no one will see him.
It’s stressful and confusing and he wishes he could be more upset about it, but Phantom is fun. He’s funny and charming and tells the craziest stories about ghost fights that Duke can’t help but hang onto every word.
He dutifully updates his Phantom Log, noting each time he’s portaled through Duke’s shadow, any information he’s revealed, and an injury count after Duke noticed a concerning pattern of Phantom often showing up after he’s been in a fight.
Duke begins to get a feel for when Phantom is about to show up. A shiver runs down his spine and his awareness of the shadows around him grows. Sometimes, he could swear he could feel something tear apart in his shadow. He feels it then, a tear that stitches itself up almost instantly, a ripple in the shadow, before that familiar hand pops up again and Duke grabs hold of it to haul Phantom out into his bedroom.
He is, once again injured. There’s a large gash running down the length of his other arm, bleeding a toxic, glowing green.
“Dude,” Duke says, unable to keep the judgment out of his voice.
“You should see the other guy,” Phantom snorts. “I slammed him through five streets, then ripped his limbs off.
“Dude…”
“Just to be clear, they weren’t his real limbs. He has a robot suit he uses like a body because he’s like a tiny little bean.”
“Yeah, I don’t know how to take that. Anyways, have you still not figured out how to open portals that aren’t connected to my shadow?”
Phantom shrugs. “Nope. And I’m not really trying to figure it out. I like hanging out with you. Plus, it’s nice to see a friendly face after a fight.”
“Can’t you like, go home and have your family take care of you first.”
“Uh, better not,” Phantom laughs nervously. “They’d probably kill me for real if they saw me like this.”
Duke quietly notes to himself to add that statement to the Alarming Things Phantom Says list.
“Does it… bother you? Me always coming to you?” There’s a smallness to his voice, a fragility that makes Duke want to beat himself up for making Phantom feel like that.
“No! No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t keeping you from anyone else.”
Phantom brightens. “Oh! Well, no need to worry about that. No one’s worried, back home. They know I disappear sometimes.”
…Another concerning thing. Duke is considering bribing Phantom into staying in Gotham forever, living in his shadow, just so he can take care of him. Just to be sure Phantom’s safe. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks, eyes flickering down to Phantom’s bleeding wound.
Phantom futilely tries to hide the wound with a hand. The green blood leaks out from between his fingers, and he applies more pressure to the wound with a faint wince. “Nope! All good here. I’ll heal in no time, honest.”
“Then, do you want to just hang out? I really don’t know why you’d chose to keep coming to me.”
“You’re good company, dude. Very chill. Very fun. And you’re a hero! That’s so cool. Why wouldn’t I keep coming back?”
Duke shrugs, not sure how to put his insecurities into words. He’s already starting to get the Bat-specific inability to communicate emotions, which is definitely a problem. He’ll need to spend time with other people to be normal again.
As if sensing that Duke’s mood is falling, Phantom launches into another tale, complaining about people who bother him, teachers who are terrible at teaching, having snark-fights with the embodiment of Time itself, and so on. He always has the craziest stories, and he tells them so casually that Duke has to second guess himself, wondering if he’s overreacting when he’s shocked by what Phantom tells him.
He starts telling his own stories as well, mostly fun civilian interactions he’s had since they last spoke, villain fights, the ever changing theories on the ‘Who is Batman Sleeping With Now?’ shared document all the other Bats have. By the time an hour passes, Phantom’s arm is fully healed and he’s flying in lazy circles above Duke.
His watch beeps again in the middle of him recounting the insane drama happening at his school. Phantom sighs and sinks back to the floor, hovering just above Duke’s shadow.
“Thanks for letting me stay,” he says, voice warm.
Duke shrugs. “You’re good company. I like when you visit.”
A slow, soft smile spreads across Phantom’s cheeks, making him glow even brighter. “Sweet talker,” he accuses fondly, then flies in for a quick, tight hug. He pulls back before Duke can reciprocate, and salutes him with a cheeky, “See you soon!” and is gone, flying into Duke’s shadow before he can respond.
Shaking his head fondly, Duke falls back against his bed.
Despite how unconventional their friendship is, he is glad Phantom keeps coming back. He hopes he’ll get to see Phantom’s human form again.
…And get more used to the horror movie scene that is Phantom clawing his way out of his shadow. No matter how many times he sees it, the sight still makes him jump.
Not that he’s ever going to admit that.
If Phantom thinks he’s cool, he’s going to do whatever he can to keep that impression from changing. It’s only reasonable, really.
(“Shut up, Dick,” he says later when he recounts this encounter with Phantom. Dick just keeps laughing, endlessly amused that Duke got ‘jumpscared into a crush’ as he phrased it. That’s definitely not what happened.
Next time, he’s definitely convincing Phantom to scare Dick with him.
Revenge will be his.)
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[send me ghostlights prompts! one day left before they close on 11/17]
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp fic#dp x dc fanfic#prompt fill#my writing#100% after danny gets a hang of traveling thru shadow portals more hes going to help duke in fights#meaning duke is going to throw a ball of shadows like a pokeball and dannys going to pop out of it to deliver a spectacular flying tackle#theyre the dream team (trouble makers) :)#thanks for the prompt!!
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