#phil lester you lucky lucky man

[starry-bearr]

absolutely lethal mr. howell. the mullet AND A FUCKING TANKTOP???

[0nlyhere4phil]

Phil Lester you are the funniest man on this planet. When I first saw this clip I fell over laughing. The subtle mew was everything. I love you. Never change.

[cozyfoxy]

Baby, It's Cold Outside Part1/3

Summary: Daniel Howell is the owner of Howell Inc., a multibillion-dollar company created by his family years ago. Phil has been working for the Howell's since he was only sixteen, and he moved up in the forces. He is now Howell's head publisher. Dan is grumpy on the best of days, but Christmas brings out his worst most years. When Phil wins an award for his children's books, however, things may finally change.

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For so many people, as they grow up, they lose the magic that lives inside them. Those who would once try to stay up all night, wishing to catch even just a glimpse of Santa Clause, will outgrow it. Wide-eyed children will grow up to wear constant glares on their faces. Hearts and minds that were once filled to the brim with hope and wonder will become heavy and numb. Christmas magic fades away to nothing as we learn the unfairness of life, and most people lose the light that always shone bright in their childhood. Luckily, however, some people never lose that spirit and want nothing more than to spread magic near and far.

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Phil Lester was what many would call happy go lucky. He seemed to always walk with a pep in his step and a kind smile on his face. He was the kind of man to never arrive anywhere empty-handed; he would always bring something to make someone smile. Yes, Phil always seemed to be joyful, just to be alive, especially around Christmastime. 

“Good morning, Mr. Lester; you’re here to see Mr. Howell, yes?” The secretary, whose name was Linda, asked. 

Phil dusted the snow from his hair, humming Jingle Bells under his breath. “Yes ma’am. I know I’m a bit early, so I can wait if you need me to.” He replied with a polite shrug. 

Linda barely reacted to his words and avoided looking into his eyes. Linda, like every other worker in the building, was wearing a black suit with a gray undershirt. One of the many reasons that Phil hated visiting Dan was that everything around seemed so dull and gloomy. It was halfway through December already, and there wasn’t a festive decoration anywhere in the building. 

Phil sat down in one of the many uncomfortable chairs that lined the lobby, shimmying to get at least a bit comfortable. Mr. Howell was never much for punctuality, so Phil could be waiting anywhere from a few minutes to an hour. He tried to busy himself by looking over his notes that he carried with him, but he had already read them so many times that he could recite them from memory.

“Mr. Howell, Mr. Lester is here to see you.” Linda said into the small intercom at her desk. 

Without missing a beat, Dan groaned through the intercom, “What the hell does he want now?! Send him up. Be quick about it.” 

Linda looked wordlessly up at Phil and offered a small but still kind smile. Phil stood up and smiled back before walking over to her and setting a small tin of chocolates on her desk. Every year he would get her a tin of German chocolates for Christmas. Whether she admitted it or not, she looked forward to this interaction every year. She smiled up at him, pulling the tin closer to herself. 

“Merry Christmas, Linda.” Phil said happily before walking to the elevator.

Linda ran her friends through her graying hair, “Merry Christmas, Phil. Good luck with Dan; he’s been worse than normal lately. He almost fired Jasmine earlier, just because she was ten minutes late.Poor thing walks to work most days; it’s hard to do in all this snow.” 

Phil sighed and shook his head. He wasn’t even a little bit surprised. He had been working for the Howells since he was only sixteen, and they all had terrible tempers, but Dan's was the worst. Phil was four years older than Dan, and they had known each other for nearly twenty years at this point. Sometimes it was easy to forget that whether Phil liked it or not, Dan was his boss before anything else. Though Phil was the only one who ever got away with calling Dan out on his attitude problems, he still didn’t want to push his luck, especially during Christmas.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, and Phil stepped out, pulling his jacket off and draping it over his arm. He knew that Dan would have the heat blaring, and Phil hated being too warm. He used to joke that keeping his office so warm was just Dan’s way of preparing for the temperatures in hell, but it seemed so true now that it lost its humor. 

Rather than knocking to announce his arrival like every other Howell worker would have done, Phil just waltzed right into the overly warm room. Dan’s office was large and spacious, but it also had an almost cozy feel to it. The room was devoid of color, aside from the storyboard in the corner that was filled with artwork from Phil himself. What he really enjoyed about the office—what really made it cozy—was the large set of windows just behind Dan’s desk. The windows overlooked the city, and the snow falling outside seemed cinematic, wondrous, and most of all, magical. 

“What could you possibly want now, Phil?” Dan huffed, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “I already donated money to that orphanage; I sent out hundreds of free copies of your books to hospitals and schools. I even approved Linda’s paid vacation time so that she can help her daughter after she has her baby. I’m not made of money, you know.” 

Phil rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his blonde hair, lying his coat on one of Dan’s armchairs. “I need two things, actually.” He said with a smile, walking over to Dan’s desk. 

Dan looked up at him from his laptop and sighed before closing it. It was rare for the brunette to give anyone his full attention, so Phil knew he was either in for an unprofessional argument or Dan was going to be swayed with little convincing; there was never any inbetween. Phil smiled and glanced out the large window, admiring the winter weather. He loved watching everyone scramble through the city with last-minute shopping bags in their arms. Everyone was all bundled up to keep warm, laughing and smiling even through the cloudy skies and wind that pinched their cheeks. 

“I’m waiting. I don’t have all day, Lester.” Dan grumbled, spinning a pen between his fingers. 

Phil chuckled at his impatience. “The snow is really coming down hard today. You know Jasmine walks to work almost every day? Must be hard with the snow…” 

“You came all the way here because one of my employees? She was ten minutes late; she knows the rules by now, Phil. I do not take tardiness lightly. She’s lucky she has a job.” Dan rambled on, now doodling useless shapes on a piece of paper at his desk. 

The older man shrugged, “It’s not her fault she doesn’t have a car right now. Times are hard, and she’s a single mother. She’s one of your best workers, and you can’t risk losing her. I know that, and you know that just as well.” 

Dan looked up at Phil and sighed, “So you did come all this way just for Jasmine?”

"No, actually, but I did hear about the situation. I think we both know what you can do to make sure she isn’t late again. Especially with how much you rely on her…” Phil mumbled nonchalantly, still staring out the window. 

A humorless chuckle left Dan’s throat. “Exactly. I could fire her and get a new hire in here by the end of the day today. That way she won’t have a job to be late to.”

“Oh, but you wouldn’t do that. Jasmine brings in some of the most sales, and your mother loves her dearly. Jasmine was hired not too long after me, Mr. Howell. The company relies heavily on her and her good heart. She just needs a little help, and she will be ever better.” Phil smiled, winking at Dan.

Dan groaned and pulled out his checkbook. “Fine, I’ll buy her a car. It will be a Christmas bonus, but that means you won’t be getting one.” 

"Oh, that’s fine, Mr. Howell; she needs it more than me.” Phil shrugged, walking back to where his coat was lying. He sat down with a sigh, stretching his legs. 

With a raised eyebrow, Dan stared at Phil. He was used to Phil being needy—not for himself but for others. Phil could be downright annoying at times, especially when he had an idea that he couldn’t let go. After knowing each other for so long, Dan could see easily that the man in front of him was up to something, but he couldn’t place what that was. 

“Why the hell do you keep calling me Mr. Howell? You never use that level of respect, unless you have bad news. What’s going on?” Dan asked, standing up slowly with uncertainty. 

Phil smiled almost sheepishly, his eyes twinkling. The kind of look that could melt even the iciest hearts, at least if you were Dan. The brunette sighed and walked over to Phil, taking a seat next to him.

“What’s going on, Lester?” Dan asked again, leaning back into the chair. 

With a shrug, Phil mumbled, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“What could you possibly need now? I like you, Phil; I do. But I can’t keep doing favors for you all the time. Once your coworkers realize I do anything you ask, they’ll take advantage and-” Dan rambled, only silenced by Phil putting a hand over his mouth. He glared at the blonde man in front of him, waiting for an explanation. 

“Just hear me out.” Phil ordered sternly, removing his hand from Dan’s mouth. 

Dan nodded reluctantly and fidgeted with his fingers. A heavy feeling sat in the pit of his stomach, and worry plagued his mind. He wasn’t quite sure what he was worried about. He knew that even though Phil was demanding at times, he would never ask for something that was impossible or even improbable. Deep down, however, Dan knew that he wasn’t worried about a crazy request; he was more worried that Phil had decided to move on from the Howell company. 

“So, you know, tomorrow night I’m being given an award for my children’s books." Phil started, anxiety already building in his stomach. 

Dan nodded slowly and observed Phil closely. He was genuinely proud of Phil, not only as a writer but as a person. His artwork in the storybooks was just as mesmerizing as the words that they held. Phil wrote stories from the heart, stories that included characters of all backgrounds. The story that had won an award was about a little orphan boy doing everything in his power to make the other children he lived with happy during the holidays. He would never admit it outloud, but it had made even Dan tear up. 

“I don’t really share my personal life, as you know, but I don’t really have any family to come and see me accept the award. Your parents and grandparents are coming to see me, which is amazing, but I would love for my coworkers to be able to come too.” Phil explained in a rushed but quiet tone. 

The brunette felt a smile forming on his face, and he worked quickly to hide it. What Phil didn’t know was that Dan had allowed every one of his workers tomorrow night off to go to the awards. Dan had even hired a team to decorate the building for Christmas so that they could all have a party to celebrate Phil’s accomplishments. 

“Ah, so you want me to let everyone off early so they can join you?” Dan asked, playing dumb. 

Phil nodded quickly, “Uh, yeah. But I also want you to be my plus one.” 

Dan’s eyes widened, and he felt his cheeks heating up at Phil’s words. Was Phil asking him on a date? His mind raced, thinking back to all of his memories that included Phil. In a lot of ways, they had grown up together. When Phil first started working for the Howell’s at sixteen, Dan was only twelve and had no idea that he would find a friend in Phil. They always had something of a rivalry and even some stupid fights about work, but when Dan thought of beauty, Phil was the first image in his head. 

“You obviously don’t have to, if you think it’s inappropriate for a professional relationship. I just, I guess, consider you my best friend, and I feel comfortable with you.” Phil added, his face turning pink to match Dan’s. 

The brunette grinned, his heart breaking slightly at the thought of only a professional relationship. Perhaps they were best friends too, but was it enough? Deep down, Dan knew he would take what he could get. He struggled with human connection most of the time, and if he had a connection of any kind with Phil, he would cling to it. 

“Calm down, Phil. I’ll be your plus one, and I’ll make sure we all make it to the award show. But I have one condition.” Dan explained, forcing his face to remain neutral. 

Phil gasped, and his eyes brightened, shining like sunshine against fresh snow. “Really?! Yeah, anything!” 

Dan smiled at the man beside him, allowing himself to truly smile for the first time in too long. “Before we go to the awards, I want to take you out to dinner. I’ll text you the details later. Now go on, and give this check to Jasmine on your way out.” He said dismissively, handing the signed check to Phil before walking back to his desk and sitting down. 

“I,uh, yeah. Thank you, sir. I really appreciate all of this.” Phil said as he walked clumsily out the door. 

Dan snickered to himself for a moment before sighing and looking out to the falling snow. He had dreamed of this moment for many years now, and he was excited. Though, for every ounce of excitement, there was panic as well. What the hell had he gotten himself into? 

[dnpredacted]

It honestly drives me insane that I will never know what dan looks like with a cock in his mouth because I know it's gotta be the prettiest sight the world has ever seen... I keep picturing him on his knees, looking up with those big brown eyes, desperate for praise, unable to beg with his mouth full, so all he can do is moan... fingers running through his soft curls, he'd love getting his face fucked just to prove how good he is, and to see how far he can push himself, he'd have tears streaming down his face as his eyes watered reflexively from getting his throat stretched... it would turn him on so bad he'd need to play with himself for some relief, and all it would take would be a single "good boy" and he'd be coming, it kills me that I'll never know the shade of red his pretty lips and cheeks would turn, or how lovely he'd look with his eyes rolling and his mouth full... And that's just how he'd LOOK. We know he has a mouth the size of the black hole at the center of our galaxy he's a fucking throat goat I know it. He was built for sucking cock it's crazy. Phil Lester you are a lucky man !!!!!!!!!! - peach anon 🍑

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[exoyouareruiningmylife]

Okay but what the hell Dan did in his past life to deserve Phil Lester aka Actual Sunshine

[phanlight]

Imagine Living Like A King Someday

prompt: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

[CHAPTER MASTERPOST]

theres something so funny to me abt having written all of this over a matter of months and then picking it up 4 entire years later like nothing happened

still thinking of the enormous steaming mess past left future me to clear up in terms of plot but i think we're finally there THANKS 2016 SHELLEY

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Twenty-Three (fINALLY)

By far the best thing about this job, Dan decides, is the Thursday afternoons. They allow for a lull in the week, a window wherein Phil is enveloped in a research project and Noah equally as swallowed up in rehearsals. December being only a breath away had made for a sudden increase in workload for both of them; it seems leaving the holiday season for an actual holiday is far too big an ask for the education system. Dan feels sorry for them. He remembers his burning resentment toward academic responsibilities; how much he’d loathed being made to study while the sky loses its light. He’d taken pity on the pair of them and stocked up on various study supplies – all edible and a few drinkable, much to their delight. He’d left them with all the Kit-Kats, Doritos and Jaffa Cakes they’d possibly be able to cram into a four-hour session. He’s becoming something of a mother figure, he giggles when he tells Lawrence.

There’s something about conversations with someone as wise as the head caretaker, the nicest boss he’s ever had, that jolts everything back into perspective again. Sometimes, when anxiety gnaws and every breath feels uneasy, the only thing that helps is a few words of wisdom. Of true compassion. And as caring and as gentle as Phil is, sometimes it’s worth listening to someone over triple his age; with triple his life experience.

And way over triple his collection of mugs. They stand in rows in a cabinet next to the desk, a glass door keeping them on proud display (there’s no way he doesn’t polish that regularly). He can’t count the teas they’ve had together, but he’s never had the same mug twice. It makes the overall experience just that little bit more enjoyable; a guaranteed smile no matter how bleak the day.

“Wallace, or Gromit?” is the first thing Lawrence says when Dan creaks open the door.

He frowns. Bit of an odd way to say hello, but he’s had weirder.

“Sorry?”

“If you had to pick?”

Dan chuckles, his frown melting away. Months of this place has made him warmly familiar with Lawrence’s eccentricities and quick-fire questions upon entering. The only one who works here with a personality, Phil often calls him, before quickly adding Below fifty, of course.

“Gromit,” he says decidedly. “He’s cute.”

“Gromit it is,” he whips around, presenting Dan with a steaming ceramic version of the dog, his left ear protruding into a handle.

“How did I not see that coming?” Dan chuckles, taking the mug and nearly burning his fingertips. “Thanks,” he sips a little too quickly. “Let me guess; you have a Wallace one too?”

“A-ha!” Lawrence spins around again holding with an identically sized mug, the other character still grinning despite having a head full of boiling hot liquid.

“You never cease to amaze me,” Dan grins, shaking his head in disbelief. He plops himself down on Lawrence’s enormous armchair, shifting a jacket off of the seat. Despite his repeated insistence that he really doesn’t mind and the stool looks really comfy, actually; Lawrence insists he takes his chair every single time he comes over.

‘It’s just lovely to have a chat with you, kid,’ he’d say. ‘I don’t get many visitors.’

The whole thing swamps Dan’s small frame, the upholstery devouring most of him, but the comfort is unbeatable. He could fall asleep here.

“Look at his nose! His- look at that! Hey- you’re missing it!”

Dan’s eyes dart around the room. “Wait- what?”

“The mug!” he urges.

Dan frowns, peering at the steaming Wallace. His grin looks like the taste of Brie.

“It’s-…” he squints. “Big?”

“Not mine you daft thing- yours!” he points.

“Mine?” Dan looks down. Gromit stares forward, his black button now a cherry red. “Oh!”

“Clever, that, ain’t it?” Lawrence enthuses, his eyes shimmering. “Must be a heat detector! I don’t know how they do it, these things,” he beams. “It’s like they’re finding something new every day.”

Dan’s heart glows. It would come as no surprise if he’d been waiting all week to show him that.

“I’ll keep an eye out for it next time,” Dan smiles, looking down. “I used to have a Pac-Man mug that did a similar thing, actually.”

“Pac-Man, eh?” Lawrence says as if it’s the eleventh Grand Theft Auto. “What used to happen? Did he do his little routine?”

“Not quite,” Dan giggles, assuming his ‘little routine’ constituted flying around a maze uncontrollably. “The ghosts just appeared. Nothing moved, though.”

“That’ll be the next step, I tell you,” Lawrence says. “Goodness knows what they’ll be able to do even one year from now. Come next Christmas you’ll be buying me a mug that can sing.”

Dan’s grin doesn’t stop. How someone so many times his age can still bear such child-like enthusiasm for the small things really is something treasurable. The gem of Southview, he decides as he takes another sip and studies the bottle opener collection beside him. Lawrence makes this job bearable. Worthwhile.

He doesn’t tell him such mugs actually exist; doesn’t let on the Cherusker stein is a particular favourite of his. The cabinet full of them was in fact possibly the only tolerable aspect of the May Fair experience; – he’d forever spend lounge duty dusting them, lifting every one and smiling as gentle lullabies spilled out until barked at to ‘stop wasting time’. He makes a mental note to make another addition to his Christmas shopping list. He’s certain Lawrence is aware of their existence, but he’s sure he wouldn’t be expecting to unwrap one only three weeks from now. Seeing those eyes crinkle with joy under years of laughter lines is a gift in itself.

He only realizes he’s smiling when Lawrence matches his grin.

“You’re at a funny age,” he sighs, clinking the spoon against the china. He places it on an Abbey Road coaster. “That’s what my mother used to say,” he pauses, forehead lined with thought. “Mind you, she’s been saying that at every age I’ve been,” there’s a silence. “Even now.”

Dan grins, imagining a woman twenty-odd years older but about a metre shorter. It warms his heart to hear she’s still with him, with them. Here.

“What does that say, eh?” he continues. “There’s never an age you’re going to look back and everything around you will have fallen into place. Never a moment you’ll dust off your hands and think ‘well, that was easy’. Because that isn’t life.”

The final sentence resounds all around the hemisphere of his consciousness. What absolute truth there is to be found in that.

This is precisely what he loves about his conversations with Lawrence. It isn’t just the tea. Not even the comfort both physical and emotional alike; the guarantee that whatever he confesses to doing won’t go any further than the office walls. It isn’t even the advice- which he’d go so far as to admit is more beneficial than Phil’s, at certain times (there’s just something about hearing it from someone who’s double their combined age).

It’s the lack of judgement. The listening ear. The only person he can truly guarantee is without a single trace of bias or underlying ulterior motive. The ‘I’ve experienced, lived, truly knocked down but bounced back every time’ tone that resonates through every pebble of advice, each wise word he gifts away.

And he feels safe, talking to him. He feels comfortable. It’s everything every single past job wasn’t, and even now, when Dan drags a scalding sip to his lips and listens to Lawrence’s stories, his pellets of wisdom and anecdote after anecdote involving life in the Sixties, he realizes he’s truly safe here. Happy, almost.

“How old is she? Your mother?” The question escapes his lips before he can exercise any control over what he’s asking. Shit, he hopes that wasn’t too personal. Not a lot of things are off-limits when it comes to conversations with Lawrence, but boundaries are still unclear.

Lawrence remains unfazed, his expression still thoughtfully soft.

“She’ll be ninety-eight this June.”

“Eighty-eight?” Dan frowns. He must have heard that wrong.

Lawrence points a finger to the ceiling. “Up ten.”

His jaw drops.

“Wow.”

“Yep,” Lawrence contradicts with a warm head nod. “She’s lived through a lot, has our Maggie.”

“I can imagine,” Dan breathes, leaning against the desk. His respective lifespan has already thrown enough in his direction. He can’t imagine what four times that would be.

“Lived through two world wars, bless her,” he sighs, his eyes studying the windowsill. “Lord alone knows what the woman must have witnessed,” his eyes flicker to Dan. “Then bringing up three kids on top of that,” he shakes his head, slurping the steam. “I don’t know how she does it. Still going strong, mind. She’s an angel.”

“Truly,” Dan sighs, his gaze leaning further and further out of the window. A crow comes to a soaring descent onto one of the branches, leaving a flutter of yellow leaves in its wake. If he narrows his eyes he can make out the very outline of a nest somewhere further in. “You’re lucky to have her,” he says before his thoughts can catch up.

Lawrence huffs out a chuckle. “You sound almost as old as I do, kid,” he hesitates. “Though you’re right. I am. I love her.” There’s a silence. “And I make sure I tell her every single day.”

Something tightens in the back of Dan’s throat. He blinks a couple of times, sipping carefully. “That’s lovely,” he mumbles into the mug, masking the crack he knew was going to appear in his voice.

“It’s important to say it as often as you can, you know,” he says, tearing open a box of Leibniz and giving Dan the first pick. They’re orange – his favourite. Last week’s rant over the white chocolate ones had clearly been taken on board. “However you say it. In whichever respect you mean it. You have to tell them how much they mean to you. You have to tell them you love them.”

A crumb goes down the wrong way.

“Careful, kid,” Lawrence gives him a firm thump on the back. Dan erupts into coughs, pausing to choke on his own breath a handful of times.

“You okay?”

It’s an amusing question given he’s a shade of scarlet and can only gasp in response, but he nods anyway, reaching for the tea.

All good, he mouths.

A couple of scalding sips later his lungs finally begin to recalibrate.

“Fuck-…” he huffs out a sigh. “I don’t know where that came from- I-…” he chokes again. “You’re right, though, about the-” another cough interrupts him.

“You’re meant to eat it, not inhale it,” Lawrence chuckles. “You donut. Here-“ he pulls out a drawer, scrabbling through loose sheets of kitchen roll and various CDs (without cases, much to Dan’s anxiety) before thrusting a half-opened packet of Soothers into his hand. “Finish them off, kid.”

“Oh, Lawrence,” Dan’s heart all but melts. “Thank you.”

He only takes one, but Lawrence insists he keeps them.

“Just in case you inhale your dinner tonight,” he chuckles, before adding, “Don’t you go choking on that, for God’s sake.”

“The irony of choking on a Soother,” Dan giggles. his speech a little indistinct. They’re a little on the sticky side but they still taste good. The peach ones have always been his favourite.

“Remember what I said,” he reminds him as Dan chews.

“Thank you,” he says again.

“Not at all, pet,” he smiles. “They need eating up.”

Dan chuckles. “I meant for the-…” he trails off when he spots the gleam in the older man’s eye. He doesn’t even need to finish his sentence to know he knows.

“It’s my pleasure. As long as I can be useful for something,” he raises his chipped mug to his lips as if it’s a champagne glass. “Always remember to give your energy to the right things. And the right people.”

Dan smiles, twining a loose thread around his pinkie. Another pellet of wisdom to come back to when he feels his mind darkening.

“I never used to be much good at that,” he admits. “The right people were always the wrong.”

“Ah, but never forget how far you’ve come,” Lawrence says. “You’re telling me things you wouldn’t have even been able to even think about months ago.”

Dan looks up. “Seriously?” Shit, he hadn’t even noticed.

“Would I be joking?” Lawrence simply says, furrowing a large silver eyebrow. Dan looks down at his tea, sipping carefully. It’s reached a perfect temperature, the liquid hugging his lips. “You tend not to be able to see your own progress, but others can. Others do,” he insists, grey eyes promising.

Dan feels like he’s going to cry.

“Thank you,” he breathes, disguising his mouth with the mug again.

“You don’t need to thank me, kid,” he chuckles.

“It’s unbelievably hard not to,” Dan admits, chuckling too. His eyes threaten tears but he can’t stop grinning.

“If anything, I should be thanking you,” he says.

Dan stares at him.

“Me? What for?”

“Oh, kid,” Lawrence sighs, his eyes glittering. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you. We’ve had some real characters in and out of here, I’m telling you – between you and me, and don’t even let this get to Phil, but-…” he shakes his head, his eyes following another crow headed in the same direction. He’s probably watching the same tree; Dan briefly thinks before he continues. “Some were okay,” he says almost as if to convince himself if anyone. “Mary, she was lovely. But some,” he closes his eyes, shaking his head. “Look- I really shouldn’t be telling you this- Lord alone knows how unprofessional it is to be-“

“I wouldn’t worry,” Dan interjects, immediately apologizing for interrupting. “Workplaces harbor all manner of dark secrets. I’m sure a little venting about a couple of difficult colleagues doesn’t even come close.”

Lawrence chuckles, dusting biscuit crumbs off of the desk. “That I can’t argue with, kid,” he continues wiping, as if to process his next thought. “I’m not one to speak ill of people- of anyone, but-…’ he shakes his head. ‘You have no idea how much easier a time you give me, kid. It’s a joy to have you here,” he lowers his voice. “Some of them didn’t even turn up.”

Dan feels his face burn a little. Something warm floods through his veins. Shit, he’s never been told anything like that before. Never anything even remotely close. There’s also something particularly wholesome about Lawrence giving a recount of lousy employees like it’s a business-shattering affair, all hushed tones and closed doors.

“It’s great to be here,” he says quickly, his heart thumping. “It really is. It-…” he stops himself, interrupted by the abundance of possible phrases. Saved me, is the only one that adheres.

“I know,” Lawrence says before he can even open his mouth. He reaches forward and gives his knee a quick pat, and Dan wonders how such a small motion can harbour such reassurance. He doesn’t even need to finish his sentences he’s this understanding. “You’re a delight of an employee, I hope you realize,” he grins. “Everything you do is so appreciated here, kid. I ought to tell you that more often,” he pauses.  “Sometimes the advice we give is advice we need to take ourselves, eh?

“And vice-versa,” Dan smiles, before hesitating. “Maybe I ought to express myself more.”

“Oh, you already do, kid,” Lawrence says. “We know.”

Dan’s grinning at his tea when he catches the end of his sentence.

“Especially Phil, did you say?”

“Oh, tell me about it. He can’t speak too highly of you, can our Phil. He can’t stop talking about you altogether, mind. ‘The Dan Button’, we call it.”

This conversation isn’t doing Dan’s sensitive blush reflex any favours whatsoever, but he’s past caring. He’s something of an open book to Lawrence anyway.

He stares at the row of vintage Cadbury mugs lining the top shelf of the cabinet (the 1970s Caramel edition is his favourite – there’s just something about the golden writing) as he continues. He wonders if he has a Phil Button. Does he talk about him a lot? Fuck, he hasn’t even thought about it. Usually there’s so much to say; whether it be an anecdote from the passing day or a conversation they’d had or something they’d watched or witnessed or read. It’s difficult to keep track of his own train of thought whenever anyone mentions him. The topic usually leads itself, his own mouth merely a guide. He’ll have to ask Noah if it’s getting excessive.

His eyes stay with the branch. The two crows huddle around the nest-like cluster. By the time this conversation is over the tree will probably be completely leaf-less, he notices as more fall.

“I don’t have a Phil Button, do I?” he says before he can stop himself. Fuck. He just couldn’t resist.

Lawrence only smiles. An eyebrow thinks about twitching upward.

Dan smirks at the silence. Okay. Enough said.

“You kids,” he sighs, swallowing the remains of his tea. “Look out for each other, won’t you? Remember what I said. Tell people how much they mean to you. They aren’t mind-readers.”

Dan smiles, and promises.

“Always.”

Lawrence grins. “I’m glad you ended up here. Doctor Lester is particularly fond of you, y’know.”

Dan stares at him. Surely not. He’s never even seen the man talk, let alone crack anything close to a smile. Any communication between the two had always been by proxy – usually through Lawrence but Phil a lot of the time too. It’s eerily easy to forget they’re even related at all, let alone father and son.

“Oh yes,” he continues, reading his expression. “I shan’t embarrass you with the details, but he says it’s simply a delight to have you on board.”

Dan stares out of the window. Another crow had joined whom he had presumed to be the mother (how can you even tell with birds like that?), both fluttering close to their respective nest. More leaves fall with every judder.

“Well, that-…” he giggles, already feeling his face flush again. He’s going to have to invest in some makeup at this point. “That means a lot. To say the very least, I guess,” he widens his eyes, staring into space. “Wow. God, that’s-…” disbelief silences him. He shakes his head. “That’s the first time like-…” his eyes flicker wider. “Ever.”

“Yeah,” Lawrence remains tactfully quiet. Any allusions toward past jobs are always met with nothing other than gentle sympathy – never questions, never any further comments. Dan can’t thank him enough for that – the past is to be referred to, not relived. If its only reflective purpose is to one day be used as a comparison, something highlighting the incline of quality of life thereafter, then so be it. “You’re appreciated here, kid. By all of us,” he leans forward. “Between you and me, I think he can see how happy you’re making Phil. Y’didn’t hear that from me though, alright?” he nudges his foot with his own and throws him a quick wink.

Dan goes from pink to peony. He makes sure to chew his biscuit properly this time, dunking it in the remains of the tea. Another choking fit at his point would probably send him head-first into the recovery position. He doesn’t reckon being carried out of Mr. Headforth’s office on a stretcher would be his finest hour. Not when he’s finally made it onto the good side of the school, of the staff and communities therein; unusually tight-knit for such a vast population.

He looks up. He smiles.

“No, I didn’t.”

Lawrence’s eyes flicker down to his cheeks. He doesn’t need to say anything.

::

And I make sure I tell her every single day.

It resides with him for the rest of the afternoon, the phrase burning itself into his consciousness like a tattoo behind the eyes. He can’t let it go, not when he’s studying that pineapple streak the sunset left behind, Phil a breezy nuzzle to the cheek. Not when they’re pacing through the corridors somewhere in the evening, somewhere between the fall of the sun and the rise of the moon. Not even when their hair becomes a confusion of two shades and every breath is shared.

However you say it. In whichever respect you mean it.

He wonders how Lawrence tells her; his mother. When. Where. Does it depend on the day? The hour? Circumstance? He knows there are more than eight letters involved in the action, more than three words to its weight. Does the meaning bleed through his everyday phrases? When he asks her about her day? Whether she’s eaten?

He gulps, his heart thudding.

“Have you had lunch?” was how he’d greeted Phil this noon. “I have loads of pasta in the fridge. I made too much again.”

He stares at the ceiling.

“Text me when you get there,” was how he’d said goodbye this evening. It had started as a joke between the three of them – the campus, although spanning acre-upon-acre of land is still nothing but a speck when compared to the rest of the outside world – but had quickly become something of a tradition (to the extent Dan would often find himself receiving ‘i’m ok <3’ texts from someone in the next room as him).

“Take care,” is how he punctuates most ending conversations with the other boy in hindsight. Still eight letters. A different combination of such, albeit, but a mirrored meaning.

Oh god. He’s fucked.

You’re at a funny age, grey eyes remind him.

Every cell in his body agrees with that, and apparently it’s something they’ll have to get used to. It looks like that’ll never stop, not even after ninety-eight trips around the Sun.

Remember what I said.

Dan does.

[dramaticlester]

Miles of skin

summary: there’s so much dan loves, it’s hard to list it all

genre: fluff, 

warnings:swearing, sexual scenes (not too detailed), lots of body imagery

hair

When Dan was 18 and dreaming up his ideal partner, it never started with black, straight hair. It was usually blonde, maybe slightly ginger, and swept away from their face. his ideal man was a model. he thought of them stood on a beach, perhaps, their hair blowing in the wind. jaw strong and chiselled, Dan much smaller, nestled in their arms like a prize.

But Phil, he wasn’t like that. Phil had hair as black as anything, in a straight fringe across his forehead. he wasn’t a chiselled model, and he certainly wasn’t much taller than Dan. when he stood on the beach, he squinted and complained that his glasses were going to blow away, and took time to swipe his hair away from said glasses. Dan couldn’t stand nestled under his arm, more like the other way round. but Phil was special. As Dan got older, he realised that the perfect guy wasn’t perfect. His Phil wasn’t perfect, either. But he was the closest, he thinks, he could ever get. He didn’t want perfect, anymore, he wanted his Phil. His Phil with the stupid straight emo hair that, when he got older, started being pushed into a quiff. Phil looked sexy with a quiff.

eyes

Dan had never been one for beautiful eyes. he didn’t look into someone’s eyes and feel taken away by their colour, or shape, or size. when he was younger, he struggled to look into people’s eyes, anyway, preferring to cast his gaze between their eyebrows or down at the floor. he struggled to feel any connections and he certainly did not believe eyes could hold pain or happiness. he just didn’t believe it. he hated his own eyes, too. he hated their colour and the almond shape, his obnoxiously long eyelashes that curled into his eyes sometimes and hurt. but, then he met Phil.

it was when Dan saw a picture of Phil that he started to doubt his own intuition. you could go swimming in those eyes he thought. in fact, he commented it, right there on the very photo. the camera he used for YouTube did no justice. when they met, it was the first pair of eyes Dan could look straight into. the first pair he could see love brimming in, focused solely on him. Dan was elated. it was the first pair he saw the pain in, shown by shed tears as they hugged goodbye at the train station. it was the first he saw untainted happiness in when Dan agreed to move in with him after announcing he would be attending Manchester university. they were, undoubtedly, just eyes. but my god, they were the most beautiful pair Dan had ever seen. though, Phil.s favourite activity was to argue that Dan's were, in fact, the “most beautiful plus 1.”

lips

Dan always thought lips were just lips. he didn’t understand why he was so chapped, he didn’t understand why people got injections to plump them up, he didn’t understand at all. the only time he really concentrated on people’s lips was when he couldn’t be bothered listening to what they were saying, so he’d lip-read instead, albeit rather unsuccessfully. he never looked at someone and thought fuck, they should do something about that or wow I wish I could kiss them. well, until he met Phil, of course.

after he’d noticed Phil's eyes, his gaze wandered down to his lips. plump and inviting, pink and so smooth. Dan suddenly felt the need to apply five tubs of Vaseline. he stared at Phil’s lips the day they met, and not just to lip read. Phil didn’t really hint at much, but Dan saw how his lips curved into a smirk, obviously. they’d gotten on the Manchester eye, hands clasped between them. Dan thought he’d been subtle. Phil had bitten his lip, Dan had reciprocated without thinking. that’s when he was kissed. soft and gentle, unsure yet so passionately. it was wonderful, chapped against smooth. Dan reiterated his apologies for his chapped lips. Phil laughed and stroked his thumb along the bottom one, pulling it and watching it ping back into place. another gentle kiss. you’re perfect.

neck

Dan didn’t have a neck kink, he told himself, he just found it really fucking arousing when someone kissed his neck. or if he was indulging himself alone, or perhaps on Skype to Phil, he swiped his thumb along the side now and then, gasping at the spark of unadulterated pleasure. but he didn’t have a neck kink. Phil changed things for him, though.

the first time they made love was wonderful. Dan experienced things he’d never felt, just taking and taking from Phil's body, only able to emit the smallest gasps of love. Phil gave it all to him, never held back. he showed Dan what he’d been missing.

they were moulded together, one entity. Phil buried deep inside him, his head tugged into his neck as he whispered encouraging words. Dan’s eyes were squeezed shut, alleviating his senses most deliciously. that’s when Phil had whimpered against his neck, the blow of hot hair making Dan tip his head back and let out an almost scream. a quiet scream, no doubt. Phil had smirked, pulling back to look at Dan’s face (which was turning more crimson by the second.)

“you’re beautiful,” Phil had whispered, kissing the corner of Dan’s mouth before moving back to his neck. he started kissing at first, barely applying much pressure, revelling in the short intake of breath from Dan’s mouth. then he applied more pressure before he was nibbling at Dan’s neck, moving along until he found the place that made Dan tense up, letting out a shrill moan and a large breath of air. Phil kept at this spot, sucking and sucking until the mark bloomed up against the pale skin of Dan’s neck. 

Dan had come with a shout and then a whisper of Phil's name, Phil's mouth against his neck and his tip pressing against the most sensitive place inside of him. Dan vowed to never let anyone love him the way Phil did ever again.

shoulders

shoulders were never something Dan thought about. they usually resided underneath someone's clothes, occasionally flexing when the person lifted something or wrote. it was never anything special, nothing that made Dan want to strike up a conversation with a person or beg them to pin him down to a mattress. they were shoulders. 

when he met Phil, he noticed that Phil's shoulders were broad. they were the type of shoulders you would associate with a man, though stereotypical. when Dan hugged him for the first time, he allowed himself to notice the muscle under his shirt, allowing his hands to find a home on top of them when they pulled away, not-so-discretely squeezing. Phil was his boyfriend, his man. he was the one Dan cuddled up to, a hand placed over his heart, head bracketed between Phil's chin and his shoulders, loved and protected from the whole world. dan felt pretty damn undefeatable with his head nestled there. he was the one who let Dan throw his arms around his neck when he was happy or encased him when he cried or screamed. he was the one who used the strength within those shoulders and arms to carry Dan to bed when he fell asleep on the sofa. he was nothing less than the love of dance life and his shoulders, though minor, were strong. they were Dan’s favourite place to sleep and his favourite place to wake up. 

tummy

Phil always joked over messenger about actually having a dad bod hidden beneath the camera.

“id love you all the same,” Dan insisted every time, fondness twinkling in his eyes. Phil would smirk, leaning closer to the camera with his tongue caught between his teeth. Dan longed to be with him. 

when Dan saw the first full body picture of Phil, his jaw literally dropped. Phil was beautiful, Dan had known that even just from looking at his face, but seeing his whole body was something Dan kept locked in his mind all the time. Phil was hot. not just hot, but hot. he was something Dan would've never dreamed of because his mind wasn't capable of conjuring something so wonderful. Phil had sent it to him shyly, telling Dan to check his messages whilst they were on Skype. Dan had stared at the picture for too long, only remembering he was on a video call when he heard Phil cough. he looked up just in time to see Phil cast his eyes down, blushing and his lip pulled between his teeth.

“you're fucking beautiful, Phil Lester,” Dan had whimpered, tears in his eyes. “I want to be with you so bad right now.”

“what, you don't think I'm too fat, hm?” Phil had whispered. Dan suddenly realised all of his jokes, were actually issues. Dan had stared at the screen, not quite sure what to say, not quite sure how to articulate what a fucking masterpiece Phil Lester was.

“I say this with all the love I can muster,” Dan had said. “shut the fuck up.”

Phil had giggled, finally looking back at Dan.

“Phil, how’d I get so lucky?” Dan settled on, shaking his head in disbelief.

Phil had never needed to complain about his appearance after that, because every day, Dan told him he was beautiful.

to this day in 2020, Dan tells him he's beautiful. whether its when Dan wakes up first and watches Phil for a while before carding a hand through his hair and muttering a “you're pretty, Lester,” or whether it's after a shower when Phil's skin is dry and flaky, and he's squinting trying to see through the fog without his glasses (Dan will usually slip his glasses back on, kiss the tip of his nose, unravel the towel from around his waist, and drop to his knees. Phil doesn't need words at times like this.)

legs

growing up, Dan had always had little stumpy legs that kept him below shoulder height of everyone. people made jokes about how his little legs couldn’t keep up in the playground, or his mother would tell him his legs were too little to climb the trees, and the workers at the fair told him he could ride when he grew a few more inches. it was frustrating for Dan... well until he hit 14. it was as if overnight, he became a lanky 6-foot-something lad, who didn’t quite know how to control his long limbs, constantly carving his shin off the coffee table and walking into open doors because he couldn’t see them at eye level. Dan hated long legs. well... his own.

Phil was also 6-foot-something. if Dan thought he was tall when he met Phil he was the short one. he had to look up at Phil and when they hugged, Dan's head just about reached his shoulder. Dan loved to run his hands up and down Phil’s legs when they were lying together on the bed, Phil giggling and tugging at Dan’s fringe with a “get back up here.” Dan wasn’t sure what it was, but Phil’s legs set off some kind of primal, animalistic urge within him. he wanted to cover every inch with his lips, kiss and nip his shins till they were red, suck on his thighs and leave bruises that still wouldn’t be faded by the time he got back to Manchester. he loved to hang behind Phil so he could watch how his legs moved, long and lean as he took clumsy steps downstairs or long strides down the streets of London. he loved to watch Phil try to fold his legs up in the bathtub, insisting that they could both fit. even when Dan's legs length surpassed Phi’ls, he was never quite as mesmerised. Phil's favourite part of Dan's body was probably his thighs, as he spent most of his time caressing them and squeezing and kissing them, but Dan didn’t understand how he could love Dan's so much, but hate his own. it was something they could argue about though when they lay sated and naked, curled up together.

“I love your thighs,” Phil would mutter.

“Yeah, well, I love yours more,” Dan would grin, kissing the top of his head.

“in this essay, I will explain why yours are better...” Phil would joke. they never took it much further though, just silently knowing that they were right.

bum

Dan kind of understands this one. he wouldn’t date someone based off their ass, but it didn’t hurt to feel the appeal. Dan's own wasn’t too flat until he crammed it into his obnoxiously tight skinny jeans that pushed it down so much that it looked like nothing. he didn't mind though, anything for fashion. Phil would usually pout quite a bit though, pulling Dan forward by the belt loops and kissing him, trying to sneakily undo the button and tug them back down.

“looser ones,” Phil always murmured against Dan's lips, crossing his arms when Dan would roll his eyes at him.

“what do I do for you?” Dan would sigh dramatically, kicking them off and putting Phil's favourite pair on.

but Phil's ass was perfect. it was impossible to crush as, even when he’d wear a pair of Dan's jeans, it was still there. Dan usually always slapped his ass when he bent over as a joke, giggling as Phil would jump and whine “Dan!” Dan couldn’t help it though.

when they kissed, his hands usually started on the small of Phil’s back. ever since he’d grown, Phil’s go to was to stand on tippy toes so he could reach around Dan's neck, insisting it brought them closer together when Dan would complain that his back hurt. he was only joking really though, as this way, when it got heated, Dan could move his hands down over the curve of Phil's ass, pulling him closer to press flush against each other, or even grind their bodies together if things got especially heated. it was just a wonderful part of Phil that Dan loved so much (especially whenever he was big spoon at night time and he could feel it pushed up against his body)

everything

Before they met, Dan never appreciated the beauty of the human body. with Phil, he appreciated it. because contained within that body, was the most beautiful soul, the funniest personality and the most gentle, loving giant he’d ever known. It was the perfect body for Dan’s favourite person in the whole world. He wouldn’t change a thing about it, ever. from his brilliant blue eyes down to the tips of his toes, Phil was beautiful, inside and out. 

and Dan never tried to stop himself from falling deeper in love every day..

[cozydnp-archive]

Hi! Do you have any fic recs for really long fics? Slow burn and happy ending is of course preferred! :3 love your name btw

Oh my god. I have so many. This is by no means an exhaustive list, but holy hell I still think about these fics all the time. All of these are slowburn and all have happy endings. I got u fam.

Bloodline by @lemonheadlester and I

Inspire the Way (Aspire to Be) by @i-am-my-opheliac (completed)

Dan has been a Graphic Designer for years now, being quite successful as a freelancer, but he wants more. The apprenticeship at Accordion is the challenge that he didn't know he needed, or wanted. Everything seems to be perfect, until he's assigned to work on a project with Phil Lester, the Marketing Manager.

This is such a fun, feel good fic with a lot of chaotic ups and downs and a wonderfully Phil-like Phil. You’re literally going to be rooting for them to get together the whole time.

Love Yourself by @imnotinclinedtomaturity (ongoing)

A lot of things about Dan's life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he's got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He's currently lacking inspiration, he's rather lonely, and he's stuck in a rut.

Dan's been going to the same coffee shop for years. It's quiet, it's quaint, it's near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that's he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista.

(when you gonna realise) it was just the time that was wrong

when I sing, you sing harmonies

I’m half-doomed and you’re semi-sweet

and just once to be lifted strong by @leblonde (all completed)

sit down and get comfy because these fics are art. They’re literally all masterfully written, romantic, gorgeously immersive works of art.

Rebellion by vegapancakes (completed)

This is still one of my favourite fics of all time. Dan and Phil are two high school students living in a world where England is a dictatorship under the rule of a man they call The Tyrant behind closed doors. What Phil doesn’t know is that Dan is secretly the leader of the rebels, and he desperately doesn’t want his best friend to find out in order to keep Phil safe. All the while, theyre falling in love, and Dan’s life is more and more in danger.

Violet Afire by @ordanary (ongoing)

When Dan Howell catches word of fires being set in the fields near his home, he's not wrong to suspect there are Reds, or those marked as societal threats, behind it. Dan, himself, is a Blue, marked as morally correct. But when Dan keeps accidentally running into a strange, black haired Red on his property, he begins to wonder if maybe the Blues aren't the good guys after all.

The Water Might be Lovely by @isleofbants

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.

Light Through an Open Door by queerofcups (completed)

The best university au I’ve ever read. The characterization is so wonderfully complex and the characters themselves are loveable and real. It’s a really sweet love story in a part of life that feels a bit chaotic.

Maybe the World Won’t Find us by @awrfhi

dan takes on a defence case which he personally witnesses and he grows closer to his client phil. needless to say, the lines between business and pleasure become increasingly blurred.

Watchful by @cafephan (completed)

I don’t know how to express how much I love this fic. Phil is a paranormal investigator and Dan is a ghost trapped in an asylum. It’s emotional and wonderful.

ALSO anything by @danfanciesphil, @queerofcups, or @phanbliss ugh

I have so many more, and I’m going to be putting up one of my completed fics soon too. These are definitely long and satisfying ones though, I chose all the ones I definitely couldn’t put down whilst reading.

[doomedhowell]

Cute :D

Summary: The first time Phil comments on one of Dan's dailybooth photos.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 582

Written for the pff bingo 2019: filled for the prompt ‘dailybooth'

which now officially marks my first bingo on my pff card!!!

[READ ON AO3]

Dan sighs tiredly as he walks into his bedroom after a long and stressful day at school. He has tons of homework to get done by tomorrow, but homework is the last thing on his mind.

Dan tosses his bag onto the floor randomly before flopping down onto the bed and grabbing his laptop. The first thing he does is log onto his dailybooth account to see if he has any new comments or messages. Dan clicks onto one of his photos, and his heart nearly jumps out of his chest when he sees that none other than AmazingPhil has commented on one of his pictures.

Dan idolizes AmazingPhil, the man inspired him to start his own Youtube channel and start making videos. Phil just recently followed him on Twitter, and they’ve even messaged each other a few times, which is something that Dan still has to pinch himself over. But, Dan never thought that Phil would comment on one of his photos on dailybooth. Dan never even gave Phil his dailybooth.

Dan stares at the notification for a good moment, and hesitating, before finally clicking on it.

Dan groans when he sees that Phil has commented on one of his selfies that he’s taken in bed a few weeks ago. Out of all the pictures he could have commented on, why that one?

Phil: wow hello you’re so cute :D

Dan lets out a little squeak when he sees that Phil bloody Lester has called him cute.

Dan clicks the reply button. He sits there for a moment, trying to think of something to reply that doesn’t make him sound totally lame. Because the last thing he needs to do is embarrass himself in front of Phil when they’ve only just started talking to each other. Dan cannot mess this up.

danisnotonfire: wow thanks!! i could say the same thing about you O.o

Dan facepalms himself, and immediately wants to delete the reply as soon as he hits send, but he decides to keep the comment. He closes dailybooth, and heads over to Twitter for a little bit, trying not to worry about dailybooth.

Dan browses for quite a few hours on his social media before he gets another dailybooth notification, but this time on messages instead of a random comment. Phil messaged him. Dan almost can’t believe it.

Phil: hi :) hope you’re still up?

This time, Dan doesn’t hesitate to reply.

danisnotonfire: i’m up, and incredibly bored, what’re u doing?

Phil: same, couldn’t sleep, thought i’d message you and see if you were up :D

danisnotonfire: well lucky for you i have a terrible sleep schedule

Phil: guess that’s we have something in common then!!

Dan giggles out loud at Phil’s reply, before slapping a hand over his mouth, remembering that his parents and brother are probably sleeping at this time, because the rest of his family can actually sleep.

danisnotonfire: i have to be at school tomorrow and it’s past midnight, it’s gonna suck so bad lol

Phil: oh no I’d hate to keep you awake, maybe you should try to sleep?

danisnotonfire: i’m gonna be up at 3am anyways with or without you. might as well chat :’)

Dan ends up talking to Phil on dailybooth for nearly two hours before he finally passes out, which ultimately results in Dan almost missing his alarm clock going off and missing school completely. But, nearly missing school to talk to Phil was totally worth it, at least Dan thinks so.

[ahappydnp]

wait did we get a waffle about how lucky dan is for having phil in his life because if you'd be willing to dish some of that out i'm ready to do a happy cry about it

I mean my entire blog is one big Phil Lester appreciation post. I think the anon just wanted me to give Dan some love haha

Dan is the luckiest man in the world to have Phil in his life. First of all, he literally gets to look at that gorgeous ass man on a daily basis. Imagine waking up and seeing That. Every mood, every look, every wild idea; Dan gets to see it all. Not that I’m jealous or anything...I don’t think about a sleepy grumpy morning Phil on a regular basis...

He gets to see that weird wonderful brain at work every day. He’s probably read his manuscript (damn you Dan!). I mean, I’ve said all of this a thousand times. Phil is just...incredible. He’s funny and witty and thoughtful and kind. He’s beautiful inside and out. He makes sure everyone around him is comfortable and happy, he’s the kind of person who prioritizes others. His fierce love and loyalty to his family is heartwarming (Kath plz adopt me). His business sense is fascinating; the man built an empire off of something he loves!!

Dan has someone who has been a rock and a security for so many years. I mean, he said it best in BIG- Phil made him feel safe and understood for the first time in a very long time. Phil has been his safe place through every hardship, every bad mental health period, everytime he was a scared closeted kid who felt like the rug was pulled out under him. Phil was his sense of stability through it all. Dan found someone who supported him and loved him through all of it. Dan got what we all dream of. He got his (well deserved) happy ever after.

Phil makes sure Dan is given his due credit. Even in the Christmas Adventure, he made sure everyone knew Dan did half the work. Just like Dan is Phil trash #1, Phil is Dan’s biggest fan. They constantly build each other up. Dan’s got someone who will stand on the sidelines to make sure he gets the love and attention he deserves. Phil has no problem giving Dan the spotlight, he encourages it.

Dan is completely aware of how lucky he is to have Phil. Dan snagged one of the most remarkable men you could hope for. Dan got Phil fucking Lester.

[paradisobound]

Sail Away With Me: Part 3

Summary: It was a fluke. Dan shouldn’t have ever gone with Sam to a party on a yacht. He shouldn’t have trusted her to go. But in a chance encounter, he ends up in bed with Phil Lester, a billionaire CEO of a luxury clothing company. When he thinks he’s screwed up enough, he realizes he’s in way too deep. Because Phil Lester has fallen in love with him. The catch: Dan gave Phil a fake name and all Phil has to remember Dan by is the tattoo on his hip and the necklace he left behind.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: A semi-explicit sex scene between Dan and another male

Pairing: Instagraminfluencer!dan and CEO!Phil

This is a chaptered work. Updates every Saturday around 1pm EST

**MASTERLIST | ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN | WATTPAD**

DAN POV 

“I got an email from a company called Luxor.” 

The breeze is blowing through Dan’s curls as he pushes his hand through them and shuffled them a bit on top of his head. They were sat on the balcony just outside of Sam’s room, overlooking the coast. The mist from the water kept kissing his skin, leaving his cheeks a bit dewey. 

Sam looks up at him, tucking a stray strand of her wavy red hair behind her ear. She’s wearing her glasses this morning and although Dan’s seen her with them often, he knows that if she were to be photographed like that right now, she would definitely be seen as ‘over-casual’. But truth was Sam was nearly blind. 

She wraps her lanky arms around her knees and draws them closer to her chest as her shorts ride up her thighs a bit. She sniffles a bit and wipes at her nose before finally opening her mouth to say something to Dan. 

“Not impressive.” 

“Oh?” 

Sam shrugs again and lets her feet down from the edge of the chair, putting them on the floor. “Luxor is just another stereotypical clothing brand.” 

“But the email seems promising.” 

Dan scrolled a bit further down the email where they said they would love to meet up with him at their London office to talk about negotiations for a potential contract deal between them. To say Dan was intrigued was an understatement. He was used to companies reaching out to him for his large Instagram presence but he often doesn’t get anything that pays him anywhere near what Luxor would probably pay him. 

He lets out a sigh and looks back out at the coast. In the distance, he can see boats of all kinds: yachts, sail boats, everything. Dan takes in a deep breath, holds it, and then lets it go as he relaxes his shoulders. 

He’s actually feeling pretty lucky that he wasn’t too hungover this morning. He definitely cannot say the same for Sam who currently looked like death ran over her twice but he can at least say he’s feeling better. 

Although, the tinge in his backside was definitely an indication of his night last night. He wouldn’t even be entirely sure that the night was real if it wasn’t for that light ache in his lower back. If he closes his eyes, he can still feel everything and it makes his skin tingle. 

“It’s up to you,” Sam says, drumming her fingers against the side of her chair. Her finger nails made a pleasing yet slightly obnoxious clicking every time they hit the metal. “But I don’t think Luxor is worth it.” 

Dan shrugs. “I’ll think about it.” 

Sam shrugs again and leans down, resting her chin against the railing of the balcony. 

“How are you feeling?” Dan asks her, knowing full well that she isn’t feeling the best. She follows his question by another shrug—she must be in that mood today—and then sits up. She reaches into her hoodie pocket and fishes out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and placing it between her lips as she lights it. 

“Does that answer your question?” She asks with a chuckle. “I’m hungover as fuck and I have a headache thats bigger than the whole of the UK.” 

Dan lets out a soft chuckles and reaches over, rubbing her arm gently. She twitches for a second and then laughs. “We’re a mess.” 

“And that’s why we’re best friends.” 

“Because we’re both hot messes?” Sam asks with a lighthearted chuckle. 

Dan nods and lets out a loud snort as he reaches for the table in front of him and picks up his cold coffee and takes a sip. 

Sam finishes her cigarette and puts it out in the ash tray that she has hidden under her chair. She then lets out a loud groan and stretches up before she kicks her long legs out in front of her and stands up. “Let’s go.” 

“Where?” Dan asks. 

He knows its the afternoon, but he’s didn’t know they had any plans. 

“Lets go swimming.” 

She extends her hand out and Dan takes in as she lifts him up and forces him back inside the doors to her bedroom and they get dressed to go out. She calls for a cab via the PA system she has in her room and then they leave to go towards the beach. 

***

“We couldn’t get ahold of Phil Lester.” 

They’re sat on the beach, the warm summer breeze blowing in their hair. People are walking all around them and Dan is digging his toes into the hot sand. 

“Oh?” 

Sam nods with a sympathetic look. She’s got her hair tossed up in messy double braids now and her freckles are darkening in the sun. Dan reckons that Sam is actually quite pretty. And if he was attracted to females, he’s sure he would jumped on the opportunity to be with her. But it’s just not something that would have worked. 

They tried...once. When they were newly eighteen and Dan was still figuring out if he liked girls. They met at a club while Dan was on a trip to Ibiza with his university friends for a vacation. Dan had no idea who Sam was when they first met but they shared a few drinks and found themselves to be natural friends. 

Dan tries to forget about how they tried to have sex once and he totally failed at it, panicking just as Sam undressed. And it wasn’t even like a genuine panic, it was more that he knew this wasn’t what he wanted and the thought of it was unsettling to him. Sam didn’t mind, and despite the first few hours being a bit weird, they can laugh about it now. 

“I asked Gillian to get ahold of Jeanna Trombley who is Phil Lester’s personal assistant. She takes all of his calls and everything. And she tried but Jeanna said that Phil Lester was far too busy right now to answer a call about a missing possession so...sorry, babes.” 

Dan feels a bit of sadness willing in his chest. He pulls his knees up to his chest and lays his cheek on his knees, turning his head towards Sam. She reaches out and puts a hand on his back and rubs it and that simple act is enough to make him sniffle and will himself not to cry right now. 

“I’m sure you’ll get it back one day.” 

“How?” Dan asks. “He doesn’t even know my real name and I doubt he even remembers me.” 

“My dad is good friends with Phil Lester, in case you didn’t know.” Sam juts in. “He does a lot of business deals and in return, he often offers Phil a place to stay in our hotels in a private executive suite just for him. I’m sure I can ask him to see if he can even talk to Phil.” 

Dan lets out a scoff. He know Sam’s dad wouldn’t ever do anything like that. 

“He probably is keeping it as a trophy.” 

“A trophy?” Sam asks, clarifying. 

Dan nods. “Yeah, like, oh I fucked this guys brains out and his necklace fell off so I’m going to keep this to remind of that night. You know, that kind of a trophy.” 

“I don’t think Phil would be that selfish.” Sam says, furrowing her brows. “I’ve met him before...I mean, I don’t think...” She stutters on her words. “Yes, it’s true that there are times where Phil can be a bit cold hearted but I don’t think he’d keep someone else’s possession for a trophy.” 

Dan shrugged. His skin was feeling a bit hot and he was beginning to feel a bit sweaty and gross. Sam let out a sigh. “I don’t know what else you want to do, Dan.” She says, her words cutting through to him. “There isn’t much to do at this point. Honestly, I would just let the necklace go. For all we know, maybe you didn’t lose it in his bed. Maybe you lost it on the dock or somewhere else in the yacht. You’re just thinking of the worst case scenarios right now.” 

Dan swallows and reluctantly nods because Sam was right. But he didn’t want to admit it. The necklace was still something that meant a lot to him and it wasn’t easy for him to come to the realization that he might have to part with it. 

“Come on, lets go swimming.” She says, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. “There is no point getting all pissy right now. It’s our last here. Let’s make the most of it.” 

Dan lets a smirk take over his lips and he dips his head down as he allows for her to drag him into the warm Mediterranean water. 

***

They ended up in a club somewhere, the music blasting and the lights strobing all around them. Dan’s got a few drinks down and Sam has a few more downed and they’re well past sober. Sam is dancing with some random guy in the crowd and Dan is dancing a bit off to the side where their table of empty drinks and cups are. He’s downed his third mixed drink and he’s reaching for a test tube shot from someone walking around the dance floor. He reckons he should be a bit more responsible but he’s also way past the point of giving any fucks whatsoever. 

The guy with Sam gets a bit handsier with her and Dan looks protectively to make sure she’s okay. And she definitely is by the way she’s kissing up and down the Adonis’s neck. Dan watches her for a few moments before she takes the mans hand and winds her way through to their table. 

“I’m leaving with Nick so you know the drill.” 

And Dan does. If Sam doesn’t text him within three hours of leaving, he needs to call her and etc...

He gives her a smile and watches her leave out the door with this fit guy as he left stood alone with an empty test tube shot and another one coming his way. He’s tempted to reach for it but he’s stopped when someone comes up next to him. 

“You’re looking a bit lonely over here.” 

Dan turns and makes eye-contact with a beautiful tanned male stood in front of him. His knees go a bit weak and he feels already the tell-tale signs of arousal spinning in his stomach at looking at the attractive male. His voice was sugary sweet in the best way possible and his bright green eyes shone directly into Dan’s brown. 

“Maybe.” Dan answers, smirking a bit. 

“You’re too cute to be lonely,” The male says. “I’m surprised no one else has snagged you up yet.” 

Dan shrugged. “Most people can’t handle me.” 

“Handle you?” 

Dan nods, playing along. “I’m a bit more than people can normally handle.” 

“Is that so?” The man asks, moving a forward. “Show me.” 

Dan reaches out and takes the mans hand in his palm and drags him into the middle of the crowded dance floor. He knows the man probably thought Dan meant he was going to drop to his knees and blow him in the middle of the floor but this was nicer. 

He wrapped his arms loosely around the mans neck and they swayed together as the mans hands placed themselves firmly on Dan’s hips. 

“What’s your name?” Dan asks. 

“Ivan. Yours?” 

“Dan.” 

Ivan smiles at him and leans down, pressing his lips against Dan’s neck and sucking a bit onto the tender skin. Dan’s breath hitched and he let out a low moan as he clung in closer to Ivan and let him suck continuous kisses onto his neck. 

They left, not long after. Dan shot Sam a text saying he was going home with a guy too and the fact that she replied with a thumbs up emoji made him chuckle a little bit. They took a taxi to the guys home, which was a small little villa on the coast. 

Once inside, it didn’t take long for the heat between them to intermix with the heat of the night. Dan shimmied off his clothing somewhere in Ivan’s living room and Ivan’s pants found their way with his as well. 

Dan went down on him, sucking him off the best he could but by the second round “Yes! Suck that cock!” came from Ivan’s mouth, he was getting to feel a bit less excited about what was happening. 

He still very much wanted to have sex, that was definitely still true. But somewhere in the back of his head as he swung his legs over Ivan’s hips and seated himself on top, he could still hear Phil’s voice and feel his hands on his skin. Ivan’s hands felt bigger, and colder. Phil’s were soft and gentle, warm to the touch like they were sear Dan’s skin if they were left too long. 

It took Dan a lot longer to get off with Ivan. Ivan finished pretty fast and then proceeded to let Dan ride him until he finished. But by the time Dan was close,  his thighs were aching and he was beginning to feel like this was more a chore than actually getting himself off. 

He came with a whimper and then pushed off from Ivan, landing beside him on the bed. Ivan kissed him, softly one last time, before Dan pushed off and told him he needed to get going. My friend is probably worried. He lied. 

He grabbed his clothing and dressed as fast as he could. He used Sam’s contact to call for a taxi and he waited outside for it and jumped in as soon as they came. When he got to Sam’s home, she was inside too, sitting on her bed wiping off her melted make up. 

“Was your night a bust too?” She joked, the remnants of black mascara on her cheeks. 

“Kind of.” 

Sam chuckled. “Nick came after a few seconds and then blacked out on me. I was back here within an hour.” 

“Ivan was okay but it took me a while to finish.” 

She sucked in a breath. “Oh no.” 

Dan looked at her and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh no, what?’ 

She shook her head. “Was it because you were thinking about a certain someone instead?” 

“Don’t be daft.” Dan says with a laugh. 

“Your red spot on your cheek just got darker. You’re lying.” 

Dan felt his cheeks light up more “I wasn’t thinking about Phil!” 

She shrugged back and the conversation ended. 

He fell asleep next to Sam in her bed that night and in the morning, a private cab was waiting for them to take them to the airport where they would catch Sam’s family’s private jet back to London. 

It was bittersweet for Dan as he watched the plane lift off out the window. He really felt as if a part of him was being left behind in Amalfi and he knew that part of him was currently in Phil Lester’s hands. 

***

Dan went back to his flat in London with a heavy feeling in his chest. He threw his suitcase down on the floor of his living room and then collapsed on his couch. Sam said she would be over a bit later for take out but he was really enjoying the time alone right now. 

He pulls out his laptop from his bag, the first time he’s done it the week he’d been gone. He finds his browser is open to his emails and he refreshes the page and looks at the Luxor email, still sitting proudly at the top of the list. 

He reads it over again and sees that they want him to be a brand model for their Instagram page. They want him to model their clothing on their Instagram and his own and they would compensate him for it. He could easily do that. 

Shooting back an email, he agrees to whatever they want him to do and he asks if he can meet up at their headquarters in London sometime this next week. He closes his laptop down and waits for their reply just as soon as a text appears on his phone. 

Sam: Phil’s assistant just got back. Says Phil doesn’t have your necklace. He only has one that belongs to a guy named Ethan...

Sam: I tried to tell her it was probably yours but Phil is adamant on not giving up the necklace to anyone besides Ethan...

Dan felt tears rush to his eyes and he wiped them away stubbornly with the regret of what he did that night with Phil. 

Because fuck Phil Lester and fuck everything else too. 

[shookethbrooketh]

seven days

day two: part one

summary: dan is stuck in the wrong timeline. one day, he kisses phil goodnight. the next morning, he’s completely alone. he doesn’t even recognize where he wakes up, and little details in the world around him have changed. he has no clue what’s happening or where to go next in an effort to fix it; all he knows is that he has to find phil.

genre: sci-fi, a lil bit of angst, happy ending

warnings: none (for now)

fic word count: 4.3k chapter word count: 2.3k

written for the @phandomreversebang ! inspired by the awesome moodboard/edits by @maybeformepersonally ! beta’d (beginning to end) by @i-might-just-leave-soon !

read it on ao3

Sadly, however, there were a few things Dan didn’t know as he dozed off that evening. He didn’t know about the reminder on the phone he’d neglected all day making sure he, or the him that used to live in this timeline, didn’t forget about his first day on the production of Queer Eye. And he surely didn’t know that while he slept, as the clock struck midnight, the world began to change around him. It was like he slept in a protective bubble, holding him in place as the timeline disassembled and reassembled around his body. At 12:01, his entire universe had changed once again. Dan slept through that night in bliss ignorance until he was woken up and his world turned upside down once again. 

“Daniel!”

“Hmm?” Dan blinked his eyes open, and before he had time to rub the sleep out of them, he spasmed into an upright position, hitting his head on the back of the bed frame. 

He found himself in a hotel room with a man in overly done makeup standing over him. Everything from the day before rushed back to him, and it took all he had not to shout out, “Who the hell are you?” 

“You need to start getting ready for VidCon! Your meetup is today!” the man shouted at him. His voice was loud and shrill, and Dan would have given money to not have to hear it. 

“Okay, okay, give me some space!” he moaned, pushing the man back a little bit. 

“Alright, just be ready in an hour,” the man said, leaving through a door into a conjoined room. 

“An hour? Who needs an hour to get ready?” he asked himself, wandering into the bathroom. “Oh, FUCK!” Dan shouted, taking one good look at his face in the mirror. It was caked in makeup, but it had clearly been a bit smudged by sleep. “Oh, no,” he breathed, fear entering his confused mind. He rushed to find a phone back by the bed and ended up seeing an iPhone XR. “Shit, that’s gotta be expensive,” he said, opening it immediately with facial recognition. Immediately he found and opened YouTube and went to his own channel, something he was more than used to doing in his normal life. What he found was exactly what he feared: he was this timeline’s James Charles. 

Dan groaned, rearing his head back to the ceiling. “I don’t know how to do makeup!” he muttered, dragging himself back into the bathroom. On the sink was a collection of at least 15 different types of makeup. “That explains the one-hour wakeup call.” 

His eyes darted back and forth from blush to mascara to eyeliner to foundation as if looking at them each enough would show him what to do with them. Finally, an idea struck him. Unless YouTube was a completely different beast in this timeline, “Daniel Howell makeup tutorial” would be a fruitful search. It only took him a few seconds to find someone to teach him how to do his own makeup routine, and he was on his way. 

It took Dan about half an hour to do the makeup, and he was quite thankful that the Dan whose body he’d woken up in was wearing makeup already because if he hadn’t it would have taken him twice as long or more. He threw on some actually mildly tasteful clothes and grabbed his VidCon badge; at least he knew how to live this person’s life. 

Ready to go with twenty minutes left, Dan sank back into “his” bed and put his head in his hands. “Why the hell am I in another timeline?” he said, stressing a word every now and then just to exasperate his anger. “I’m never gonna find Phil at this rate.” 

He closed his eyes, attempting to hold back tears. He was sure a rich makeup YouTuber would have waterproof makeup, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Thousands of separate thoughts were running through his head, each of them desperate, but one stood out over them all: Dan did not want to go to VidCon. 

VidCon was one of his favorite places; it legitimized all his life choices and made him feel as if he was truly valued by the world. However, he’d never been to a VidCon without Phil in his life, and he didn’t particularly want to. He had fantasies about this VidCon--doing a meetup with Phil with both of them out and proud, hugging their fans tight and supporting them the way they supported the two of them--but now that was all gone, and he was left with a pound of makeup on his face and a bunch of people who didn’t even know him for who he truly was. 

His “friend” and apparently manager, whose name he eventually learned was, ironically, James, retrieved him and led him to the venue. He was lucky for that; he obviously hadn’t been told ahead of time where the meet and greet was, and between his height, his makeup, and his assumed fame, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to mingle with the fans to find directions. 

“Aight, you’ve got a few minutes until the meetup; you can hang out here,” said James, leaving him in a sort of a green room. There was a wall in between them, and he could still hear the screaming fans. He’d never met fans alone before, and he was honestly a bit scared, especially without knowing what sort of fanbase the him of this timeline appealed to. He spent an immeasurable amount of time in his own head, searching aimlessly for something to calm his nerves. If only Phil were there with him…

Suddenly, a thought hit Dan. Maybe Phil was there with him. He’d yet to research the Phil of this timeline, so there was nothing telling him that he wasn’t still a YouTuber or that he wasn’t just halfway across the convention center. Dan whipped out the phone in his pocket and searched “Phil Lester” on Twitter for a second tie, and deja vu struck as he once again came up empty handed. 

“Damnit!” he cried out, but he had no time to mourn, for James had just thrown open the door and informed him that it was time for the meetup. Dan, taken by surprise, threw his phone down and jumped up. “Cool, let’s go!” he responded awkwardly. James furrowed his brow for a moment before eventually deciding to ignore Dan’s odd behavior and simply turning on his heel and leaving. Dan took a deep breath and followed, leaving in the opposite direction in which he came in, and he found himself behind a classic meetup photo background. This, at least, was something he was comfortable with. He put on his performer’s smile and stepped out from behind the curtain. 

Dan had certainly endured screaming teenage girls before; after all, he’d done two tours full of them. But this was a completely different animal entirely. It took all of his strength to smile and wave rather than double over with his hands over his ears. At this point, Dan was losing hope that his otherworldly counterpart wasn’t involved in some ridiculous controversy. 

At that moment, it dawned on the theatre kid still dwelling inside him that he probably should have researched his role before stepping out onstage. He was meant to put on a face and pretend to be someone else, and he hadn’t even a clue who he was to be. 

Before he even had enough time to think, the first fans were stepping up to meet him. Now, Dan had done over a hundred meetups, and even on his worst days, he’d always been attentive to each fan and been careful to make each one’s time the best thirty seconds to a minute they’d ever had. This time, however, was a bit different. 

Sure, he tried his best to act normal, but he quite simply wasn’t. He felt as if he was a fraud, given that technically he sort of was. No matter how much effort he put forth, these people were getting cheated out of meeting their idol. Well, hopefully they’d never know the difference. 

As a general rule of thumb, Dan had decided to go through the meetup emotionless. This was a bit difficult, as he and Phil had planned to, in their VidCon meetup, connect more emotionally to their fans, especially their LGBT+ fans, than ever before. But these people weren’t really his fans, and it was difficult for him to emotionally invest himself in speaking to people who didn’t really love HIS videos. Besides, he needed to keep his eyes on the prize: get through this meetup, then go back to looking for Phil. 

As the queue moved closer, he noticed one black-haired head sticking out above the others. His eyes widened, and his eyes focused on the back of a head facing someone else in the line. “Hi!” someone shouted, and his attention was forced back to the fans meeting him at that particular moment. Suddenly it became even more difficult for him to focus on the fans; he had to see the tall, Phil-like man’s face, but every time he looked up the man was facing the other direction. He felt as if the world refused to let them near each other, even though the chances that it was actually Phil were little to none.

Finally, he reached the front of the line, and the girl he’d been engrossed with conversation in poked him. “It’s your turn!” she whisper-screamed, and he jumped. 

“Oh!” he exclaimed, absentmindedly turning forward, and Dan’s heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, the face looking back at him was the face he’d fallen asleep beside every night for nearly nine years. The only difference: the man on the other side was none the wiser. 

“Oh my goodness, hi!” he squealed through a broad smile. Dan was almost taken aback by it; the Phil he knew wasn’t exactly a squealer, and he definitely didn’t have an American accent. He was quite the different Phil, but he certainly was Phil; there was no doubting it. Phil started speaking again, his words slurring together with nerves. “Iknow it’s sorta odd for youta meet afan who’sactually older thanyou but I hope you don’t find me tooweird…” he trailed off, clearly absolutely terrified to be speaking to Dan.

At this point, time seemed to completely stop. Dan had seen Phil like this, sure, but never for something as simple as a meetup. It completely blew his mind to watch Phil absolutely lose it over the chance to meet him. Phil, the man who he’d known for ten years. Phil, the man who he’d kissed countless times. Phil, who was supposed to be standing beside him on the other side of the meetup, was instead sweating through his clothes because he loved Dan so much. Inside his head, Dan chuckled. He had no idea. 

And Dan had no idea how to respond. There was no response to the person you love more than anyone or anything else in the world completely forgetting you. He wasn’t really sure what to do except for what he always did. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise,” he said, wrapping his arms around Phil. This wasn’t abnormal, as he’d done it for every fan thus far, but this time, it lingered a little longer, and it started much sooner than it should have. Still, he kept Phil close for more reasons than he could even begin to identify. Just having Phil there comforted his woes from the last day and a half, filled him with the love he’d always felt from Phil, and encited pure fear in him that he’d never see Phil again, all at one time. Finally, after what felt like only a millisecond but was clearly too long to be appropriate for a creator meeting a fan, Dan released Phil, and he was relieved to find that he was smiling. 

“Thanks,” Phil said, taking a deep breath. “I’m Phil, by the way.” It wasn’t until then that Dan really took Phil in; he was wearing his glasses, which brought a grin to Dan’s face; every universe’s Phil should wear his glasses constantly. It’s what everyone who encounters him deserves. He wore an outfit that reminded Dan of something he’d wear to their own meetup. It was interesting, Dan thought, how some fundamental things about Phil refused to change, even in an alternate universe. 

“Do you have something you’d like me to sign?” he asked. Phil nodded and handed over a pride flag. A burst of relief shot through Dan; Phil was still the same Phil. “I-I’d like to give you this, too,” he said, shakily handing over what appeared to be a drawing. As soon as Dan finished signing the flag, he snatched the drawing as if it were the Holy Grail and examined it; it was a picture of Dan, with every intricate detail drawn out. His dimples were deep, and every curl on his head was intentionally placed. He wore science-themed makeup, and Dan wasn’t even exaggerating when he said it was the best fanart he’d ever seen. “I’m a scientist, so…” 

It was like he was falling in love all over again. “Wow, Phil...This is amazing. Absolutely amazing. I had no idea you could draw like this!” 

“Well…” he stammered, “I don’t think you really know me at all.” 

“Oh, yeah, right,” Dan let out, disappointment evident in his voice. At this point, even Phil’s radiating awkwardness had dissipated into pure confusion. Dan had to think fast, and, through some miracle, he did. “Did you post this online? I’d love to show it some love.”

“Oh, yeah!” Phil said, confusion immediately being replaced by excitement. He was clearly still a bit nervous, but he seemed much more comfortable around Dan. That was a start. “I’m on Twitter @AmazingPhil.” Dan almost winced. How dumb could he be? He made a mental note: next time, search the name AND the handle.

“I’ll definitely check that out,” Dan said, beaming. “Thank you for this.” 

“You’re welcome,” Phil said, and the VidCon employees were ushering him on. Dan wanted to yell at them, to keep him there forever, but there was only so much he could do. 

“Have a great day!” Dan shouted as he watched the love of his life walk out of it clueless. He sighed, and muttered under his breath, “I love you.” 

[cozyfoxy]

Drabble request for depressed pianist Dan and the sunshine Phil that loves him

This one made my heart smile! Thank you!

The music flowed like fire from his fingertips, burning away the anger that rested heavily on his heart. His failures echoed heavily in his ears, words he could’ve said and things he should’ve done. Darkness had danced around him for so long, that he must’ve let it inside at some point. The piano that sat in front of him, was the only thing in the world that knew his darkness as beauty. Well, until a certain man came along.

~

When Dan first moved to London, he was lucky enough to have no neighbors, so he got used to playing his piano at any time of night. When someone new moved into the apartment next to him, he was annoyed, but he didn’t want to be an asshole. It wasn't until he went four nights without any proper sleep that he gave in and began to play his piano at three in the morning. The next day when he heard a knock at his door, he expected a complaint, but instead, he saw a very smiley Phil Lester.

“Hi… um, I’m Phil, your new neighbor. I heard your piano playing last night, it was beautiful and I… well I assumed that you couldn’t sleep or something? I have insomnia too and I work from home so if you ever need company or anything, feel free to come over, or text me. Here’s my number.” Phil had rambled, handing Dan a piece of paper quickly. 

As much as he had wanted to, Dan couldn’t be annoyed by the embodiment of sunshine that was Phil Lester. He quickly discovered that they had a lot in common. Soon, they were spending time together more than they were spending time apart, two apartments became one, and two men became whole. 

~

Phil walked over to Dan, sitting next to him on the piano bench with two hot chocolates in his hand. He handed Dan a mug silently before leaning on him, humming softly against his neck. Dan smiled and took a few sips of his drink before setting it to the side to hold Phil’s hand. Sure, the darkness still lived inside him, he still had bad days and he definitely still struggled, but sometimes, all you need is a little light to see what hides in the darkness, isn’t as scary as it seems.

[thewakeless]

Pregnancy Fic

Explicit crack fic with double mpreg for the lolz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20208106

Yehaww,” dan screeached as he rode his favorite daddy, his hands in the air like a rolller coaster man.  Under his beautiful hairless body phil was sweating and groaning like a man.  “Yes, danny, come at me, you look so good baby angel!” Dan thrust his hips, and with this thrust came hard all over Phil’s stomach and chest, tears coming out of his eyes.  “Aaaaaah!” Phil came at the exact same time, pulling at dan’s hair with the incredible passion of a fertile 32 year old man.  

“Your all sticky baby,” said Dan while he swirled his fingers on his own cum which was all over phil’s pale body.  

“Viscus.”

Dan popped his boyfriends thick fat dick out from inside of him and lay down by his side kissing and licking at his neck.  “You smell so good.”

“I feel so good, cause of you,” said Phil squeezing Dan.  

They fell asleep, and dreamt of sex.

-

In the morning Dan ffound himself thirsty again and began sucking at Phil’s cock and testicles, licking his toungue over them until the older boy came and woke up.  Then they had cerela in the kitchen, and some more sex on the couch.  Dan was full of hot cum inside of him.  They didn’t need to use a condom, after all, boys can’t get preggers.  

In the evening they ate chinesse food, worshipped the devil and played mario kart.  Then they had more sex, on a kitchen stool.  After all this hot sexy sex they went and took showers together, Dan got on his knees again, he loves sucking the good cock.  That night they slept like angels, dreaming of angel sex.  

-

It was the next day that the PROBLEM.  Phil woke up very early, he wanted the sex but Dan was still asleep and he wasn’t a ffucking rapist.  So he went to the bathroom to jerk off, and he was jerking off, looking at himself in the mirror all attractive and pale.  He was looking at his dick, when he noticed that somethng was different.  He moved towards the mirror, his hand on his dick, there was a bit of a bump on his tummy.  The tummy that dan kept spilling all his sweet cum into.  Phil felt himself grow paler than pale, he was white as cum.  

He felt the lump on his stomach, it was hard, not as hard as his dick, or the wall, but still very hard.  Maybe he was getting abs?  Hot, I thought as i stroked my dick and came hard over my reflection.  After he finished he went back to bed, where Dan was on all fours fingers himself.  “Daddy,” he croacked.  “Daddy, i need your hot love rod.”

Phil went into the bed and oblidged spilling all his cum inside of him again.  After that they took a little nap and then they ate cereal.  

-

A week later PJ was hosting a sexy halloween party in June.  Dan went as a bondange unicorn, Phil dressed up like a lumberjack.  They had very good sex in the bathroom, and when they came out all their friens teased them.  

“Dan you can’t keep off him for one minute!” said PJ laughing and throwing a chip at them.  

“That’s not true,” said Dan blushing. His body was almsot naked, it was a very good body, but he was shy and kept folding his arm over his revealed chest. Phil was very hungry.  He ate pasta, and chips, and drank some coke.  He didn’t even have any alcohol! But then his tummy hurt and he went to the bathroom and threw up. But then Dan came back into the bathroom and they fucked again.  Dan’s ass began to hurt..  They went home and had cereal.  

-

The next morning Phil was very sick, and so they had none of the sex. Dan was sad.  “He said do you think there’s soemthing wwrong? Maybe we should take you to the doctor.” It had never been four hours before Phil had gotten an erection before.  

Phil said that he didn’t want it.  What he wanted was more cereal.  He ate it, but then he was sick all over his shirt. He went to the bathroom and took a shower, no shower sex, he was very sad.  He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and then he frowned. There was something very very wrong! His dick looked the same, but his stomach didn’t.  It was swollen, bloated, it was weird. He ran his hand over the bump, it was hard, but it didn’t look like abs.  

“Maybe I should go to the doctor,’ he said, tear in his eyes.  

-

Two sexless days later they went to the doctors together, not holding hands, because of the crazy phandom stalkers who always wanted pictures of them fucking in teh bushes, which tehy only did on dan’s birthday because of his exhibitionist kink, and also the fact he liked the smell of bushes and was not alargic to them.  At the doctor they took Phil’s blood, but not like a vampire, and then they checked him heart and had him pee in a cup, dan helped by holding his pretty dick.  

He said:

“The results will be back in five days,  you rest lad.”

Phil rested, and had cereal.  They were so so worried.  Dan even called Kath, and told her how sick Phil was.  It had been 46 hours since they had had had sex. It was very bad.  

-

In the morning of another day which was very sunny and hot, Phil woke up too hot and stripped naked.  Dan wanted his cock and started stroking his sweaty thigh, but then he stopped and looked over at his beautiful boyfrined.  “Phillie,” he said, a frown on his forehead.  “Phillie omg.”

“What is it?” said Phil looking down at his cock.

“It’s-it’s-” Dan moved his hand up, not to Phil’s big cock but to his stomach which was even more swollen, so swallen, like a ballon.  “Baby, i think…. I think…..” his eyes glazed over.  “I think I’m gonna be the DADDY now!”

Phil stared at the lump and then looked at Dan’s face and his big warm deep honey colored eyes with their long eye lashes and glimmer of lovey love.  “Daddy? You don’t mean,” his heart stopped. How could this happen? He was a MALE.”

“Think about it, there were all those times I came right on your bellybutton, and that has a channel into your internal organs,” said Dan nodding his head, he had studied this in law school.  

Phil put a finger in his belly button and gave a wild moan.  It was so good.  So good.  “Ahhhh!” he screamed as he fingerered his belly button, He fell back on the bed, too turned on to move.  Dan quickly straddled him.  “Is this what Daddy # 1 likes now???? He said.   He moved his face to Phils pregnant tummy and began licking at his belly button hole.  Licking.  Back and forth.  Phil was screaming, moving wildly, lost in the pleasure.  It was only a minute later that he came violently, his belly button pulsating from his orgasm.  

“Oh my god.”

Dan kissed his check, all happy from having pelased his man.  “Nothings gonna change baby,” he said.  

-

In the morning after eating some cereal, and Dan rimming his boyfriends sexy belly button again, the Doctor called.  

“Hello Mr. Lester.”

“It’s Mrs. Howell now,” said Phil smiling all dopey.  

“I have some big news to tell you.”

“I think we already know Doctor.”

“Your gonna have twins!”

“What!!!” Phil was so surprised, he looked at the dan, and suddnely he was so happy.  “Twins! Is it a boy and a girl??”

“Yes,” said the doctor.  

“Kanye and Buffy Dan, we’re gonna have Kaney and Buffy!”

“I am very proud of you,” said the Doctor.  “You can call me here if you have any questions, I will be incharge of your birth.”

“Thank you,” said Phil.  

They had some sex that day, and Dan rode Phil very hard but then he asked Phil to spill his good cum on Dan’s stomach so that they could have more babies.  Phil did it, but he was a little jealuse.  He wanted to be the only pregnant one.  He wanted to be the mother/father, the birther, he didn’t want them to share. In the night, he couldn’t sleep. What if Dan got pregnant? It was sooo soon, and they would have 3 babies, maybe more, it was all too much.  

He didn’t want Dan to have a baby now, his hormones were very weird and bad.  He sweated in the bed, wrapping his hands protectively around his children.  Next to him dan was sleeping, naked.  He looked good, but Phil could not even.  

That night, crying, he left.  He had to see Kath.  This was too much.  

DUm DUm dum.  

-

Phil didn not drive to his mothers because he is a gay and can’t drive and because he is a pregnant and can’t drive.  He took the train.  A very handsome man tried to hit on him, but Phil blushed and said that he was married.  Dan had made a ring oout of a condom wrapper.  It was on his finger, but he had to take it off when he fingered dan.  The man understood and asked for a picture of his wife, when Phil showed him Dan he said:

“He is very handsome, you are a very lucky man.”

“Yes and we are going to have twins.”

And phil told him all about the cum and his belly button.  The man as very surprised.  Then his mom came.  They were sitting in the kitchen of the house and she as making minced pies.  The smell went thru the house, but Phil was too nauseous.  

“You don’t look right Phillie has something happened?” she said, as she opened his mouth like a mother bird and deposited the food in there, like worms, you know?”

“I have something to tel you, but I don’t know how you’re gonna react.”

She sat and her eyes were big.  “Is it about you and Dan.”

“Phil blushed.”

“You can tell me - I think-” she stopped herself, and breathed, reached over and grabbed his hands.  “I know you are the homosexuals, that is very good of you, very good,” Her hands was warm.  Phil started to cry again.  God, these hormones, I thoguht as I pushed back the tears from my eyes.  It was so hard to be a man.  

“It’s more than this.”

“Oh?”

“Yes… I….. I….. I am going to have Dan Howell’s twins.”

His mom was shooketh.  

-

In the morning, Martyn bought a little stuffed animal for Kanye and a little doll for Buffy.  They had pasta, and in the evening, when the sun was down, and they were in the big yard, Phil started to cry again, and not just because he missed dan’s incredibly tight a*shole.  “I never thought this was possible,” he told his older brother.  

“But it is,” said Martyn knowingly.  

“I am so exited, but I’m also scared, what if Dan is pregnant too? What if we can’t raise 3 children? What will we tell the phannies???”

Martyn, who was a very good brother, sighed.  “You can tell them that tehy are mine and Cordelia’s kids.  You can say that we died in a bloody accident and that you are rasing them for us.”

Phil’s eyes became teary.  “I love you so much,” he said to his older brother as he hugged him.  “You are so good.  I will say you got choopped by a helicopter.”

“Yes,” said Martyn.  “And we will go into hiding, so that you and Dan can raise your triplets.”

“Triplets?” said Phil. 

“Oh yes,” said Martyn.  “The doctor called, he said there were 3 children in your blood reports.  The last one is also a boy.”

Phil’s mouth fell hard.  “Another boy?”  He was exited but confused.  There was no cereal to eat.  

-

That same day, Dan came to the house. He was very sad and upset, crying in his hot leather shirt that stuck to his body in all the right words. Phil wanted not to see him, but he looked so good. They fucked a little on the porch of the house until a neighbour screamed and then they fucked in the hallway because the famiy was asleep.  Dan got cum on the walls.  “This is very bad,” he said as he cleaned it off.  

Phil new that they had to talk.  He pulled dan into his secret place, which was a very cool basement apartment with instruments, he used to be in a band.  It wa very sexy of him.  They sat down on the drums.  All dan was wearing was a leather shirrt.  

“I have something to tell you,” said Phil.  

“Me too,” said Dan.

“At the same time?” said Phil.

“Of course,” said Dan.  

“I’m Pregnant” (Dan says this) /  “I’m having triplets” (Phil says this)

They looked at each other, and then started to cry and hug, and then they fucked again.  

-

It was very hard to film videos during the pregnancies, because their body were changing.  Phil was very big and his cock grew too, Dan was big and he was also very naked most of the time, because his belly button (which was an outy) was turned on it he more shirts.  They had to fuck a lot because the Doctor said it woud keep the babies healthies.  And they aso had to decide the name of the other boy and Dan’s little girl.  

One night after worshipping the devil, Phil came up with a very good idea.  “Maybe we should have our phans decide what to call them?”

Dan would have jumped up, but when your pregnant yyou can’t jump.  “Oh! Yes! What a good idea. But we can’t tell them.  What should we say we are asking for?””

Phil cocked his head to the side looking all cute even though he was very pregnant with 3 little babies.  “Maybe tell them we are making new sims characters?”

“Oh! Yes!” said Dan as he went to get cereal.  “Phil MMIchael Howell!” he said as he picked up the empty box.  “You ate all my cereal?”

Phil blushed.  “The babies were hungry dan.”

Dan was not happy.  “You owe me one,” he said.  

Phil sighed.  “Okay, i’l go get the fur suits.”

They fucked furry style whil watching nature documentaries, and then dan drank phil’s cum because he wanted his little girl to be very pretty.  

-

In Septermber, the names of the new babies were announced.  The boy was going to be called Harry Styles Howell Jr.  and the girl was going to be called Britney Bitch Howell, but they were going to call he B.B for short, it was a very cute name.  Now with all their baby names they began fixing the apartment for the babies. They painted the gaming room pink, and Phil’s old room blue and they they had very messsy sex and splattered paint all over their naked pregnant bodies, and they both looked so beautiful that they took pictures of themseles, with paint all over their nipples, and bellies, and cocks of course, and their faces full of cum. They were very artistic, like vogue, or tumblr porn.

-

It was harder to keep the pregnancy secret, they could not go outside, or else the Phans would see them! So they had to stay inside and sometimes the doctor would come to check on all their babies. He was very haappy for them ,but he also thought they were sexy, he told them this a lot.  Phil glowed but Dan was very shy and he would back away behind his boyhusband.  

Kath came to see them, and Lousie, and PJ and sometiems Cat too but they didn’t like her very much.  Once Chris tried to come but they didn’t open the door for him.  They didn’t see many people.  One day Tyler Oakley came by, he did not know they were pregnant but when he saw them his eyes grew so big and he laughed and then stopped laughing and then laughed again.  “What did you do???? I want a baby!”

Dan adn Phil told him. . He said he had done that lots and lots and had never gotten pregnant.  They were confused.  “Maybe if you showed me,” said Tyler casually.  

Dan adn Phil wanted tyler to have a baby too, so they took off their clothes and fucked. Phil’s belly was making this hard but his dick was still harder.  They fucked and fucked, and spilled the seed over each of theri stomachs.  

Tyler was watching them with a hungry expression.  “I’ve done that a lot, but I stil have never gotten pregnant.”

“That’s so sad,” said Phil who was happily rubbing his stomach babies.  

“Maybe if one of you did it to me….” sayd Tyler hopefully.  

Dan adn Phil looked at each other. “No! Said Dan.  He was quite upset.  “We don’t share our intimacy with other people.”

Tyler got angry.  He stood up,  his dick was very hard from watching dan and phil make sweet love.  “Your just selfish.  You have magic sperm that coudl give me the baby I always wanted and you’re keeping it to yourslef.”

Dan adn Phil looked at each other. ““No! Said Dan.  He was quite upset.  “We don’t share our intimacy with other people.”

Tyler stomped his foot hard on their floor. “Your gonna pay for this!” he declared before storming out of the apartment and bacck to America.  

Dan and Phil held each other, and all their babies were together, and their stomachs were touching and even though Tyler had been very bad to them they were so so happy.  Dan kissed Phil’s little nose.  And then Phil sucked his dick.  They went to sleep.  

-

In the morning Phil started to feel real real bad.

He had had a bad dream.  He told dannie all about his dream and then cried.  In his dream Tyler told everyone they were gonna have babies. They went on twitter real quick to check, and there was a big old tweet from Tyler, telling the world they were gonna have babies.  

“How could he?” said Dan resting his head against his boyhusband’s shoulder.  

“I’m psychic,” said Phil.  

“It’s probably because of the pregnancy, it makes things weird.  U never used to eat cartboard remember?” Dan told him.  

Phil nodded his head. 

They had cereal and then worshipped the devil, but in the evening there was no more avoiding it. They had to answer all the tweets and investigations.  Phans were going over all their recent videos (which had been from the neck up, or photoshopped) and getting evidence.  Dan defended himself on Twitter a lot and called Tyler a perv and a liar.  Phil had some popcorn because he had already eaten all the cereal . 

-

This got worser the day after when someone hacked their phone and got their naked pregnancy photoshoop pictures. They were posted all over tumblr, they broke tumblr.  Both prengnant boys looked sooo good, dressed only in colored paint and cum, their eyes glazed over from love making, their arms and legs wrapped up against each other.  But there pictures were very exiplicit, you could see their cocks, and as*holes and also how fat they were getting from all those babies.  

At first Dan and Phil tried to say that it wasn’t them.  

But ti was their apartment.  

So instead they posted a 17 hour video explaining the situation.  It was a lot like this:

“Hello Internet.”

“Hello Gays.”

“We have something to tell you-” they said together.”

And then the camera panned down real slow and real good to show their beautiful bellies.  “We are having babies!!!1” they both started crying.  

They told their wonderful viewers all about their sex life, and how they had come sooo much on each others bellies. And they told them their baby names, and showed them ultrasound pictures and told them how they nervous they were for the birth.  They also said that the paint photoshoot was gonna have some IRL merch soon, and that they would appreciate purchases because there was a lot to buy for little Kanye, Buffy, Harry Styles Jr, and B.B.  

The phans were sooooo good about it.  Everything was lovely and positive. Twitter and tumblr had all their pictures. There was a song made.  A lot of beautiful art and these phanies just kept watching the 17h video over and over again, many died of dehydration but it was still a good thing.  

But all this changed when Phil began feeling liquid leaking out of his belly button.  (OMG guys this liquid isn’t even dan’s cum, would you believe???)

-

The doctor was verya nxiious when Phill came in. He was worried about how all of those babies was going to come out of his bellybutton.  Dan was nervous too, and he was wearing a dress for the first time, it was soo pretty and white with flowers, and he was wearing heels because he was feeling more “feminine” now that he was about to give birth adn also because Phil had fucked him really good that morning.  The heels were sparkly blue, like Phil’s eyes.  

Phil was on the hospital bed, and he was sweating.  Dan thought he looked very good.  “You look soo baby,” he told his boy.  “I could eat you like marmite right now,” he confessed in a whisper.  The doctor heard:

“That’s very sexy of you,” he said to Dan.  

Dan blushed. 

Phil started pushing.  He was pushing so much.  But it was differed because he did not have a vagina.  His belly button kept getting bigger and bigger to allow the baby to come thru, and then there was a plopping noise and it came thru, and then which the doctor was not expecting the belly button closed off again.  

“Oh,” he said as he grabbed the baby.  “I think the other two need a little more time in there.”

“Oh,” said dan and phil.  They were tired.  

The Doctor passed the baby to Phil first.  It was kanye, and he was majestic.  A little boy with a long of finger hair and big brown eyes.  “Awwwww,” said Phil as he stroked the baby’s little cheek.  “He looks like us.”

“What a good little Kanye,” said Dan and then he began playing the Life of Pablo from his iphone.  

They were in the hospital for four days, but the baby was very healthy.  Kath made it a little blanket that had kim kardashian on it.  Phil cried a lot.  He was so happy to be a mother/father.  Dan couldn’t waitt for their other babies. 

They went home, and put him in the blue room.  

Then they had cereal. 

-

Kanye was getting stronger every day, but he was also a strange baby.  Sometimes when Dan and Phil were not there, he woudl begin hovering over the crib, and then he would make a noise like a police siren.  It alarmed the new parents, but they loved their little boy all the same.  About a month later Phil had the twins Harry Styles Jr. and Buffy.  They had blue eyes, and looked super super cute.  

In the house things were very busy with the 3 babies but Dan’s hormones were also very strange. He needed to be sexed every 4 hours precisely, so Phil was very busy, he had to feed his babies (and his nipples were very sore) and then fuck Dan.  It was a busy time. He had to drink a lot of coffee to keep up with things.  In the night sometimes they would watch Buffy the vampire slayer, and Kanye who could fly would wonder around the room like a little angel.  

-

They were making a day in the life of Fathers, when Dan started to feel bad. Phil was holding a camera up to his face, and Dan was standing in a very cute blue dress with little Harry Styles Jr. in his arms, when suddenly he looked confused.  “Why is my bellybutton wet??” he said.

“Honey again?” said Phil because during the sex they liked that.  

Dan shook his head.  “Oh, no,” he blushed.  I think- I think-” he looked at Phil, all surprised. “I’m gonna have it NOW!”

“Oh my god,” said Phil.  

He grabbed buffy and handed her to Kanye that flew her back to the crib and then he took care of his husband.  He lay him down gently on the sofa and breathed with him, hoding his hand and kissing it.  “It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright, I’ve already done this 3 times, I know what’s gonna happen.”

“It’s so good having you hear baby,” said Dan, who was crying, and holding his stomach.  “I’m so scared.”

“She’s gonna be beautiful,” said Phil who kissed dan’s belly button.  But this was bad becaue it turned dan on, dan screamed he told phil to stop and he moved in the bed, and then there was a plop, and his belly button opened like a flower and britney bitch came out. She was a very preotty baby, and very very blonde.  They kissed her head and called her Princesss.

-

Kath and Martyn came to visit the babies, they passed Buffy, and Harry Styles Jr, and Britney Bitch around, and all of them were healthy and beautiful.  Kanye was zooming around the room like a drone.  Kath said it was very strange, but Dan explained to her that he had devil powers and then it was alright.  

They were a big happy family, and there was a lot of cereal.  

Martyn and Kath baby sat the babies and then Dan and Phil, alone again and not pregnant went and had sex in some bushes.  Dan screamed “yehhhhaw,” and then he made the mistake of cumming in Phil’s belly button again.  

“What if we get pregnant?” said Dan, so so scared.  

Phil shrugged and then said very quiely.  ‘I could just eat it”

Dan nodded, knowlledgably.  “It is what cats do.”

“Yeah.”

They kissed very much.  

“Four kids is enough.”

And they lived happily ever after although Phil did have to eat a couple more kids.  

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Super Long Fics (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

A Rose of Winter (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: All Daniel wanted to do was escape the stifling life as a Stark of Winterfell and travel the world. Between the looming threat North of The Wall and the den of lions in the capital, he unexpectedly finds love in the midst of a war set to tear Westeros apart. Caught between loyalty to his family and duty, he is torn in a thousand directions that all point to one man: Philip Flowers.

A Stolen Ring (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan’s not normal. Why? He's not human, he has a mysterious ring, and he hates Phil Lester. They have a strange past, one filled with bullying and avoidance, but when Dan turns into an incubus, everything changes. He struggles with his identity and cries himself to sleep most nights, yearning to be normal. And somehow the universe makes it worse by bringing him and Phil together - in the most literal sense.

baby, if you wanna try (ao3) - sunflowerwitches (orphan_account)

Summary: wearing jewellery doesn't work in phil's favour when he sees friends that he hasn't seen in a while and they automatically assume he's engaged. engaged to dan

Black Blood - howellester8791

Summary: Dan is a vampire hunter, one of the best in the entire London, and he has to solve the mistery of the “Blue-eyed vampire of Haze”. But when he meets the vampire, something in Dan changes and he’ll find out that the enemy is not this pale, dorky, black haired and blue-eyed vampire named Phil.

By the way, I adore you. (ao3) - lxzyfangirl

Summary: Dan is very sick, and the future is not looking too bright for him, thankfully, he has Phil, his best friend, to accompany him through it all. But is Dan satisfied with being just friends?

do what thou wilt (ao3) - sunflowerwitches

Summary: dan has always known that he isn’t a normal human, he grew up wiccan in the middle of seventeenth-century england. he definitely knew he wasn’t normal when he has to flee his family home due to the witch trials taking place. he flees to pendle hill in lancashire which isn’t completely different to his life back home

Galaxies and Greenhouses (ao3) - fourthingsandawizard

Summary: When Dan meets a boy with piercings and a dragon tattoo while shopping in Diagon Alley, he’s pretty quick to jump to conclusions, much to his own embarrassment. But as they become fast friends, they both come to see that sometimes the most important lessons learned at Hogwarts are the ones that happen without a wand.

Imagine Living Like A King Someday (ao3) - conshellation

Summary: Southview Boarding School isn’t a castle and Phil Lester isn’t royalty, but he has everything. His father owns the school, he’s popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – there are very few things that aren’t handed to him on a platter. Dan is a cleaner/Phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Everyone seems to take an aversion to the outsider, including Phil (at first).

It’s So Meta Even This Acronym (ao3) - Dieupardonne, Mazabrei (Dieupardonne)

Summary: Dan Howell and Phil Lester lead anything but normal lives, but they were content with the direction they’d taken and happy with their current situation. But soon, they begin to realize that things aren’t right anymore; they’re not in the world they should be.

“That’s because you’re ruining our fucking lives, you sadist,” Dan said, scowling at the ceiling. He seemed to be ignoring the fact that his insolence would have consequences.

“What stupid trope are you putting us in next?” Phil asked wearily.

“It doesn’t even matter, does it?” Dan said, “They’re going to keep writing it as long as they want. They’ll find a trope.”

“But only if people read it,” Phil said.

“Then don’t read this stupid, overblown story!” Dan yelled at the ceiling, “You’re enabling this horrible author. You’re making us suffer.” While Dan was speaking, Phil had a realization.

“All of this…” Phil said in horror, “All of this dialogue we’re giving. We’re helping them shill this story.”

Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - by strawberrysunflower

Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships. 

After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again…

papercut (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: A cut. A tiny little cut, barely visible - just like a papercut. A cut - and yet, to Dan, it’s so much more. It’s the case he’s working on, the case only he seems to be taking seriously - it’s a serial killer’s signature. So when he gets the chance to track down the murderer, he doesn’t hesitate. And then, there’s Phil, Phil who’s making the chase so much more bearable, Phil who adds something completely different to his task. But things aren’t always what they seem.

RIFT (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil is just a mere eight-year-old naive child when his mom keenly introduces him to his new stepbrother, Dan. They become friends and start living together fairly quickly. As years slip by, Phil slowly realises three things: First, Dan looks at him with pain in his gaze. Second, an inexplicable rift is separating them. Third, what he feels for Dan is more than just brotherly love.

Sidetracked (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: Based on a prompt:

Dan and Phil are both contestants on ‘The Bachelorette’, but fall in love with each other instead of the girl.

Stirring In Love (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: When Phil applied to be a contestant on the Great British Bake Off he didn't even expect to make the long-list, let alone make it into the actual tent. But make it he does and there he meets Dan, a baker unlike Phil in every possible way. After a rocky start, Phil realises that maybe he can learn some things from Dan after all, and the biggest things have nothing to do with baking.

strangers (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan is new to london and living in a mostly empty flat, desperate to forget the mistakes of his past. he’s all alone – until one day he gets a piece of mail addressed to someone in the neighbouring flat, one mr. philip lester. he can’t exactly not return it, can he?

Strictly Come Dancing but make it GAY (ao3) - natigail

Summary: @danielhowell: maybe i’d actually consider doing @bbcstrictly if they allowed same-sex couples. who wouldn’t want a sexy man spinning you around? it’s not just a girl’s dream. c'mon people let's see some pretty and fierce girls pair up and handsome and strong boys get it on. i dare you.

Dan Howell calls Strictly out on Twitter for not allowing any same-sex couples and accidentally volunteers himself to be one of the contestants if they were to change that. It was a joke. It had so clearly been a joke. Why did they take him up on it?! He’s sure he’ll trip over his own feet and hate every second, but then he meets his partner, the endearingly clumsy dancer Phil Lester.

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

The Summer (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals), worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life.

Thunder Only Happens When It’s Raining (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan meets Phil at the lowest moment in his life and is immediately enchanted by him, but nobody is perfect - not even those with good intentions and a kind heart. 

This is the story of two imperfect people trying to do their best, to find love and strive in life. They gravitate towards each other at every turn, sometimes dancing in harmony, other times colliding.

to all the people i've loved before (and the one who actually made me fall in love) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil doesn’t crush on people often, but when he does the emotions seem to overwhelm him. The only way he knows how to deal is to write love letters. They were never meant to be read.

The most recent letter threatens to ruin his relationship with his big brother Martyn, so in a fit of panic, Phil finds himself turning to the boy who was the recipient of the very first love letter for help. Even if he is Dan Howell, the school heartthrob.

[septic84]

Uncustomary Alpha

Dan came from a very small town in the north where there were more Alphas than Omegas. The Omegas that were not already bonded had been claimed. He wasn't finding his mate here and that's why his parents had encouraged him to start classes in a new town. Encouraged was more polite than what had happened, insisted was a better word, perhaps even demanded.

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Dan was terrified, he didn't want to leave the only home he knew and certainly not to study law, which was also his parent's decision. If Dan was allowed a say in his future, he would choose to draw. He had had a passion for it since he was young, but his parents said that an Alpha needed a more prestigious career. Drawing wasn’t something that could sustain his Omega and future family. Every ounce of his being did not want to go to uni for law, but that is what he was doing. He was sure it wouldn’t end well; he wouldn’t be able to keep up and he wouldn’t have the passion for justice that was needed to obtain a law degree. Despite those thoughts, Dan found himself with a stack of boxes, trying to unpack in a pale-yellow walled room.       Dan had 9 other flatmates, 5 Alphas, 3 Betas, and one bonded Omega.  Though he had just gotten there he still hadn't met any of them, however, he hadn't actively tried, either.  Dan was not too savvy in social situations, especially when he didn't know anyone. After his boxes were unpacked, he decided to explore a bit. He did so by sneaking out of his room to avoid seeing his flatmates, the last thing he felt he had the energy for was meaningless small talk.  He knew he should probably feel guilty about this. He didn't. Zipping up his coat he continued down the stairs and out the door. He would meet them later.    

“Okay, settle down.” the Professor said, clapping his hands together in short, sharp bursts. If this was how they were going to start every lecture, Dan knew he would quickly come to hate this class. When his alarm went off this morning, he thought about the appeal of death, rather than going to class. He knew he would end up making an idiot out of himself regardless if he knew the material or not. Swinging his legs off the bed, he cringed.  Dan had no desire to start uni at all, let alone this early in the morning. As if that wasn't bad enough, it was also raining, “Of fucking course.” he had thought as he hurried to the building.  He looked around the class and noticed that his fellow students were nothing like him. They seemed confident, excited and if he was being honest, pretentious. This was Law, after all.       “Welcome to introduction to Law, I am Professor Dixon. If you will look to my left, you will see my assistant, this is Mr. Lester.” Dan swept his eyes up to look, when he did, he felt an immediate fascination towards the black-haired man the professor was referring too. Dan shifted uncomfortably, turning his head quickly when Mr. Lester started making eye contact with the other students. Dan felt himself flush; there was no denying how attractive the assistant was, but no one had ever made Dan feel like this. As the lecture continued Dan kept his head down, refusing to meet the gaze of the man that intrigued him so. This was the way he would be attending classes anyhow, but now he had added incentive.      

“It's Dan, right?” Dan met one of his flatmates as he entered halls at the end of his day.     “Ah, yeah,” He blushed,     “Kate.” She shoved out her hand towards Dan as he awkwardly took it. “Bonded Omega.” she finished.     “Nice to meet you.”     “Same. We are having a party tonight. You should come out of your room and join, meet everyone.”     “Ah, we will see. Lots of course work, you know.” It wasn't the entire truth, but it wasn't a lie, either.     “Already?” She asked incredulously. “What are you studying?”     “Law.”     “Oh, aggressive. Well, still. You should join us.” She said as she went to the room directly across from his. “It may do you some good to make friends.” She winked at him as she closed herself into her room.       She was bold, Dan slightly envied that. Once in his room, Dan let his mind wander. He was still in shock by the feelings that Mr. Lester had stirred in him. Somewhere in the back of his mind logic was trying to rationally explain it to him, but he wasn't at a place to understand. Sighing, he decided to take a nap instead of looking at his law books. He doubted he was going to graduate anyway.     Loud pounding awoke him, someone was knocking.     “I know you're in there, mate.” A male voice came through the door. “Get out here!”     Stumbling out of bed he opened the door, rubbing his eyes. “Hello?”     “You were sleeping? Bloody hell. Get out here!” He suddenly was being pulled out of his room. He was too stunned to protest; he followed the large man into the shared living area. This man was a typical Alpha.     “There he is!” Kate exclaimed, clapping. “You were sleeping?”     “Ah,” I blushed. “Yeah, I guess.”     “Dan, we only live once,” The Alpha chastised, shoving his hand into Dan's, gripping it arm-wrestling style. “Name's Dirk.”     Dan fumbled to attempt to mirror the Alphas greeting, but he struggled. This all seemed pointless. “Ah, Hi.”     “So, Omega?”     “Dirk!” A small boy with thick-rimmed glasses hissed. “You're being rude!”     “What? No, I'm not.”     “You are.” Kate rolled her eyes.       The thick-rimmed boy was pulling Dirk away from the group, harsh whispers could be heard but not understood as they moved further away.     “Sorry,” Kate said, taking a large gulp out of her glass. “Beer?” Dan shook his head; he had never grown accustomed to the taste of beer. “I have Malibu?”     “Yeah, sure.”     She smirked, “Not a typical Alpha, hm?”     He shrugged not even bothering to ask how she knew. “Is liking beer a prerequisite to being an Alpha?”     “No, I don't reckon so.” She shoved a cup into his hand. “Let's go meet the others, yeah?”     Dan followed her reluctantly as she introduced all the flatmates. Thick rimmed glasses boy, Andy, was one of the Beta's, which made sense. They typically were peacemakers. Other than Andy, Kate and of course Dirk, he had already forgotten the rest of their names. He politely nodded and smiled, making idle small chat, hating it as much as he had anticipated    

An hour later Dan found himself in the middle of an intense Mario Cart race. “Fucken hell,” Andy said to him. “You're good at this. Does your mate play with you?”     “Ah,” He said. “Haven't found my mate yet.”     “Really?”     “Yeah, small town, limited Omegas.” He shrugged.     “You're an Alpha?” Dirk asked loudly in disbelief. He was very pissed, more pissed than anyone else.     “For Christ sake, Dirk,” Andy said shaking his head, turning to Dan. “I'm sorry, he's an idiot.”     “It's not like he's the first person surprised by my status. It's fine.”     “Still an idiot” Kate sassed, smirking.       “Your Alpha didn't train the sass out of you I see!” Dirk attempted as a joke, but Kate wasn't having any of that. Dan swallowed nervously. Shit.     “What the fuck did you just say to me?”     “Aw, lighten up, yeah? I was kidding.”     “Is he fucking mental?” She asked no one in particular. “That's fucking sexist and you know it,”     The other flatmates had quietly made their exits to their rooms earlier, almost as if they were foreshadowing what was coming. Dan, unfortunately, had not. He was left stark still sitting between Andy and Kate watching the drama unfold.     “Come on, Katie, I was just playin'”     Kate was seething. “My name is Kate, Dirk. It is not nor has it ever been "Katie."  You owe me an apology.”     Dirk look directly at Dan and Dan felt the panic rising in him. “No, no, no. Please don't drag me into this.” he thought.     “Dan, you get it right? It was just a joke.”     Fuck. Dan took a deep breath. “I'm sure it was a joke,” Dan begun, dodging the hate-filled looks Kate was sending his way. “However, it wasn't very tasteful was it?”     “Fuck sake you don't get it. Are you sure you're an Alpha?”     “It wouldn't matter would it?” Dan's voice was now angry, something that he had not intended, nor expected. “It was rude.”     “Thank you,” Kate said.     Holding up his hands he said, “I am not taking sides. I just don't agree with sexism or microaggressions that are passed off as jokes.” Dan stood up. “I think it's time to sleep, but yes, Dirk. You owe Kate an apology.”     “You're lucky my Alpha isn't here,” Kate said quietly.     “Fine. I'm sorry, Kate.” Dirk glared at Dan, “Thanks for having my back, "Alpha.” He spat.     Dan ignored him and on wobbly legs, he stumbled to his room. Once the door was firmly shut and locked, he collapsed on his bed and started to silently sob. He had defended a distressed Omega,  it was the most “Alpha” thing he had ever done in his life. He didn't think he regretted it, though he was uncomfortable that it had happened. It was his first interaction with his flatmates and he already had been involved in an altercation. Had he made an enemy? His brain was clouded by the Malibu, but though he had said otherwise, he knew he had inadvertently chosen a side. The lingering anxiety faded as he drifted off to sleep.    

The rest of the week had passed without incident, Dan was in stealth mode, avoiding everyone. It was Friday, he had successfully avoided meeting Mr. Lester's gaze thus far, but that was about to change. Everyone was assigned a section to read out loud to the class, Dan was not paying attention and did not realize it was his turn.     “Mr. Howell?” The sound of this voice took Dan by surprise and he looked up automatically. As he met deep blue eyes he suddenly was under a spell.     “Ah,” he coughed out.     Mr. Lester's voice faltered, “So it's not just me.” Dan thought. “It's your turn to read,” Mr. Lester swallowed hard.     “Are you okay, Phil?” Professor Dixon asked.     “What? Yes, just not feeling well at the moment. Go ahead, Mr. Howell.” He turned to Professor Dixon and more quietly said. “Excuse me,”     “Of course, Phil." He looked back at Dan. "Mr. Howell?”     Dan took a deep breath and started to read, his heart was racing and he fumbled over his words. Everyone was staring at him; he could feel it. When he was finally done, he let out a shaky breath and tried to sink as far down as he could in his chair. “What the hell was that?” a hushed voice behind him said. Dan didn't know. Mr. Lester didn't return for the rest of the class.    

By the end of the day, Dan was confused and wanted nothing more than to hide in his room until he had to go back to class on Monday. As he hurried down the corridor to the exit, something caused him to pause at a room. He looked in, to see Mr. Lester in a chair in the corner, his head in his hands. Dan was in the room before he could control himself.     “Mr. Lester?”     His head jerked up, his eyes were unreadable but wild. “Dan?" He asked confused.  He then sat up, cleared his throat and said. "Mr. Howell, why are you here?”     “Ah,” Dan set his backpack down approaching him, “I honestly don't know.”     Mr. Lester inhaled sharply. “I was afraid of that. You should leave.”     “Ah, right.” Feeling foolish, Dan grabbed his backpack and turned to leave, but paused at the door. “I don't know if I can.”       “God damn it.” Mr. Lester huffed.       “Mr. Lester,” Dan set his backpack down again, moving back towards him, “I think,”     “I know,” he interrupted. “And it's Phil.”     “Phil,” Dan said testing out the feel of his name. He liked it. A slight smile crossed his lips.     “So you're an Alpha, are you?”       Dan nodded, “I take it you're an Omega?”     “Of course, I am,” Phil said shaking his head, seemingly frustrated. “Dan, how are you not bonded?”     “I am from a small town, limited Omegas. Excuse me, for being unbonded. You're older than I am, how are you not bonded?”     “I thought I was safe. Teaching was safe, I am just the assistant. I thought that the chances of an unbonded Alpha in the one class I was shadowing was slim. Even if there were some, I didn't think, I was sure I wouldn't,” Phil trailed off.     Dan looked at his shoes, he didn't know what to do. Was Phil his mate? Is that what was happening? Dan's breathing increased.     “You are not a typical Alpha,” Phil remarked.     “Oh really?” Dan snapped sarcastically. “Says you and everyone else.”       Phil's voice was apologetic. “Dan, I didn't mean,”     “No, no one does.” Suddenly Dan was very angry and the spell had been broken. He didn't understand why Phil saying that had caused him to become so upset.  He had never been this offended by those types of statements he had heard countless times. Dan grabbed his bag and all but ran out of the room. “Fuck this,” he said to himself. Once out the door, Dan did run. He ran all the way back to halls and up the front steps. Much to his annoyance, he met Kate as he was about to enter his room.     “Dan, holy shit mate. Are you okay?”     “No!” he snapped, slamming his door in her face.     “Good talk,” Dan heard through the door, but he was ignoring it. He didn't care right now.  He had no idea what had just happened and he was starting to feel as physically unwell as he did emotionally.  Judging by how Mr. Lester was acting; he was not too enthused that Dan was his probable mate. “Of course, he’s not.” Dan said to himself, “Any self-respecting Omega wants a capable, protective Alpha, which I am not.” Maybe they had it all wrong, anyway. Maybe it was just because they were both unbonded that the pull was so strong. Dan doubted it but wasn’t willing to rule it out just yet. Starting to get a headache, he decided to take a shower to clear his head.     “He’s in a bad mood already, Dirk. Don’t fuck with him.” Dan heard as he was exiting the bathroom.       “I wasn’t going to, I just wanted to talk to him.”     “No,’ It was Andy’s voice “You seem pissed.”     “Since when are you my mate, Andy?”     Dan could almost hear Andy blush as Kate stepped in to help him.     “Dirk, leave him alone okay?”     “Yeah, yeah. Honestly, though, I think we should talk to Dan if he’s that upset.”     “Just let him be,” Andy begged.     “Yes, just let him be,” Dan yelled down the hall before closing and locking his door. He didn’t want to deal with Dirk. After their last encounter, Dan already knew he wasn’t prepared to deal with the awkwardness that surely would be part of their conversation.      

Sunlight started to stream into a crack in the curtain, alerting Dan that it was morning.  He still was feeling off, but slightly better than before. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he found himself in the Kitchen for breakfast. It was quiet in the flat, but when he pulled his head out of the refrigerator, he noticed Andy at the opposite side counter and jumped.     “Hey, sorry.  Didn’t mean to startle you.”     “It’s alright, I scare easy.” He finished making his cereal. “Thanks, by the way.”     “For what?”     “Keeping Dirk off my back last night.”     “Oh, yeah, that. It’s no big deal.”     “It is for me.” Dan smiled.     “You know, I’m a good listener. I mean if you want.”     Dan smiled genuinely at him, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Any big plans today?”     He shook his head, “I need to go to Tesco at some point, maybe some course work, otherwise, no. You?”     “Should go to Tesco myself. Want to split a car and go together?”     “Yeah, that sounds good. I hate going out alone.”     “Oh?”     “Yeah, not so much into the people, is the thing.”     “I can relate to that.” Dan chuckled, spooning more of his Crunchy Nut into his mouth.       Andy and Dan went to Tesco shortly after. It was reassuring to Dan to have someone else with him, he had no idea how to take care of himself. Halfway through their trip, Dan noticed he was starting to feel strange again. Andy noticed too.     “You okay?”     “I’m not sure, honestly.”  As if on cue, Mr. Lester appeared at the end of the aisle they were currently in. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”     “I take it, someone, you know?”     “You could say that.”   Mr. Lester looked up and met Dan’s eyes briefly before Dan looked down again. “Is he coming over here?” Dan said out of the corner of his mouth, quietly.     “Sorry, yeah, I think so.”     Dan clenched and unclenched his fists, took a deep breath and looked up.     “Hi!” Andy said. “I’m Andy.”     “Phil,” Mr. Lester said through clenched teeth, the air was tense. “Hello, Daniel.”     “Mr. Lester,” Dan responded still avoiding his gaze.  Andy seemed confused but stayed quiet.     “Phil,” he corrected.     “Right, Phil,” Dan responded.  “What are you up to?”     “Nothing much, you?” He was as uncomfortable as Dan was.     “Shopping with Andy.”     Phil smiled tight-lipped, "well, have a good weekend, I’ll see you Monday.” Phil hesitated, nodded and walked away. Dan blew out the breath that he was holding.     “Well, that was possibly the most uncomfortable conversation I have ever been a part of,” Andy said.     “Same.”     “Who was that anyway?”     “That,” Dan said adding a box to the trolley, “Is my professor's assistant, Mr. Lester.”     “Phil,” Andy corrected mockingly.     “Oh, sod off,” Dan said smirking.     “Seems like more than that.”     “Perhaps,” Dan did not elaborate and Andy did not pry.     When they had returned, Andy thanked Dan for going with him and disappeared into his room, Dan had done the same. He made a halfhearted effort to look at his law books, but slowly gave up and ended up scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as hours melted away. It was nearing dinner time when Dan heard a commotion in the Kitchen. He had no intention of leaving until the room was empty, but after about an hour his stomach growled.       “He lives!” Kate greeted him.       “I do,” Dan responded, grabbing an apple from his place in the refrigerator. “How’s it going?”     She held up a cup, shaking it slightly. “Bottoms up, friendo.”     Dan's smile quickly dissolved when Dirk entered the room.       “Dan-o!” He clapped his shoulder.  “Where you been?”     “Hey, Dirk,” Dan said, nervously.       “Easy, mate. Alls well that ends well, yeah?”     “If you say so.”         “I do, now what are you drinking?”     “Do I have to be drinking anything?”     “Of course, It’s Saturday. I have a few mates and my cousin headed here, soon.  Proper house party yeah?”     “I don’t know,” I said cautiously eyeing Kate.     “Oi, don’t look at me. Dirk and I have been good for ages. He knows he was a twat and he’s very sorry. Isn’t that right, Dirk?”     “Yeah, Yeah.”     Dan finished his apple, shrugging. “I wouldn’t be opposed to beating you and your friends at Mario Cart.”       “Oi, watch it.”     That is how an hour later, Dan ended up drinking more of Kate’s Malibu, playing Mario Cart with Kate, Andy, Dirk, and his friends. They had been playing for about an hour when another knock came to their door.       “I’ll get it,” Kate said getting up.  Dan started to feel off again, assuming it was too much Malibu, he set down his glass.     “Phil!!” He heard Dirk yell.       “It can’t be,” Dan thought, but when he turned to look it was indeed Mr. Lester. “Shit,” He said quietly.     “Oh, this will be good,” Andy said, smirking.     “Phil, this is Kate, that’s Andy, and that asshole that’s always winning is,”     “Dan.” Phil finished.     “I didn’t realize you knew each other?" Dirk asked, cautiously.     “Yeah, we do.” Phil looked at Dan. “Hello again.”     “Hi.” Dan smiled and excused himself to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. Why was he constantly running into Mr. Lester? This was getting absurd. After splashing water on his face, he left, heading directly to the Kitchen. If he was going to be around Mr. Lester, (“No, Phil.” he corrected himself,) he did not want to be sober.     “You still want to play, Dan?” Andy called from the sofa.     “Nah, you go ahead.” Dan stood at the counter watching everyone get involved in the game. Phil was sat off to the side and appeared as out of place as Dan felt. Dan watched him out of the corner of his eye.       “You should talk to him,” Kate said causing him to jump.     “Jesus tap-dancing Christ, Kate. Don’t do that!”     She giggled. “Sorry. Seriously, he’s been staring at you too.”     “It’s complicated,”     “Yeah, usually is.”     Kate was telling a lengthy story about something that Dan had gotten involved in, causing him to stop paying attention to what was happening in the other room.  Voices from the lounge started to become escalated, so he turned his attention to the sound and he saw one of Dirk’s friends, in Phil’s face, yelling.     “You fucking cheated, Lester!”     “Oi, Greg, calm down mate,” Dirk said laughing. Dan didn’t find it funny. At all. His fists balled.     “No, fuck you. This little shit's cheating.” Greg then forcefully shoved Phil. A glass shattered on the linoleum and Dan had Greg pinned on his back to the ground faster than anyone could prevent.   “Don’t you fucking touch him, cunt,” Dan growled.       “Whoa, Dan, get off ‘im mate!” Dirk said, tugging on his shoulder slightly. Dan’s head spun to Dirk, He lifted one hand off of Greg to push Dirk back. Dirk ended up on his ass behind Greg.     “Jesus, Dan. What the fuck?”     “Did you hear me, Greg?” Dan demanded. “You don’t touch him, you understand me?”     “Yeah, yeah. I get it, sorry. Get the fuck off of me.” With a final shove downward, Dan got up, still standing near him. He was still a perceived threat.     “Dan,” A soft voice in the corner said. “It’s okay.” It was from Phil.  Dan’s eyes darted from Greg to Phil wildly.     “What the fuck is going on, Phil?” Dirk asked, but Phil waved him off.       Dan still was shooting daggers at Greg with his eyes, he was still breathing erratically and his fists were still balled.     “Please, Dan.” Phil walked towards him. “It’s okay. Relax.”     “No,” he growled. “He shoved you. He shouldn’t be  fucking touching you.”     “I’m okay, it was just messing around. Look at me.”     As Dan did as he was asked, he suddenly was aware of what was going on. When he looked around, he noticed everyone was staring at him; they were confused or angry.  Mortified, he slowly unclenched his fists. “What?” He looked down to the ground. “I,” He lost his voice, turned and walked to his room, shutting himself in.     “What the hell was that?” Dirk asked, annoyed.     “That dude is crazy,” Greg said, rubbing his shoulder.       “No, he’s not,” Phil said, as he sighed.     “Says you, he had Greg pinned on the floor. Looked like he was going to tear his throat out. It was almost as if he,”     “Was protecting his Omega?” Phil asked meekly.     “Yeah. Exactly!” Dirk paused, “Wait. Are you his Omega?”     “I wasn’t entirely sure, not until now.” Phil shook his head.     “How the hell did that happen?”     “He’s in the Law class I am assistant teaching in.”     “Oh.”     “Yeah.”     “Well, shit Phil. A little heads up would have been nice.”     “How was I supposed to know he was your flatmate, Dirk?”     “I meant after.”     “We haven’t really talked. Or seen each other. I had no idea he would,” Phil paused and flushed. “be so protective.”     “You should talk to him, you know.” Kate chimed in from the Kitchen. “Dan’s pretty shy, I am sure he’s embarrassed.”     Phil turned towards her, “I doubt he wants to see me.”     She scoffed. “That’s bullshit, Omega.”     He sighed. “I suppose you’re right. He probably doesn’t realize that it would help him to see me now.”     "That's probably true," Dirk said.     “He’s probably damn near rabid at this point. He needs to see you, whether he wants to or not.” Kate shrugged, “If it were my Alpha, I wouldn’t want him alone right now.”     “She’s right, you know,” Greg said, surprising everyone. “The only thing that’ll calm him down is you.”       Dan paced in his room, anger, embarrassment and another emotion he couldn’t identify swirling throughout him.  He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but he wasn’t stupid.  Ruefully he scoffed with the realization his parents were right. Phil was his mate. How was that possible? How much older was Phil than Dan?  He knew age didn’t matter, still, he was uncomfortable. Was an Omega supposed to be older than their Alpha?  He knew he should be with his Omega, Phil was still in danger, Greg was still there. “Fuck!” He screamed, punching the wall, recoiling at the pain the bloomed in his hand. An urgent knock at his door flicked his head towards the unexpected noise.     “Dan? It’s Phil. Please let me in.”     “No,” Dan growled. “Go away.”     “Dan, you have to know you need to let me in.”     “Why? This is stupid.”     “It’s biology, Dan. If you let me in you are going to become calm.”     Dan rolled his eyes but found himself opening the door, pulling Phil inside, then shutting and locking it. “Are you okay?” Dan did not release Phil; he was spinning him looking over his body for any signs of injury.       “Dan, I’m not injured.”     Dan’s hand was still gripped loosely on Phil’s forearm, he blew out a breath. “Good, Good.”       “Should we sit?” Phil asked motioning to the bed.     “Ah, sure.” Dan led him to his bed, they sat quietly for a few moments. Dan had relaxed now, emotions returning to a reasonable level and his breathing evening out.     “You know what happened, right?” Phil asked, softly.     “Yeah,” Dan was looking at his shoes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”     “I know you didn’t. It’s okay.”     “I have no idea what I am doing.”     Phil clasped his hand. “You do, just not in that moment."     “You’re older than me.”       “Yeah, yeah I am.”     “You’re more assertive than I am.”     “That’s probably true too.”     “I can’t be a good Alpha for you. Despite what you saw earlier, I am not “manly,” Mr. Lester. I was born wrong. You’ll see.”     “Call me Phil.” He gently grabbed a hold of Dan’s chin and pulled his face upward, “Look at me, Daniel.”       Dan met Phil’s gaze, this time really looking into his eyes. Emotion bloomed so strong that tears slipped down his face. “You’re so beautiful,” He murmured.       “So are you.   You were not born wrong, Dan.”     Dan broke the gaze, looking down. “You don’t even know me, not even a little.” He took a shaky breath in, “You’ll see.” he repeated, his voice cracking with emotion.     Phil pulled Dan’s head back up so their eyes met again, his now sparkling with tears. “Do you have any idea how long I have waited for you, Alpha?”     Dan’s heart flipped when he heard his Omega call him Alpha. “Omega,” Dan sobbed out as Phil pulled him into a hug. Phil held him close, letting the tears subside.       “We are going to be just fine, Dan.” He pulled back and looked into Dan’s eyes. “I promise.”   Dan smiled weakly and yawned. “I think you should get some rest; you’ve been drinking and are tired. It’s been a long day.”     “Mm,” Dan agreed. It didn’t take long before Dan was asleep so Phil gently laid him down. This room was so hot, Phil didn’t know how Dan could sleep. Wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm, Phil quietly exited the room.     “Some love story, yeah?” Dirk asked grinning. “That should shut nan up properly huh?”     Phil smirked, “Shut up, Dirk.” He grabbed his coat and keys. “Thanks for inviting me over.”     “I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot more of you, like it or not.”       Phil shook his head, as he left. Dirk wasn’t wrong. He had driven home the long way with the windows fully down. He wanted to cool off before he went home, he was so hot. He wondered if Dan was typically cold and that is why he kept his room so sweltering. The driving didn't work, deciding on a cool shower before bed, he drove to his flat.  He had just parked his car when his phone was ringing, “Dirk? Didn’t I just leave?”     “Phil, you need to come back.”     “What, why?”     “Dan,”       “What about him?”     “You triggered his rut, it’s bad.”     “Now? So soon?”  Suddenly Phil seemed to understand why he was so hot. "Shit."     “Fuck Phil, just get here yeah?”     “Yeah, okay, I’ll come to get him.”     "Phil, there will be no “getting him" anywhere. He’s really bad, Kate was scared of him. This is a mating rut, Phil, not normal rut. We're all out of here; I’ve sent everyone away.”     “Oh god, thank you.”     "S'only cuz he's your mate, Phil. I don't even like the guy that much."     "Better learn too," Phil said, sharply.     "I’ll wait until you get here, but you need to get here. Now, Phil”     “Shit.” Phil hung up and turned around, heading back to halls. When he arrived, Phil sprinted in the door, up the stairs and to the Kitchen where he met Dirk.     “Okay, I’m leaving now. Please call me when it’s over so I can tell the others. I’m not shitting you, Phil. Be careful. He is pure Alpha right now.  Didn’t know the kid had it in him.”     “Bye, Dirk,” Phil said, annoyed.     He winked. “Have fun, cuz.”     Phil took a deep breath, now feeling his slick start dampening his pants, and sweat dripping off the sides of his face. "Of course,” He thought. They had triggered each other’s mating cycles. Phil was in heat. Taking a deep breath, he made his way to Dan. He opened the door, what he saw made his hair stand on end. Dan was coiled in the corner, panting and sweating. Dirk was right, he was full Alpha now.     “Dan?”     Dan’s head whipped towards Phil, “Omega.” he growled, rushing towards him. Suddenly Phil was pushed up against the wall. Dan was scenting him, trailing his face up and down each side of Phil’s neck. Phil whined loudly, feeling more slick leaking from him. Dan’s hands started to run down Phil’s sides, roughly, but not enough to hurt.     “Bed,” Dan grunted, pushing Phil closer. Once to the edge, Dan grabbed Phil’s shirt, pulling it over his head. His mouth covered the places where the shirt touched as he worked on Phil’s pants, only separating to pull them off followed by his shoes. “Oh my god, Omega, you are so beautiful.”   Dan’s clothes quickly followed, mingling with Phil’s on the floor.       A rough shove found Phil on his back, Dan looming over him. He started kissing his way down to Phil’s leaking cock. Dan sucked it in his mouth, a loud growl trapped in his throat. As he pulled off, he slid his tongue down over Phil’s testicles to his slick hole, licking around the entrance.     Phil’s moans had become louder, he was grasping at Dan’s hair. “Wait, Alpha. Maybe we should,” Dan cut him off, thrusting two fingers deep into Phil. “Oh God, Dan, wait.”     Dan did not hear him, he couldn’t. He leaned up and crushed his mouth against Phil’s. This was their first kiss; Dan’s fingers deep in Phil, aggressively demanding his mouth.  Dan added two more fingers working them in and out, quickly. Dan knew he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.       Still kissing Phil roughly, Dan lined himself up and thrust into his Omega. “Oh, fuck,” Dan groaned into Phil’s mouth. “Good Omega, so good.”     Phil squirmed beneath Dan, thrusting his hips instinctually to meet his Alpha. “Dan, please,”     Dan looked down at his Omega, he was perfect, beautiful, his. “You are mine, Omega, I am going to knot you, I am going to bond with you.”     “Dan,” Phil said reluctantly, but Dan was too controlled by instinct to hear the trepidation in Phil’s voice.  A rhythmic pattern had now started, as they both rocked with each other in tandem.     “You are mine. Only mine.” Dan panted out,       “Yes, yours,” Phil reached up and ran his hand over Dan’s chest, up to his neck, tugging softly on one of his ears.       “Oh god, Omega.” Dan bent down, licking the area on Phil’s neck where the bite bond belonged. Dan smiled to himself, hearing Phil’s sharp gasp followed by a high-pitched moan.  “Mm, you like that, do you? You want to be all mine, don’t you?”     “Alpha,” Phil moaned out, losing control himself.       “Omega, I am going to knot you,” Dan’s thrust became more violent and suddenly he stilled, moaning loudly. When the swell of his knot started, he kissed Phil’s neck before sinking his teeth deep into the tender flesh.     “Alpha!” Phil screamed out, a mix of pleasure and pain as he came harder than he ever had, covering both of their chests. Phil could feel Dan still spilling inside of him, pulse after pulse.  Dan had released Phil’s neck from the bite, now gently licking the punctured skin.     “Omega, my Omega.” Dan murmured into Phil’s neck.       “My Alpha,” Phil whispered, exhausted.       “Rest, now, Omega. I will take care of you.”     “Mm,” Phil said softly.     Dan shifted and pulled them both to their sides. His arms were holding Phil closely, his knot still popped deep inside of his Omega. “Sleep,” he commanded. And Phil did.     Phil was awoken by his Alpha nuzzling him, holding him tightly against his chest. Dan’s knot had gone down and he had slipped out of Phil. They were laying together, messy, but neither of them seemed to care.     “Hey,” Dan whispered into Phil’s ear.     “Hey,” Phil said, softly. “Are you okay?”     “I think so,” Dan inhaled deeply. “I had no idea what this was like,”     “No? Never had sex in rut?” Dan didn’t respond. “Dan?”     He picked his head up and looked at Phil. “That was my first time.”     “In rut or?”     “Ever,” Dan flushed bright red, then suddenly a scowl crossed his face.  “Are you okay?”     “I’m okay, Alpha. Don’t worry.”     His face blanched, “I took advantage of you, didn’t I?”     “I wouldn't say that,”     “Oh god.” Dan pulled away from Phil, getting up off of the bed. “Phil,”     “Dan, it’s okay.”     “Is it? I should have asked you. We hadn’t even kissed yet for fuck sake.”     “Dan, you were in rut. Correction, you were in mating rut. I came into your room. I knew what I was doing.”     “You’re in heat?”     “I am now,” Phil sat up “We are true mates, Dan. We triggered each other.”     “The first Alpha thing I do to my Omega is to take advantage of  Him. Holy shit, Dan.” He said, raking his hands through the mess of curls on his head.     Phil got up walking over to Dan, pulling his hand away from his hair. “Dan,” he said softly. “You are my mate,” He stretched his neck to show Dan his bond mark. “We both lost control. I’m not upset.”     “Right,” suddenly dizzy, Dan stumbled backward a little. Phil pulled him to his chest.       “Let’s lay down again.”     “You’re not scared to be around me?”     “No. Lay down.”     “Okay,” Dan hung his head following Phil. “See, I told you I was no good at being an Alpha.”     “Shh, let’s rest.” Phil chastised.       When Dan awoke hours later Phil was still asleep, looking down at him, smiling softly. Dan had found his Omega.  He still was guilty about how they had bonded, but he would just have to trust Phil that he was okay.  Anxiety started to pool in the pit of his stomach, once again thinking of all of the ways he was not going to be able to satisfy his Omega. Maybe he could learn?     “Dan,” Phil said, his voice thick with sleep. “Are you okay?”     “Yeah,” He lied. “Are you?”     Phil shifted, wincing slightly as he stretched. “Yeah,” he kissed Dan’s cheek. “Your heart rate is alarming for just waking up.”     “Thinking seems to do that to me.”     “Well, stop thinking then.”  Phil pulled Dan on top of him. “Hi,”     Dan smiled, “Hi, Omega.”  Dan swiped the hair out of his eyes.     “We should go to mine so your flatmates can come back.” Panic crossed Dan’s face. “Dirk took care of it, Dan. Don’t worry. No one is upset.”     “How could you possibly know that? I don’t even think Dirk likes me.”     “Dirk’s an idiot, then.” Phil leaned up, giving Dan a quick peck on the lips.     “This is so strange; we don’t even know each other and we’ve mated and bonded. Does that bother you?”     “It’s less than ideal, I’ll admit that,” Phil kissed Dan’s nose. “but it is what’s happened. Just means we have to get to know each other now.”     “You’re affectionate, is that the bonding and mating cycles, or is that just you?”     Phil blushed, “I think that’s just me, I'm a cuddly person.”     Dan laughed, softly. “Noted.”     “I have an idea. We should get up, shower and head to mine. I’ll call Dirk so your flatmates can return sooner than later. We can spend the next few days together, getting to know each other. We’ll email uni so they know we are in the bonding period; we have this whole next week to get to know each other.”     “We do?”     Phil smirked, “Did you read any of the paperwork you signed, Daniel?”     “Ah, some.”     “Oh, my silly Alpha. You needed me more than you knew, didn’t you?”     They had been at Phil’s flat for two days now. They were sat cross-legged on the floor eating Pizza.  “What made you choose Law?” Phil asked.     Dan blushed immediately, “I didn’t.”     Phil looked at him confused. “What?”     He set down his plate, “My parents. They wanted me to find my mate, they knew I wouldn’t back home so they sent me here. Law was what they wanted me to do, so that’s what I did.”     “May I speak frankly?”     “I suppose,”     “You’re not very good at it, Dan.”     Dan barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I know.”     “What would you do instead?”     “Draw,” Dan said with no hesitation.     “That’s what you should be doing then.”     “And I quote, “You can’t sustain your Omega and future family drawing.” so here we are.”     “You haven’t turned in any course work, Dan.” Phil looked at him. “I mean, any of it.”     He blushed again, “Part of assisting is looking at the course work, is it?” Phil nodded.  "Did you start to teach just to avoid unbonded Alphas, or do you have a passion for law?”     Phil’s eyes crinkled with a laugh, “No passion for law, no. That’s just where I was assigned.  I love teaching. Teaching is a passion of mine. Assistant teaching is part of it.”     “What are we going to do now?” Dan blurted, suddenly.     “Well, we should pick up the rest of dinner and put it away, I reckon.”     “Phil,” Dan whined, “You know what I mean.”     “Do I?”     “Yes, you do.”     “Oh, I do, do I?” Phil started to crawl to Dan, pushing him softly on his back, straddling him. Dan was so stunned he just looked up at him. “I think,” Phil said, kissing Dan’s cheek, “We should go brush our teeth and go to bed.”     Dan cocked an eyebrow. “Are you trying to use sex to distract me?”     “I don’t know, is it working?”  Phil pushed his hips down to meet Dan’s     “I’m sure it could,” Dan said softly, rubbing Phil’s cheek. “How is this real, I mean, any of this? I feel so naïve, and here you are, calm. You seem like you have no worries at all. You are always reassuring me. I am supposed to do that. I am supposed to be sure,”     “I thought you had realized by now, that I don’t care. Dan, I have 5 years on you, okay? You are so young; I know you don’t know what you’re doing. I don’t care, okay?”     “That can’t be true, as an Omega you need an Alpha to take care of you!”     “Daniel Howell, don’t be sexist.”     “I’m not,” He insisted too loudly, more softly he said. “At least I don’t mean to be. I just know what I am supposed to be and I know I’m not. I don’t like it.”     “Who says you need to be anything? I surely didn’t.”     “It’s just the way it’s supposed to be, Phil.”     “What have I ever asked of you, Dan?”     “Ah, to read a paragraph?”       Phil laughed out loud. “Yes, that’s true. I knew then, you know. I panicked too.”     “You did?”     “Duh! I knew I was drawn to you; you may not have been looking at me that week, but I was looking at you. I knew you were my Alpha, but I was scared. So, when the fireworks started when our eyes only met briefly, I panicked.”     “So, is that why you were in that room?”     “I guess, I also wanted you to leave first, so I could go home. My instincts were screaming at me to follow you. I didn’t want to be a stalker.”     “Well, I ended up kind of stalking you, didn’t I?”     “I suppose, the whole point of this Dan is that I have never asked you to be anything. I knew you were not a typical Alpha. I mean no offense when I say that. When I said it the first time, it was more of a cautious statement to see what you would do. Granted, I picked a bad time.”     “I was so angry at your rejection.”     “Of course, I was your Omega, but I wasn’t rejecting you.  I don’t want you to be anything Dan, just you. I was drawn to you. If you are not the typical Alpha, that’s okay.”     Dan blinked back tears. “You actually think I wasn’t born wrong, don’t you?”     “You may have been born wrong for societal typical Alpha standards, perhaps, but none of that matters to me. I think you were born to be my Alpha. And I think you will be the perfect Alpha for me.”     A month had passed and Dan and Phil were getting used to bonded life. Most of their time was spent at Phil’s flat because he lived alone and it gave them the privacy they needed as a newly bonded Alpha and Omega. Dan was slowly starting to let go of the ideas of what an “Alpha should be,” and starting to relax into domestic bliss.       Lectures had been difficult, anytime an Alpha looked at Phil too long, Dan found himself standing up and walking to Mr. Lester's side. Professor Dixon allowed it; he knew they were newly bonded. His allowance only went so far, however, so one day when Dan started to growl and slightly lunged at  the Professor, he was kicked out of the class for the day. Dan had stood at the door, staring in the small window for the rest of the class.  When it ended, Dan had clasped Phil’s hand tightly, growling “Mine,” at anyone who dared to look their way. “Let’s go home, Alpha,” Phil said gently. He was very patient, knowing most of what Dan was doing wasn't a conscious act.     “Why don’t you just move in with me?” Phil asked one night as they were watching a movie.     “Ah,” Dan rubbed the back of his neck.     Phil frowned, “What?”     “It’s stupid.”     “No, your feelings are never stupid.”     “I haven’t told my parents.”     “Oh,” Phil had told his entire family the day after they had bonded. He had assumed Dan had done the same. “May I ask why?” Phil said, clearly hurt.     “They are very,” Dan sighed. “I don’t think they are going to be nice to you, Phil.”     “Why?”     “Because,” he said frustrated, “You are more Alpha than I am, okay?” Dan was angry now, “I know you don’t care, but not all people are like you Phil! Especially not them. If I tell them, they will be here. I won’t be able to stop them,” Dan paused, softening his voice. “Omega, they will make you hurt. I can deal with whatever abhorrent things they say to me, but I won’t allow them to do that to you.”     “Dan, I can handle it. Really.”     “Maybe you can, but I can’t. The thought of seeing pain cross your face breaks me, Phil.”     “Alpha,” Phil grabbed his hand. “I’m sure you have figured it out, but I really can take care of myself.”     “But that’s the problem, isn't it?” He stood up, removing his hand from Phil’s, “You shouldn’t have to. I can’t do much as an Alpha but I sure as hell can protect you from them.”     “I have to meet them, eventually, Dan.”     “Phil,” Dan looked at him, “I, I love you. I love you more than I realized was possible. I don’t want them to take that away.”     Phil scrambled to his feet pulling Dan into an embrace, “I love you, too.”     “You do?”     “Of course, Alpha. How could I not?” He pulled away looking Dan in the eyes, “Just think about it, okay?”     “Yeah, okay.” He kissed Phil briefly. “I’m sorry.”     “No need. I want you to be honest with me, always.”     Dan finally agreed a month later to tell his parents that he had bonded.  He told them that he would bring Phil home to meet them just to prevent them from coming to their flat. He didn’t want to invite them in to their space, not yet. Dan moved fully into Phil’s flat a week later.     “Phil, do you want to do something?” Dan asked one night.   “I’m not feeling too well, I am just going to go to bed.”     Dan frowned, “Okay, I’ll get changed.”     “No,” Phil said, quickly. “I mean, I really don’t feel well. I’d like to sleep alone tonight.” Phil did not look at Dan.     “Oh,” Dan said, wounded. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then I guess?”     “Of course,” Phil walked to their shared room closed the door.     Dan was really confused; his Omega hadn’t ever dismissed him. He wasn’t sure what he had done, his Omega didn’t even kiss him goodnight.  Hurt and lonely he sulked to the guest bedroom, laying down for the restless night ahead of him.     The next morning was tense and quiet as they made their way to uni. There had been no physical contact since the morning prior, Dan was hurt. As they got to the door, Dan said quietly. “Hope you feel better, Mr. Lester. Have a good day.” He walked to his seat, dejected. For the rest of the lecture, Dan kept his eyes down drawing in his notebook, just waiting for it to end. Dan didn’t wait for Phil today like he typically did. Phil seemed to need space, so instead, he went to the coffee shop and drank the liquid before him that was too sweet, hoping that Phil was willing to talk to him when he returned.     “Where are you?” A text from Phil.     “I’m at the coffee shop.”     “Why?”     “You need space, I am trying to respect that.”     There was no response, but Dan didn’t think there would be. When he finished, he reluctantly took a car back to their shared flat. Phil’s door was shut, so Dan sat on their sofa and decided to look at his law books. He didn’t know what else to do, nothing else held any appeal to him. He didn’t want to be out of the flat, either. None of the things he was reading made sense, but that didn’t surprise him; he hadn’t ever looked at these books.  He didn’t know how much time had passed when he heard Phil’s door open, he glanced up, Phil slipped into the bathroom.     “You’re looking at your course work?” Phil asked, rudely when he returned. “You never have, why bother now?”     Dan swallowed, trying to blink back the tears. “I, I don’t know what I did to you Phil, but you don’t need to be rude to me.”     “Well, it’s true. It’s not like you are going to graduate with a law degree, Dan.”     Tears were spilling down Dan’s cheek.     “Oh, don’t act like you don’t know. You know as well as I do.  You are an adult now Dan, it’s time to take some responsibilities. You know, as an Alpha would.”     “Oh,” was all Dan could say as he got up, grabbed his jacket and walked to the door.     “Where are you going now?” Phil demanded.     “I don’t want to say things I regret that my Omega, who I love very much, will hear.  When he gets back, text me, will you?” With that Dan slammed the door and left, as he walked away he heard Phil say, “Fuck!” through the door.     Dan tried to leave; he really did. He had made it a block away, but the panic that filled him from being away from his Omega made him feel physically ill. He walked back to the flat and sat outside the door. He never thought their first fight would be this brutal. Phil had assured him time after time that he was okay with the fact that Dan wasn’t the typical Alpha, that seemed to have changed. He heard neighbors come through the entryway, he knew he looked foolish sitting outside the door, so he hesitantly unlocked the flat and went in.  Everything was still and dark.  Toeing off his shoes, he went to Phil’s door. Too unsure to knock, he slid down the wall and took his post sitting next to Phil’s bedroom door instead.     He must have fallen asleep as he was suddenly woken up by Phil letting out a small scream.     Dan jumped up, stumbling “Omega?” He asked, still half asleep.     “Dan? What are you doing sitting outside my door? You scared the hell out of me.”     “Sorry,” Dan said bashfully. “I needed to be close to you. This was the option I had.”     Phil’s face morphed into shame. “Dan,”     “I’ll go to the guest room. I’m sorry. I know you don’t want me around.”  Dan passed him in the hall, sighing sadly.     “Alpha, wait.”  Dan stopped but didn’t turn around. “Thank you,”     “Sure,” Dan continued into the guest bedroom. Phil didn’t want him anymore, that much was clear, but what were they going to do? They were bonded, Dan’s halls room was already reassigned to someone else and he wasn’t ready to deal with the pain that breaking a bond would cause. Laying on his back, staring at the ceiling he closed his eyes and slipped into a restless sleep.     Dan woke up, panicking again, stiffly he got out of bed. He opened the door looking out to see Phil. He needed to touch him, hold him, kiss him and keep him safe. A whine escaped his lips.     “Dan?” Phil was on the sofa, concerned.     “Omega,” Dan said, tears in his voice. “Please,” he begged.  When Phil met Dan’s eyes, he could see the distress and urgency. “I need to touch you. I’m sorry. I don’t understand, but I can’t deal with this anymore.” he fell to his knees. “Please, Phil.” He whispered.     Phil rushed to Dan, pulling him into his arms. “Shh, Alpha. I’m here, I’m safe.” Dan ran his face up and down Phil’s neck, scenting him.     “Phil, why?” Dan sobbed. “I don’t understand what I did.”     “Dan, it’s okay. I’m so sorry. I should have known you would be like this.”     “I love you; do you still love me?”     “So much,” Phil pulled Dan into a kiss, tugging roughly at his curls. He pulled away and removed the Omega's coat that he hadn’t bothered to remove from the night before.     Dan looked into Phil’s eyes, his own wide and confused. Phil took off  Dan's shirt next, followed by his own. Kissing the exposed skin on Dan’s chest he heard his Alpha moan.     “Yes, Omega, please. Need you.”       Both of their clothes were scattered, and they were laying on the floor near the rooms, Dan’s knot was firmly locked into Phil as he sucked on Phil’s bond mark. “My Omega,” Dan whispered into Phil’s neck.     “I love you Alpha.”     “Love you,” Dan tenderly held his Omega tightly to him, waiting for his knot to go down.     Dan woke up to Phil whimpering, “Alpha,” They were still on the floor.     “What’s wrong, Phil?”     “Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry.”     “I’m right here. I won’t leave.”     “I’m so sorry I said those terrible things to you.”     “I don’t understand why you did,” Dan admitted, “But I can’t leave, I tried and I ended up outside your door.”     “You wanted to leave?”     “Not forever,” Dan assured him. “I knew I had done something, but you were so vicious.”     “I know,”     “Maybe we should have this conversation after we have showered, and are off the floor?”     Phil sniffed, “Yeah, I need a bath.”     “Did I hurt you?”     “I think it’s more the floor that hurt me.”     Dan stood up heading to the bathroom.     “What are you doing?”     “Running you a bath, come on.”     Phil followed and watched as Dan carefully tempered the water and added a bath bomb.     “Okay, it’s ready.” Dan flushed, “I know it’s weird, I want to give you a bath.”     Phil chuckled, “It’s not,” He kissed Dan. “I would really appreciate that.”     Throughout the rest of the day, Dan had been taking care of Phil, making sure he was comfortable, fed and happy.  They hadn’t spoken of the last few days yet, they were just enjoying being close to one another again, spending time together. When someone knocked at their door, Dan instantly went stiff and when Phil went to answer the door, Dan stopped him.     “No,” Dan said. “I’ll get it.” Phil sighed but didn’t argue. It was their Tesco delivery, so no threat, but Dan wasn’t risking it. He felt that he needed to protect his Omega from everyone. He was confused why he was feeling so strongly this way, but he was just grateful that Phil was allowing him to touch him again.     “You’re spoiling me, you know,” Phil said after dinner.     “I guess I am. Just feel like it today.” Dan said, clearing dishes.     “I can help you,”     “No, you sit. I got it.”     “Alpha, we need to talk.”     Dan froze, staring at the sink. “Yeah, okay.”     “Come sit, please.” Dan did so, skeptically.  “Okay, so. We need to talk about the last few days.”     “Do we? Let’s just forget it.”     “No, Dan. I was terrible to you. I have no excuse; I should have handled this much better.”     “You want to leave, don’t you?”     “What?” Phil shook his head. “Of course not! Why would you think that after today?”     “I didn’t know what to think, Phil. You said things to me I never thought you would. I’m pretty confused.”     Phil sighed, “I know. That’s my fault. I’m sorry I told you to act like an Alpha. That was one of the meanest things I have ever said to anyone. I love you, Dan. I never should have said that.” He looked at Dan. “I have been really scared, upset and lost these last few days.”     “I know. What I don’t know is why.”     “The same reason you haven’t been able to stay away from me, why you want to take care of me and why you almost decapitated the Tesco delivery person.”     “I don’t get it.” Phil laughed, “Phil, can you just tell me?”     “Alpha, I’m pregnant.” Phil waited for the reaction. Dan was silent,  looking at his shoes again. “Please, Dan, say something.”     Much to Phil’s surprise, when Dan lifted his head to meet Phil’s eyes, his eyes sparkled with tears and there was a soft smile on his face.   “We’re going to be parents?”     “Yes,” Phil whispered.     Dan’s grin encompassed his entire face, he shot up and pulled Phil from his chair hugging him close.  “Omega, my omega.”     Phil let out a relieved breath turning his head to rest it on Dan’s shoulder. “You’re happy.” It was a statement, not a question.     “What? Of course!” Dan placed a hand in between them, on Phil’s abdomen. “Of course, I’m happy.”     “I was so scared; it was our first mating session and we got pregnant. I was afraid that you wouldn’t handle it well.”   “Did you think I was going to leave?”   “Yes,” Phil said timidly.   “Phil, I waited for you too. You are my family. Was I planning on being a father at 18? Of course not, will it make me leave? Absolutely not. I love you, Omega.”   “I love you too, Alpha. You’re just so sure everything is going to be okay. I was terrified to speak, to tell you.”   Dan pulled back and looked at him confused, “You were that worried?”  Phil nodded. “Oh, Omega. Has this been the problem?” Again, Phil nodded. Dan laughed, loudly. “Do you know how many things I had running through my head? Never this. Oh, thank, god.” He cupped Phil’s cheek. “You don’t need to worry, Phil, my Omega. We are going to be fine. You are going to make an excellent parent! I will take care of all of us, I promise. Everything will be okay.”   Phil smirked, “I know we will. I’m sorry I ever doubted it. We are going to be fine, aren’t we?”   “Of course, Omega. Let me take care of everything. You worry about you and our baby. The rest is on me, okay?   “Hey Dan, you’re behaving like a typical Alpha. You know that, right?”     Dan tittered, “Yeah, I guess I am.”  For the first time in his life, Dan actually felt and believed he wasn’t born wrong.  He was an Alpha and though he had not started off the way “he was supposed to,” he knew now, more than ever, he would make his Omega proud.