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dyxnamicart · 5 years

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my stupid highschool oneshot thing

look im not a writer, (I used to be when I was fourteen, haven’t done it since then so ya know, you dont use it you lose it lmao)

Anyways this has been highly requested that I post it, im a bit mad because its not exactly how I wish their dynamic was, I’m not great at writing banter (or anything i’m an artist now plewse) but ya know Also DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fiction, it in no way reflects real life Dan and Phil (In fact my au switches up their personalities a fair bit) and do not tag them okAY P E O P L E They dont wanna see it and I dont want them to see it (Even if this isnt a particularly shippy piece lmao people are getting very angsty as of late) I also don’t have an editor so sorry for any mistakes Anyway here ya go heathens

Dan didn’t notice the opposing teams jock barrelling towards him, not until his leg had swept under his own, causing him to fly through the air, ball no longer in his possession.

In fact it all flew by in a matter of seconds. Dan didn’t really have time to process exactly what was happening until he felt the shock of pain that travelled up his wrist and down his arm as he landed heavily onto it, crying out as he rolled once or twice before coming to a stop… He couldn’t really tell. There was a whistle blow, but the bustling around him seemed dull in comparison to the loudness of the pain in his wrist.

He hissed as he was righted, pulled up and put steadily on his feet, being ushered to the benches, it only felt like five minutes before the game was back on course, bar Dan to be left on the sides, a few claps on the back from his teammates as he let his head come down from the spinning it was doing.

The nurse on staff did a pretty shoddy job of bandaging, but to her credit she did ask if he wanted an ambulance. If his dad knew an ambulance was called because he hurt his wrist... he didn’t even want to imagine the searing look of disappointment he would receive.

So he just declined.

The game was one of the final ones of the season, they were playing against the local private school, which had a surprisingly amount of suspiciously beefed up kids, though with private school money Dan wasn’t surprised they probably had some ins with the law and extra ‘help’.

He really wanted to play in the final, in fact his coach had even been considering him for the team, not that Dan was amazing at football, but he wasn’t the worst. He was passable at best, probably why his parents weren’t here right now to witness the semi, something he supposes he should be counting his lucky stars for now he had an injury as mediocre as a sprained wrist, but now there was a nagging pull in his gut of his own disappointment.

He waited out the game on the bench, figuring he should at least be there for his team for the results, even with a sprained wrist he didn’t want to run away without at least talking to a few of his mates afterwards.

Phil didn’t see the tumble.

He was perched up in the bleachers, trying to ignore the way the mild and darkening sky had began to stew whipping winds that tore right through the threads in his sweater, by sketching insurmountable things he could see.

He didn’t usually go to games, not only was it not his scene, but he would either end up insanely bored or find his eyes following Dan Howell’s god damn limber body. But this was the semis, and he totally wasn’t here to occasionally glance at a certain panting number 91, he at least wanted to show his support for the school. It wasn’t his fault this game was boring and his sketchbook looked far more inviting.

He only looked up when there was a big murmur and gasps coming from the crowd around him, and he couldn’t see who it was at first, but there was a boy sprawled on the ground.

It didn’t take long to figure out it was Dan, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply, closing his sketchbook and shoving it into his bag. He ended up walking down a few rows in the bleachers, just trying to see if the daft idiot was okay, and he sat down again much closer. The nurse did an awful job at bandaging his hand, he could see that from here, and he would have to fix it after the game. Well.. he didn’t have to, of course, but he figured Howell was too much of an airhead to fix it properly and as much as the other grated on him he at least wanted him to be comfortable.

When it came to the end of the game, Phil’s school lost, and there was a brief celebration for the other school as they paraded off the field, while Dan’s team just huddled around to talk to the coach and then walk to the locker rooms, obviously trying to act casual even if they had essentially just been eliminated from the finals.

Looking around, a lot of the families and students were milling out, many of them disappointed by the outcome of the game.

This was their star team, and there had been a surprisingly large turnout for the event, to have it all end this anticlimactically felt a bit wrong, if he was being honest, even if sports definitely weren’t his thing.

Phil headed down towards the locker rooms, some of the boys were already heading out, chatting and bumping into each other as they walked. Boys were talking, over half of them shirtless. He tried to avoid looking at them, while Phil had come to terms with his sexuality internally, he wasn’t out to his school, despite the obvious digs lots of the jocks and ‘cool kids’ would make. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

Dan hadn’t noticed him, he was sitting on a bench and chatting to a teammate, but some of the boys closer to the entrance had.

“Ay! It’s Danny’s little bitch, what’s new Lester?” A boy Phil knew as Jason laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily on him.

Phil grunted, and shoved him off. “I’m not anyone’s bitch. Especially not Howell’s.”

There was an ‘oo’ that rippled through the boys, and it was safe to say that Dan had noticed him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and stood up.

“A teacher told me to help Dan.. carry his stuff with his hand like that.” He faltered off, because that half baked excuse really did make him sound like someone’s bitch. But by this point people were beginning to lose interest and ended up either packing up to leave or going back to chatting amongst themselves about a hot girl or something Phil honestly couldn’t care less about.

Phil walked towards Dan, throwing on a mastered look of indifference and annoyance.

“What are you doing back here?” The brunette sighed deeply, running his good hand through his hair. “As if I don’t already get clowned on enough from seeing you during actual school hours.” He said dryly.

Phil rolled his eyes. “I saw that sad excuse for a nurse ‘wrap’ your hand. I’ve seen children under the age of 4 wrap toilet paper around themselves better.”

Dan groaned as he fell back to his sitting position on the bench. “Good deed Lester huh? You aren’t a guardian angel you know.”

“Are you going to turn down actual help with that wrist, Howell. Seriously.” He dropped his bag on the ground, and knelt down, ignoring the few whistles he got from the people still in the room.

Dan rolled his eyes as he looked down at Phil, arched eyebrow and holding his injured wrist with his hand, like he didn’t trust him. “Fine.” He sighed, setting his hand down on his leg, looking down at Phil with a suspicious and unless he was imagining it, flushed face.

Phil carefully lifted the brunettes injured hand, frowning at the small pang of guilt he felt when Dan hissed in a sharp breath, quiet, as if being a little louder would shatter his reputation in one fell swoop.

By now the locker room had basically emptied out, Dan’s mates sauntered away, hefting their heavy gym bags over their shoulders as their voices echoed down the hallway and slowly faded into the cool night air.

Dan and Phil sat in silence for a few moments as Phil examined the bandage. Dan seemed to relax a little, and he allowed the feeling of calm to wash over them now there was no eyes examining their every move. The indifference and hostility seemed to drain from the air.

He didn’t know if it was the late night game or the lack of people, but he felt as though he was back before highschool, back before their fall out. Before their life became a series of quips and tension seeping into the fond memories he once had for the boy in front of him.

“Why do you play, when you end up hurting yourself like this?” His question was genuine, none of the concealed fire that was usually behind his voice when he talked to Dan.

Phil used his other hand to unroll the bandage. He had seen the first aid kit it came from, the contents being the single bandage, two band aids and a single cotton swab. Not the most ideal for a sport like this, hands on and physical, but their school wasn’t really known for their state of the art resources.

Dan looked unsure of whether or not he should give a witty response or answer seriously. In the end he seemed too exhausted to spit out a clever one liner. So he opted for the truth.

“I don’t know..” Dan huffed a breath out of his nose, like he was out of practice with talking about his emotions. “The guys are cool.. people like a jock you know?” He pauses for a moment, like he was struggling with whether or not he wanted to continue. “And I kind of want my dad to be proud of me? You know my dad. I want him to think.. I’m one of the lads. One of the boys.. not a royal screw up son.” He snorted, good hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to play off his words as ridiculous.

But Phil didn’t laugh.

“Proud of you?” He repeated, slightly quieter as he slowly started to wind the bandage around Dan’s stiff wrist.

Dan shrugged, looking away and seemingly focusing on a spot far across the room, like he was trying to be anywhere but here, talking to a friend who had been distanced by time and change.

But Phil remembers, he remembers his curly brown hair bouncing around when he was excited, when he was jumping around playing cops and robbers, he remembers his loud and boisterous laugh and the way his cheeks dimpled and filled with colour. He remembers a time when he knew the boy in front of him more then he knew anyone in the world. When he thought Dan was his forever friend and that nothing would ever change that.

Guess something changed.

“You know I’m proud of you,” He continued, not looking up from bandaging. He could feel Dan’s eyes on him now, he could feel the incredulous and doubtful eyes bore into his skin, see into his soul. He didn’t seem to have expected an actual answer in response. “I’m proud of you when I see you play piano. When I see your eyes light up and when you lose yourself in the keys. When you recite dumb Shakespearen poetry and when you are on stage commanding the spotlight, when the only person who matters is you. That’s what I’m proud of. That’s what makes me think, THIS is Dan Howell. THIS is who he is meant to be. Not a shallow jock with a sharp tongue and attitude. I’m proud of the real you.”

He clipped the bandage pin on the end of the roll, now safely locked on Dan’s wrist, and he went to pull his hand away but was stopped by a hand placed over his.

Dan’s eyes were how he remembered, not in way they were for the past two years, glazed over as he tried to cram his way into a puzzle he didn’t fit into, but filled with an unfathomable tenderness and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on

They didn’t need to exchange words, the soft smile Dan gave him spoke a thousand words, making up for time that felt lost before now.

He stood up, finally dropping Phil’s hand and grabbing his jacket off the bench. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Their silence was welcoming as they walked down the hall towards the exit. The last few years had been full of quips and jabs, fast insults and banter that sometimes toed the line as not quite friendly. This silence, it was new, but it felt right. Dan couldn’t quite understand, but there was a shift that felt comfortable.

Dan had known Phil a long time, longer then anyone in this god forsaken school. He was quiet and reserved and he enjoyed painting and drawing. He was creative, and he didn’t care what people thought of him. He was unapologetically himself, and that was something that he only wished he could be.

For the longest time it was him and Phil. Dan and Phil against the world, playing Mario cart and watching shitty movies, always at each other’s houses like they belonged together.

Then high school happened.

The desire to fit in hit Dan like a ton of bricks. While Phil was content to remain a Mario kart loving geek, Dan couldn’t stand being the butt of the joke. He couldn’t stand his dad being disappointed whenever he brought Phil home to do something nerdy. As the years went by it became a sort of crutch for him and Phil to make snide remarks at each other as they passed in the halls, glaring across the halls and that’s how it stayed.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved to see Phil riled up. He loved to see his eyebrows furrow together and his eyes roll. His arms crossed and his posture unimpressed. If anything that was his favourite part, the way his voice flooded with heat and passion, as he stared at him with the intensity of a bonfire. He loved to tease him and play his surprisingly short temper like a fiddle.

But he wasn’t attracted to him. No way. Phil wasn’t a pretty girl. He did NOT find his eyes pretty and the way his hair sometimes fell into his eyes and his hands didn’t itch to run his hands through it.

He was straight. He had to be.

His heart dropped a little, and he couldn’t explain why, but he looked over at Phil, who was walking beside him.

They were outside now, and it was raining, not too heavily but enough to get you fairly wet. Despite the fact Phil was wearing a sweater and long overalls, he could see him shiver, the fabric of the sweater probably allowed the biting wind to nip tight through it.

He shrugged off his jacket, and gently wrapped it around Phil’s shoulders, forcing them to stop momentarily. The street light cast a soft light over them, and his eyes met the other boys, and for a moment they stared at each other, Dan watching as raindrop followed the contours of Phil’s face, a drop following his cheekbone and the slope of his jaw.

He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again as he started walking. “Okay okay, lets get you home, Lester.”

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Phil enquires inquisitively as he sped walked a bit to catch up with him.

He shrugged. “Still running on adrenaline I guess.” It was a lie, he was slightly cold. But it felt right, and he continued to walk with him in silence.

Phil was holding the jacket around himself as they approached his house, and they stopped just under the porch, the light flickering on to illuminate his face.

Dan stuffed his good hand in his pocket, and he clicked his tongue as Phil went to shrug off the jacket to give back. “Nah, wash it first, don’t want your nerd germs on my clothes.” Despite the insult, he found himself smiling warmly, and Phil too just chuckled.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you on Monday or something, Howell.”

Dan saluted as he turned to walk away, and he could feel Phil staring through his back as he walked back into the rain. They were only a street apart, but he knew that was going to be one long walk.

#mine #stick to drawing Hayley u idiot #ur right i should #but this only spawned at like 2am so im sorry #highschool au

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glitterrhowell · 5 years

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Chapter 32

title: Seized

Co-author: fadingcrystalvoid

Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan

Word count: 1.6k

Warning/Genre: Rape/extreme violence/ depression/PTSD/Degradation/torture/ Non-consensual pretty much everything/Little!Dan/Daddy!Phil/Kidnapping

Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it? Heavy trigger warning

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Dan was tired. Insanely so. He couldn’t sleep. He didn’t know why; it was two hours after dinner and he was still wide awake. Eric and Kate had started putting him to bed earlier, saying he needed the extra sleep. He knew not to argue or Phil would give him a punishment. Not that he’d seen Phil recently.

Either way, it was an hour after his bedtime, and he was still wide awake. When he closed his eyes, he remembered the pictures of disfigured faces, young boys who, like Dan, had made the mistake of following his heart instead of his brain.

Even though he was meant to be sleeping, he pulled out his paper and crayons. Twenty minutes later, he’d finished three drawings, each of a different boy, the same mangled faces and limbs. He clutched pooh into his arms as he climbed out of bed, the slightly crumpled papers in his other hand. He wanted Lela. She’d know what to do; she always helped when he wasn’t feeling the best.

He wandered through the empty quiet corridors, occasionally a nurse running past or some other patients walking towards their rooms. A hand wrapped around his upper arm and he squealed, trying to wiggle away.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” the voice said calmly, grip loosening on his arm.

“Want mummy,” he mumbled in reply, tears already beginning to slip down his cheeks. He didn’t know this person. She was dressed in a blue button-down shirt and blue pants, making her seem like a nurse, but Dan knew appearances could be deceiving. Sir had seemed nice when he offered Dan the puppy.

“I can take you to her,” the woman said but Dan shook his head.

“No,” he mumbled, pulling his arm from her now-loose grip. “Leave me alone!”

Dan took off and ran through the hallway, turning different corners that seemed vaguely familiar but he knew weren’t really.

“Whoa, Dan, slow down,” a voice said. Eric.

“Where mummy!?” Dan demanded.

“Danny, calm down, okay? I’ll take you to Lela,” he said carefully.

Dan linked his hand with Eric and swung them as they walked towards the offices.

Eric knocked on the door for them and waited. And waited. It became clear Lela wasn’t in her office and Eric hoped she hadn’t left to go home yet. She didn’t usually leave until after Dan had gone to sleep, just to make sure there were no complications. Of course, Dan was supposed to be asleep by this point. Eric hoped he didn’t have to turn to the night staff. There was nothing wrong with them directly, they just didn’t really have much experience with Dan and tended to treat him like the adult he appeared to be.

An army of nurses rushed past them at that point and Dan insisted they followed. Eric didn’t argue, knowing it was the quickest way to a tantrum. And besides, what harm could come from following the nurses?

Two Hours Earlier…

Phil blinked his tired eyes open. The room was dark, only a small lamp on in the corner. His eyes focussed and he saw two guards in the room, one guarding the door and the other by the window. He instinctively tried to pull his hands up to rub the sleep from his eyes but was met with the cold resistance of metal handcuffs. He groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. He couldn’t even remember how he ended up here; his head throbbed with every thought he had.

Surely this wasn’t solitary. It was much too comfortable, with the bed and lamp. Besides, why would there be a window and what appeared to be a regular door in a solitary cell? It’d been a long time since Phil had seen something so simple, something with no locks. Without his control, tears came to his eyes. He didn’t understand why something so simple as a door could bring tears to his eyes. And his head hated it too if the knives stabbing his brain were anything to go by.

There was a knock at the door and it swung open, causing a large wave of light to swim into the room. He hissed before coughing, his throat burning all the while.

“Ah, Mr Lester, you’re awake,” a much-too-kind voice said. He nodded his head a little, informing the mysterious voice that he could hear them.

“I’m Dr Mander. How are you feeling?” the woman stepped closer and Phil watched with sore eyes as she adjusted some of the wires and machinery.

He made a rumbling sound low in his throat, hoping to warm it up enough that he could speak with slightly less pain. It didn’t work. “Bad,” he choked out, puffing as he did so. Breathing was getting steadily harder to do and it was scaring him.

“You’re breathing is rather staggered. Does it hurt?” the doctor observed, looking at the diagram that was measuring his pulse and breathing.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, hoping she could hear him.

“I’ll call a nurse to bring in some stronger pain medication for you,” she responded. She pressed a few buttons on the machines and pulled her walkie-talkie to her mouth, asking for a morphine bag to be to room 372.

He’d gathered that he was in a hospital as soon as she’d introduced herself but that didn’t mean he understood why he was here. It must have been bad; Phil had witnessed people being beaten to a pulp before while guards stood there pretending not to notice. To take him to the hospital - and not even the prison infirmary - whatever happened must have been severe.

“So, do you remember anything?” the doctor asked, taking a seat after scribbling onto the clipboard in her hand.

He shook his head, not wanting to have to verbalise anything. The nurse had come in and changed out his fluid bag but according to Dr Mander, that wasn’t the morphine bag.

“Officer White, would you mind explaining what happened so Mr Lester can remember?”

The man by the door - who Phil now knew was Officer White - ran his fingers through his light hair, sighing loudly.

“He got beat up. Don’t know what else there is to say,” he explained. It wasn’t much help really.

“White, don’t be like that,” the other guard who was no longer by the window said. “Phil, you got ganged. During pre-dinner free time Kide and his gang found you while you - we think - were on your way to the showers. We don’t really know what happened since no guards were there but they definitely did some damage,” he explained.

“Thanks, Officer Jewel,” the doctor said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Officer White added. He didn’t sound as sincere though; his tone told Phil it was most likely sarcastic.

“Mummy!” Dan shouted, letting go of Eric’s hand and running up to Lela.

“Hi, Danny. What are you doing still awake?” she asked.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, face still pressed into her shoulder.

“What have you got here?”

“Drawings!” he suddenly said, excited. “For you!” He held out the pictures and Lela couldn’t help but feel a little sick.

“And who are these, Dan?”

“Can’t say.”

Lela shooed Eric away with a smile and began leading Dan to her office.

“And why is that?”

“Hurt like them if say,” Dan explained. That was what he’d said the past two times he’d given her drawing of people and she’d asked the same questions.

Lela unlocked her office door, annoyed that she couldn’t go home and sleep but knew she had to get to the bottom of this first.

“I’d like to do another session with you, Dan,” she said carefully. He’d mostly gotten used to the hypnosis again but that didn’t mean he never argued.

“Okay, Mummy!” Dan agreed happily, lying down on the couch and cuddling Pooh to his chest.

“Ready?”

“Yes Mummy,” Dan responded, already closing his eyes.

And so she began the steps to take him into his subconscious. Speaking light and airy, allowing him to travel deeper and deeper into his mind. When she had her papers ready and she was sure Dan was deep in his subconscious, she began the questioning.

“I want you to go back to the cabin, Dan,” she whispered, forming a dot on her page. “Are you there?”

“Uh huh,” Dan mumbled.

“Do you remember seeing anyone else when you were there? Any boys and girls like you?”

“In pictures,” he said. “Was alone most the time. Unless Sir-” he cut off.

“Unless Sir what?” she prodded.

“Sir hurt,” he whimpered.

“Okay. We don’t have to talk about that, okay? Do you know who the people in the pictures were?”

“No,” he whispered, clutching Pooh impossibly closer to his chest.

“Can you describe them for me?”

“Uh huh,” Dan agreed. Lela quickly set up her phone to record this. “One boy with curly hair. Green eyes. Like Pj. Dark skin,” Dan said. “Two boy, twin. Me twin.” Lela sighed. Dan really wasn’t making much sense and his descriptions would do no good to the artists at the police station. “Three. Three girl.” Dan shivered. “She gone. Like one ‘n’ two.”

“What do you mean by gone?”

“No air. Air no go in body,” Dan said. Lela watched to make sure Dan was breathing and it’s clear he was.

“Do you mean they were dead?”

“Mhmm,” Dan hummed. “Sir do same to me if no find.”

“If we didn’t find you Sir would have killed you?”

“Say. Say kill me,” Dan whimpered.

“Are you sure you don’t remember any of the kids’ names?”

Dan shivered again.

“Nico. Nico Howell.”

#daniel howell #daniel howell fanfiction #phil lester #phil lester fanfiction #seized #fading-crystal-void

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sunshinedjh · 7 years

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The Wolf of The Woods Part Twenty Seventeen

Word count: 1690

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Warnings: None (unless you are allergic to words)

Phil was stood dead still, looking over the edge, despite the fact that rocks were still falling. He was still so in shock of what he'd just witnessed. He had to act fast though now, and he knew it.

Phil wasn't stupid. Part of his brain had been telling him to jump after Dan and try to save him but he refused to listen. In fact, He refused to listen to all of he thoughts he was having right now, simply because they were all saying the same thing...

So he ran instead. He followed the sound of the water downstream and ran through the forest in the hope of reaching the river a different way.

Perhaps if he ran fast enough he could escape these thoughts that were trying to break into his head, could leave them behind and be sure everything was going to be okay.

However, his mind appeared to be persistent. Soon it seemed as though it had found another way to communicate with him. He became more and more weary as he continued to run. Was it just him, or did he just hear a sound coming from the trees around him? It sounded like a voice.

'He's dead' whispered the trees 'He sacrificed himself for you and now he's dead'

'No!' Phil cried out, so determined to deny the fact that he didn't seem to realize what was happening.

'If he hadn't been so selfless then he would still be here now, it would've been you who'd fallen and he could have been free to live a long happy life'

'You're insane!' Phil yelled.

'Are we Phil? Or is it you who is insane... trees cannot talk you know, we're just a figment of your imagination'

Phil stopped running. Panting rapidly with fear and exhaustion he looked around him.

'I I... maybe I am insane' he spoke, to whom he was no longer sure.

'Maybe Dan really is dead and it's all because of me' he breathed, pacing around in paranoia.

He looked around him, gazing up at the trees. He almost felt like a child again in that moment, a poor innocent child, alone and afraid of everything, with no power to control anything.

The trees made him feel so small. Even if they weren't actually talking to him they were still intimidating. He'd never have thought that the very forest he called home would turn against him.

Taking a deep breath Phil sat down on the forest floor. He had to stop. Had to think for a second.

He felt physically sick with dread, and anxiety. He'd never had a panic attack before but he could almost sense that he was close to one. Breathing heavily, he shivered and drew his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them tight.

He needed something. Something that would give him determination to get up and keep going. He needed strength. He needed hope. He needed...

A light.

That was what Phil saw. He saw it glowing in the distance. It was moving, or at least the source of it was. It flickered every time it went behind a tree and seemed to be heading somewhere.

It was so captivating that Phil was almost drawn to it. Standing up slowly, he began to walk towards it in curiosity. As he got closer Phil saw that there was more than one light; they were flashlights.

And flashlights meant people.

Now that Phil realized what was going on, he could hear voices too. One sounded like a man, he seemed to be doing most of the talking, and the other was a much younger sounding girl.

'Your mother was very worried about you, you're lucky we found you when we did' said the man's voice.

'What's going to happen to the boys?' The girl questioned. Phil heard laughter after that. Not the jolly sort of laughter though, no, it sounded like more of a pitiful chuckle.

'Well, we'll have to arrest them and keep them overnight but I can assure you that they won't get off lightly, especially if they won't even tell me what on earth they were doing trying to hold a girl hostage in the forest...'

Phil's eyes widened. This man was a police officer. Of course, that made sense. It wasn't as if your average person would be roaming the forests at night. And the girl, the girl must be...

'What did you say your name was again miss?'

'Er, Louise sir '

Of course. The police must have found her tied to that tree with the other two boys and rescued her. Phil smiled. Jack and Harvey were under arrest, and Louise was safe. He felt a tiny bit better about leaving her now, though not very much.

Still, there was still someone out there who wasn't safe, not yet anyway. Dan. Phil was going to find him. He had to. With a new found confidence and a sudden lack of fear, Phil started running again.

As he carried on running through the trees, the sound of flowing water began to get louder. This certainly seemed like a good sign. If Phil could just get to the riverside and follow it downstream, he was sure it would lead him to Dan. He really hoped it would lead him to Dan.

In the dense darkness of the woods Phil was really struggling to see where he was going, he was almost having to rely on sound alone to guide him in the right direction. He was sure he was close now, he had to be.

It was then, by some stroke of luck, as Phil emerged from one particular group of trees that he found that he'd reached the edge of the span of endless tree trunks. He could see the river in front of him.

Slowing down to a halt, though apparently not soon enough to avoid stepping in a puddle and getting his feet soggy, Phil stopped and caught his breath.

'Okay... okay' he panted 'come on Phil, you can find him'

Without hesitation he set off once more, this time following the river rather than the trees, in almost total darkness.

It's funny how when you want something so badly, so desperately, nothing else seems to matter. Phil was cold and tired and terrified, yet all he cared about was finding Dan.

Scanning every part of the river, best he could with what little light there was, Phil kept on waking further downstream. He knew it wasn't very likely that Dan was still in the middle of the river. Even if he was unconscious or... well worse, he'd probably be on a ledge on the riverside.

Phil shook his head dismissively. He didn't want to think about Dan being 'worse than unconscious', that was anything but a good idea.

'Dan!' He called out to try and distract himself. 'Daaan!'

About forty minutes had past now since Phil had found the river. He wasn't going to give up. He'd called Dan's name so many times that his throat was starting to hurt but still he persisted.

'Daaan!' He cried. This time his voice sounded a little raspy and chocked up. He carried on following the river still, and still he saw nothing.

'Dan' he called. His voice sounded a little quieter this time. He'd been on the verge of crying for a while now but had been holding it back until... well, until now.

'Dan' he sobbed, as his tears finally came trickling down his cheeks. 'Where are you?'

He hadn't expected a response. Why should he have done when every time he'd spoken so far he hadn't received one? But this time he could've sworn he heard a sound. A whimper coming from nearby.

A wolf whimper.

'Dan?' Phil sniffed, lifting his head and drying his eyes on the torn sleeve of his shirt. He heard the gentle whimper again, it was definitely responding to him. Looking around desperately, trying to find the owner of the whimper, Phil spotted him.

After all this time searching he had found him, Phil could hardly believe it. He was lying on the river bank, a few feet away, still half in the water. 'Dan' Phil breathed, running straight towards him as he let out a tiny little whimper once more.

'Are you alright? Oh my gosh I can't believe you're okay... I can't believe you... I can't believe you sacrificed yourself for me' Phil said, sounding happier than he'd felt in a while. He was happier than he'd felt in a while.

Dan lifted his head slightly so that it met Phil's hand, he closed his eyes at the touch and let the boy run his fingers through his fur.

In all his excitement, Phil had completely forgotten about the state that his boyfriend was in. He was cold and injured, though most importantly, he was alive. Phil had better get him out of the water though, if he wanted him to stay that way.

Dan winced as Phil tried to help him up. He had some visible wounds and probably some bruises that would show up when he changed back human again, but that was a problem they'd have to deal with when it came to it.

'Come on Dan, we need to get you out of the water, it's freezing, just try your best to stand' Phil pleaded. Seemingly this worked. For the brief couple of seconds that Dan did manage to stay on his feet, Phil was able to push him at least a little further up the bank and out of the water before he inevitably collapsed again.

Phil sat down by his side. 'So, I don't suppose you wanna walk all the way back right then now huh?' He chuckled. Dan shook his head and then shifted slightly so he could place it on Phil's knee. Phil began to stroke his head again for a little while before deciding to wrap his arms around him completely, and cuddle him tight.

The two didn't even need to speak to show their emotion, their love for one another was clear.

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Melancholia

Summary: Dan always lies.

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Dan lied still on the bed, bathed in the white moonlight caught from the open window. He slightly curled his lower legs up to his torso, probably felt the sudden breeze that just blew in. I took the corner of the duvet, pulled it up to cover more of his bare chest. Almost responding to the touch, Dan knitted his brows, gradually extended his legs to the new warmth from the enclosed space; then as if nothing happened, he slowly relaxed his face, and felt deep into sleep again. I looked at the soft duvet that naturally shape to the curve of Dan’s body, gently placed my hand on his small waist, and then caressed down to his hip. Dan had a broad shoulder, but his waist was actually quite slim if he didn’t overindulge sweets that month. Although I’d always tell him I simultaneously love his stomach fat and his collar bone as I don’t care if he was thin or chubby, he called me stupid saying it was a cliché contradiction and I must have preferred one to the other. However, my Dan didn’t realize that I couldn’t care less about his weight, when looking at him was already a luxury. It’s like when you have a stack of the most delicious, freshly made bacon pancake with warm maple syrup in front of you, all the other food would be so insignificant. To me, Dan was like that, having the ability to make everything else so painfully insignificant.

Dan turned over, slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of glistening brown irises that is still full of tiredness. Slowly, he stretched out his hand to rub the sleep out, while pulling the duvet that was sort of clumped together up to his neck. I looked at him sitting up, eyes were drawn to the different shades of light reflecting on his skin as he turned to the opposite side. The pale moon light hit on his soft body, highlighted his neck and the sides of his back, leaving a dark line that accentuated his spine down to his hip. Dan flinched to the touch of my hand on his back- the involuntary action that I half regretted. It was almost too instinctive to touch something so breathtaking to feel regret afterward.

“No, please.” He spoke. I wanted to think that his tone derived from sadness, but it was more from disappointment.

I shook my head, but didn’t withdraw my hand like Dan wanted. Instead, I pulled myself closer, threw my arms around his torso that had turned colder from the night breeze, and enclosed him in my chest despite his usual protest.

I know he was lying.

He’d always lied, a little bit too much actually. He lied to everyone how he and I don’t sleep on the same bed; he lied to his mom how much he loves his current girlfriend; he lied to his friends that he has never kissed a guy; and he lied to the world that he is as straight as a stick.

I gently lifted up Dan’s head that was buried between his knees and pulled him into a deep kiss, more passionate after every minute. I snatched the duvet that was placed between our naked bodies, revealing a vulnerable Dan who was still resisting to my touch.

Dan was always like this. He would tell me to limit physical interaction with him, when his body told the opposite. He would tell me to not hold his hands in public, when eventually he became so lost that he secretly took my hand and never let it go. He would tell me to not kiss him, when he blushed so much and deepened the kiss until we ran out of breathe. He would tell me to not look at him too long, to not touch him too dearly, to not love him too passionately, but when I held him down and placed kisses all over his body while entering him from behind with those lazy deep thrusts, he moaned loudly and wanted more.

Dan lied down on his front, shivering to each of the peck I placed on the back of his neck. My hands were all over his body, touching the places that no one else would be allowed to. His eyes tightened, breathing became uneven, hands curled into fist. I turned him over, looked deep into the dark irises that were now drown in lust. I couldn’t imagine how much he was hating himself at that moment.

“Baby, I love you. So much.” I whispered against his skin, finally stopped touching him to align his back against my chest, then slowly drew deformed circles along his arm.

“I don’t love you.” He said, while looking aimlessly into the dark night, probably felt half despise and half guilty.

“I know, you hate me.”

Of course, he hated me. I said it before he could. I lost counts how many times he had said so after those passionate and endless make out sections we exchanged. He wasn’t shy to express how much he despised the idea of us being together, but he would consent to every despicable things I do; he would yearn for my constant presence when we were outside, would crave for my comfort when he tried to escape from the world’s cruelty, and would thirst for my touch during those sleepless long night.

“We don’t love each other, Phil.” Dan said, eyes still fixated on some imagery outside the window.

It was like his reflect, to say No to whatever I have to offer, to deny the slightest romantic connection between us, to annihilate every single evidence that we could be together as more than friends. I listened to those so many times, as it they were like chants imprinted somewhere on his eyelid, that whenever he saw me, he would be required to say them out loud. It’s hurt, of course, very much so often that my heart would be full of calluses. After 3 years living together, I stopped believing in his meaningless and pretentious defense. Those words would always hurt however, but I just stopped dwelling on the pain. For all I know, love could turn pain into kisses.

It happened in December, sometime around midnight, when we were at the BBC end of year party. We were both quite drunk, but for different reasons. Dan was upset with his girlfriend, Eva, a controlling freak who called him 10 times over a span of 15 minutes when he was talking to our co-workers. And I was upset with Dan, witnessing him chose to get stuck on an inevitable, dead-end and unhealthy relationship like a moth drawn to flame. He was on the verge of turning insane, being exhausted with Eva’s unsympathetic acts but would refused to leave her. She could have tortured him, degraded him, turned him into an absolute worthless mess and he would do nothing but drove to her house at 3am just because she suddenly wanted to watch the new episode of Scream Queen. Dan rationalized all of her irrational actions, and told me that it was love. He didn’t care if she would turn into a jealous, selfish, hysterical bitch, he would still be there, because he loved her. But just like every other things, those saccharine sweet nothings were all buried thousand miles deep after 30 vulgar texts, a screaming call, and too many margaritas with extra shots of tequila.

“Screw it. Not tonight, I will talk to her tomorrow.” Dan dropped his body on our sofa, not even bothered to take off his shoes. He threw his phone across the room, then looked at me all pouting and exhausted.

“Well, isn’t she the love of your life?” I cringed, hoping Dan wouldn’t be too upset with the sarcastic tone. To my surprise, he looked at me indifferently, then directed his gaze to the bottle of red wine on our counter top. Seeing him having no intention to move, I lifted Dan’s legs up to untie his black Yeezy.

“Ugh…I feel sick. But not sick enough to sleep.” Dan spoke as he stretched his feet, rubbed the fabrics of my jacket between his toes. He pointed at the wine bottle and looked at me again all smiling. “Phillll, please?”

“No. Are you crazy? We drank a lot today.” I scolded him softly. I knew Dan wasn’t a lightweight, but I was sure he couldn’t handle any more alcohol without feeling extremely sick and regretful tomorrow morning. I crawled next to him on the sofa, fixed his damped fringe that stuck messily on his forehead.

“Phil, why am I not good enough for her?” Dan gave up on the wine, leaned his head on my shoulder and rubbed his face against my neck. “Why doesn’t she trust me?”

“I don’t know Dan. What do you want to hear? I told you a million times that she is the one who is not good enough for you. In fact, I don’t understand her at all. To me you are the most precious thing in this world, and I love you so much the only thing left to do would be to kill you and keep you in a glass tank so you wouldn’t be defiled and I get to have you for myself.”

And just like that.

One could say that it was out of pity, for him to reckon my hopeless and pathetic love. Or it was just one of the effects of alcohol. Or maybe, Dan was conveniently feeling lonely that night. Dan looked at me with his chocolate eyes, leaned in close, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I grabbed his hand making him startled, pushed him on the couch, and hungrily kissed him back. It was indescribable. His small waist in my hand, his wet lips on my mouth, his most private and precious part on my fingertip. I made sure to not leave any part of Dan’s body untouched. His pretty eyes with dark lashes, his curly brown hair, his pink hardened nipples, his soft butt cheeks, his long legs, his lovely toes. Everywhere on his body was traced with my kisses, some clearer than the others. Dan’s lips, shoulder blades, collar bones, upper arms, nipples, inner thighs were filled with red, deep marks as the skin turned red and raw from continuous kissing. When he started to moan and verbally begged for more, I inserted my lubbed index finger inside him. Dan jerked up, making the finger slip in deeper. I crooked my finger upward and found the soft spot that caused Dan to squirm and panted and moaned. Dan looked like the subject of everyone’s deep dark sexual fantasy, with his legs open wide while glistening precum dripping down his left thigh and bed sheet. When he started to relax, I aligned my penis in front of him, feeling it being swallowed whole. He extended his arms and wrapped it around my neck, asking me to kiss him. I pecked on his lips, but then could not stop. The thrusts and kisses were in sync. The faster and deeper I thrust inside Dan, the more passionate the kiss. I looked at Dan, the boy was so drowned in pleasure that he just let his open lips rubbing against mine, letting the saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth. When we both came, Dan finally opened his eyes. One drop of tear started rolling down his blushed cheek and disappeared under the pillow. He shut his eyes tight again, and felt into deep sleep.

#smut #angst #comfort #submission

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Ignited: Nova

Ignited Chapter 2- Nova

Pairing: Dan Howell/ Phil Lester and PJ Liguori/ Chris Kendall

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing and eventual fluff/smutt

Word Count: 5,849 (whoops)

Summary: AU superpowers. The lights has been there for as long as Dan can remember. It’s apart of him and he can’t help but love the light. But sometimes the burning and itching under his skin won’t leave until it shines bright and illuminates the sky.

Dan’s life changes forever when he is trust into a world of magic and mystery inside the walls of the Nova Institute for the Exceptionally Gifted and Talented. Dan Howell/Phil Lester, PJ Liguori/ Chris Kendall.

Notes: It took so much willpower for me not to call this chapter “You’re a Nova, Daniel.”

Link to Chapter 1: Lumos

It’s ridiculously green. Every mile the car moves, more and more trees seem to appear, and Dan supposes he understands the need for secrecy, the need to hide, but he hadn’t even realized there was any place like this left in the world. The only explanation his mind can even come up with for something as massive as this is someone from the school keeping the forest growing, maybe even hidden from the rest of the world, and the thought of it kind of terrifies him.

There’s an entire world out here that Dan didn’t even know he was a part of, and now he’s being indoctrinated into it in the scariest and most insane way possible - by literally being dragged out into the middle of nowhere. Somehow, he’s the only one concerned about this.

“Are you excited, honey?” his mum asks, and Dan can hear the excitement clear in her voice. He knows, given the chance, she would live on campus with him for his entire term at the Nova Institute, just to witness all the incredible things they both know they’re about to be introduced too.

“I guess so,” he replies, though if he’s honest, he’s really not sure. He’s happy to have the chance to gain control over his abilities, which only seem to have increased in tenacity throughout the years, and he’s happy to get away from the all consuming, suffocating mass of his parents obsession over his powers, but he’s also terrified, because he knows that, once he’s on campus, he’ll be expected to use his powers, and that is really not something he wants to do.

Only part of it has to do with how many times his parents have told him he has to be careful, to avoid anyone seeing him, though. He’s dangerous. This thing he can do with the light is terrifying, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d hurt someone if something went wrong at this new school.

“Don’t be like that, honey, I’m sure it’s going to be great!” his mum says, her voice cheery. Frankly, Dan wishes she could attend in his place. Maybe there was someone on campus who could transfer his powers, and then he might feel safe.

“I’m just nervous, mum,” he reassures her. He doesn’t turn away from the window, staring blankly at the tree’s as they blur past him instead.

“You’re going to do great. I’ll visit you every second weekend -” as he’d known she would, “and I’m sure you’re going to progress really well. There are so many teachers and students there who will help you, I’m sure. Before you know it, you’ll have mastered every aspect of this crazy thing you can do,” she promises. Dan can practically feel her grin piercing into the back of his head.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he agrees, but he’s not so sure he believes her.

It’s a whirlwind, the minute they reach the campus. The school is huge, dark, and looming - practically a castle. It looks expensive, almost exactly like what a high class ‘specialist’ school would look like. The kind of ones you see on the TV that you don’t think was actually possible.

The Nova school however, exceeds those expectations.

Dan doesn’t have much time to take it in, though, as he finds himself being greeted by some sort of escort not three minutes after he’s climbed out of the car. His mother beside him is over joyed, beaming everywhere she looks. Nerves are pulsating through Dan, because while this is somewhat amazing, it’s also terrifying.

“Daniel I presume?” A lady greets him as he enters. Dan can only assume he’s in the foyer. It’s huge, complete with a large reception area - a desk surrounded by glass windows.

“Yeah,” Dan confirms. His mother on the other hand, holds out her hand in greeting.

“I’m Carol Howell.”

“Excellent, lovely to meet you both!” The receptionist replies, smiling widely. She’s not too old. Infact, she doesn’t look much older then someone in their mid 20’s, and it makes Dan wonder, is she like him? Does she have an ability to? “I’m Vanessa Evans. Welcome to the Nova Institute for the Exceptionally Gifted.”

She shuffles over to her desk momentarily, pulling out a few forms.

“We just have a few documents we need you to sign Mrs. Howell. And while that’s underway, we’ll go ahead and get going with Daniel's tour and show him to his new room. We’ll have someone take your bags from the car shortly.”

His mother nods, taking the paperwork easily, though she looks a little put out that she won’t be going on the tour with Dan. The expression on her face informs him that he’ll be grilled about everything later, and he suppresses a loud sigh. Dan’s mum wishes him well, promising him that they’ll see each other soon, and then Dan is whirled away through an abundance of corridors and wide open spaces.

“You’ve actually had excellent timing. We have a new student starting today also. He should just be waiting in the main hall.”

Dan’s mind reels, there's a main corridor? As opposed to the hundred he feels like they just walked through? Dan’s never been good with directions, and by the sounds of it, this place is one giant maze.

Eventually, they turn down a hall much grandeur than the last few one’s they’ve traversed through, and Dan realizes they’d taken his mother and him through a side entrance of the school, as opposed to the front, as he’d expected. It only takes one glance around the new hall for Dan to understand why - when people come looking, wondering what the hell this place is, the teachers probably don’t want them to see the artifacts and strange looking statues surrounding the hall.

There’s something much more magical about this area of the school, and it suddenly hits Dan that he’s really here. The receptionist, or whoever she is, very well could be just like Dan, or she might not be, but there’s not doubt about where he is any longer.

He’s in a school full of people nearly as strange as he is.

The main hall is long, and Vanessa takes it at a brisk walk while Dan glances around him, taking in the way the school seems to make his skin prickle in a way different than his own powers do, but similar at the same time. It’s not until he finally glances forwards that he realizes the student Vanessa had mentioned before was already standing in the middle of the hall.

Dan’s eyebrows raise. The other student is pale, and he’s ruffling his brown hair, waiting somewhat awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“Christopher Kendall, meet Daniel Howell.” Vanessa greets as they finally meet up with him in the middle of the room. Vanessa’s smiling just as warmly as before at them both, and somehow, it seems to put Dan at ease. Chris just gives a short sort of wave, and Dan lets out a small breath, completely grateful that there is someone else just starting. At least he won’t be the only new kid.

“Alright, well. It seems the professor is running a little late. He was meant to meet us here, but there’s no sign of him just yet. He’ll be the one to take you on your tour, get you situated, and let you know all that you need to know. In the meantime, I’ve really got to go. There’s much to get organized now that we’ve got two new arrivals, and I’ll need to get your schedules printed. If you don’t mind waiting here, he shouldn’t be too long,” she explains, her smile sympathetic as she gives a little wave and turns on her heel to leave. Her footsteps are just as brisk as before, and before they know it, she’s gone.

Dan can feel his abilities beginning to prickle under his skin now that they’re alone, fear and nerves fueling the small fire just under his skin. He wills himself to calm down a bit, but it’s hard when he’s never been in a situation like this.

“So,” Chris states suddenly from right next to him. Dan jumps. Chris's voice has a northern ring to it, which isn’t anywhere close to where they are. It sounds like he might have come a long way to be here. Maybe he has more reason to be nervous then Dan does.

“What’s your ability?”

For a moment, Dan just stares at him, half in surprise, half in offense. He’s never been asked that before, because no one is supposed to know, and yet here he is in a school designed for individuals with abilities, unsure how to respond. Are you even supposed to ask that? He doesn’t know

“I, uh-” he mutters, sputtering a little bit at his at a loss for words. “I can, create light- sort of. It’s complicated,” he tries to explain, his voice low and probably difficult to understand. Dan knows he’s mumbling, but talking about his powers makes him feel vulnerable. He half expects Chris to demand Dan show him, and he doesn’t want to.

He’ll never forget what he did to those kids, back when they all thought it was just fun and games.

Chris looks at him. “Create light- sort of?”

Dan freezes, because the voice that just came out of Chris’ mouth is, in fact his own.

“Are you...you can repeat people? I mean, like what they say?”

Dan suddenly finds himself grinning slightly. Because okay, yeah, that is kind of cool.

“Mimicry,” Chris clarifies. “I used to ace drama class.”

He doesn't get time to respond, because the professor finally enters the hall then, and to Dan’s surprise, he’s actually one of the guys he’s met before.

“Nice to see you again, Daniel, and you too Chris,” he greets. The sound of his voice is surprising, because he didn’t actually say anything last time they met, and Dan feels a little intimidated, because he’s even more authoritative than his partner had been.

His words register after a moment, and he bites his lip. He doesn’t actually know how the professor had managed to meet them both when they’d just arrived at the academy on the same day, and he’s left to assume Chris might have taken a little longer to get here, but then again, he doesn’t know what power this guy has.

“First and foremost, my names Tobias, but the students here generally call me professor T,” the professor states. “Usually we do a tour of the school first. However, I’ve noticed on your schedules that you’re in the same practical class. I thought it would be good for you to watch some of your fellow students first, and maybe get acquainted.”

Swallowing, Dan’s sure his heart skips a beat. He nervously glances at Chris out of the corner of his eye. He can’t read his expression, but Dan’s willing to bet he’s just as nervous as Dan when he starts to subconsciously fidget with his fringe again. He follows alongside Chris and Professor T, though, once they start moving, and keeps his eyes on his surroundings.

They wander through more hallways, until they’re kind of outside.

They pass what Dan assumes is the Classroom area of the school, which seems to be divided via a huge courtyard, and that’s when Professor T begins talking.

“School life here won’t be that much different from what you’re accustomed too. From 8:30 to 2, you’ll attend classes the same as you always have. You’ll continue where you left off in your year, learning maths, English, and science. The biggest difference you’ll find in your morning curriculum will come from history, where you’ll learn where you came from, and what you are. We are what we would call the Nova generation, but I’ll let your history professor get you caught up on all of that,” he explains, voice loud in the courtyard. There are no students about, which confuses Dan.

It’s already a quarter past 3. Shouldn’t there be students milling about?

“There’s no Physical Education, however. Instead, at 2:30 sharp, you’ll attend your Practicals. That’s where we’re headed now. Practicals will be where you use your powers in a safe environment in order to learn control and understand your full abilities. The facility and administration at the Nova Institute have split up the students into notable groups composed of each different type of power. Every group contains as much of a variety as possible. This is done to prevent competition, and to help you focus on your own growth, rather than watching someone with a similar power outstrip you,” Professor T explains. Dan glances at Chris, realizing suddenly that it is a bit strange that he will be taking a class where he’s meant to use and explore his powers with someone whose power is a far cry from his own.

“However, there is more to it than that. You will find, as you grow older, that not all Nova are good, and their abilities match that. By exposing you to as many types of powers as possible, we hope to give you the best chance possible to defend yourselves.. knowing and understanding the kinds of abilities that a Nova can have will help you to best judge a situation and by therefore expect what your opponent might be capable of, and, consequently, how to defend yourselves, and potentially others, against them.”

The very thought of having to defend himself against another human being terrifies Dan, and he suddenly wishes he could just go home. He nearly stops moving altogether, except Professor T has began to walk faster, almost as if he’s forcing Dan and Chris not to dwell on what he’s said in favor of keeping up with him. Dan doesn’t doubt that’s exactly what he’s trying to do, and stretches his legs out longer to keep up.

“You’ve actually come on the perfect day. Friday’s are for sparring. What you’re about to see is your first proper introduction to the world you were born into. I hope you’re ready,” the man summaries, and suddenly, they’re entering an underground tunnel that Dan had most definitely not seen coming.

He gasps as he’s suddenly enveloped by cold air, and shivers, glancing around him as the environment shifts from one of a very elite castle-based school, to something much more grungy and earthy.

The further they walk, the more the tunnel opens up, until they’re standing in a walkway very similar to the halls of the school, wide enough for large groups of students to pass through easily. The air becomes a little less chilly, a little less foreboding, and then they’re stood in a very large room not unlike the huge main hallway that Dan has a feeling is directly above them.

How much more of this school is there that Dan doesn’t know exists? It feels like there are more secrets here than can ever be revealed. Rather than exciting him, this only fills Dan with more anxiety.

Tobias turns to them.

“This is the main entrance. Just as there’s the main hall in the main school above us, there is a main hallway and entrance down here. There are multiple entrances to the practicals room, as it’s nearly as large as the school above, and each entrance is used by different students, depending on their needs. Just as you’ll find out later, there are maps placed in every room to help you navigate to where you need to go. Your practicals group is in room number B84, down the East Corridor. We’ll need to be fast if we want to catch any of the actual sparring before your classmates leave.”

And then they’re off again. Dan can see that Chris is just as overwhelmed as Dan is by all of this new information being thrown at him, and it helps to calm him a bit, frightened as he is. They turn down another few hallways, Dan watching as they go past room after room, placards hanging next to doors to tell them where they are. Every fifteen feet or so, Dan’s not sure, he see’s a map, clearing indicating where they are, and where they’re headed. Exit’s are highlighted with neon green letters, just like any other building, but Dan has no idea what’s powering them, as they don’t actually appear to be connected to anything. It’s almost as if the letters are just floating there, in mid-air.

He looks away, choosing instead to turn his focus back to Professor T. He’s afraid if he thinks about things too hard, he’ll fall apart.

Eventually, Professor T stops in front of a large grey door, different in size and material than any of the others. There’s no sound on the other side, but Dan knows this is where they were headed. He gulps, feeling his powers burn at the tips of his fingers again. He thinks he sees a flash of light burst from one of them, so he curls his fingers into a fist, and waits.

“I want you to not be afraid, now. My gift is basically a shield. It’s the reason that I give the tours. When we enter that room, nothing will be able to hit you, or hurt you. Just stay close to me, and you’ll be fine,” Professor T forewarns them, and then he’s grinning for the first time, a kind of excitement lighting up his eyes that gets Dan a little more fired up. He and Chris scoot in closer to him, Dan curling his fingers in tighter to his fist.

“Okay,” they both agree, nodding in understanding, and then Professor T is swinging the large door open, and the hallway erupts with the sound of clashing elements and steel. Dan’s head is whirring. He feels like he’s on autopilot as he trails after Professor T, the door falling shut behind them. Dan doesn’t hear when it clangs.

All he can hear is the woosh of fire, and his eyes catch on to it immediately as it erupts skywards, lighting up the room from within. Something smothers the flames abruptly, and Dan hears someone shouting at someone else to be careful. As his eyes attempt to scan around the room, he quickly notices four adults dressed in hazard orange, their eyes carefully trained on the large room full of close to twenty students.

They’re like lifeguards, Dan realizes, as another one shoots their palms out, abruptly preventing a large green plant looking creature from swallowing another student. Dan watches as the plant disperses in a folly of leaves, covering the student instead.

His jaw drops open, and his eyes swing back and forth over the students in the room. Plenty of them are fighting with offensive skills, shooting flurries of fire, and ice, and water alike at each other, while others seem to be fighting with something a little less obvious.

A girl and boy close to the door Professor T had led them in through are staring each other down, and from time to time, Dan can see the girl flinching away from the boy, casting her hands out as if to prevent him from doing something unseen.

Dan flinches at the very idea of not being able to see what he’s up against, and his eyes swivel away.

There’s a boy fighting with nails that look like steal, grown six feet long, and swinging out like swords. The boy he’s up against has blades made out of a substance Dan doesn’t understand, but he knows the weapons are something he created, because in seconds, they’ve morphed from katanas, to throwing knives.

Beside him, Chris knocks into him, and Dan looks over only to see a giant fireball disintegrating into nothing about three feet away from where Chris had previously been standing.

He looks up, and realizes that it’s raining, a mass of storm clouds and loud, angry thunder rolling through the sky. Lightning strikes them, but it never gets within a few inches of their heads before it’s gone too.

Dan can’t say the guy they’re just passing is as lucky as them, though one of the lifeguards seems to have stunned him. When the lightning hits, he doesn’t get shocked. Instead, there’s a look of bliss written clear across his face.

As another unseen danger passes right over them, hitting like a blow of wind into another student's chest, Dan realizes that Professor T’s shield is kind of like a dome surrounding them, preventing anything from getting within three feet of him in any direction. So long as Dan and Chris stay within those boundaries, nothing can hurt them. Dan’s grows a little more bold at that, unable to help his curiosity. His own powers seem to be reacting to the one’s shooting off around him, because he can feel the careful burn of them zapping between his fingertips, itching to come out and play.

He hesitates as Professor T leads them towards the far end of the room, where a teacher is helping guide a smaller group of students. He doesn’t want to get dragged into this whole mess. He’d hoped they were just hear to observe.

As they get closer and closer to the teacher, Dan starts to realize that the chaos they’d just passed through had been relegated to the middle of the room - a kind of stadium looking thing he only now get’s a proper look at because he’s moved through it. There are raised areas, and portions of rural terrain. The floor looks hard, but it bounces each time Dan witnesses a student fall, as if it knows when to soften and open up to avoid anyone getting hurt.

“How can so little Professors keep track of everything that’s going on?” Chris pipes up from beside him, and Dan realizes his concern as he watches a student get blown back by a suffocating looking wave. They both hold their breath as Professor T turns to take a look.

The girls comes out unscathed. She doesn’t even appear to have been affected.

“Just as the teachers are here to prevent injuries, so is the room itself. It was created by another Nova when the school opened, as were all the other rooms in the underground, and kept up by the teachers with the same abilities as the original Nova who created it. That Nova’s abilities allow the room to protect any person inside of it. Any potentially dangerous blow that a teacher misses, the room usually catches. The teachers are here as an extra measure, though the defenses have yet to actually fall,” Professor T explains. Dan watches awestruck as he starts to see the pulses of power Professor T had been talking about.

The walls seem to breathe, and even the ceiling appears to be keeping careful control over the storm brewing over head.

Dan turns back around to the group they’d been approaching, and that’s when he see’s him.

There’s a boy clearly his own age, surprisingly matching him in height, stood concentrating on another student across at the far wall, his black hair hypnotizingly dark from across the way. Dan can’t move his gaze away from him as they draw closer.

There’s beads of sweat pressed to his pale forehead, plastering the fringe remarkably similar to Dan’s own, to his skin, but it’s less gross, and more intriguing as Dan tries to understand what he’s doing. His hands are clenched at his sides, and his concentration is so intense, Dan can see the veins and muscles in his arms rippling with tension. The boy across from him is starring less intensely, appearing to strain, but not nearly as strongly as the first boy.

It’s as they get closer that Dan realizes the first boy is panting, his face burgundy red as he holds out against whatever foe he’s facing.

But as intriguing as the scene is, that’s not the reason Dan’s staring. Dan’s staring because the boy is attractive, insanely so, even as he works to hold out against his foe. Even sweat stained as if he’s been working out, even red and flushed, Dan still finds him attractive, and that’s...that’s a problem.

Well, it doesn’t have to be a problem, but Dan can already feel the burn in his fingertips changing from aggressive to warm. He recognizes that feeling, and he doesn’t like it.

For longer than Dan can remember, he’s kept himself isolated, and he doesn’t want to ruin that on some ridiculous attraction he feels to a stranger in his practicals class.

He isn’t here to make friends, let alone get in a relationship. He’s here to master his powers, and that’s it.

He manages to drag his gaze away just as the boy appears to give in, his entire body relaxing as he breathes out a long breath of air.

The last thing Dan sees are piercing blue eyes, as cold as they are warm, and as hypnotizing as the darkness of his hair.

“Professor L!” Professor T shouts. Dan and Chris share an amused look. Is every teacher here named after a single letter?

Professor L turns around and grins at them, her smile affectionate as she appears to look straight through Professor T and down at Dan and Chris instead.

“I’ve brought you your new recruits,” Professor T teases, winking at Dan and Chris behind him.

“You’ve led them right through the center of the battlefield, I see,” Professor L teases right back, beckoning them over to her. Professor T comes with them, but he moves behind them protectively, and Dan assumes it’s to continue keeping them shielded.

“It’s nice to meet you…?” Professor L says, drawing the sentence out and waiting for Dan and Chris to speak up.

They both introduce themselves, Chris a lot less shy than Dan. Professor L appears to notice his reservedness, and a voice suddenly echoes in his head.

“I understand your fear, Daniel Howell, but there is nothing to fear, here. We are all the same. No one is looking down on you.”

Dan startles, but he’s never given a chance to reply in any capacity, as Professor L launches into a clearly prepared speech where she gives a quick run down of what their week will look. Each day of Practicals appears to entail something different, with Friday's reserved for sparring, and Thursdays reserved for smaller group time with professors whose talents coincide more closely to students with similar powers. The rest is more a blurr that Professor L promises is all written down for them in the packets waiting for them in their rooms.

Apparently, there's an entire history lesson, and a school lesson awaiting them for the weekend. Dan can’t imagine having arrived on any other day of the week, with how much new information feels like it’s being thrown at them.

There are rules, apparently for both school, and Practicals specifically.

Dan’s reminded again that they’ve just been thrown into an entirely new world.

The tour of the school follows immediately, but it’s a quick one. As Professor T puts it, the school is much too large to get through in one day, and so they’re brought to each major zone in quick succession.

Every part of the school is actually sectioned off into different areas, though it appears as one huge castle to any outside viewer.

There’s the dorms in the north-west wing, common areas as well as the dining hall in the south-west wing directly below the dorms where the students not only eat, but hang out, and the classrooms in the entire east-wing. Directly under the school is the practicals - the only safe area of the school for actual proper practice of any and all gifts.

The “hospital wing” as Professor T puts it, is in the north-east wing of the school, in direct path of the more dangerous areas of the underground part of the school, but also easily accessible enough for students in any other area of the school.

Dan shudders at the very thought of ever having to visit there, and puts it out of his mind as Professor T explains that the underground was originally created with much bigger intentions than it was currently being used for. The endless corridors and hallways of rooms were meant for students with different gifts to get the proper training, but they were hardly ever used at this point. There just weren’t enough teacher and students combined to use up most of the rooms, and even then, most of the teachers weren’t even sure how to get into the training rooms to use them anyway.

The rooms they use for Practicals had been created much later, and are easy to enter for the students these days. Some of the other rooms are accessible as well, and are used for one on one training on Thursdays, but other than that, the underground is a labyrinth only navigable by the maps spread out through the halls, and the exit signs that led the students back up to the classrooms and dorms above.

The easy explanation makes Dan more nervous, unsure how the teachers aren’t more concerned about the rooms they can’t get into, but he puts it out of his mind as Professor T finally drags them away from the classrooms, and consequently all mentions of the underground, and to the common area’s instead.

Dan’s surprised to find so many rooms filled with TV’s, game systems, and even a pool tables. According to Professor T, some of the students with ice powers paint the lake outside with ice so they can ice skate, especially during the winter, while other students help their classmates breathe underwater so they can become a little more acquainted with the lake life.

Dan’s unsure what the rules about gifts are, but when he tries to ask, Professor T promises him it’s all in the paper work in his dorm room, to read later, when he has more time to absorb it all properly.

Dan doesn’t argue. Instead, he follows Professor T through the common rooms, just now filling up with students, and stares with wide eyes at all the comfy arm chairs and couches, the library full of bookcases, and the room entirely devoted to billards, ping pong, and even old school arcade games. It seems like the common rooms never end, but each one is mostly equipped with the same things. Just off the library are study rooms, and Dan can already see them filling up, despite it being a Friday afternoon.

He knows he’ll be joining the ranks of these students soon, if only to keep himself focused and cut off from making awkward friendships that he’ll never be able to let last.

He shudders at the very thought of getting close enough to someone to hurt them again.

Finally, Professor T ends the tour with the promise to bring them up to their dorm rooms before he goes.

“Luckily, you’ll be right next door to each other!” Professor T explains as he leads them up a large staircase into the north-west wing of the school. “Unfortunately, we never room new students together, so you’ll be with what you might call ‘upper classmen.’ They’re the same year as you in terms of school, but they’re more practiced with their abilities than you are, and have been at the school long enough that they’ll be able to help you settle in and understand the basics,” he explained. Immediately, Dan’s heart dropped.

He’d been under the impression the dorms would be single rooms, not shared accommodation. That made staying away from other students more difficult, but not impossible.

Dan’s roommate was just going to have to deal with having Dan, the anti-social twat, sharing in his living space. He could only hope the dorms weren’t tiny, cramped things that forced them to intrude into each other’s personal space constantly, when all Dan really wanted was to study, and play games quietly and on his own on his laptop when he wasn’t focusing on mastering control over the light he could call forth.

Dan turns his attention back to following Professor T as he walks, as he needs to know how to get back to his room, but it’s difficult when he’s trying to imagine what his new roommate is going to be like.

“Phil and PJ, your new roommates, are two of the students that are currently rooming alone, so it might take a little getting used to, but I’m sure you’ll fit together seamlessly as you work out how to make enough space for the two of you. They’ll be your guides on your first day, as well, and get you as situated as possible, so don’t be intimidated. They’ve been through the process themselves before.”

Finally, they arrive in front of two doors nearly side by side, and Dan jolts as he realizes that his name is written under a plaque right next to the door, as is his roommate's name, and Chris and his roommate on the door one over.

They gulp as they glance at each other, nerves renewed, and Dan turns back to Professor T.

“Well, that’s the end of your tour! Your parents have already been released, now that the paperwork has been filled in, and your schedules, as well as a guidebook and a short history lesson are on your beds. You’ll want to read everything provided to you to the best of your ability, and if you have any questions - well, there’s plenty of students and faculty around to ask.”

With that, Professor T is gone, and Dan and Chris are left to face their new roommates alone. They glance at each other again, giving each other awkward smiles. Chris waves at Dan, and then he takes a deep breathe, and unlocks the door with a press of his palm to the glass next to, just under the plaque with their names.

The door opens, and Chris walks through, gone.

For a moment, Dan just stands there, thinking about how his mum was supposed to see him off and eat dinner with him and force every tiny detail about the school out of him, but she’s not here. Dan’s relieved, if he’s honest, but also terrified, because now he has to walk into a stranger's room all alone and meet the person he’ll be living with for the rest of the year all alone.

Taking a huge breath of his own to fill himself with a little bit of confidence, Dan marches up to the door, and does the same.

The sight he’s greeted with is definitely not the one he’s ready for.

“Hey. I’m Phil Lester, and you must be Daniel Howell. It’s really good to meet you!”

Phil Lester, as it turns out, is Mr. Attractive from Dan’s Practicals class, with the hypnotizing blues eyes that are even more so up close.

Link to Chapter 3: Transpire

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