#phanfic fluff

[whereonceiwasfire]

Had an absolute BLAST working with @cookietastic for the Ecto-Implosion event. Like! Their art! Look at it! Stunning! 10/10 would recommend staring at it all day long!

Where did this mysterious, (adorable), anonymous gift come from? Who left it in Danny's locker? Whoever it was must KNOW he's Phantom, right? Should he be worried?

The answers to these questions (and more) can be found within the goofy, comedy, mystery fic I wrote for Cookie's incredible fanart (further chapters to be uploaded through posting week).

[thighguys]

kay guys i have never read phanfic before because it always felt a little embarrassing to me to read fanfiction about real people but i am in so deep... do you guys have recommendations please??? i need something good bc my most recent experience with phanfic was reading the hat fic and the cherry fic in middle school and i was in fact scarred for life. would love some cute angst/fluff fics (no pwp pls lmao, though im not opposed to smut in general). anyway thanks guys!!! thanks for helping out a girl in need!!!!! im drowning over here theyre all i can think about

[lesbiandanhowell]

You and I, We don't wanna be like them

pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

rating: general audience

warnings: no ao3 warnings apply 

tags: (2009 era) fluff

word count: 2.5k

summary: Despite both being exhausted they continued whispered conversations, feeling brave in the safety of the darkness and emboldened by their quiet confessions they fell asleep in each other's arms. Phil blissfully unaware and at ease with Dan that he didn’t even think about needing Mister Rabbit to fall asleep.

OR

Phil tries to appear cool when Dan comes to visit him for the first time, but struggles to fall asleep without his favourite plushie. When he admits to his secret, Dan answers with a confession of his own that inspires Phil’s first christmas gift to Dan.

note: this one is a personal favourite so y'all better not let this flop!

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[ablatheringblatherskite]

My Deaf!Raoul fic is finally DONE!!

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

Christine looked at Raoul’s small form again and concluded his loneliness, a sensitive nature, and a desire to be understood. While her father and the count continued to converse... Christine determined to learn this ‘language of the hands'.

THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO FINISH BUT HEY, AT LEAST IT'S FINALLY DONE!! I hope y'all like it! I'm pretty happy with this one 🥹

I hope all those mysterious anons who kept asking about this fic actually like it 😭

Screenshot of Tumblr post from @major-knighton that inspired this fic under the cut! (EDIT: Found the original post!)

[cozyfoxy]

Come Over

Summary: Dan and Phil's relationship is blossoming, but Dan is terrified to let Phil into his home, so he keeps pushing him away. He however, slowly learns that Phil is someone who could make his house into a home. Based loosely on "Come Over" By Noah Kahan.

Warnings: None, slight angst but nothing bad, pure fluff

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Dan zipped up his backpack with a quiet sigh, setting it beside the door of Phil’s bedroom. It was his last night of staying with Phil and his family for the third time in three months; and he didn’t want it to end. He loved being able to go outside at night, laying in the grass and watching the stars. He loved that the Lesters had just accepted him as their own, like he had always been around. He loved even more, that being with Phil truly felt like home. 

Phil walked into the bedroom, brushing his teeth with foam dripping down his chin. He tried to say something to Dan, causing more foam to spill from his mouth and onto the green carpet beneath him. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh at his best friend, handing him a tissue quickly. 

“Maybe go finish brushing your teeth before you speak Philly.” Dan teased, shaking his head as Phil darted back into the bathroom. 

A couple of minutes later, Phil walked back into the room with a shy smile, “I was trying to say that I don’t want you to leave.” he explained, sitting next to Dan on the bed.

The younger of the two smiled sadly and leaned his head against Phil’s shoulder, “and I don't want to leave, but I have to. Hopefully it won't be long before I come back. I’ll have enough money for tickets saved up again soon.” he hummed, thinking about his savings. 

“Perhaps I can come to yours this time!” Phil suggested with a smile, “I wanna meet your family and see your town.” 

Dan felt a nervous tremor run down his spine, making him feel hollow and cold, “um… yeah but I really like coming to yours. Besides I don't want you spending money on tickets, I know you’re saving to get a flat.”  

Phil raised his eyebrows at Dan, moving to wrap his arm around the younger’s shoulders, “I have plenty of money saved, and Youtube is taking off. I’m actually making money from it now. I don’t mind paying to come see you Dan.”

Despite his anxiety, Dan felt himself melt against Phil in relaxation. It was their last night together for awhile, he couldn’t bring himself to ruin it with his fruitless arguments. Instead of arguing, Dan closed his eyes and nodded against Phil’s shoulder; feeling the other's arm wrap gently around his midsection.

“Let’s get some rest, yeah? It’s already midnight and I know you hate sleeping on the train home.” Phil hummed, guiding Dan into the bed and under the warm duvet.

Dan quickly forgot his previous worries, instead staring into Phil’s ocean blue eyes with a smile, “I can’t believe I’m in bed with the AmazingPhil! Younger me would never believe that you even replied to my comments.” he teased, kissing Phil’s cheek. 

Phil rolled his eyes fondly, “well you were very insistent… and cute. Of course I had to talk to you. It helps that you actually like a lot of the same things as me. And that you’re cute… wait I already said that.” He laughed, sticking his tongue out slightly from the right side of his mouth.

Dan  groaned and hid his face, feeling his cheeks heat beneath his own hands. He would never get used to Phil calling him cute, or beautiful, or anything really. He couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as Phil could see him in ways that he could never see himself. 

“I am not cute Phil,” Dan argued weakly, making a pouty face before burying his face into Phil’s pale chest, taking a deep breath. He smelled like strawberries. 

Phil laughed, making Dan’s head vibrate slightly with the movement, “you can’t argue that you’re not cute and then cuddle me!” He argued, pulling Dan closer and running meaningless patterns over the tanned man’s back, “try and sleep baby. Sweet dreams.” 

Dan’s breathing quickly evened out with Phil holding him close. Sleeping beside Phil was always easy; sleep would always claim him before he knew it. He would always feel safe, comfortable and overall; warm. Phil was like his own personal ball of sunshine. 

~

The next morning seemed to fly by in a complete blur. It was filled with goodbyes, “see you soons” and lots of hugs. Dan felt very loved by the entirety of the Lester family, but the hugs still surprised him a bit. What surprised him the most however, was when he was just about to leave them to board the train. 

“Danny! Wait a second.” Phil had called, causing Dan to pause and turn around. 

Phil ran and stopped in front of Dan, slowly tilting the younger’s chin up with shaky finger tips and staring into his eyes. Soon, their lips were touching and Dan fought back tears. They were kissing. Actually kissing. Dan felt a slow warmth fill his body, starting from his lips and trailing down to his tummy. It was as if Phil’s shining light filled him. 

All too soon, Phil pulled back and rested his forehead against Dan’s, his cheeks covered with a blotchy redness, “Text me when you get home, okay?” he whispered to Dan before moving back so Dan could at last board. 

Dan clambered into the train, the tears from earlier finally filling his eyes, but a shy smile still on his face. He could still feel the gentle caress of Phil’s lips on his and the warmth still filled him. The tears ran down his face freely as he hid in his own bubble; the world feeling brand new around him.

~

Dan walked up to his house slowly, sighing as he stared up at it. The front two windows always looked like they were sad, always drooping a bit. The paneling was worn and falling apart in some places. It had always seemed like the house was giving up on him, as Dan had given up on it. He shook his head as a wave of cold wind wrapped around him; a welcome from the sad house in front of him. 

He walked in the door, still feeling the cold. The heating was probably broken again; he could easily see his breath inside the kitchen where he stood. He knew both of his parents were at work right now, and wouldn’t be home until later. He was grateful for that fact as he climbed the stairs, carefully avoiding the broken stair that he had shoved his foot through more than once. He glared at the cobwebs that covered the corners of the hallway where he stood and opened his bedroom door to set his bag down.

The brunette turned from his room and walked to the bathroom to wash his face before taking a nap; but when he tried to turn the water on, nothing happened. The pipes had frozen again. He groaned and turned to leave, accidentally stepping on a soft spot in the flooring and hearing a crack. Dan gasped and quickly moved his foot, glaring at the new hole in the floor. 

He quickly retreated to the safety of his room, already feeling drained from the house around him. It always reminded him just how broken he was, how he was constantly right at the verge of falling apart. He could never protect anyone; never even keep himself together. His mind was constantly filled with cobwebs, reminders of who he could have been; who he should be. He felt empty and broken. 

Dan used to fantasize about his family suddenly becoming wealthy. One day, they wouldn’t have to live without heating ever again. One day, we wouldn’t have to see his parents panicking when they didn’t know how to feed him for the week. One day, they would be the big house on the block. However, with age came clarity and reality replaced his useless dreams. He was never getting out, his parents were never getting out. Like the house that he had always called home; he would never be somebody that people wanted. 

A few hours later, Dan was standing in the kitchen, making a big pot of soup for his mum and dad when they got home. He was still angry, still felt let down by the state of his life, but he could never hold that against his family. They were his everything; the reason that he knew strength, bravery and of course; love. The cold and broken house held a lot of love. 

“Oh Daniel you’re home! I’ve missed you,” his mum smiled, pulling him into a hug, “the heating is broken, but your dad can make a fire.” she trailed off, looking into the lounge to see Dan had already made a fire, “oh dear, thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that, you definitely didn’t need to make dinner. But it smells delicious.” 

Dan smiled in spite of himself and shrugged, “I knew you would be tired, and I felt bad for leaving for a week.” he hummed, stirring the soup.

His mum walked to the lounge, warming herself by the fire, “you don’t need to feel bad dear. I’m glad that you’re able to go see your friend. I would love to meet him one day.” she smiled, rubbing her hands together.

Dan bit his lip and nodded, “I would like that too. You and dad will love him, he’s really smart and creative. He has the stupidest sense of humor though. But it’s a little endearing. His family is really nice too, you and Kath would be best friends.” he ranted, feeling his cheeks heat up at his words. 

“He does sound like a good lad, maybe one day he could come over here.” she suggested, making Dan tense. 

“Yeah, he's just busy with work and such. I’ll ask him about it soon, okay mum?” he offered, draping a thick blanket around his mum’s shoulders while she nodded.

Not too much later, he was sitting on the lounge floor with his parents, watching an old movie on the TV that he wasn’t really paying attention to; instead he was in his mind. He really didn’t want Phil to see his state of living. He didn’t want to be judged by someone he truly cared about. The kids at school would always mock him for where he lived, as if he could help it. They didn’t even know how bad it really was at times; how could he possibly let Phil in?

 ~

Almost two months had passed since Dan had visited Phil, and he missed him terribly. They still talked everyday, but it just wasn’t the same. Dan really wanted to buy a train ticket and go visit the Lesters; but he couldn’t afford it. He was working extra hours at a local grocery store, making more money than ever before, but he was choosing to give it to his parents, so that they could get things around the house taken care of. They had already had the heating fixed, so no more frozen pipes. Things were slowly getting better around the house, and Dan was thankful; but he missed Phil.

Phil was still suggesting that he could come over, but Dan just couldn’t bring himself to agree. He was still too embarrassed to let someone as important as Phil see the decrepit state of his home.  He was crying himself to sleep, missing his best friend. But the wait would be only temporary, and he knew that. He just couldn’t stand the idea of Phil realizing that Dan wasn’t good enough. Daniel Howell wasn’t someone that people would want.

~

It was a cold day when Dan’s father got hurt on the job. He had fallen from a ladder and hit his head; he was in a medically induced coma so that he could heal. Dan was terrified as he sat in the hospital room, talking to his dad quietly while his mum was at work. 

“Please be okay Dad. I don’t know what I would do without you. Or what mum would do without you. We love you, please don’t leave us.” Dan whispered, squeezing his dad’s hand.

Dan’s heart felt heavy and he felt sick. He couldn’t tell if it was worry, or the fact that he hadn’t eaten in well over twenty four hours. He couldn’t bring himself to eat when there was so much going on. His brown eyes filled with tears as he looked down at his dad. Someone he had looked up to his entire life, the strongest man he knew; was now broken like their home. 

Without thinking about it too hard, Dan took out his cellphone and pressed the call button, thankful when Phil picked up on the second ring, “hey Dan, are you alright? How is your dad?” the older asked him, making Dan shake his head.

“Come over,” Dan whispered while more tears filled his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. That was all he had needed to say.

~

Hours later, Phil stood in Dan’s room, watching the brunette pace the room anxiously as he tried to think of what he wanted to say. Dan’s family had gotten good news, his father would make a full recovery, but it would take time and a lot of rest. Time was something that the Howell’s never seemed to have enough of. Not when work brought in money, and lack of money meant lack of food or utilities or anything they would need. 

“I’m sorry Phil. I don’t know why I made you come here. I’m sorry about the cobwebs and the broken stair and everything. I hate that you have to see my house, it’s nothing special. It's falling apart and hell I don't remember when it didn’t look like this. We just don’t have much but-” Dan was interrupted by Phil’s lips on his, and he felt his body slowly relax.

When Phil pulled away, he whispered “Dan, don’t apologize. I have wanted to come over for such a long time. I feel like I can finally know the entirety of who you are. And I love you all the same; cobwebs and broken bits don’t matter. What matters is who you live with.” Phil smiled shyly, cupping Dan’s cheek.

Dan sniffed as tears trailed down his cheeks, “you… you love me?” he asked, staring at Phil in awe. 

Phil hummed and nodded, pulling Dan into a tight hug, “Yes I do. And I want to help you and your family. My parents want to help too; they love you like their own Dan.” he whispered into Dan’s hair.

“I… I love you too Phil. I’m sorry for pushing you away for so long. I was just afraid you would see everything and realize that you didn’t want to waste your time with a fixer upper like me.” Dan explained, hiccuping against Phil’s neck while he cried.

Phil felt his own eyes fill with tears, and he quickly wiped them away, “You’re not a fixer upper, and I want you to be safe and happy. I want to give that to you more than anything. My parents want to come up here to help, we can help Dan. We want you and your family to be happy and safe. Please let us.” he whispered.

Dan paused, his mind struggling to take everything in. Phil loved him. The Lesters wanted to help the Howells. Phil was asking Dan’s permission to help. He was letting Dan make the decision. Without thinking too much harder, Dan nodded, “yes. You guys can help us.” 

~

The next month was filled with a lot of changes. The first big change was a kitchen filled with food; the entire pantry was full for the first time ever. That was the first time Dan had seen his mum cry. The second big change seemed to happen overnight; it was in Dan’s parents. They seemed to be more at ease, smiling bigger and laughing louder. Dan had never seen them hug as much as they had been lately. The third biggest change was of course; the house. The cobwebs were now gone, and a small part of Dan missed them. They were familiar to him, but he knew holding onto that stress wasn’t good for him.

The stairs had been replaced, but Dan still caught himself avoiding the broken step that was no longer there. Most of the floor had been successfully replaced and the walls were in the process of being reinsulated. Phil’s youtube career was really taking off, with Dan right beside him. They were even getting offers from big companies, money seemed to be flowing in like Dan had never seen before.

“Phil, when are you going to get your flat?” Dan asked suddenly over the phone as he walked home from his grocery store shift. Spring was beginning to make the world around him more colorful again, the fresh scent of flowers lingered in the air.

“Actually Dan… I used most of my savings to help with your house. So it’s going to be a little longer than I had planned. But don’t get upset! I’m perfectly okay with waiting a bit longer.” Phil had explained a bit nervously, not sure how Dan would react.

Dan felt his heart sink a bit at that, but a part of him had expected that, “I’m not upset. I just feel a little bad, you were so excited to be on your own, with your own rules. And I was excited to visit you constantly.” He teased Phil happily, looking up at the blue sky above him.

Phil laughed at Dan quietly before stopping and becoming serious, “well, it’s going to be about six months before I actually move out now. But when I do, I don’t want you to visit. I want you… well I want you to live with me.” he whispered sheepishly. 

Dan knew that his mouth was hanging open, and he closed it a couple of times before opening it again, “that sounds amazing Phil. I would love to create a home with you.”

“Did you just make an Amazingphil pun?” Phil laughed, shoulders relaxing at Dan’s reaction. “We can start looking at flats soon! When do you wanna start?” he asked excitedly. 

The brunette hummed as he walked closer to his family home, smiling at the house. It was still a bit broken and worn, but it was lovely and safe; filled with memories of change and love. It was truly a beautiful home. Dan pushed the door open and stepped inside, kicking his shoes off before whispering, “why not now love? Come over.” 

[blackforrestpunk]

Erik is trying again to flirt. His love language is so gorgeous

[crushingmagnolias]

La Dolce Vita - a phanfic

Wrote this as a contribution to the @phoreverhome_zine project (hence the short word count) Would recommend checking out the full zine here if you'd like to see some *adorable* UwU phanart

Inspired by Phorever Home: a Dan and Phil Phanzine by @Im_Not_OKei

Summary: Phil plans a surprise engagement during their vegas trip at the Bellagio hotel. Dan is head over heels, smitten, Phil Trash #1

Word Count: 667 words

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Part 1 - Reminiscing Dan POV

Dan stared ahead as the vocal stylings of Moses Sumney rang out, ‘ I just wanna make out in my car…’ Cornelia’s road trip playlist was impeccable; as he bopped along to the rapping of Martyn’s index fingers against the steering wheel, he could only wonder how Martyn managed to tap on-beat and drive without careening off the I-10 highway. 

He turned to his right to look at Phil who was leaning against the headrest, eyebrows furrowed with his hand raised to his forehead. Despite Phil’s clear discomfort, Dan couldn’t help but smile: Phil had spent many road trips crouched in this same position during ‘ The Amazing Tour is Not On Fire ’.  He reached into his backpack for the motion sickness kit he’d packed in anticipation of this. 

Dan brushed his fingers lightly against Phil’s shoulder and felt his breath hitch in his throat once their eyes connected. The kit lay forgotten on his lap as Dan found himself transported to a memory…

'I think you're crazy,' he'd mumbled. ‘ For loving me, for being so perfectly you, for being here .’ were left unsaid.  'Bear,' had been Phil's simple, whispered response. But as Dan looked up into those grey-blue eyes, gazed upon that crooked smile, and stroked a finger along that slight stubble, he’d heard so much more.

‘Oh the kit!’ Phil exclaimed. Jarred back to the present, Dan removed a water bottle and crackers from the pack. 

Phil held onto Dan’s hand as he accepted the items, ‘What would I do without you?’ 

But as Phil smiled that quirky smile, with his tongue poking out the side, Dan knew he was the one who would be lost without Phil.

~+~

Part 2 - The Proposal Phil POV

Phil had scarcely been able to concentrate despite the enthralling performance by the Cirque du Soleil. He’d been on edge since they’d arrived at the Bellagio, but tonight his anxiety was at its zenith. He fiddled with the velvet box in his pocket as he watched Dan walk ahead. He was gesturing wildly, deeply engaged in his conversation with Martyn. Phil couldn’t help but admire how well Dan filled out his retro biker jacket; the blue jacquard panels shimmered beautifully against his skin.

Phil felt a hand fall lightly on his elbow. ‘Hey, how are you feeling?’ asked Cornelia softly.

He leaned into her presence, lulled by the comforting tone of her voice. ‘Yeah uh,’ he replied, ‘just a little nerv

He watched Martyn lead Dan to the ‘ La Dolce Vita ’ display at the Bellagio’s conservatory, as planned. He felt his heart quicken and paused to take a breath as the dread started to build in that hauntingly familiar way. He was considering calling everything off when Cornelia squeezed his elbow and offered a warm smile of encouragement. Phil squeezed her arm in return and gave a firm nod.

Cornelia cued to the violinist in the corner as Phil approached Dan beneath the canopy of lemon tree branches on the East bed. As he kneeled, Phil focussed his thoughts on the faint smell of wisteria and citrus in the garden, the vibrant green of cypress trees, and the shocked face of the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Phil reached for the small box in his pocket to reveal a modest sapphire ring. Dan gasped, ‘Is that violinist playing Toxic?!’

Phil chuckled, his nerves instantly dissipating.

‘You beat me to it,’ Dan complained, ‘I was planning to propose in Japan.’

Phil couldn’t help but feel smug at that, he’d suspected Dan would try to pull something like that on him. ‘Well, what do you say?’ he asked almost impatiently.

‘You, me, and eternity? That’s just ace.’

Only Dan could manage that intoxicating balance of beautiful and infuriating, Phil could feel the tears start to build as he rose and pulled his fiance into him. Their lips crashed and his hand reached instinctively for that spot on the small of Dan’s back, holding him dear.

[hygge-ao3]

Coming Undone

Summary: Phil notices that Dan hasn’t been himself recently, so he helps him get out of his head.

Written for Phanfiction Bingo 2023

Square: Praise

Rating: Explicit

Triggers/Warnings: None

Additional tags: fluff, smut, prostate massage, coming untouched, praise, sub space, aftercare

Words: 1,723

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Over the last couple of days, Phil started to notice a change in Dan.

Their lounge, which was usually filled with the sounds of Dan’s laughter or him passionately ranting about a topic Phil knew nothing about, had been mostly quiet. Dan had become more reserved and withdrawn, not making comments on shows they were watching or laughing at memes Phil showed him.

When Phil looked at him, there were purple bags under his eyes, creases in between his eyebrows, and marks on his lips from where he bit them too hard.

Phil hated seeing Dan like this. It made him miss Dan even though he was usually in the same room as him. He wished he knew what was bothering him. The thought crossed Phil’s mind that maybe Dan was mad at him over something. But, that thought came and went. They were past internalizing issues they had as a couple. Then, he thought that maybe it was work or something happening with his family. But, he didn’t know for sure. When he asked Dan what had been on his mind lately, he hoped that Dan would open up to him. The opposite happened. Dan only shrugged and muttered an “I’m fine.”

Phil knew that wasn’t true. He didn’t want to force Dan to talk about whatever was bothering him, but he wanted to help Dan to not feel like this. He knew how much of a slippery slope these feelings were for Dan, and he wanted to stop them before they got any worse. If talking wasn’t going to work, he knew of another method that could help Dan get out of his head.

As they sat next to each other on the couch in the lounge later that night, Phil rested his head against Dan’s shoulder and watched as he responded to an email.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

"Hmm?" Dan hummed, not looking away from his screen.

"Let me take care of you tonight?"

Dan stopped typing for a few seconds and let out a small breath, knowing what that implied. “Yeah.”

It felt like a small victory for Phil. He pecked Dan on the cheek before standing up.

“I’m gonna head to bed. Come to bed when you're ready?"

Dan nodded.

Half an hour passed before Dan walked into the bedroom.

Phil had already gotten the room ready. The lights were dim, the curtains were drawn, and Phil’s phone was turned off. They had done this enough where Phil knew exactly what Dan needed— no distractions. No bright lights, no noises from the outside, no phone notifications, no music, no candles. It was just them. No one else existed outside of the room.

Phil put down his book he was reading on the nightstand and smiled at Dan as he walked into the room. Nothing was said between the two of them as Dan stripped off his clothing and walked over to the bed. Phil sat cross legged on the bed with his back resting against the headboard. Dan didn’t hesitate, positioning his body over Phil's legs, and lowering himself so he sat close to Phil's knees, allowing for plenty of space in front of them.

Once Dan was settled, Phil placed his hand on the side of Dan's face and caressed his cheek. Dan leaned into the touch and closed his eyes, an action that held so much trust and love.

Phil studied the slight freckles he could see on his skin even in the dim lighting, and how his eyelashes fanned against his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

A small smile made its way to Dan’s lips. Phil made a mental reminder to tell Dan that more often.

"Ready?" Phil asked.

Dan nodded, eyes still closed, face still cradled by Phil's hand. Phil kissed Dan's forehead and he reluctantly removed his hand from Dan's face to grab the lube next to him. As Phil lubed up a finger, Dan leaned forward and rested his forehead against Phil's shoulder. Phil's left hand came up and started massaging the base of Dan's skull to help him relax further.

Phil reached his hand under Dan, past his hardening cock, past his balls, towards his hole. His finger circled around it, not pressing in just yet, wanting Dan to relax more before he did so. Phil leaned his head to rest it on top of Dan’s as both of his hands seemed to move in tandem.

The tension Dan held in his body was still there. Phil could feel it in the way his thighs were shaking with the effort of keeping his weight off of Phil. He wanted Dan to completely let go so he could help him into sub space, as that was one of the best ways to help Dan get out of his head.

"I've got you," Phil whispered. "You can let go, love."

Slowly, the tension started to release from Dan's body. His body sunk lower onto Phil's thighs as his legs gave way, his arms lay limp by his sides, his shoulders dropped as he let go of the tension in his back, his head felt heavier against Phil's shoulder as the muscles in his neck relaxed.

"There you go. Good boy."

Dan let out a small mewl.

He continued his soft touches, wanting to be absolutely sure that Dan had slipped fully before going any further. Typically, Phil could tell by the look in his eyes, that unfocused, glazed over soft stare that he would get. But, he wasn't going to ask Dan to lift his head. He couldn't. He didn't want to break the already fragile headspace Dan was currently in. Instead, he paid attention to Dan’s breathing, listening for when it slowed.

"I'm gonna take care of you, love,” Phil whispered.

Once Dan’s breaths became shallow, Phil pressed his finger against the ring of muscle and felt it give easily. Dan let out a soft sigh, his warm breath hitting Phil's bare chest, as Phil pushed in slowly, welcomed by a tight heat he was so familiar with. Phil placed a light kiss on the side of his head, the only part of Dan's body his lips could reach.

"Good boy. Always so good for me."

He started to move his finger inside of Dan slowly.

This wasn't about giving Dan the most pleasure possible. If they wanted that, this isn't what they would have chosen. This was about getting Dan into a headspace where he could completely escape from his thoughts and solely focus on what Phil was giving him. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to feel. He wanted to get lost in the sensations that Phil was more than happy to give him, while asking for nothing in return.

Phil wasn't searching yet, although to be fair, he rarely had to search anymore. Dan's body, inside and out, was completely mapped out in Phil's mind after a whole decade together.

After a few minutes, Phil pressed his finger towards himself and found what he was looking for almost immediately. Dan let out a small whimper as his finger moved over his prostate. He softly circled his finger around it a few times, and then switched to gentle strokes. He alternated between the two for a while when he noticed Dan’s breathing begin to quicken.

“You’re doing so well letting me take care of you like this.”

He loved how close he felt to Dan when they did this. It truly felt like they had become one, as his sole focus was to listen to Dan’s body and what he needed without paying any attention to making himself feel good.

Phil looked down between their bodies and saw Dan's cock was leaking precum. It twitched with every press Phil made to Dan's prostate. He knew Dan wasn't going to last much longer.

He, on the other hand, was barely hard. But, this wasn't for him. This was for Dan.

Before long, Dan's hands grabbed hold of Phil's waist, his finger tips digging into the flesh. Small, frequent moans began to leave his lips, and Phil started to rub his prostate a bit faster, a little more deliberately.

"Let it all go, love.”

Dan clenched around Phil's finger as his orgasm hit him, a louder moan leaving Dan’s lips as he released onto both of their stomachs.

"Good boy, such a good boy for me,” Phil whispered into his hair, not stopping his movements. Phil worked him through it until he felt Dan’s hands leave his sides.

Once Dan came down from his high, he slowly lifted his head and looked at Phil. There was that look. The unfocused, glazed over soft stare that was accompanied by a soft smile. Dan let out a sigh, almost like a small chuckle, before he rested his head against Phil again. He wasn't ready yet. He wasn't ready to come back to reality.

An hour passed before Dan spoke.

They had been lying under the blankets in the dark while listening to a playlist Phil put on. Phil was lying on his back, with Dan curled up next to him, Phil absentmindedly drawing shapes against Dan’s side. Phil wasn’t going to force converation. He was perfectly content just existing with him. Dan would talk when he was ready.

“Thank you,” Dan eventually mumbled.

Phil kissed the top of Dan’s head.

“Of course. How are you feeling?”

“Better. My mind isn’t as much of a mess.”

“That’s good. Did you want to talk about it?”

Dan seemed to think about it for a second. “Not right now. Maybe later. Don’t want to ruin this.”

Phil wrapped his arms a little tighter around Dan.

They were silent for a while. Phil closed his eyes and listened to the song that was currently playing. Between the music and feeling Dan next to him, he could feel himself starting to drift off.

“How do you do it?” Dan asked suddenly.

“Hmm?” Phil hummed, trying not to succumb to sleep.

“Knowing exactly what I need. I feel like you know me better than I know myself.”

“Must be those psychic abilities that were passed down to me.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dan laughed.

Phil had missed that sound, and he was so happy to hear it again after days without it.

[kuzann]

Escape from the Holidays

My Holiday Truce present for @deuynndoodles! Sam and Tucker get Danny away from the Santa argument for some much-needed relaxation. 💜 Also on Ao3!

Danny trudged his way through the fall season, doing his best to ignore the Christmas merch that was already showing up in stores by Halloween. Holiday creep was annoying in general, but for Danny it acted as an omen of things to come once December rolled around. As the weeks ticked by the knot of stress and anxiety grew in the pit of his stomach; the worst month of the year was approaching and there was nothing he could do about it. He would simply have to endure whatever misery the yearly argument brought just as he did every year.

December 1st arrived. The more restrained organizations of Amity Park at last began to put up their Christmas decorations. FentonWorks lit up in red, white, and green just like the rest of the neighborhood and, like clockwork, the Santa argument began. Danny was long past caring whether Santa Claus was real or not; the only thing that mattered was the fact that the argument made every single December a writhing mass of stress and mess cleanup.

Five days after the start of December he and Jazz sat in the living room after being summoned for a family board game, only for the Santa argument to overshadow everything before the game could even make it out of the box. Jazz hid her face in her newest psychology book while Danny glowered at his parents and wished he’d thought to grab his phone before his dad pestered him into coming downstairs for ‘family time’.

He was just checking his watch for the dozenth time when the front door slammed open. Sam and Tucker hurried into the living room, still breathless from running over. The sudden intrusion put a temporary pause on the argument as the Fentons turned to their new guests.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, there’s a ghost attacking the docks!” Tucker said, still a little breathless from the run as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

“You gotta hurry before he gets away!” Sam added. “He’s trying to steal a bunch of shipping boxes!”

“No ghost is making off with holiday gifts while the Fentons are on the job!” Jack declared as he and Maddie drew their concealed weapons. They barged out the door past Sam and Tucker and out into the snowy night.

“Nothing stops the holiday argument like their mutual hatred of ghosts,” Tucker said with a knowing smile.

“Well, we better get going,” Danny grumbled as he stood. “So who is it this time? It’s the Box Ghost, isn’t it?”

“It is, but he’s not our problem tonight,” Sam said with a proud smile of her own. “Come on, you really think your parents can’t handle the Box Ghost?”

“Well since my mom’s out there I guess I shouldn’t worry...” Danny admitted with a small smile. He was already starting to feel a little better now that he didn’t have to witness the Santa argument. “We do need to figure out something for dinner now, though,” he added as he shared a glance with Jazz.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re coming over to my house and we’re ordering takeout,” Sam said.

“We call it Operation: Get Danny Away from the Stupid Santa Argument,” Tucker added with a grin. “And Jazz too, if she wants to hang out with us.”

“Well given that I’ll be all alone here after you guys leave...” Jazz began. “You’re sure you’re okay with me joining in? I’m not gonna cramp your style or anything?”

“Any Fenton who isn’t part of the Santa argument is welcome in my book,” Danny replied.

~~~

Sam’s parents were surprisingly pleasant when the four of them arrived; Danny was under the impression that they didn’t care for him or his family, and tonight he had the sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Manson was going to rub being a superior parent in his parents’ faces at some point in the near future because of all this. Jazz lingered to give them a full rundown of her college plans when they asked what she was up to as a matter of courtesy, which gave Sam ample opportunity to get her other guests upstairs and into her room without any further delay.

Her room was dimly-lit by warm red string lights she’d added recently. The effect was almost cozy, despite Sam’s likely intent of using them to boost the goth look to her room. It was certainly more calming than the sea of Christmas lights that decorated most of the city. The curtains were already drawn when they arrived, blocking off any view of the city beyond. Closed, comfortable, and warm.

“So what kind of food are we feeling like tonight?” Sam asked once they were safely in her room.

“Something other than pizza,” Danny replied as he flopped down on a massive black bean bag chair. “I think I’ve finally had enough pizza for a little while.”

“I could go for some Thai food,” Tucker added as he dropped onto the oversized bean bag next to Danny.

“I know a great Thai place.” Sam turned to a nearby bookshelf and took a binder labeled ‘Restaurants’ from it, then leafed through until she found the page she wanted. “Here we go,” she said as she took the menu from a sheet protector within.

“So organized,” Tucker said with a chuckle as Sam passed the menu to them.

“Well when you have dietary restrictions it helps to remember the places that can accommodate,” Sam said.

“Smart,” Danny said. He leaned in, bumping shoulders with Tucker as he read the menu as well. “Think I’ll pick the pad thai with chicken.”

“Red curry with beef for me,” Tucker said.

Danny leaned back against the bean bag and closed his eyes as Sam left to ask Jazz what she wanted. It was quiet in Sam’s room—soundproofed to keep her and her parents’ music tastes completely separate, for everyone’s sake—and no holiday music reached them here. He could almost pretend that this was just any other month and that he didn’t have another miserable holiday season to look forward to once he left. The ball of stress that sat sharp and heavy in his chest slowly began to unwind.

His phone buzzed with a received text. Danny opened his eyes and checked it: Valerie had made it to her grandparents’ house and was asking how he was doing. He smiled and texted back: [Glad ur safe. Sam & Tucker rescued me from Santa argument so doing good]

“Val checking in?” Tucker asked.

“Yep, she’s safe at her grandparents’ house,” Danny replied. Worry over Valerie staying safe on the slippery roads had been sitting at the back of his mind ever since she left the previous day, and it was good to have it resolved for now.

Sam returned with Jazz in tow. “Food’s ordered, now we just have to wait.” She strolled over and dropped down onto the unoccupied side of the bean bag. “Did I miss anything?”

“Valerie made it to her grandparents’ house,” Danny replied.

“That’s good. The roads are pretty treacherous this time of year,” Sam said. She stretched, then fell back against the bean bag, bumping shoulders with Danny. “She’ll be here next time we do this.”

“Next time?” Danny raised his eyebrows with the question as he looked at her.

“Yeah we were thinking once a week,” Tucker added. “Maybe more often. Depends on how stressed out you get.” He gave Danny a playful poke on the forehead.

“We couldn’t just sit back and let you be miserable for the whole season,” Sam said. “Besides, it’s nice to get a break from the holiday rush.”

Danny smiled, and he let out a long slow sigh as he sank into the bean bag a little further. “Thanks, guys.” He pulled the two into a hug. “This really means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it, dude,” Tucker said as he and Sam returned the hug. “So what should we do while we wait for the food to get here?”

“I found this card game called Five Crowns recently,” Sam said. “Let’s try it out.”

~~~

The Jacks were wild by the time the food arrived at the front door. Danny and Tucker were almost tied for last place with scores exceeding one hundred points while Jazz sat squarely in the lead with only thirty-five. With two hands to go there was still a chance that Sam could unseat her as the to-be winner, but only time would tell.

Sam brought the food up and the four of them sorted out their meals from the bag. They dug in, chattering all the while about school, video games, movies, future plans. The cards had been laid aside for the moment, to spare them the possibility of getting messy from the food.

Danny forgot the date after a while. It felt like any other night of the year, which was exactly what he needed. He was finally at ease as they set the remnants of dinner aside and picked up their game again.

~~~

Jazz won the game in the end, despite a valiant effort to defeat her on Sam’s part. Danny ended with a ridiculous sum of four hundred and twenty-six points. He didn’t mind. It was the simple act of playing the game that he’d enjoyed, win or lose.

With the game over they set about finding other ways to occupy the time. Sam brought up a new fantasy RPG she’d bought recently and asked if they wanted to do a joint save so they could enjoy the story together.

The three plopped down on the big bean bag chair again with Danny in the middle and took turns on the controller, laughing and riffing on the game’s sillier story beats and praising it for the things it did well. Meanwhile Jazz sat at Sam’s desk with a book open before her, a small smile on her face as she kept half an ear on their fun, chuckling every so often at one of their jokes.

Hours drifted past, carrying them late into the evening, and at last the three began to nod off. Sam and Tucker each rested on one of Danny’s shoulders, the book Sam had been perusing laying open across her lap while Tucker’s PDA had almost slipped out of his hand as he slept.

Once she was sure they were soundly asleep Jazz took a nearby blanket and draped it over the three, gently tucking the edges around them to trap in the warmth. Danny was truly fortunate to have such good friends. Getting him away from holiday stress was exactly what he needed, and with them whisking him away like this every few days he would be able to weather the season much better than he had in previous years.

Jazz tiptoed back to the desk and sat down again. She would wake them in a little while to take Danny home, but for now all she wanted was to let him sleep peacefully for as long as he could.

[flagbridge]

The Trio. Art by TheAbominableShowman, from Prank War: A Game of Cups (Rated E, 18+)

Love that Raoul and Erik are fully committed to the bit of their "nothing left but mouth-to-mouth combat" and Christine has not a care in the world.

[mysticscorpia]

Phantom of the Opera

FLUFF WEEK 2024 ENTRY

An Angel's Confidant

Christine faces challenges during her time at the Opera House, however her Angel is always there to comfort her. But will they be able to bridge the rift caused by their past misfortunes?

-> Erik/Christine

-> 5, 701 k

Thanks for reading!! 🥰

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Forever Home Masterlist (2)

part one

and the house becomes a home again (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Dan’s plane lands at one-thirty-two AM (he’s been tracking the flight since it took off, and his stomach’s been flipping with jitters since Dan’s phone switched to aeroplane mode and his texts stopped going through).

Two and a half months, since Dan's been home, and Phil has been going crazy.

(also known as the dan comes home fic)

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

cat bells 2: the philling (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: Just after rewatching the first three PINOFs, a mysterious package arrives on Dan and Phil's doorstep. Inside is a new cat costume... and Phil has a slightly terrible idea.

🌸 cherry blossom 🌸 (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It had been a silly dream at first. The idea to have a cherry blossom tree in their garden they didn't even have yet. It hadn't felt like it was something that would really happen.

But it was real. Dan was watching their tree, Phil's arms around him, and hoping they would get to see its first bloom soon.

Couch Potatoes (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Picking a sofa for the forever home

Curse of the Golden Pig (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dan disapproves of some of Phil's interior design choices — and despite all the compromises they've had to make, there's still a whole lot of them in the forever home. If he finds out Phil has snuck any of them into their new bedroom, and they're off-putting enough, he'll even refuse to sleep (or do anything ... else) in the same room as them.

Phil knows his whining is mostly superficial, though — Dan really doesn't mind it as much as he makes it seem, and even just a few kisses will make his facade crumble... a flawless tactic.

Forever Home (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Phil’s wanted a dog for as long as he can remember, and now that he and Dan are moving into their new house, it’s the perfect opportunity. But there’s just one problem: Phil’s allergic to dogs.

home (ao3) - Rawritsamehh

Summary: just a little drabblely thing

home wasn't built in a day (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: “Different, though,” Phil says. He sets the glass down, prisms of light cascading out around it, and then he presses firmly into Dan’s side and speaks with a thoughtful air of bone-deep certainty. “It feels real now. Like we’ve actually finally done it.”

Words lose their way somewhere between Dan’s brain and mouth and end up sticking in his throat. Phil rarely vocalizes his feelings, rarely draws on straightforward sincerity. But here he is, calm and settled at Dan’s side, unequivocally permanent.

“Even if half the lights and plumbing are out?” Dan asks eventually.

Phil’s laugh is soft and low in his chest. “Even if.”

It's Been Years (Thirteen) (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: It’s been years, Dan thinks. Twelve of them, by now. Thirteen, in October. They’re in their thirteenth year. God, he’s gotten older. Less than ten years to go before he’ll have known Phil for longer than he hasn’t.

late night talking (ao3) - theloveofbees

Summary: it surely wasn’t the weirdest thing phil had caught dan doing in their thirteen years of knowing each other, but it was up there.

or it's the summer before dan's tour and they talk on the floor of their office.

made for you (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Phil, in all the years he's known Dan, can tell what he's thinking with a glance, a lock of eyes. Dan, in all the years he's known Phil, is the same.

aka the fic where they have a super psychic connection and insane communicative skills (real life)

New memories (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Phil looks at their new house with a hint of sadness. Dan fixes it in the most romantic way.

On The Balcony (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Whoever said moving to a forever home would be easy was lying.

Overheated (ao3) - kattdan

Summary: Phil's health issues

Returning home (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which Dan returns to find a clingy Phil

Based on the selfie Dan took after returning from the European tour

Santa Buddy (ao3) - philsbignaturals

Summary: In which the boys host joint family Christmas in their forever home

Based on the Michael Bublé Santa Baby cover

summer skies (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan doesn’t think Phil's left the apartment, but he redials from his recent contacts all the same, listens to the ring for a few beats before he turns back, and there he is, curled sideways on his arm on the daybed, fast asleep in the shade.

(forever home, summer 2021)

Sutures (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Phil returns to the forever home after a week away, just in time to pull Dan out of his negative thought spiral.

Taking a Break (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil has a broken leg.

unpacking forever (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan takes charge of the details, once they've moved in.

waking up in your arms with my mind on you and me (ao3) - natigail

Summary: On October 19th 2021, Phil wakes up first. Twelve years ago he woke up way too early, nervous for their first meeting and now they are waking up in their shared bed in their forever home. Phil allows himself to be a little sappy but it's okay because Dan easily joins him.

waking up to a dream (ao3) - vhslucky

Summary: "I missed you..." Phil mumbled against Dan's jacket, reveling in the familiarity of his smell. "I missed you more," Dan whispered warmly. Phil vehemently shook his head, "Not possible." Dan chuckled. Phil found that sound so sweet and endearing that he pulled him even closer.

with water out of sunlight (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Whoever was last in the house has left all the doors open, and there’s light spilling down the hallway and making the white walls glow.

(Dan walks the forever home.)

[cozyfoxy]

Mystical Paths Chapter 6

Summary: The Howells have been the proud owners of a small but famous bookstore since the 1800s. They are known for being the only shop that collects original copies of magic writings. Dan works as the bookkeeper of the shop. As the busiest season approaches, one of the most renowned magic families reaches out to the shop and offers to gift them an original Spellbook of sorts. Little did Dan know that these offers would change his life forever.

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Chapter ONE

Warnings: Horror elements

It was raining. No, it was an absolute downpour outside, the sounds of the wind graining against Dan’s nerves. For the first time since he moved out of his parent’s house, he wished he hadn’t. Storms had always made him anxious, especially as a little kid, but this storm in particular seemed to be clawing at his mind, trying to make him break down. A sudden loud crash of thunder sent the grown man underneath his duvet, only his face poking out. He felt like a child.

He tremored and sucked in a gulp of air, trying to ignore the noise from the outside. Dan had tried watching a show, listening to music, and even reading a book, but nothing could distract his mind from the hellish sounds outside his walls. So, he was trapped, listening to the angry pelting of rain on his roof, the howling wind, and the crashing thunder.

Dan knew he was being ridiculous. He knew that the weather couldn’t hurt him, nor was it trying to, but his anxiety was bad enough without a storm setting it off. The warning from Phil’s note still echoed in his mind. Was there any real danger, or was Phil messing with him? As much as he wanted to tell himself that it was some kind of messed-up prank, he just couldn’t see it being one. He didn’t trust Phil, or any magic wielder really, but deep down he knew that more dangerous, more manipulative forces were out there. 

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the world outside his window, showing an oddly human-shaped silhouette in his back garden. His brown eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, trying to calm his uneven breathing. It was just a bush or something, it had to be. No one in their right mind would be out in a storm like this one, especially this late at night. Dan looked at the time on his phone with shaky hands, realizing it was just a bit past midnight. This storm had been going on for nearly two hours without stopping. 

Dan went to set his phone back down when it vibrated in his hand, bringing his attention back to it. He read the Ring notification repeatedly, a cold ball of fear forming in his stomach. “There is a person at your front door.”

He took in a shaky breath, pulling up the live video feed of his doorbell before he could talk himself out of it. Outside, on his front porch was a small-statured person, standing with their head down. He could only see that they had shorter, wavy-looking hair, and they seemed to be dry. Confusion overshadowed his unease for a moment as he studied the figure. They looked familiar in a way that Dan couldn’t quite place. 

Dan shook his head at himself again and sighed, deciding to ask the person what they were doing. He was safe in his room, the doors and windows were locked, and maybe the person needed help. Before he could even begin to speak to the person, he noticed that the figure had moved closer to the camera, like they were trying to look through it. Dan swallowed thickly and observed the person silently. It was like they were trying to use the camera as a peephole. Like they were trying to see inside. 

“I know you’re in there Daniel, come on, let me inside. I have missed you my dear.” the figure spoke, making Dan’s heart pound loudly in his ears.

That voice. All at once, Dan realized why the figure had seemed familiar and who that voice belonged to. It was his Nana. The same Nana who had raised him alongside his parents. She had been the first person he came out as gay to, the person who taught him piano, the person who would always sing to him when storms like the one outside would keep him awake. It was also the same Nana who had died just three years ago. 

“Daniel! Stop ignoring your grandmother and let me inside! Come on bear, it’s been much too long! It’s cold out here Daniel! Do you want me to get sick and die again? Do you want that on your conscience?” his Nana yelled from outside. 

Only, he knew that person couldn’t be his Nana. As much as he wanted it to be, he knew that it was some kind of imposter. Phil had warned him to stay inside, and Phil’s journal had warned him about the dead returning. Of course, he hadn’t read the page earlier, but he knew that he needed to now. His hands shook as he picked up the large book, watching the pages turn themselves to the one he desired. 

“The Three Days of Darkness. Day 1, the dead come walking.”

“The creatures that I have seen make me want to vomit. They take on the form of passed loved ones, taking on their voices, mannerisms, and everything to trick people into trusting them. They look almost perfect, but there seems to always be something just a bit wrong. I saw my grandfather, or it looked, sounded, and even acted like my grandfather. However, the sick creature seemed to forget that humans can not turn their heads 360 degrees. I knew it wasn’t my grandfather, even before the creature dropped the facade, as he had been dead since I was only twelve years old. 

When I yelled at the creature to go away, it got angry and ran at me. Its fingers sprouted sharp, blackened claws. Its eyes glowed red and its jaw unhinged like a snake ready to eat. Of course, it wasn’t able to harm me through my family’s protective ward, but it did try. I’m not so sure it could have harmed me anyway.

Though these creatures are nearly masters of disguise and very strong, it seems as though they must be trusted before they can harm anyone. My grandmother believes that they are a type of fae. The fae is very tricky and smart. They feast on human emotion for the most part, but some more malevolent fae fully devour people, magical or not. 

I don’t believe they are a type of fae, but I don’t know what they are, so I just call them mimics. Since my first encounter, I have only seen them two other times. Most recently. I had one trying to appear as Daniel Howell, it was nearly a perfect recreation. Luckily, I knew that they only came around one night of the year, so I was already prepared for the attempted trickery. I believed the mimic for a moment though, perhaps it was wishful thinking. However, the mimic didn’t take into account that Daniel doesn’t know his role in my life yet. 

This was the first mimic that I destroyed, and when I did, all that was left behind was an obsidian stone, carved to be the shape of a heart. My grandmother kept it, hoping to track where it came from and who it might belong to. All I know now is that these mimics were created by some kind of sick, twisted magic that I want nothing to do with. And it is very unpredictable and dangerous.” 

Dan shuddered at the words in the book before turning his attention back to his phone, watching the ‘mimic’ pace angrily on his porch. It was agitated that he wouldn’t reply to it, and now, he didn’t plan on it. Instead, he clicked out of the ring app and went to his contacts, cursing at himself before calling Phil.

“Dan? Are you alright?” Phil asked, answering on the first ring.

Dan took in a shaky breath, chuckling at himself, “I um… no actually. There is a creature outside on my front porch that’s trying to look like my Nana. She died years ago Phil, and it’s getting angry and I’m kinda fucking terrified right now.” 

The other side of the line went completely silent for a moment, making Dan check to see if the call had failed or something. “Um… Phil?” he asked nervously.

Phil growled through his teeth, “I will be right there. Stay in your room, do not make a sound. I’ll keep you safe.” 

“I-.” The line cut off before Dan could even finish his sentence. 

Dan buried himself completely underneath his duvet and pulled the Ring app open on his phone, watching as the mimic got even more agitated. He could see that it was losing control over how it looked. It was going back and forth between tall and short like it was struggling to keep its shape. Its back was becoming more haunched over and occasionally letting out sickening popping sounds when its bones stretched and changed. 

“Daniel if you don’t let me in I will let myself in.” It suddenly shrieked, no longer sounding anything like his Nana. Hell, it didn’t even sound human anymore. The voice was strangled, shrill, and painful to Dan’s ears.

The brunette bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought back the scream of fear that was in his throat. The creature looked at the camera with glowing green eyes before it started to rip at his door. He could hear the sound of ripping, creaking wood even without his phone. It was echoing through his house.

Suddenly, multiple figures appeared in the background of the Ring camera, slipping in and out of view. Though Dan couldn’t completely see their shape, he immediately felt more at ease. The shapes were small, precise, and made more sense in his mind. Before he could think too hard about what was happening, three foxes were standing behind the mimic on his porch. 

He quickly recognized the fox that was standing in the middle as Phil. Phil was here to save him, just like he had promised. Dan smiled nervously and allowed his tense shoulders to relax a bit. It was as if something in the air had changed like he knew he was safe at last. 

“Don’t watch the camera please Dan, this is not going to be pretty and I don’t need you being more afraid than you already are.” Phil’s voice came in through his mind, making him shudder.

He sighed in annoyance, tempted to watch what was happening just to spite Phil. Though, he had a feeling that he didn’t want to see what was about to happen. From what Phil had written in his journal, the foxes outside were about to “destroy” the mimic, and Dan didn’t want to think about what that meant. He quickly closed out of the Ring app and set his phone down beside himself. 

After what felt like hours, he heard soft footsteps heading toward him, sending a nervous shiver up his spine.

“It’s just me Dan. We got rid of it. My family went back home, but I’m going to stay with you for now, if that’s alright.” Phil explained gently.

Dan peeked his head out from underneath his blanket and looked Phil up and down, not trusting what he was seeing, “how do I know you’re not one of those fucking mimic things? You might not even be the real Phil!” he accused quickly, not caring how ridiculous he might sound. 

“I’m the real Phil little dove, now, I’m going to stay with you to make sure you’re safe. It’s up to you if I stay inside with you or go back outside.” Phil’s voice answered in Dan’s mind, helping the brunette relax more.

“I… sorry. I guess I’m in shock or something.” Dan whispered sheepishly, biting on his thumbnail, “You can stay inside. The weather is still gross and yeah…” 

Phil nodded and sat on the floor, looking up at Dan wordlessly and taking notice of the book that was still sitting open beside the brunette. Dan glanced between the book and Phil, suddenly feeling like a child who had been caught taking a cookie before dinner. He felt like he did something wrong, though he had been told to read the journal. It still felt as though he had overstepped. A question suddenly popped into his head, now that his fear had all but disappeared. 

“Phil, I read your entry about the mimics, and it said something about me not knowing my role in your life. What does that mean?” Dan asked, looking directly into Phil’s eyes.

A soft chuckle left Phil’s chest as he stared right back at Dan, “I had a feeling you would ask. Well, I knew you would ask I suppose. You, Daniel, are my muse.” he explained calmly.

Dan raised an eyebrow, “so I inspire you?” he asked, feeling unimpressed. 

Phil fully laughed at his response, shaking his head, “No, I mean yes, you do inspire me. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen, the most gorgeous soul I will ever know, but that’s not what a muse is for someone like me.” 

He took a deep breath before suddenly appearing on the bed next to Dan, nervously linking their hands together. At first, Dan was sure that he imagined the electric hum that formed between their fingers, blaming the sudden unexpected warmth. Then he saw the glowing light around their clenched palms. It reminded him of a flickering candle, but larger, more intense. It let off a warmth like he had never felt before. The feeling of the glow was so hot that it should’ve burned him, but it didn’t. All he could feel was comfort, relief even. He felt more whole than he could even imagine.

“That is what it means for you to be my muse. My magic is stronger than anyone in my family, stronger than anyone that we Lesters have met as well. But when I’m with you, our magic combines, and we both become even stronger.” Phil whispered, looking into Dan’s eyes with a blush on his cheeks.

Dan stuttered before shaking his head at Phil. “I’m not a magic user Phil. No Howell has ever had magic before, it’s literally a part of branding with the shop. Magic is hereditary, I can’t have it.” 

“Oh, but you do. It’s very strong as well. Not all magic is hereditary love, some magic is gifted. You’ve had magic since the day that you marked yourself with the knife. The same knife that you saw in your dream. The same knife that left what you call a birthmark on your thigh.” Phil hummed, loosening his grip on Dan’s hand in case he wanted to let go.

Dan surprised himself when he clung onto Phil’s hand, pulling the man closer. “If I actually have magic, how come I’ve never felt it before?” He asked sternly. 

Phil smiled softly, but it didn’t meet his eyes, “You hate magic. You’ve seen how it hurts people, how it can make even the nicest people fall into darkness. I know you lost your best friend to magic. That’s why you don’t trust anyone who has magic. You’ve never tried to use it beffore Dan, that’s why you didn’t know.” he explained, rubbing Dan’s back. 

“Please don’t bring her up… it hurts too much.” Dan whimpered, turning away from the man beside him, “I don’t have magic. I’m not strong enough to have that kind of power, it would destroy me. I would destroy everything around me. I would hurt people that I love. I don’t trust myself enough as it is! Why did you have to come and make my life so confusing? Life used to make sense, and then you brought magic into the mix! I hate you. I wish you never came around!” Dan yelled, tearing his hand away from Phil’s and burying his face into his arms. 

He wasn’t angry at Phil, not really, but his emotions were just overflowing, with nowhere to go. The room was silent for a moment, and Dan wondered if Phil had left him alone. As much as he truly wanted Phil to leave, the thought of him leaving made Dan’s heart ache. Why was this so damn confusing? He wiped the tears in his eyes angrily, ignoring the fact that Phil was chuckling. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at?!” Dan demanded angrily, closing his eyes again.

Phil laughed even louder, holding his sides as he did, “Look down and you’ll see.” he challenged. 

Dan groaned and opened his eyes, turning to glare at Phil but only seeing the wall beside him. He gasped and quickly looked down, realizing that he was floating above his bed. “What the hell? Put me down!” He yelled, waving his hands anxiously in the air. 

“I would love to, but I’m not doing anything. It’s all you love.” Phil explained, humor still leaking into his voice. 

Dan rolled his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He thought of all of the times he had gotten so in his head that he had felt like he was floating like he couldn’t ground himself. Was it possible that he had actually been floating those times as well? He took another calming breath, stretched his arms above his head, and closed his eyes. This couldn’t be real. 

“Love, open your eyes,” Phil ordered gently, watching Dan for a reaction. 

Dan huffed and opened his eyes, sleepiness wrapping itself around his brain. He quickly realized that he was once again sitting on his bed, nearly leaning on Phil. He rubbed his lips together nervously while looking into Phil’s eyes, “I really just did that, didn’t I?” He asked though he knew the answer. 

Phil nodded and rubbed small circles on Dan’s back, “Yes, you did. Look, it’s been a weird night. You should sleep, I know you’re exhausted. I will answer the rest of your questions tomorrow, okay?” 

Dan nodded and closed his eyes again, letting himself slide onto his back, his head hitting his pillow softly, “You’re not leaving right? The spare room is just down the hall, you can make yourself at home. Just… please don’t leave me.” He begged pathetically, his voice thick with sleep.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you. Never again little dove. Now, sleep. You need it.” Phil whispered, pushing Dan’s fringe away from his forehead and planting a soft kiss on his forehead, smiling when Dan sighed contentedly and dozed off.

[princessfanonanona]

A little birdy told me you were taking prompts💖💖

How about some Dad!danny related fluff 🥺💖

I am! Love you thank you 💜💜💜

Going to try and make this the fluffiest thing on the planet (idk how well I can write kidfics but challenge accepted I guess)

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Danny slams his head against his locker.

“That kinda day?” Tucker asks from his left.

“That kinda month,” Danny slumps.

“It’s the second,” Sam says from his right.

“Yep,” Danny groans.

The two pat him consolingly on his back.

“Lay it on us, we can handle it,” Tucker says.

There’s a beat of silence before Danny sighs a gust of air frosting his locker. “You know how I was in the Zone yesterday?”

“Yeah?”

“Well-”

“Daddy!” a high pitched voice squeals from down the hall. The entire population of students turning to the voice.

A small child darts amongst the sea of bodies, a mop of pink hair standing bright against dark skin.

“Jay!” Danny exclaims in surprise. He bends down just in time to catch the child who flings themselves into his arms.

“Daddy?” Sam and Tucker echo.

“What are you doing here?” Danny asks them.

“Missed you,” they say, burying their head into his shoulder.

“Uh, Danny?” Sam lays a hand on his shoulder.

“This is Jellyblue,” Danny starts when Dash spots them.

"Fentina??" He calls, eyes wide. "The fuck is that."

"A child, you know? Small young people? A little older than a baby?" Danny quips.

"I know what a child is but tha-" Jellyblue turns in Danny's arms to look up at Dash with big brown eyes. "-at's actually adorable. Hello little guy."

The trio blink. Sam and Tucker exchanging faces behind Danny as Jellyblue smiles big. They have a missing front tooth.

"Ma name's Jellyblue! Am from the Zone!" Jellyblue declares.

Kwan smiles back, leaning down to be eye level with them. "That's cool! What's it like there?"

"Lonely and then dad found me and now am not lonely no more!" Jellyblue says, hugging Danny.

"Uh, why was a kid in the Zone to begin with?" Sam asks.

"I think they fell through a transient portal," Danny says.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy-" Jellyblue fists Danny's shirt and tugs.

"Yes, yes, yes, what is it?" Danny bounces Jellyblue making them squeal in delight.

"Why aren't there any floating cars no more?" They ask.

Danny and co blink.

"Floating cars?" Dash repeats.

"Yeah! I remember 'fore everything was green 'n purple, every body drove flying cars."

"What year do you think it is, Jellyblue?" Tucker asks.

"2893."

At this point the entire hallway of students is silent.

"Well that explains that." Danny half laughs.

"My planet was esploded-" Jellyblue makes a big motion with their hands. "Mommy said to find the [garbled] king, and I found you!"

"King of losers, you mean," Dash crows with laughter.

"Knock it off, Dash," Danny rolls his eyes hefting Jellyblue a little higher in his arms.

"Danny!" Jazz’s voice calls over the din of students. She pushes her way through the crowd, "I'm so sorry, I took my eyes off them for one minute and- oh you found them."

"Sorry Jazz, Jay followed me to school," Danny says.

"Daddy daddy daddy-" Jellyblue shakes Danny's shirt again.

"Yes yes yes, what's wrong, bud?" He rubs a thumb on Jellyblue's cheek, wiping away his tears.

"You're not a loser! Your cool! Why is he being mean?" Jellyblue wails.

"Oh Jellyblue," Danny puts a hand on the back of his head to pull him into a tight hug, "It's okay, that's just how Dash shows affection."

"I do not!?!" Dash squeaks.

"Being mean is..." Jellyblue sniffs.

"Still being mean," Danny says. "Don't be like Dash, he's just confused."

"I am not confused, Fentina!" Dash half shouts, half squeaks, which doing his best impression of a cooked lobster.

"You know, it’s a natural physiological phenomenon for a person to be embarrassed about feelings they don’t fully understand and it often leads to an avoidance of the deeper introspection that-" Dash holds up his hand in Jazz’s face, cutting her off.

"Yeah, I'm going to stop the talking textbook there-"

"Rude!"

"-good luck with the kid Fentoe-nail," he says before turning to walk away. "What're you losers looking at? Scram!"

The crowd disperses leaving the trio plus Jazz and Jellyblue alone.

"You know the entire school will know about him-"

"Them."

"Sorry, about them by the end of first period." Sam says.

"Wanna bet the whole school knows before it starts?" Tucker asks, fiddling with his PDA.

Sam squints at him, "...no. I don't think I will."

"What's the plan, little brother?" Jazz asks, pulling Jellyblue from him.

Jellyblue goes easily, smooshing their face into Jazz’s shoulder.

"Not to be that person, but their hair is pink," Tucker says glancing up.

"And?"

"Their name is Jellyblue?"

Jellyblue lifts their head, hair turning periwinkle purple, and skin shifting to something more green. They blink, bright blue eyes shining.

"Only you Danny, only you," Sam pats Danny consolingly.

[masqueradeball]

Have you ever wondered what Lerik, Cherik, Gerik, Merik, Ratrick, Kerik, and Erik Destler would do if they all got together for a birthday party? What if I told you one of them was a clown, and there were also some adorable rats?

Read my new crackfic to find out!

[hygge-ao3]

Mochi & Luna

Summary: Dan has planned a huge surprise for Phil for their anniversary, but what he doesn’t know is that Phil has planned the same thing for him.

 Written for Phanfiction Bingo 2023

Square: Pet Owners

Rating: Everyone 

Triggers/Warnings: None

Additional tags: fluff, dogs, pets, established relationship, surprises

Words: 1,558

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“You and I are gonna hang out here for a little while until Phil gets back, okay? Then, we’re going to surprise him with all of your cuteness.”    

Dan shut the bedroom door behind him and looked down at the puppy in his arms. The puppy looked up at Dan with its large brown eyes. It almost felt surreal, having this little ball of fluff and cuteness that was his. That was theirs.

He placed a quick kiss on the top of the puppy’s head, which was returned with a lick to the side of the face. “God, he’s gonna love you so much. Yes, he is.”

If Dan could pull this off, this was going to be the best surprise ever.

They had talked about getting a dog countless times over the years. Having a dog used to be something that felt so out of reach when they were renting, but now that they had a house and no landlord to deal with, it was a topic that came up more and more frequently. They had the time, they had the outdoor space, so it was a no brainer for Dan when he was trying to figure out what to get Phil for their anniversary.

Phil probably would have been happy with any dog, or any gift for that matter, but a corgi was the obvious choice.

When Dan found a litter of six corgi puppies that needed homes, there was one that immediately stuck out to Dan. It wasn’t the most rambunctious, but it also wasn’t the calmest. This puppy came right up to Dan, put his two front paws on Dan’s legs, and gave what Dan could only describe as a smile. Instead of Dan choosing the puppy, it seemed liked the puppy had chosen him.

Over the next couple of weeks, Dan had secretly been ordering supplies— a dog bed, toys, dog bowls, food. Each box was hidden in the closet of their guest room, under the guise that they were props for a new video. Which, he guessed, wasn’t entirely a lie since he was sure there would be a dog introduction video at some point.

Even though the supplies were covered, he had no idea how he was going to smuggle a dog into their house without Phil knowing. He had thought about bringing Martyn in on the surprise and asking him to get Phil out of the house for a little while. But when Dan woke up that morning, luck seemed to be on his side when Phil told him he needed to run some errands, leaving him with just enough time to pick up the puppy.

He had done this all right under Phil’s nose, and Phil didn’t seem to have any idea what was actually going on. It was going to be perfect.

Dan put the puppy on the floor and watched as it explored around the room, sniffing everything and stumbling around. The puppy ran around the bed and came back to Dan with one of Phil’s socks in his mouth.

“No, give me that.” Dan knelt to the floor and grabbed Phil’s cactus sock out of the puppy’s mouth. “He’s gonna have to learn to pick up after himself, isn’t he? Maybe you could teach him a lesson since he doesn’t listen to me.”

He sat down on the floor and let out a laugh as the puppy started to jump all over him. Even when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he had a hard time getting to it without getting bombarded with little kisses. How could something so tiny have so much energy?

Phil, 2:41pm There’s a surprise waiting for you in the lounge 🎁

Dan, 2:41pm omw 🏃

He carefully got up from the floor, making sure he didn’t accidentally step on the puppy, it was so small.

“I have to go upstairs, so I need you to be extra quiet, okay? Don’t pee on anything while I’m gone.”

Dan did a quick scan of the room to make sure there wasn’t anything the puppy could get into. He didn’t want to come back to a disaster, so he quickly removed a charging cable from the floor before he walked out.

While he was excited to see what Phil’s surprise was for him, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug that whatever Phil’s surprise was probably didn’t even come close to what was hiding in their bedroom.

But, once he entered the lounge, Dan let out a sound that was half disbelief and half a laugh. It turned out that Dan wasn’t the only one with the idea for the best surprise ever, because in the center of the room stood Phil with a shiba inu puppy in his arms.

“Surprise,” Phil smiled.

Dan walked up to Phil, mouth agape, still in shock. The light cream colored puppy looked up at Dan with brown eyes and started to wriggle around in Phil’s arms, letting out small, excited whimpers. Dan laughed and held out his hand for the puppy to sniff before he started to pet the top of its head.

“Hello,” Dan cooed. “You’re just the cutest, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to hold her?”

“Yes, but, let me get your gift first.” Dan was giddy with excitement as he hurried to the stairs. “You’re not gonna believe this!”

Dan rushed down the stairs to their bedroom. The corgi puppy was waiting patiently at the door when Dan returned.

“Are you ready to meet Phil and your sister? I know, you’re not an only child anymore.That lasted a whole twenty minutes, didn’t it? You’re as surprised as I am."

He picked up the puppy, giving it a couple quick kisses to the top of the head before making his way back upstairs.  

“Two dogs!” Phil exclaimed when Dan came up the stairs, his face brighter and more excited than Dan had ever seen before. He was sat on the floor with the shiba inu puppy in his lap.

Dan sat down next to him and the corgi immediately started to climb over his legs and into Phil’s lap. Soon enough, both puppies were all over Phil.

“This is the best day of my life!” Phil laughed as he was getting bombarded with love from the puppies.

Dan couldn’t help but laugh along with him, still not believing that this happened.

But, it was weird how quickly having two dogs felt natural. There was never a question as to whether they would be able to handle two dogs. Sure, it would be a little hectic trying to keep track of them to make sure they weren’t getting into trouble, but it felt like it made sense. Of course they had two dogs. Now that Dan was experiencing it, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Dan and Phil each had a dog to call their own, and the dogs now had someone to play with.

The two of them sat cross legged on the floor for over an hour playing with the dogs and watching them explore.

“Did you think of a name for him?” Dan asked.

Phil was happily watching the two dogs play tug of war with one of the new toys, and Dan wasn’t sure who to pay more attention to— Phil or the dogs.

“I think he looks like a Mochi,” Phil replied, not taking his eyes off of the dogs.

“Mochi? That’s adorable.”

Phil turned towards Dan. “Have you thought of a name?”

“I had a couple in mind, but now I feel like she needs to be a Japanese snack, too.”

“Hmmm,” Phil hummed as he thought for a few seconds. “Hi-Chew? Matcha Kit Kat? Tokyo Banana?”

“All great options, Phil. Thank you so much,” Dan deadpanned. “Tokyo Banana rolls right off the tongue.”

“Toki for short?” Phil tried, a hopeful smile on his face.

Dan shook his head. “Don’t think that’s gonna make the cut.”

Out of all of the daydreams Dan had about owning a dog, he had never given much thought to what that dog might be called. It was a lot of pressure, choosing a name that will define the dog for the next 12-15 years.

He watched the shiba inu for a little while, mentally trying out different names. Kira, Ella, Piper, Nala. Nothing was sticking. He ended up going through the alphabet and thinking of a name for each letter.

“What about Luna?” he eventually asked Phil.

“Mochi and Luna. Dan, Phil, Mochi, and Luna. That’s cute. I like it.”

“What— are we doing Christmas cards now?” he teased, picturing all of their names written out.

Phil let out a small gasp. “We totally should. We could do a little photoshoot like we did with the calendar! We could sit in front of the Christmas tree and have them sit inside of little presents.”

Dan wasn’t actually serious, but he couldn’t deny that was a ridiculously cute idea. They could dress up in festive jumpers and maybe even get the dogs little outfits if they tolerated them. And maybe that could be a tradition they started, taking Christmas photos each year and sending them to family and friends. Over the years they could have something to look back on to remind them of where their little family started. Their own little family.