#philiver

[tidy-tearfairy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

but they were kissing

At some point, they end up sitting on the ground with their backs against the far wall of the garage, staring at the slowly spinning ceiling and talking in abandoned half-sentences. At some point, Oliver leans his head on Phil’s shoulder and says something that sounded pretty good in his head. At some point, Phil goes completely quiet, in the way that people go quiet when they have something to say.

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Oliver and Phil get drunk and cross some lines.

[exgirlfiend]

could you do some philiver please? :3

👍

[sweetpea-sprite]

phil: if i were dating you. well, heh. let’s just say horses wouldn’t be called horses anymore

oliver: what does that mean

oliver: i’m shaking what does that mean

[sweetpea-sprite]

what if you wrote magic mechanics but from the phil comes with him to the other world AU?

send me a ship and i’ll write something small for it! please don't send any more in i'm struggling with the ones i have FMDBFJDB

Phil watches as Oliver cautiously pets his new familiar - he thinks Drippy called it a mite? - after it bonked him on the head with its sword. He's wary of getting ambushed - they hadn't encountered any "beasties", as Drippy calls them, when they came into the Deep Dark Wood, but Phil isn't taking any chances.

"What about Mitey?" Oliver says softly. "Like… like the word mighty, but it's spelled M-I-T-E-Y."

Drippy gives him a deadpan look. "How creative of you, Ollie-boy." Oliver glares at him, and Phil huffs a laugh through his nose.

The noise turns Oliver's attention onto him. "Oh! Could Phil have a familiar too?" Oliver asks, and Phil blinks.

"Don't see why not," Drippy says, and Oliver beams and stands up to raise his wand in the air.

"Wait, wait, hold on-" Phil starts, but Oliver is already drawing the rune in the air, and when it takes effect it cuts off Phil's speech entirely.

He didn't realise magic feels like this.

The magic feels like walking to school on a cloudy day, and stopping to rescue a snail on the sidewalk. It feels like sneaking into a car factory and giggling all the while. It feels like warm hugs that make Phil feel fuzzy, that he has to calm down from. It feels like crunchy orange leaves and warm fluffy blankets and motor oil on Phil's hands. He swallows as he realises that Oliver's magic feels like Oliver, and he's not sure how much of it he can take.

The spell wraps itself around Phil's heart, letting the magic of it overwhelm him, tease its way into his arteries. Then it creates something, something that manifests in front of Phil as all he can do is watch and wait for the magic to start fading.

The creature lands on the grass, and suddenly the magic bursts, not fades like he had expected, leaving Phil with goosebumps and letting him finally come back to his senses.

"Phil?" Oliver's voice says, and Phil turns to him slightly too fast. He looks worried. Drippy, standing next to him, is looking at Phil with the driest expression, and Phil looks away as soon as he makes eye contact. "Are you okay?" Oliver asks. "Did I do the spell right? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Phil swallows, and manages to say, "I'm fine," without any voice cracks, which he thinks is a miracle.

Oliver scrunches his eyebrows together. It's very cute. "Are you sure? Your face is all red."

Phil is sure it is. Phil is very sure it is. "Seriously, I'm okay, Ollie," he says, and if there's a god in this world, he thanks them for letting his voice be a normal pitch.

Oliver looks at him for another moment, then turns his attention to where the familiar that popped out of Phil's chest is. "What's this one called, Mr. Drippy?"

Phil gets a look at it as well, having been too distracted to see before. It looks like a little metal toy, with gears on the sides of its head as the hinges for its jaw. "That's a clinketyclank, mun," Drippy says. "Noisy little buggers, they are."

"Don't be mean," Oliver says, absentmindedly. He strokes the clinketyclank lightly, and Phil feels a little tickle somewhere in his heart.

The clinketyclank looks up at him. Phil stares back. Alright, he thinks. Maybe I'll get used to this at some point.

[sweetpea-sprite]

oliver and Phil. We're in the NNK discord together so you should have a lot of material for that one

send me a ship and i’ll write something small for it!

Phil is trying to work on fixing this car.

The caliper on the front left wheel is stuck, making the brake go a little haywire. Phil hasn't taken care of it in a while, so it's rusted. Cleaning it is a delicate process. He's really trying to focus.

Keyword trying.

Excuse him if focusing is kind of hard when his recently upgraded from friend to boyfriend is reading a book on the couch nearby.

Yes, you heard him right, Oliver is quietly reading a book, how distracting. No, really, it is, because Phil keeps looking over at him, and he's lying on his stomach kicking his legs absentmindedly, and he's sticking his tongue out as he reads, and occasionally his head will bob a bit as he almost falls asleep. It maybe doesn't help that Oliver is all Phil has been thinking about since they started dating, which was only a few days ago, and so even though they’ve done this a million times before, having him right there was just a little too much.

His eyes wander over to him for the millionth time, and he stares for just a little too long before he snaps back to focus. He exhales slightly.

“What?”

Phil jumps at Oliver’s voice, turning to find him looking at him. “What?” he says back, slightly defensively.

Oliver blinks. “You keep looking at me. What is it?”

“Nothing,” Phil answers, a little too quickly.

Oliver squints at him for a moment. “Are you sure?” he asks finally, and Phil nods, not trusting himself to speak again.

Then Oliver does the worst thing he could possibly do.

He smiles.

He smiles, and does a little questioning laugh, and Phil’s brain short-circuits as it tries to comprehend it. He stares long enough for Oliver to stop smiling and say, “Phil?” He snaps his head back to the caliper, feeling his face heat up as he pointedly doesn’t look at Oliver. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine,” Phil says, and even he can hear how strained his voice is. “Just… stop being adorable,” he mumbles.

There’s quiet from Oliver for a moment, before a squeak from the couch as he moves and before Phil can even look to see what he’s doing, Oliver presses his lips to Phil’s cheek.

“No,” he says, laughing softly.

Phil sighs. He’s never gonna get this goddamn caliper clean.

[ni-no-kuni-fangirl]

Phil felt off while Oliver was gone. (Because he was gone-he’d been to his house and left without a response to his knocking. The only other option was Phil was being ignored and Oliver would never do that.)

He busied himself with cars and learning more about them from his pops but it felt empty.

He felt empty.

Even school felt more dull without him there.

Wherever he went, Phil hoped he came back soon.