Summary: Pregnant!Dan runs into a bit of trouble while out shopping with Phil, and immediately Phil becomes very protective when he sees.
A unwanted visitor (ao3) - loyal_phan
Summary: When Phil accidentally leaves the front door open Neko Dan gets a unwanted shock
Bad Days And Good Cakes (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze
Summary: Dan's having a pretty bad day but despite the tears, emergency food orders and forced sweating, he and Phil use their love to get a beautiful cake out of it. Enjoy!
Bullies (ao3) - TooAttachedToDelete
Summary: Dan and Phil are out shopping when they come face to face with one of Dan’s old bullies. Dan is nervous, Phil is angry.
Everything is not alright - awesomesockes
Summary: Dan has a bad fit on the flight back to London.
First Impressions - ultxmasunicornphanfics
Summary: pastel!Dan has to sit next to the new student on the coach on their journey to a school field trip. cue jealous boyfriend punk!Phil. There’s also a food fight and protective!Phil.
Healing Bruises - oakleysfthoying
Summary: Dan has been in an abusive relationship for the past and has been too afraid to say anything to anybody. Phil walks in on Dan in the bathroom while he’s shirtless and sees his bruises. Dan doesn’t want to talk about it but Phil convinces him to, and he helps Dan get out of the abusive relationship that he’s been for the past couple months.
I’ll Fight For You - i-love-phan-and-butts
Summary: Phil doesn’t approve of strange men flirting with his beautiful Dan, and his protective-boyfriend instincts somehow get him into a bar fight!
Milkshake Texts - annawritesoccasionally
Summary: Stranger tells Phil that he shouldn’t be texting deaf!Dan if they’re in the same room. Fluffy Phil defending Dan happens.
Protective Boyfriend - doomedhowell
Summary: Dan is meeting Phil’s parents for the first time, and they’re both extremely nervous about it. Dan is left alone with Phil’s dad and things don’t go so well and Dan quickly learns that Phil’s dad doesn’t like him at all. Phil finds out what happened and demands an apology.
Reunion? (ao3) - artbyweb86
Summary: Dan meets up with his old school buddies...doesn't go as he expected
Scary Storms - jilliancares
Summary: Dan gets saved from a thunderstorm by scary and cool Phil Lester when he was eleven and continues to be protected from them, even as a twenty year old.
She’s My Girlfriend - midnightskydan
In which Dani gets harassed by one of Phil’s friends, but Phil makes it all better.
Shut Your Mouth and Listen Closely (ao3) - SimplyUndead
Summary: (tw) Dan is mute with an unfortunate past. Phil is a nice boy with a warm heart and love to give.
Stay - doomedhowell
Summary: Phil is an undercover cop, and he’s in a protection program. His new assignment is to help protect the Howell family. Dan Howell’s husband is missing, and now his family is in danger. Phil must pretend to be apart of Dan’s family in order to protect him and his four year old son.
Thank You - doomedhowell
Summary: Dan/Phil is homeless and living in this massive abandoned house but then Dan/Phil and his family come along to renovate it and idk theyre both like ‘um what are you doing here’ and then they become friends.
Too Much - trysomecats
Summary: Dan overworks himself into sheer exhaustion, resulting in a worried/protective Phil.
“You don’t have to say I love you to say I love you” (ao3) - IsThisUsernameTaken
Summary: Those bully’s got what was coming to them for hurting my baby bear.
Yes! It’s finally here!! After literal weeks of me writing and revising!! After a lot of writer’s block!! After deleting like half of it and then rewriting it!! It’s finally here!!! Enjoy!!! @dansyellowshirt
Tags for chapter: fluff, themes of verbal abuse, protective!phil, some angst
Words for chapter: ~4.6
Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?
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Dan was not happy.
In fact, he was fucking pissed.
When he and Phil had finally parted ways, Dan had walked into the coffee shop in absolute bliss. The shop looked to be in the process of being half-open when he entered, most of the lights being on and the self-serve bar already filled. Jaime wasn't anywhere to be seen, though Dan could hear the sounds of someone moving in the back. They were probably out of cups again.
While he waited for Jaime to resurface from the supply room, Dan tied on his apron and pinned the name-tag to his chest. He was starting to set the register for the day when he heard steps behind him and the closing of the heavy supply door.
"Jaime, you'll never fucking believe what the hell happened, I-" Dan started, turning around to face his best friend with a huge grin on his face. Jaime wasn't the one to stumble out from the supply door, though, and Dan could feel his happy mood shatter as none other than Steve surfaced, accompanied with an impossible amount of things in his arms threatening to spill over any second.
Instantly, Dan's smile crashed and his heart dropped to his toes. Fuck….where the hell was Jaime?
"Would you stop staring and give me a hand? It's bad enough that you're late to work anyways." He grumbled, his frown already deepening. It was like Dan's presence was just...sucking the life from him.
Dan could say the same.
He didn't immediately move to help due to equal parts of reluctance and utter surprise at seeing his prickly coworker instead of his Jaime. He jerked into action however when a bag of coffee grounds decided to kamikaze off of the top of the armload of things Steve was carrying, scooping it up before it could touch the ground and depositing it onto the counter.
"Oh, that's all you can carry, huh?"
Dan turned, a scowl on his face that matched Steve's perfectly.
"Sorry, but I was a little thrown off to see you here instead of Jaime. You could have just taken a second trip, you know."
"Yeah, and you could have just shown up when you were supposed to. Besides, Jaime said she told you we were working together, so that's bullshit."
Dan wanted to scream and they hadn't even opened already, one, because of Steve's asshole attitude, and two, because Jaime didn't tell him, but he just clenched his jaw and turned back to the register. He could pull a shift with Steve without knocking the guy's teeth out, he's done it before, he can do it again.
Maybe with a miracle, Dan thought as he heard Steve stumble through starting the many coffee makers, grumbling to himself and making a mess that Dan would surely have to clean up.
He was restocking their supply of change in the register a few moments later and feeling a tad bit better about the situation—assuming they would both be able to just keep to themselves the whole shift—when something was thrown in his direction, hitting the side of his head and making Dan drop all of the coins in his hands onto the floor in surprise. The coins scattered in every direction and Dan swore loudly, looking up at Steve with murderous eyes, one hand coming up to his temple where whatever Steve threw at him had hit, even though it hadn't particularly hurt. Steve met his gaze with a mildly surprised expression—complete with a raised eyebrow—and shrugged.
"Didn't mean to hit you in the head, but I can't help but notice your...well, hair. I don't think my uncle would want his business represented like that, so, put the hat on."
Dan glanced down to see one of the coffee shop employee hats crumpled on the ground. They were only required to be worn to pull an employee's long hair back and were otherwise completely optional, so Jaime and the other part-time girls that worked here were the only ones that really bothered with them. Dan flicked his gaze back up to Steve and glared with all of his might, trying to just murder the guy with his eyes.
"I've never had to wear one before I don't see why I have to now." Dan ground out, his jaw clenched.
"To my knowledge, Daniel, you've never decided to dye your hair before, so I guess this is a new experience for all of us." He responded, his voice dripping with distaste.
"What about Jaime's hair, huh? You've never said anything to her about her dyed hair so what's the big fucking deal with mine?" Dan shot back, his temper rising faster than he would have liked. His anger flared even further at being referred to as Daniel. Steve knew perfectly well that Dan didn't like his full name.
"She wears a hat, does she not?" Steve quipped.
Dan narrowed his eyes, but he didn't really have a smart-ass comeback for that because she did, it just wasn't because her hair was more red than a cherry was, but because of its length.
Not that Steve would fucking acknowledge that, though.
"Exactly." Steve said after Dan didn't immediately respond. "Put on the hat. And stop swearing."
Dan was about ready to explode, but this asshat's uncle was his boss and owned the whole damn shop and Dan barely had enough money as it was working as much as possible on a decent pay grade, so he really didn't need to get fired and have to work at minimum wage at some grocery store. Not to mention he would have to move or work roughly nonstop to pay his bills at that much of a pay cut.
So in the effort of his future, Dan bent down and picked up the hat, fitting it over his straightened hair with as much distaste as he could manage. Steve smirked and turned back around to continue beginning to brew coffee.
Angry and sufficiently humiliated, Dan shuffled about on his hands and knees, picking up all of the coins he dropped and sorting through them to put back into the register. They didn't say anything to each other, but then again words weren't needed to be able to feel the tension and utter hatred in the air between them.
After that, they finished the chores that they needed to accomplish without anything else being thrown or spilled, even if the split was uneven and Dan ended up doing the most of them. They opened and worked side by side in relative silence, serving a wide range of coffees in a short amount of time with a very abrupt influx of customers. The only thing that broke the monotone between them was the passive-aggressive bullshit Steve pulled. It was little shoves and almost-trips as Steve passed Dan, making Dan's blood rage in his ears because there was no way that he could go to his boss about this—Steve had his uncle wrapped around his little finger. God, he fucking hated Steve.
When Mary popped in not that long after opening, even she easily picked up on his sour mood.
"Why the long face, love? Is it because Jaime isn't in today?" She asked him, after exchanging their normal pleasantries.
Dan didn't really get the chance to answer before Steve was walking past him as Dan was in the midst of making Mary's coffee, bumping Dan out of the way. Dan hissed as some of the scalding hot liquid splashed up on his hand, pulling his hand away immediately on reflex and pressing the back of his hand to his mouth where he licked away the coffee and tried to sooth his skin. Dan lunged for the sink, turning on the cold water and thrusting his hand under it, breathing out a little in relief as the frigid water rushed over it. The skin where the coffee had made contact with was red and angry, throbbing and still hot to the touch when he dried his hands off. Dan bit his lip and gave Mary a sheepish almost-smile as he threw out the ruined coffee.
"Don't worry, I'll have another one for you in a minute." he muttered, already starting to make it. He was favoring his right, non-burned hand because his left ached something fierce, but it was fine. Everything was fine.
Mary, however, was frowning.
"Daniel slow down, I'm not in a rush. And please, for heaven's sake stop using your hand! You just burned it! Why don't you take a break and find a bandage for it, hun?" she cried shooing her hand at Dan from behind the counter as if to make him stop working herself.
Dan chewed at his lip again, a nervous habit he picked up years ago. He could technically take a break any time he needed if he was injured, and there was definitely a first-aid kit in the employee break room, but then again, Steve would probably give him hell over taking an unscheduled break, if anything call up his uncle after their shift and give him an earful about Dan "being clumsy" and "costing the business money". He looked down at his hand and noted the aggravated skin and dull pain, and decided he could make it until lunch. He could properly address it then—surely a few hours without care wouldn't be catastrophic.
"If you keep it up like that then you're only going to injure yourself more. Besides, I need to give that other young man a talking to that was no way to act." Mary continued, huffing and already looking past Dan as if she was trying to find Steve and chew his ear out for being a douche. The mental image made Dan smile, and he turned his attention back to her as he took his injured left hand off of the coffee machine.
"Hey, it's no problem, I've burned myself before." The last time being back during training, probably. "And don't worry, Mary, we've got bandages in the back." That Jaime would 100% let me go get, the only problem being that Jaime isn't here. "I'll fix myself up after I help you with your coffee." A few hours later, that is, but who's counting?
Mary didn't look convinced, but only set her lips in a tight line and watched carefully as Dan finished making her her replacement coffee like she would vault the counter and help him herself if Dan so much as injured himself even a tiny bit further.
After another stern warning to take care of himself and a death glare in Steve's direction, Mary shuffled her way out. Dan gave her a little wave and kept the small smile on his face until she was gone. However, immediately afterwards he let his smile slip and double-timed it over to the little door that separated the public from where the employees made coffee. He passed Steve, and when he gave Dan an incredulous look, Dan just pushed past him, giving him a bullshit excuse of needing to go to the bathroom.
And, technically, Steve couldn't complain about that, so, fucking suck it, Steve.
Dan shoved the door open with his shoulder and let out a breath of relief when there turned out to be no one else in there. He went immediately to a stall and locked the door, sitting on the toilet seat and pulling his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it, and before he could google information on burns via coffee, his eyes caught on several text notifications.
>> From: my maraschino cherry
hey dan, look i know this kind of sucks
but im kinda having a crisis? u remember
that acting role i was going for right? well i
got a call-back (!!!) and its in a few hours
and i cant come in to work today
i tried to sweet talk the boss into it NOT being
steve but idk if it worked
also
answer ur phone stupid i didnt want to type
all of this
plus i might have wanted to gush with u via
phone but whatevs
anyways im stopping by on my way back later
like probs around dinner so u know my pizza
toppings and we're going to iron shit out we've
got a lot to talk abt danny boy
(also get some ice cream in case this doesnt
go well kay ty)
The timestamp read to be somewhere around the time that Dan got up this morning, so as it turned out, yes, Jaime did tell him that she wasn't coming into work today, and he would have known that if he had only looked at his damn phone.
Dan read over the texts again and felt his heart surge for his best friend. Jaime had wanted to be a thriving actress since she was three, and so far had only gotten as far as school plays and extremely minor parts in bust shows. It was a dream that the both of them shared, but unlike Dan, Jaime was still going for it.
She auditioned for every opportunity that she got. Movies, plays, shows, anything. Sometimes, like now, she would get call-backs, but more times than not she wouldn't hear anything back. It wasn't because of her lack of talent, but mainly due to large productions looking for people that were already known, as much bullshit as it may be.
Dan remembered this one that she was going for. It was a musical that had so far received decent press and attention, and if Jaime could land a significant part in it, it could potentially help her career as an actress take off.
Smiling widely, Dan typed out a few texts congratulating her and wishing her the best of luck even if by now she would probably be mid-audition. He also readily promised the pizza and ice cream, but not after making sure to tell her that she wouldn't need it, because she was going to do great.
Dan looked at the clock on his phone, and sighed before slipping it away. If he spent any longer in the bathroom, it might start to look a tad suspicious to Steve, so he might as well avoid the WebMD diagnosis of his death-via-coffee-burn until lunch.
He exited the stall and caught his own eye in the mirror, fixing his blue hair under his hat so it didn't look too much of a mess before slipping back out of the bathroom and returning to his position behind the counter. Steve was in the middle of making a frowning CEO-looking guy his coffee, and there was luckily no one else in the queue.
"About time you got back. Damn you take longer than a girl." Steve muttered just loud enough for Dan to hear as he passed him. Dan bristled, but like normal didn't say anything back. He just took a deep breath and smiled at the mum and her young kids walking through the door and up to the register.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
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"Dan, why don't you make yourself useful and go wipe down the counter, yeah? My uncle isn't paying you to stand around and do nothing all day."
Gritting his teeth impossibly hard, Dan stomped over to the counter in question (that he had cleaned twice already today, and it was barely even noon), both of his hands in tight fists, one of them strangling the cleaning rag.
The few moments of calm and secondhand happiness for Jaime that he had had in the bathroom ended up carrying him over for an hour before he just sunk right back down to his previous state of miserableness from before. But that was a few hours ago. Now, he was seething and tired and about ready to snap.
He started to hate-clean the self-serve counter, roughly putting things back where they went after he wiped the surface down, and refilling the sugar so aggressively a uni student veered away from him with wide eyes.
Dan didn't give a flying fuck, he just wanted to go home.
He was nearly finished when a hand touched his arm. Immediately he tore away from the hand and threw down the rag, spinning around and already opening his mouth to just fucking scream at Steve because damnit Dan could take the verbal abuse but he would bring hell before he let Steve put his hands on him. He nearly choked when he found Phil standing there with concerned eyes, his hand still outstretched from where Dan ripped away from it.
"Dan?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together, "Are you okay?"
The fight in Dan just...drained out of him and he let out a deep sigh, feeling his shoulders droop and head fall. He ran a hand through his hair and gripped at the strands, messing it up and rucking up the hat on his head.
"Yeah I just…" He let the words fade, not even having the energy to try and come up with a summary of his morning brief enough that wouldn't worry Phil further.
Phil looked like he wanted to wrap Dan up in his arms and Dan honestly would have welcomed it, but in the universe's normal fashion, the chance went up in flames with a shout from Steve behind him.
"Dan, I'm going out for a cigarette, take over!" Steve called, not even waiting for Dan to acknowledge him and making straight for the door outside after walking right past the massive line of people waiting for service.
Swearing under his breath, Dan rushed past Phil to get behind the counter, helplessly giving Phil an apology over his shoulder.
By using probably all of his luck for the next year, Dan was able to give the half a dozen people in the queue their coffees without spilling a single one of them and in a relatively timely fashion, only one of the customers becoming annoyed with the slower than normal service.
That's what happens when there's only one person working the counter, asshat.
Dan ran up the latest person on the register and automatically started to run up another sale when someone else stepped up to the register. Dan put the money he had been handed from the last customer in the register tray as he half-heartedly greeted whoever was in line now.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
Out of the corner of his eye Dan saw the cleaning rag he had completely forgotten about and left behind plop down onto the counter and held back a sigh. If he was going to have a customer chew him a new one for accidentally leaving a rag out he was going to quit on the spot.
"Yes, I need you to take a break."
Dan breathed out as he recognized the voice. Phil. Of course, always Phil.
Dan laughed a little.
"If only, Phil."
"Dan…"
The tone of Phil's voice made Dan look up. Phil had the same look as before, but it was darkened by anger. Dan felt his stomach drop. Was Phil mad at him for something? What did he do?
Dan must have been too exhausted to try and mask his emotions because Phil sighed and grabbed Dan's hand over the counter.
"I'm not mad at you. Is that 'the guy' from earlier—the asshole Steve you were telling me about?"
The feeling of Phil's thumb dragging over Dan's knuckles was normally so soothing, but Phil had grabbed Dan's left one, also known as the hand that Dan had aggressively burned earlier thanks to his wonderful coworker. Hissing under his breath as Phil's gentle touch sent pain shooting up his arm, Dan withdrew his hand hastily. Phil looked hurt and surprised, but his gaze fell on Dan's burned hand and his gaze once again darkened. Dan wanted to cry but instead just shut Phil down from asking about it by hastily replying.
"Yeah. Jaime's at an audition, so she's not in today."
The bell above the door ran once again, and Dan pulled away further, reluctantly ready to deal with more customers. However, Steve walked through the opening, and Dan wasn't sure if he was more relieved at the prospect of not having to fill another order, or resigned to the end of his brief break from Steve.
Phil, however, brightened immediately and plastered on a fake smile.
"Ah, you must be Steve! Cool, Dan can take his lunch break now that you're back." And before Dan could try and tell Phil that that really wasn't how things worked, Phil was already reaching over the counter and stealing Dan's pin and apron, shoving them into Steve's arms with a bright smile. Steve sputtered, protesting, but Phil just straight up ignored him, turning to Dan and beckoning him. In a sort-of daze, Dan followed, and once he was out from behind the counter, Phil grabbed his non-burned hand and pulled him out the door of the coffee shop.
Phil gave Dan's hand a squeeze and looked back at him, his eyebrow once again knit and frowning. His eyes roved over Dan's frame, taking in his exhausted stature and overall ragged state of being. He frowned further and reached up, plucking the hat off of Dan's head.
"You shouldn't hide your hair."
Satisfied at the moment, Phil's attention shifted, and he hailed a taxi, opening the door for Dan and sliding in next to him, leaning up and telling the driver an address that Dan didn't quite hear before settling back into the seat. He draped his arm over Dan's shoulders and pulled the younger man into his side. Dan went willingly.
"Phil, where are we going? I'm still going to have to get back for the other half of my shift." He muttered, trying to will his body to relax.
"We're going home to my flat because you need a break. And don't worry, I'll have you back, but not after you get in some proper rest."
Dan tried to protest at that, because really, Phil didn't need to spend the money for a taxi just for a half and hour before Dan would have to go back, but Phil wouldn't hear it, just shushing him every time Dan tried to point out how they could have just stayed at the shop and that he wasn't worth the trouble.
"There would be no way that you could properly relax while in the same place as him. And besides this saves me from getting arrested for assault and buying a coffee just to dump on his head." Phil glowered as if the mere thought of Steve upset him, and Dan laughed, imagining passive Phil dumping a coffee on anyone.
"Don't laugh, someone has to defend your honor, Dan."
"Well thanks for assuming I have honor, you spoon," Dan laughed, bumping their shoulders together playfully. He still felt tired and drained as hell, but Dan felt a little bit better than he had been. Progress.
They were at Phil's flat in no time, Phil paying for the taxi despite Dan's protests and leading Dan up the steps afterwards.
Phil's flat was just as it was when Dan had last been in, and Dan kicked his shoes off at the door like he had last time before flopping face-first on the couch. He heard Phil move around in the flat for a few moments before Phil returned to the lounge. Dan didn't lift his head up from where it was shoved into the couch, but he did relax, even as Phil rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Can I see your hand? I have a bandage and some cream that should help you."
Dan wordlessly lifted his hand up, unsure of where Phil was standing over him since Dan was trying very hard to become one with the couch at the moment, but Phil just grabbed his hand by the wrist as gently as possible, leading it over and resting it palm down on Phil's knee. Curious, Dan unburied his head from the cushions and turned it. Phil was sitting on the table, a look of careful and intense concentration on his face as he grabbed the tube of cream, squeezing some out onto his fingers and massaging it into Dan's skin. It didn't hurt—Phil was too gentle for that—but Dan could still feel his face heating up and his breath catch a little.
It had been awhile since he had been treated like something precious.
He watched as Phil worked, and laughed as Phil rubbed the excess cream on his fingers onto his jeans with a grimace. Phil grabbed the little roll of gauze and started to wrap up Dan's hand, glancing up with a pout.
"Here I am, sacrificing my jeans to make you feel better and you're laughing at me. Remind me why I love you."
The comment was a passing thought, obviously not meant to be taken with too much weight, but it still had Dan's heart skip a what was probably a few beats in his chest. He knew that Phil didn't mean it like that, but the notion that he did still warmed Dan's body all over and had him smiling as he watched Phil bandage his hand.
When Phil was finished, he dropped a kiss onto Dan's knuckles.
"There we go, all better."
Phil left everything on the table and stood, walking out of his lounge and to his kitchen. Dan could hear him shuffling about—opening cabinets and rifling through the contents in his fridge.
"I've been putting off a trip to Tesco's for about a week now, so how does unhealthy snacks sound for lunch? Or we could always venture out and try to find something?"
Dan smiled even though he was alone in the lounge. Phil was offering up the opportunity to have a legitimate meal, but didn't he know by now that Dan would much rather hole up and eat junk, just the two of them?
"Bring on the snacks, Lester."
Phil came back with an armful of various snacks, and Dan peeled himself up off the couch so Phil didn't have to sit on top of him. Dan cheered when he saw that Phil had his favorite flavor of crisps and stole them from Phil with a wide grin. Phil pouted—or at least tried to—but Dan could see the smile peeking out as he turned on the TV. Phil flipped through the channels until they found a movie on that was worth watching for the little bit of time that they had until Dan had to get back to work, and settled back, sneaking a few crisps from Dan while he was at it.
They're sides were pressed completely together with how they were sitting, and even if he ended up getting a few stains on his shirt because he couldn't be bothered to get up and grab a napkin, or whining when Phil dragged him out of the flat and back to work, or pouting in the taxi ride back to the coffee shop, Dan was still soaking up all of Phil's time and attention, loving having him near enough to hold his hand and kiss him.
Dan ignored the glare from Steve as he walked back behind the counter, even shooting the guy a smile as he fitted the hat back on over his hair.
"You can take your lunch break now, thanks for covering."
Steve looked insanely suspicious and overall pissed, but Dan didn't care. His spirits were renewed and he felt refreshed. He could last the rest of his shift, no problem.
Dan smiled at the lady walking up to the register.
Summary: Things go wrong at a doctor appointment when Dan discovers that they’re doctor is homophobic, and causes a scene.
Dont ever touch my boyfriend again (ao3) - Allamazingfandomsarenotonfire
Summary: (Very) protective Dan freaks out when homophobic douchebags hurt Phil.
First Impressions - ultxmasunicornphanfics
Summary: pastel!Dan has to sit next to the new student on the coach on their journey to a school field trip. Queue jealous boyfriend punk!Phil. There’s also a food fight and protective!Phil.
Healing Bruises - oakleysfthoying
Summary: Dan has been in an abusive relationship for the past and has been too afraid to say anything to anybody. Phil walks in on Dan in the bathroom while he’s shirtless and sees his bruises. Dan doesn’t want to talk about it but Phil convinces him to, and he helps Dan get out of the abusive relationship that he’s been for the past couple months.
Hear The Song Of My Heart (ao3) - more_ships_than_a_harbour
Summary: Dan's class is assigned an older student to help tutor them but Dan's deaf. Phil is the cute librarian at his college who sees Dan emailing his friend complaining about it. Phil learns sign language and offers to help him. All Dan wishes for is to hear Phil say "I love you" just once.
I'm Hurt, But I'll Be Fine - oakleysfthoying
Summary: Phil starts going out with one of his friends, and while he seems to be completely in love with her… Dan doesn’t like her, and is very protective of his friend. Things go from bad to worse when Dan finds Phil’s girlfriend with another man.
It Wasn't Acting - klusterf-ck
Summary: Heartbroken after catching his boyfriend - Oliver - cheating, Phil decides to leave him but then two weeks later, the doorbell rings and there stood his now-ex-boyfriend claiming that he wants Phil back. Phil denies Oliver’s pleas, leading him to become more aggressive but after secretly listening in on the conversation, Dan decides to interfere.
Lactose Intolerance (ao3) - Band_obsessed
Summary: dan and phil being a bit concerned that something might be more serious with phil's stomachaches until he goes to the doctor. maybe dan convincing him to finally go?
Phil protects Dan because he loves him (ao3) - Murderhouselarry
Summary: Someone is rude to Dan at Tescos and it pisses Phil off he gets v protective over Dan.
Shut Your Mouth and Listen Closely (ao3) - SimplyUndead
Summary: (tw) Dan is mute with an unfortunate past. Phil is a nice boy with a warm heart and love to give.
That's The Beauty Of A Secret (ao3) - Malteser24
Summary: Phil loves being the only one to touch Dan. But sometimes, keeping their relationship in the dark, facing all the rumors from his peers - it can hurt.
Tilted - theshyauthor
Summary: Dan is at a club and he is fine, but then he’s suddenly not anymore as the world around him starts to spin. Phil is there to catch him.
"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you" (ao3) - IsThisUsernameTaken
Summary: Those bully's got what was coming to them for hurting my baby bear.
Dan has been doing ballet since he was little. Phil has been the boy next door. But they both grow up at some point.
Dan and Phil have been friends for years now and Phil has never missed a single performance of Dan. He always makes him promise that he’ll do great before the show starts. In return, Dan lets Phil play with his video games which doesn’t bother him at all and he’d let him play even if Phil didn’t watch his ballet performances. Dan was sure they’d stay together no matter what. He is so sure about this, he doesn’t mind when Phil refuses to let him into his house when friends from his school are over repeatedly. He doesn’t catch how Phil now calls him Dan instead of Danny. And he doesn’t even think twice about why Phil never walks him to the bus station anymore to make sure his old bullies don’t come back.
FTM trans!Dan is forced into going to school in a pushup bra by his mom because she washed his binder, otherwise known as his sports bras. Good boyfriend Phil comes in and gives Dan his hoodie, making sure his chest is well hidden to dull down Dan’s massive dysphoria. The bell rings before they get to class so they ditch and have sex at Dan’s house. Through singing Troye and kissing through giggles, Phil always makes Dan feel like the boy he knows he is.
(Warning: this contains vaginal sex,because Dan is FEMALE to MALE transgender)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester
Additional Tags: 2018, Spooky Week, But also, Memory Lane, Established Relationship
Summary:
A Spooky Week video is getting to Phil, but Dan asking “Are you okay?” has always had the immediate effect of making him feel far more okay than he could have expected.
A fic about checking in and a few of the many times Dan has done so.
