yoooooo lads whaddup i never thought i’d escape my last k tbh so i may or may not have shed a single tear when this happened. i’ve had my blog for less than a year and heck,,, it’s wild how big and life-changing this blog has become (i’d be sappier but lmao i’ll save that for my anniversary).
so wtf are url inspired drabbles?
i was in the shower when i got this idea so bear with me lol. what these are will be drabbles (fic under 1k words) based off your url. idk i like writing fic and thought this could be a kinda cute idea!
rules:
• must be following me
• reblog this post
• you must have a dnp related url!
• send me an ask off anon (specifying that you want one done)
• if you hate smut let me know! (just in case)
i’ll be tagging all these drabble with #urldrabble + #teddiiwrites / i’ll reply to your ask privately when i post your drabble! i will try my hardest to complete all the drabble but be patient! i’m a uni student doing finals and i work 2 jobs so i wont be able to write a dozen a day ya feel. anyways aaaaaa thank you so much for following me i’m just gonna go and be emo now lmao bye <3
url inspired drabble #3 - @danielpov
[read more here]
summary: dan gets distracted while looking at a sleeping phil
genre: fluff
word count: 618
Beside him, Phil was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, his lips parted slightly. His features were relaxed, all his lines had faded and he looked just like when Dan had met him; young and innocent. They were still young per say but he was never truly innocent. Neither of them was, really. Dan had grown to know Phil inside out and had learnt early on that his innocence was only skin deep. He loved that he got to shed that layer from him and discover the rawness of his personality; the quick wit, the filthy undertones, the compassion that was sometimes so overwhelming. Dan got all of that and more. He got all of Phil and was the only one who ever had. The only one that ever will.
His eyes trailed down Phil, drinking in every feature. The arch of his pale brow was always so perfect and Phil didn’t know how lucky he was to have such a slender arch instead of the bushy mess that Dan had to maintain. His brows weren’t the only feature that looked like it was carved by the gods, his cheekbones were so high and framed his face splendidly. Dan had spent many a night tracing the arch of his cheeks, his fingers gliding over milky skin as if he was entranced by his beauty. Maybe he was entranced, it wouldn’t be surprising. Not when the man in bed beside him was a sum of all things beautiful and godly.
Dan let his eyes linger on Phil’s lips, they were so pale and plump and felt as if they had been moulded to fit with his own. It was as if every part of Phil was made to fit Dan from his lips to his hands to the way they lay together. He wanted to duck down and steal a kiss but that meant pulling Phil from slumber but he didn’t want to do that just yet. Soon he would, when the sun pulls itself over the horizon but not yet. He wanted these moments to indulge.
Phil was shirtless beneath the sheets and he could see the delicate lines of his collarbones in the predawn light. His skin was almost pearlescent in this world of muted grey, lightly dusted with freckles and evidence of last night. Dan made sure he marked his claim low enough to hide beneath shirts, little love bites beneath his collarbone that will fade in a day or so, marks that Dan would be more than willing to replicate.
He wanted to pull the duvet down so he could marvel Phil’s slender limbs and lean torso but he didn’t want him to stir so he remained content with just staring at Phil’s softened features, his eyes falling back to Phil’s lips. He could spend all day staring at them if he could.
Dan couldn’t help a smile that melted onto his lips, small yet filled with fondness. He was the only one who got to see Phil this vulnerable, this delicate. In a few hours, they would have to wake up and he would get to feel those wonderous lips upon his but for now, he was at peace with just looking.
Next to him, Phil shifted, rolling towards Dan until he was curled into his torso. Dan wrapped an arm around Phil’s waist and in his sleep, Phil made a slight noise, an instinctual gratification of feeling Dan’s warm body next to his. Dan nuzzled Phil’s hair, breathing in the scent of his partner he loved so dearly. He could feel Phil’s breathes deepen and Dan allowed himself to close his eyes, drifting back into the realm of sleep with Phil snug in his arms.
summary: the taxi ride home after the boncas
genre: fluff
word count: 505
Champagne was racing through Phil’s body, warming him up, making his limbs feel as if they could float. They were in the taxi home with their three awards sitting on the seat opposite them, shining as they drove past street lights. Beside him, Dan was on his phone; the harsh white light reflected off his obnoxious suit, making it shimmer with the slightest movement.
Phil scooted over in the cab so his leg touched Dan’s. He felt tired and he knew Dan did too; celebratory champagne and hours of socialisation did that to them but just feeling Dan beside him was rejuvenating. Even through layers of clothes, Phil could feel the heat of Dan’s skin and he wanted to fold into Dan, encompassing him in Dan’s warm and his expensive aftershave.
“Hi sleepyhead,” Dan said. He stopped scrolling through his phone but kept the screen on so Phil looked over to see what he had been looking at. It was the boncas tag on twitter and on the screen was a picture of the moment he invited Dan onstage. It was the moment that held so much weight because only his name had been on that award, but he couldn’t celebrate it alone. Not when his other half had been such an integral part of who he was today.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Phil sighed, leaning his head on Dan’s shoulder.
Dan tilted his head onto Phil’s, “Thank you for sharing your award with me. You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t,” Phil agreed, “But I wanted too. We did some brilliant things this year and you were next to me every step of the way.”
Dan pressed a kiss on Phil’s hair, “I’ll be next to you forever, Phil. You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”
“Good,” a grin pulled at Phil’s lips. “Sharing the rest of our lives sounds nice.”
“You’re a such a sap when drunk,” Dan chuckled lightly. He brought an arm up around Phil, pulling him closer so their bodies were pressed together.
They fell into silence, the sounds of London whirring past them in the taxi. Phil nestled into Dan’s side; his limbs still felt airy, but Dan’s arm slung over him was enough to keep Phil grounded. He felt so lucky. So ridiculously lucky to be able to have this moment; tucked under his partner’s arms with their awards across from them; objects that signified the world they have built together.
Phil closed his eyes. Dan’s gentle breathing, the steady vibrations of the taxi, and the alcohol within him lulled Phil, making him want to sleep. They were almost home but Dan was so warm and even though his jacket felt scratchy against Phil’s cheek he didn’t want to move. Being in Dan’s arms was a perfect way to end their night.
“Dan?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for coming on stage tonight.” Phil turned his head to press a kiss on Dan’s shoulder.
Dan squeezed Phil, “Didn’t want the universe to rip in half.”
url inspired drabble #4 - @dxntasies
[read them all on ao3]
summary: phil doesn’t believe in fairies until he meets dan
genre: fantasy
word count: 1k
Phil rubs his eyes because he doesn’t believe what he’s seeing. It must be a dream. He has to still be dreaming. There’s no bloody way this wasn’t a dream.
He grabs his glasses from the bedside table because even though he could make out the glowing shape in his room, the world was still a blur. Maybe putting on his glasses would make the glow go away. It probably wasn’t even what he thought it was. It was probably just a bug. A bug that glows and was somehow in his bedroom even though every window was closed.
As he slips his glasses on the world around him came into focus. It was dark in his bedroom with only street lamps illuminating his room. Well, lamps and the glowing shape fluttering at the end of his bed brighter than a candle flame.
Phil pinches himself, making sure it was not a dream. The pinch hurt. This was really happening.
There was a fairy in his room. An actual fucking fairy.
He turns on the light, “Hello?”
He doesn’t know if speaking would help. He doesn’t even know if what was at the end of his bed was real. Let alone if it could understand English.
“Bloody hell!” The fairy replies. It was a small voice; a little bit high but very much British. “You can see me! Oh no, this is bad this is very bad!”
“What the-” Phil responds, confused. “What are you?”
“We can’t!” It sounded panicked, moving from its hover in favour of fluttering around the room like a moth caught in a light.
“Calm down!” Phil says although he didn’t know if that was directed at the fairy or himself. This was surreal. None of this could possibly be happening. Fairies didn’t exist, they were just children's tales.
“You’re not supposed to see me!” The fairy stops flying around in mayhem. Instead, he hovers right in front of Phil, close enough that he could make out his features.
The fairy would only be about six inches tall, maybe a bit more, but he seemed tall which was ridiculous because Phil had nothing to gauge his assumption. He had brown hair, like chestnuts, curled perfectly, and warm brown eyes, blown wide with panic. What caught his attention though was its wings. In children’s books, fairies tended to have colourful wings, pinks and purples and all those bright pretty colours, but his were the opposite. This fairy had massive wings blacker than the night sky, stretching out behind him, fluttering quickly. He was absolutely beautiful. So beautiful in fact that Phil had a harder time accepting how breathtaking something could look instead of accepting that an actual mythical creature was talking to him.
He looked as if he had come straight from a fairy tale and maybe he did. Maybe this was all a figment of Phil’s imagination after reading too much fantasy.
“Are you real?” Phil asks even though he already probably knows the answer.
“Are you?” The fairy responds, folding his arms across his chest.
“Of course I am,” Phil was taken aback, not expecting to be asked this question
The fairy rolls his eyes, “Just because humans can’t see me doesn’t make me any less real.”
If he wasn’t so small Phil would have interpreted the action as annoyed but something so small couldn’t be anything but cute.
“Why can I see you?” He asks.
The fairy shrugs, “You weren’t meant to wake up.”
Phil tilts his head, curious, “Does that mean you do this often?”
The fairy hesitates before replying, “You’re interesting.”
“I’m not,” Phil chuckles. “You’re the interesting one here. Do you have a name?”
“Dan.”
“Dan?” Just Dan?”
“What did you expect? Rowan Leafshine Healer of the Butterfly Starlight Clan?” Dan seems indignant but a smile pulls on his lips.
“I mean…” Phil trails off. Dan was right. He did expect something more fantasy-like. Not Daenerys style with an endless list of titles but at least a something more tied to nature. Not plain old Dan. That was a name any lad could have. It doesn’t sound right to call a creature so delicately beautifully something so human.
“And you’re Phil,” The fairy chuckles and it’s the most melodic sound Phil has ever heard. If everything beautiful in nature could be a sound, that was what Dan’s laugh sounded like.
“How do you know that?” Phil asks once he gets over how mesmerising Dan’s laughter was.
Dan moves closer until he is hovering only inches from Phil’s face.
He lowers his voice when he responds, “Secret fairy wisdom that I cannot share with such a lowly creature.”
Phil wants to laugh but instead he has the urge to touch Dan. He wants to know what a fairy feels like in the palm of his hand. Is Dan light like a feather or heavy? Does the light he is washed in make his body warm or is he cool to the touch? What intricate details do his wings contain that Phil can’t see while they’re moving. He has so many curiosities he wants to be answered.
“Can I?” Phil holds out his hand, an invitation for Dan to land on it.
Dan hesitates, his eyes flick down, observing the offer. It looks as if he almost take it but before he could, Dan freezes as if realisation hit him. At least, that’s what it looks like to Phil
“I have to go,” Dan says, his wings picking up pace as he moves out of Phil’s reach, back to the end of the bed.
“Will you return?” Phil asks but he never gets an answer. The light that was emitted from Dan vanishes in an instant and he is gone. Dan is no longer in his bedroom and Phil just sits there, blinking out of disbelief.
When Phil wakes up the next day he could almost pass what had happened as a dream caused by too many late nights reading but something caught his eye as he made his bed; almost translucent shimmer where Dan had been flying above. His bed was covered in fairy dust and Phil couldn’t help but smile. He never believed in fairies but now he did. Their meeting was effervescent but the black-winged fairy with the extraordinarily average name was real.
