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copyrightedsnakes · 7 years

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This River Is Wild

Title: This River Is Wild

Length: ~5k

Summary: Phil decides to attend a show put on by the circus traveling through town. When he stumbles across a boy with brown eyes and bruises, he knows he has to do something.

Warnings: cursing, violence/abuse, mentions of alcohol, Dan and Phil are kids for a large majority of the fic (is that a warning? idk)

Author’s Note: will I ever write a normal phanfic again? here’s to hoping. anyway, here’s a oneshot. it was inspired by the song this river is wild by the killers (though the song and the fic aren’t similar at all so idk how that happened. I still ended up putting song lyrics at the end bc I’m a loser) annnnnnd yeah. I don’t really know what this is but I hope you guys like it anyway.

As a seventeen year old with rent to pay, Phil knows he probably shouldn't have bought a ticket to the circus. After seeing posters for the event all over town however, childhood nostalgia took over and he couldn't help himself, getting off the train and heading down to the fairgrounds. The ground is thick with fallen leaves, colors of orange and red and brown swirling around him as he walks, approaching the giant red tent on the horizon, where a slightly unsettling clown on stilts is collecting tickets and smiling down at children. He and an abnormally muscular man in suspenders are guarding the open gate, the only visible entrance or exit in the portable fence surrounding the event. Phil is granted entry without a second glance, heading into the big top to watch the performance.

He's arrived rather early, able to watch as spectators fill the stands. His proximity to the ground enables him a few peeks behind the curtains whenever someone walks past too fast behind them, and seconds before the show starts Phil sees the face of a young boy peek between the curtains, seeing his big brown eyes for only a moment before he disappears again. Then a drumroll begins, a spotlight falls on the center of the tent, and the boy strides out. He has on a too-large suit, complete with a top hat pulled over his shaggy brown curls, slightly ragged coattails, and black shoes shined within an inch of their life. He raises his arms to the surrounding crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show!" His voice rings around the tent from a portable headset, the microphone a black sphere near his mouth.

He's the ringleader, to Phil's surprise. He can't have been more than thirteen or fourteen though he looks much smaller, his baggy clothes doing more to extenuate his tiny arms and legs than to hide them. He's obviously talking from a script but he does rather well, only a few stumbles to his bright voice, every gesture large and sweeping for everyone to see. And the performances go without a hitch, with clowns and acrobats and little dogs doing tricks.

"Please welcome Pierre, our fearless lion tamer!"

A hush falls over the crowd as a genuine, larger than life lion walks out, led on a thick rope by a man Phil assumes is Pierre, a white tank-top tucked into his orange and red pinstripe pants. Spotlight hits the lion's face, and he growls.

"Pierre can't do this trick on his own." The ringmaster says, as Pierre curls his goatee with a spindly finger. "We will need a volunteer!"

Hesitant chatter breaks out, no one seemingly keen on getting too close to the beast, and Phil finds himself raising his hand. The ringleader meets his eye for a moment before waving him over. There's a smattering of applause as Phil walks out, a second spotlight following him.

"Our fearless volunteer will now place his head inside the lion's mouth!"

Phil didn't know that was what he'd agreed to, turning to the creature and being met with the large maw opening, it's teeth sharp and it's tongue very red. Obediently, Phil lowers his head, hot breath surrounding his face.

He feels the lion move before seeing it, ducking away, a loud snap and rumbling growl echoing throughout the tent as the lion's jaw closes fast, being yanked harshly up on its hind legs by the lion tamer. Phil stumbles back, his wrist grabbed tightly by the little ringleader, who tugs him into a bow. Stunned applause crashes over them, the lion being pulled back into submission as Phil glances over to the teenage boy in the coattails. He's surprised to see a huge, hand-shaped bruise wrapped around his tiny forearm as his sleeve falls back to lift Phil's arm into the air. He also can't help but notice how his smile, slightly gaunt upon closer inspection, doesn't reach his eyes at all as he thanks Phil and sends him back to his seat. It's concerning and distracting and Phil can't think of anything else, his mind still troubled on his walk back home. He shoves his hands into his pockets, freezing on the spot at the extra space for his fingers. His wallet is missing. He knows he had it upon entering the fairgrounds but that's as much as he can remember, turning tail and beginning to walk back. It has to be somewhere at the circus.

A few floodlights is all he has to see by as he approaches, night already heavily fallen. The gate is locked but that's barely a surprise, Phil walking around the perimeter before he finds a stretch of tent that's dark and on the outskirts, scaling the chain link and dropping down behind a set of barrels. He's about to move when something--someone, he realizes a second later--stumbles out of the tent nearby, falling into the dirt. The muscular gatekeeper he'd seen before follows out after, his footfalls heavy under his weight, fisting a meaty hand into the first person's shirt. He has to grab a large amount of the material, pulling the person up to their knees, and Phil finally sees his face. It's the tiny ringleader from the show.

"Th' hell wassat?" He says, shaking the boy. His voice is thick and sluggish, and he sounds drunk.

"I--" The boy begins, a 'smack!' ringing through the air and he's hit across the face.

"There was almost blood on our hands today becaussa you." The man growls, and Phil is reminded of the lion from earlier in the most horrible way.

"But that was Pierre, not--" The boy falls silent again, but not from being hit; he's caught Phil's eyes in the darkness, averting his gaze a second later. Phil knows he needs to do something, about to move when the boy is thrown back to the ground, the man turning away.

"Good fer nothin'." He grumbles, heading back to the tent he came from, his walk uneven from intoxication as he tromps away on his thick legs. The boy stays there in the dirt for a few minutes, his bangs obscuring his face as he lays on his side. Phil wants to go to him to help, but the boy is in plain view of the tent entrance, and the last thing he wants is to cause more trouble.

Thankfully, the boy does sit up, wiping furiously at his face with the back of his fists before moving over to Phil's hiding place.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes and nose are red and while he isn't crying anymore, he still looks scared. "If you're caught they'll kill you."

Phil doesn't know how real that threat actually is, but his wallet has all of his money and the key to his apartment, so there's no point in going back home without it. And he tells the boy so, who gives him a look before turning away.

"I'll help you, follow me."

They weave behind tents and through shadows to avoid being caught in the lights, and Phil can't help but feel that the boy has done this before. It's not until they reach the large tent where the show had taken place earlier that day that he relaxes, and Phil feels safe to speak.

"What's your name?" He asks as they walk towards the spectator stands. "I'm Phil."

"Daniel." The boy replies, glancing up at him for a moment.

"How old are you, Dan?"

This questioning look is held longer, but still Dan answers.

"Thirteen." He says, and Phil isn't surprised. "You look old."

"I'm seventeen." Phil tells him, stooping down to start looking under some seats. "I just graduated from high school."

He spots his wallet sitting nearly exactly he'd expected it to be, on the ground near where he'd been sitting. He grabs it, and as he straightens up he hears the unmistakable grumble of a hungry stomach. He knows the sound isn't him.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet?" He asks Dan. Dan wraps his little arms around his torso, avoiding Phil's eyes.

"I don't get food tonight, because the lion almost ate you." He says quietly. Phil's mouth opens in indignation at the unfairness of it all.

“Nobody is giving you dinner tonight? But you need to eat.” Dan is much tinier than he should be already; his shirt is an adult’s, dwarfing him, tucked into a pair of shorts that are cinched up so tightly that they’re bunched up on all sides. Dan doesn’t look at him, simply shrugging. Phil wishes he had anything to give Dan to eat.

“Where are your parents?” Phil finds himself asking. Dan just shakes his head.

“I live here.” He says.

"So why don't you leave?"

"Leave?" Dan echoes, his eyes going wide as he finally looks over.

"They're not feeding you, and I know they abuse you. I saw it." His eyes go back to the bruise on Dan's arm, the mystery of it now solved. Dan sees his gaze and does a motion that looks like an impulse, an attempt to tug his sleeve down over his hand, but the movement is futile; his shirt, stretched and worn, has short sleeves.

"I don't have anywhere to go." Dan finally says. "But you have your wallet now, so you should leave."

Phil wants to protest, or do something, but Dan just slips between the tent curtains and back out onto the fairgrounds and he has to be quiet. He's led to a stretch of fence more out of the way and optimal for climbing, Dan giving him a last look and disappearing into the darkness.

By the time Phil wakes up the next morning, knows he has to do something. He can’t just stand by and let the circus roll out of town with Dan in tow. He’s unsure of what plan he’s actually going to put into motion, but he mulls over a few options as he gets dressed. If Dan has any family, he should live with them, but Phil feels that he probably doesn’t, not if he’s living with a traveling circus troupe. Or he could take Dan to an orphanage, but the thought of not knowing what could happen to Dan yet again makes him uncomfortable. He’s leaning towards his last option, the one the most far-fetched and unrealistic. He thinks Dan could come live with him.

He knows he probably doesn't make enough money to support both himself and another person, and that his pathetic apartment isn't optimal for raising a kid, even if the kid is already in his teens, but he also knows that his twin-sized futon, lawn table and chairs, and reused plastic dishware is better than malnourishment and abuse. He packs a bag of snacks and clothes that don't fit him anymore and heads out, his resolve in his plan strengthened.

He doesn't make it to the fairgrounds until noon, but the area is still closed to the public as the show doesn't start until evening. Thankfully there aren't many people milling around, Phil climbing the fence easily. It's that moment that he realizes he has no idea where to find Dan, eventually deciding to simply poke his head in a tent nearby and hope for the best.

Dan isn't in there, met instead with the sight of a single man sitting at a table. His back is to Phil, a sponge in hand and halfway through applying white face paint, bent nearly double in front of a small mirror. Phil's shadow alerts the man of his presence, but thankfully he doesn't turn around.

"The hell are you doing? Go and get ready." His voice is nasally and grating.

"I'm looking for Dan, do you know where he is?" Phil asks, hoping the man doesn't recognize the unfamiliarity of his voice.

"Still cleaning up after lunch, probably. What d'you need him for?"

The man begins to swivel in his chair so Phil ducks out, leaving before he's seen. He doesn't know when lunch is served either, but now he has something to look for instead of just ducking his head in every tent he comes across.

The smell of food helps, and before long Phil sees him, washing dishes in a trough-like metal bucket.

"Want some help?" Phil asks him, unable not to smile as Dan's eyes go wide. Dan however, doesn't smile back.

"Why are you here?" He asks again, but his voice isn't as hushed this time, much to Phil's relief.

"I brought you some things." Phil says, digging through his bag. "Some clothes, some food... It's not much, but I thought you might need it."

Dan's face is a mask of full surprise, dropping the last of the dishes on a towel in the grass and accepting the bag when Phil offers it. He looks at Phil questioningly, but doesn't ask anything.

"Let's go to my room." He says instead. "No one will look for us there."

Dan's room is less of a room and more of a cramped corner behind a curtain, the floor space just enough room to sleep. There's no mattress, or comforter, or anything like that, just a mess of thin blankets and old clothes strewn about the floor. Dan plops himself down in the middle of the mess, Phil doing the same and watching him rummage through what Phil brought. He holds up each piece of clothing to see how it fits, Phil noticing that many of them are too large.

"They're a bit big, sorry." He says, but Dan's enthusiasm doesn't fade in the slightest and Phil realizes that these clothes, despite being a few sizes too big, will still fit better than what Dan already owns, the holey adult-sized shirts and sweatpants cinched incredibly tightly around the waist that drag along the ground.

"Dan, I need to talk to you about something." Phil begins, having no idea how to proceed. Dan pulls himself from his exploration, meeting Phil's eyes.

"What?" He asks. There's a small bit of light in his eyes that Phil's never seen before, though he gets the feeling it's not from a lack of noticing.

"This is going to be strange, because we don't know each other well, and I know that, but... I can't leave you here like this."

Dan simply blinks at him.

"I think you should leave, and I want to help to get you out of here. To the police, or a relative, if there's someone you could live with." He feels there probably isn't, if Dan is here instead. He stops again, but Dan is still simply watching and listening, able to tell he isn't finished. "Or if you want, you could live with me. I have my own place, and it isn't much, but it isn't this." He gestures around. Dan's eyes fall to his hands in his lap, fingers curling around the pair of blue shorts he's holding.

"You can still keep those." Phil says quickly. "They were a gift, sort of. I don't need them anymore."

"I just... I can't go." Dan's voice is quiet. "I can't leave."

"And why not? Other people can learn your lines, or wash the dishes."

"He..." Dan trails off for a moment, Phil knowing he's probably referring to the man he'd seen throwing Dan around the day before, the man seemingly in charge. "I should be grateful. These people took me in when I didn't have anywhere to go. That makes them my family, right?"

These words sound like a regurgitation of things Dan has had said to him, possibly by the owner that throws him around, and it makes Phil’s blood boil.

"Nobody that hurts you is your family." He says vehemently. "Whether you’re related to them or not. That's not what family does."

Dan falls silent, his eyes still on his hands. They hear someone stumble in, Dan's head shooting up and his eyes widening as he places a finger over his lips, telling Phil to be quiet. Phil nods back.

"Danny boy!" Yells a gruff voice. "You in there?"

"Yes sir!" Dan yells back.

"Get your ass ready, we have a show tonight! And make sure you practice your damn lines this time."

"Yes sir."

The intruder leaves, Dan's chest falling.

"I really should get ready." He says, getting to his feet. Phil bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from protesting, despite how much he wants to. This has to be Dan's decision.

"Well, just... Just think about it, okay?"

"We don't have a show tomorrow." Phil reaches up to pull back the curtain and make his exit, but Dan’s words stop him. "So if you wanted to... To visit me, or something, you could."

"Do you want me to?" Phil asks carefully.

"Yes."

"Okay, I will."

Dan finally looks at him, a small smile on his face.

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Phil."

Phil smiles back before stepping out, only one thought on his mind. I have to save this kid.

As he's walking out he passes by the circus owner. His fist clenches without him realizing but he doesn't dare swing; this man towers over him in height and brawn combined, and Phil isn't supposed to be here, anyway. His attempt to simply slink past the man doesn't work either though.

"Hey!" The man stops him, grabbing hard on his shoulder. When Phil looks over, the man's eyes are traveling over him, narrowed, the rest of his face bunched up in a way that suggested he was smelling something particularly foul. "Who the hell are you?"

"Nobody." Is all Phil can still think to say. The man shoves his chest, Phil stumbling back a few paces.

"Okay, smartass. Get the fuck off my property."

Dan meets Phil outside the fence the next day, a small ways down the road. He's wearing all new clothes and Phil is pleased to see that they at least fit him a bit better, but the comfort from that revelation is completely dampened by the cut Dan is sporting on his left cheekbone. It isn't deep, more of a scrape, and Dan tells him he got it from falling. There's a greenish purple bruise that's blossomed out from the ripped skin, and Phil can't help but wonder if Dan fell on his own. But Dan is smiling, so he doesn't ask.

"Where do you want to go?" Phil asks, and Dan just shrugs back as they start walking. Phil starts walking into the city, figuring he'll think of something when he gets there.

It's amusing in a sad way, how Dan looks around and points in wonder at the most mundane things, Phil realizing that while Dan has probably been to most of the country--if not the continent--with the traveling circus, he probably didn't see much outside fairground. It gives Phil a few ideas.

"I think we need milkshakes." He tells Dan, leading the way to the newest fast food joint. The smell of the food is too enticing though, and the end up getting full meals and sitting inside. Dan's injured face and disheveled appearance gets them a lot of looks from a lot of people, and maybe it's the stares that has Dan reaching up to hold his hand as they exit with ice cream. Phil's already spent more than he should this week but he can't seem to help himself with Dan there, exiting a shop more than once with a few new knick-knacks in Dan's pockets. Phil keeps an eye on the time, and about a half hour before sunset they start heading back, Phil presuming that it would be easier to sneak back in near dark. He tries not to think about what they're returning to, but it becomes impossible as he watches the full, genuine smile that grew on Dan's face about an hour ago slowly wither. Then it dies completely, Dan stopping in his tracks, the slight tug on Phil's hand making him stop too.

"I don't want to go back." Dan says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Leaving home is scary, but... I don't want to go back."

"You don't have to." Phil says, and suddenly he's scared too, scared of the responsibility he's giving himself. Scared of failing Dan. "You don't need to go back there ever again."

"I want to live with you."

Phil lets himself hear the words, lets them fully crash over him before kneeling down in front of Dan so he could properly look him in the eye.

"Are you sure?"

Dan's lip quivers--he looks as though he's about to cry--but he bites it, and his voice is steady when is answers.

"I am."

"Okay." Phil straightens up, and he can't help but smile. "Let's go."

But still Dan doesn't move, even when Phil tugs him in the other direction. Phil gives him a questioning look, and Dan looks apologetic in response.

"I'm sorry, but... The clothes you gave me. I want them."

"Couldn't that wait until tomorrow?" Phil doesn't want Dan going back; the owner will have doubtlessly have noticed his little ringleader's absence, and the possible repercussions scare Phil.

"We're packing up tomorrow and... And leaving." Dan explains. "This is really my last chance."

Phil looks down at Dan's hopeful face before sighing.

"Okay." He says. "Let's make it fast."

Dan gives him the tiniest of smiles, and they set off again towards the circus grounds. The sunset is ahead of them as they arrive, but it seems far off, dusk already settled in around them. They both scale the fence, Dan nimbler than Phil himself, but they've barely gotten their feet on the ground before a roaring growl reaches their ears.

"Where the fuck is that little shit?!"

"Run." Phil hisses, but Dan isn't moving. Phil can see his silhouette shaking, realizing he’s probably too afraid and doing the moving for him, grabbing Dan’s hand and breaking into a run. Phil doesn't know where he's going but thankfully the pull spurs Dan into action and he leads the way, his little legs moving so fast that Phil actually has a hard time keeping up.

They duck into Dan's room to find it thoroughly torn apart. Dan runs around, gathering clothes in his arms, and as Phil finds the bag and holds it open, all he can think is that this isn't worth it at all.

"Okay." He closes the bag once Dan puts the last piece of clothing into it and loops it around the boy's neck. "We need to go."

Dan nods--his jaw is clenched, his eyes wide and scared, taking Phil's hand and exiting the tent. He goes out first and crashes into the owner, unable to stop in time, the collision knocking him off his feet. Phil catches him under the arms, looking up at the giant man. He looks back at Phil, his eyes narrowing as recognition crosses them.

"You!" He growls, jabbing Phil in the chest with an unsteady finger. "You're stealing 'im from me."

Dan scrambles a little to get his feet under him, but when he does he doesn't try to bolt like Phil wishes he would; he's paralyzed, staring up at the giant man breathing down at them. He lunges forward and grabs a fist full of Dan's shirt, who begins whimpering out apologies.

"I oughta slap you silly, boy." He says, his voice dangerously low. "I oughta teach you a lesson, you ungrateful little tick."

"Let him go!" Phil yells, swinging his arm and hitting the man in the jaw. Pain shoots up his arm from his knuckles and he bites down a yell of agony. He can tell he's hurt himself more than the circus owner; he’s poked the bear with a stick, the man red faced and furious, his eyes flashing dangerously. He throws Dan aside, the boy landing heavily, sprawled in a heap in the grass. But he's out of the owner's grip now, and that's all Phil really cares about.

He has to duck quickly as the owner's fist flies towards his face, jumping aside. The man is strong, but all the muscle makes his movements slow. Phil is able to dodge him but not much else, hoping Dan will soon get up so they can make a break for it. A crowd has gathered, everyone peeking around tents and pretending they're not watching, making no attempts to intervene.

Phil decides he needs to help Dan to his feet, getting as close to the owner as he dares and jabbing two fingers towards his face. The man closes his eyes but Phil's fingers still meet their mark, scratching at his eyelids, and he howls like a wounded animal, lurching away. Phil, shocked to find blood on his hand as he pulls it back, tries to ignore that and runs over to Dan instead.

"Can you get up?"

"My ankle..." Dan starts, but a wild roar cuts him off, and Phil is hit squarely in the stomach, flying off his feet. He rolls on his side and wraps an arm around his torso, struggling to both breathe and to not throw up.

"I'll kill you, you fucker!" There's blood running down the side of his face from a cut under his eyebrow that Phil's nails must have made, his face having gone from red to purple in anger, his veins bulging. He lurches forward, and for a wild moment Phil thinks he's going to tackle him, but then he crashes to the ground next to him instead, falling to his knees.

Dan's standing behind him, extremely pale and unsteady, a large wooden board falling from his hands. Phil doesn't waste any time waiting for the man to get up, grabbing the board from Dan's grip and smashing it into the back of the man's head. Phil swears he hears the man's nose crunch as he hits the dirt and thankfully he doesn't move to get up, writhing and cursing on the ground. Phil takes a full breath in, taking Dan's hand to get him towards the gate. Dan is hobbling, favoring his left ankle, but he's hobbling quickly.

"I hit him." Dan says. He sounds breathless, like he's on the urge of panicking, and Phil is reminded all over again just how young Dan is, how small he is and how innocent he's supposed to be, and feels a heavy rush of emotion. "The board I hit him in the knees with... I think it had a nail in it."

"Good." Phil says, trying to breathe himself. "How is your ankle? Are you okay?"

"I can walk, I think."

They're far enough away that Phil feels a little safer, slowing their pace to a more comfortable walk for Dan. Phil's mind is reeling, caught up in disbelief about what he'd just done, but when he thinks about it he finds no remorse or sympathy for the bloody, balding lump they'd left behind. He takes the bag from Dan to carry it himself, and Dan looks up at him.

"Where are we going?" He asks. Phil sighs, filling his lungs with the crisp autumn air and giving Dan a small smile.

"Home."

A light fall breeze comes in through the window, gently tossing the curtains and running nicely over Phil’s bare shoulders. His hand fumbles at the bedside table for a moment before finds his glasses with his fingers, picking them up and putting them on. The movement causes the blankets to stir though, and he hears a slight sigh from his left, glancing over at the man next to him and unable not to smile.

Dan is waking up, the late morning sunlight hitting his face and making him look wonderful. He catches Phil staring, smiling a little bit before rolling to press his face into Phil’s neck and wrap an arm around him.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t help it.” Phil confesses, laughing a little. He feels Dan smile wider, and there’s a comfortable silence, Dan burrowing a little deeper into the blankets.

“I love sleeping on a mattress.” He says, Phil looking down at him in surprise.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve told me that.” He remarks, wondering if he should worry. The existence of a mattress, and the ability to sleep on one was something Dan thoroughly enjoyed when he first came to live with Phil, a significant improvement over the pile of clothes on the ground he had in his tent. As he’d grown though, the novelty had worn off. They’d both grown, lived and worked and flourished, and somewhere along the line, years later, they realized they also had fallen in love. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” Dan asks, lifting his head. His hair is everywhere, obscuring his face, Phil reaching down to fix it. “Yeah. I’m just… I don’t know. Thinking about stuff this morning.”

“A dream?” Usually, when Dan’s thinking back on his childhood, it’s because of some nightmare. Dan frowns, shaking his head.

“No, nothing like that. I’m just…” He presses a kiss to the closest part of Phil he can reach, the skin on his neck, right under his chin. His voice is soft. “Thanks for saving my life.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“I know.”

“So how many times do I need to tell you until you believe it?” Dan’s brown eyes find his and he laughs a little, looking slightly abashed, Phil leaning in to give him a kiss. “I’m just glad I found you, Dan.”

“Yeah.” Dan sighs, collapsing back onto the pillows and Phil watches him, watches his gaze on the leaves falling outside. “I’m glad you did too.”

I just want to show you what I know // and catch you when the current lets you go 'Cause it's a long, long, long way down

#phanfiction #phanfic #my fic #this is probs weird I'm sorry in advance #I've had the idea for a while tho #that's how phanfics work with me tho #that's why they're so few and far between #I've gotta have an idea #and then mull it over for like 5 months #but anywayyyyyyyyyy #idk

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twopoppies · 2 years

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About your Dan ask as a D&P fan thought I could add this....

It's NOT the same situation. If you actually watched Dan's coming out video you would know he was getting called slurs before he even knew what that was. And had a bad experience that made him not want to be out to the point he wasnt out to his family until he was 27. S you can't compare Dan who wasn't ready to come out and use what he said to L&H who have been very loud about who they are and how they feel. They constantly give hints to us that they are a couple and are gay and WANT to be out but they can't bc of the homophobic industy they work for.

So it's not the same

About Dan hating Phan tho if he hated it so much why did he read Phan fics with Phil for videos back in the day and why did he himself write a vampire fanfic where he thinks Phil is dead, goes to his funeral, cried at a tree only for a vampire Phil to show up at the tree and do THIS so they can be together forever ???

If he hated it so much not sure why he did stuff like this that would egg on Phannies to believe in Phan. Like sure he can't stop the whole "Heart Eye Howell" thing he did anytime Phil went off about something he was passionate about BUT you could NOT read or write some very interesting Phanfics that you KNOW would egg on Phannies.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE FANFIC PHIL WROTE WHERE HE GAVE BIRTH TO HARRY STYLES IN THEIR LIVING ROOM AND DAN WAS FREAKING OUT !!!

I still stand by my thoughts Phil didn't care that Phannies existed and based on the fact his coming out video was short, sweet, filled with funny jokes and him making it known he was out since college AND it was posted a few days after Dan's he only didn't come out sooner out of respect for Dan who wasn't ready to bc he knew if he came out it would shine a light on Phan rumors.

Either way Dan made it clear in his video he wasn't ready to come out to anyone Phil might have been the only one who knew for years where as Louis and Harry are very LOUD about them being a couple and WANT people to know but are in an industry where they CAN'T be public.

Thank you, Bria. I know you're a Dan and Phil fan, so you know a lot more about the dynamic than I do.

in reference to this

#coming out #fandom dynamics

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fictropes · 3 years

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Okay you're so talented what the hell??? How do you write like that, how does your lovely brain work like that I can't...I wanted to ask you I'm curious since we're all in love w what you create, what are your favourite phanfics or works that inspire you??//you can totally say some of yours too, I would!

Ohhh😭💖 Thankyou so so much! I am gonna get... a massive head today lmao. 🥺💖

Oooo, outside of fic writers Richard siken ... my beloved. And honestly the National songs! A lot of my fics are national titles lmao. Book wise I don’t really read like.. specific authors?Just whatever ones I like the look of so author wise I have nothing. I do love a Rom com tho as u can probably tell

Here wise I will give u the people I’d been reading for years , like the people who inspired me to actually do my own stuff. I’d say they all have very different styles but they’re all so excellent and I got so much joy from reading all their stories. And I owe them all a Thanku for inspiring me even when they didn’t know it. So!!!!! @ahappydnp @alittledizzy @parentaladvisorybullshitcontent @chickenfreeblog @sierraadeux @indistinct-echo @dayevsphil @jestbee @judearaya and art thief fic will literally forever own my heart... and Ofc wavey. I read these people for years and god... they’re all so special and I hope they all know they’re a gift and I’m so thankful they’ve shared their stories with us! because without having read their stuff I don’t think I’d be writing rn. They all taught me lessons through their works and I’m sure you’ve already read them all but... U should go read them again :D 💖

#definitely someone I’ve left out dhskdbjshs but I am at work on lunch and have no brain

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schnaphan · 3 years

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the ultimate 2020 masterlist ayeeeee! 🎉

2020 has been a busy year. i wrote and published a bunch of phanfics, adding up to 124,433 words. i’m also currently working on my ospbb fic which adds another 25k to the word count! on top of that, i wrote a fic i’m going to publish in the next few days, adding another 10k. almost 160k in the phandom! 🎉

that’s enough for the stats. here are the bebes.

SMOL BEBES ring my bells ~ You try to hide it I know you do When all you really want is me to come and get you ~ my contribution to the wipswap 2020! i didn’t have a wip to do a proper exchange but i was very happy to help out as a pinch hitter ♥ Rain ~ When their dinner date gets ruined, the boys need to find a way to make it work. ~ my first collab in YEARS. @jorzuela and me decided to spend one evening writing, posting the result right afterwards. the ideas were all over the place but we managed to build a neat little story ♥

IMPROMPTU CHALLENGE what’s a great idea if you want to participate in nanowrimo? yep - spend a big part of october writing. i had a lot of fun, tho! ♥ it was really awesome to try out so many different stories and oooooof returning to short stories helped me SO MUCH. cliffhanger It happened so out of the blue. One day, Dan's twin brother was gone. He didn't return home that night - he never did. The sea took him and Dan was left alone. Just like that. the emperor's new clothes Dan picked a special outfit for their dinner date. Phil doesn't quite know how to deal with it. with you by my side Dan and Phil spend their first night together. But Dan can’t fall asleep. family of ten Having a serious conversation with your biggest daughter is rather difficult. Especially when she wants to know if you regret having children. drifting Dan is in love. But his love is confined to a place with blue dim and an electrical hum. exclusive content: murder Meeting with this guy from the internet is kind of risky, kind of sketchy. But it's not just some random guy, it's Phil. So Dan feels safe. Is he right, though? scars of luck Luck. That's what Phil calls it. But Dan knows better. cutting ties Phil likes Dan a lot, he really does. Still, he can't let him know more about his life. But apparently, Dan didn't get the memo. you still have a wish Dan wants to have anonymous sex. Phil agrees. trampoline Whenever Dan is overwhelmed, he runs. Running is the one thing that makes him feel free, the one thing that clears his mind. So it just seems natural to run from Phil. pandemonium The world collapses. And Phil is gone. forever. The waves keep rolling in. Forever. Phil is by Dan's side. Forever. dornröschenschlaf On a trip through the city, looking for picturesque places, Phil stumbles across a seemingly enchanted place. But who knows, maybe he's part of the fairytale too. blessed with a curse everything i touch turns to stone. so wrap your arms around me and leave me on my own. phantom butterflies Dan still got butterflies in his stomach when he sees Phil. But what if they're only phantom butterflies? drown my demons Whenever Phil feels all alone, he knows he can rely on Dan. But maybe he shouldn't. And apparently, demons know how to swim. whiffs of autumn The world is an amazing place. Look at it instead of your flaws. - It doesn't work all the time. But autumn makes things easier. just Dan and Phil are friends. Not ‘just’ friends - they’re friends, there’s no doubt about that. And yet, Dan feels like he’s missing a piece. 知己知己 - zhiji: the one who knows me. soulmate. confidant. THE BIG STUFF

A Song for Lottie ~ Dan was quite happy without Phil in his life. But then, Lottie came along. Lottie, the annoying girl with a sweet tooth and a bad mouth. And you just can't say no to Lottie. Even when she wants you to meet Phil again. ~ sooo i volunteered to be a pinch hitter for the phandom reverse bang. (just in case you can’t tell - i love pinch hitting ♥ just hit me up - pun intended - whenever you need a pinch hitter. i’m a sucker for challenges ♥) and i did what you do as pinch hitter - begin a multi-chapter fic with several storylines. wait, you usually don’t do that? damn, nobody told me :D the story has been on a break for a while but i’m planning to write the next chapter this week! doppelt. ~ The big wheel in Manchester. The big wheel in another Manchester. Phil's disappearance. Finding Phil - twice. Dealing with Doppelgängers. That's not exactly what Dan expected from their first meeting. But in the end, being with Phil is all that matters. ~ i’m not only a sucker for pinch hitting - i also love projects. this time, i took part in the phandom big bang. the first ideas were super ambitious and nobody could understand them and i couldn’t wrap them up so i broke it down a lot. i guess i shouldn’t try to enter metaphysics into a fic - especially considering i have no clue about metaphysics. :D thriving. ~ Sometimes, you meet someone who changes your life. Someone who becomes your best friend. Someone who becomes more to you than just a best friend. Someone who helps you thrive. ~ my actual contribution to the phandom big bang - the one i signed up for. :D i spent so much time looking up flowers, oof. i ended up with 19, one for each chapter and aaaah i just love that feeling so much when everything adds up. common theme, chapter names, even formatting... i still enjoy it. :D MISC writing and posting all these fics wouldn’t have been possible without someone i met in 2020 - my beloved phandom beta @jorzuela ♥ we got to know each other during the phandom reverse bang in summer and i already told you 32763249 times that i was so glad i picked your artwork because it brought us together ♥ thanks for your patience, time, energy, everything ♥ and f... you for stealing my commas. they are essential OKAY 😤 last but not least... i got nominated twice for the phanfic awards?!?!?!!?! i’m still speechless, i can’t even put into words how much it means to me. since i started writing, it has been a dream of mine to win an award but i’ve written off that dream long ago. so it came as a huge surprise when i saw the nominations. y’all are insane, thank you so so so so so so so much for nominating me! ♥ i got nominated in two categories - A Song for Lottie in “best angst” and doppelt. in “best scifi fic”. if you want to vote for me, here’s the link! i would be more than happy to receive your vote ♥ so - that’s it! 2020 wrapped up in a neat post. thanks to everyone who was a part of my journey 🎉

#phanfic #phanfiction

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jorzuela · 4 years

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Check-in tags

Thank you @writingpostmidnight for tagging me 😘

1. How has your day been?

Mmm pretty good! I read a little phanfic in the morning, had lunch, dyed my hair because my roots were a mess and then hooped in the shower. I managed to make it to therapy only 3 minutes late (yes, i was late to online therapy) and i managed to sneak some beta work in there somewhere.

2. What’s the last thing that made you smile?

Talking about my internet friends in therapy, about meeting some of them and seeing some of them again, and the future. Also telling my therapist about all the fun i had writing these past few days and how much my friends made me smile.

3. What’s keeping you entertained these days?

Well I'm writing some fics I need to deliver and having a lot of fun with them and also planning my next bigs fics as well as thinking what to write for the im-PROMPT-u phandom creator challenge. I'm thinking of winging a ficlet a day as a challenge to myself but if some days i can't I will go with a moodboard or something quicker. I'm also running that event and the @oldschoolpbb, and the sign ups for the @phandomreversebang winter edition are upon us so in a few weeks I will be able to say I'm running 3 parallel events. (all of them with different posting times ofc).

4. If you’re in some kind of quarantine/self-isolation what do you hope to achieve in this time?

I have been in quarantine since march and we will continue all year as it seems. I have already achieved a lot. I am looking forward to writing that 50k fic for the ospbb, hopefully making some time to rewrite the one unfinished fic I've had on hiatus for 2 years and write my 2 other fics that I've wanted to write for almost 3 years now.

I wanted to start exercising buuut idk. Imma fye my hair pink tho, so new goal.

5. Post selfie, if you’re comfortable doing so

6. Lastly, tag some ppl:

@thatphannieperson @sarcasm-addiction @phaniella @schnaf @thoughtathought @themwhiskers @icequeenjules26 @natigail @americanphancakes

#Tag meme #Tag thingy

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ao3feed-malvie · 4 years

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Help Me Help You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3e9CCvQ

by zambietrashart

Alex the son of Rapunzel fears for his future with the upcoming king of Auradon Ben who just so happens to be his fiancé. Alex was too nice he couldn't say no when Ben got down on one knee especially when his friends Reggie (son of Snow White) and Luke (son of Ariel and Prince Eric) were chanting say yes in the background. Maybe he just needed to learn how to live on a different side of the rules and a group of villain kids might just be the push that he needed cause he totally wasn't crushing on a long haired chill son of a villain named Willie, that would be ridiculous.

Words: 1062, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Phanfics (get it? please don't scroll past I'm sorry!)

Fandoms: Julie and The Phantoms (TV), Descendants (Disney Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Carrie Wilson, Alex (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Ben (Disney: Descendants), Mal (Disney), Evie (Disney), Jay (Disney), Carlos de Vil, Reggie (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington, Audrey Rose (Disney)

Relationships: Alex/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex/Ben, Alex & Luke Patterson & Reggie (Julie and The Phantoms), Ben/Mal (Disney: Descendants), Evie/Mal (Disney), Jay/Carlos de Vil, Luke Patterson/Reggie (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina/Carrie Wilson, Evie & Jay & Mal & Carlos de Vil

Additional Tags: Rapunzel is a good mom, Alex is rapunzel and Flynn rider's son, Luke is Ariel and Eric's son, Reggie is Snow White and Prince Florian's son, Caleb is here, he's creepy too, he was in love with rapunzel, it gets explained, he's also Willie and Jay's uncle, Willie and Jay are twins, Carlos has a crush on Jay, Alex has a crush on Willie, Willie has a crush on Alex, Luke and Reggie ship Alex and Ben way too hard, Julie and Carrie aren't in the first chapter, Carrie and Audrey are sisters, step sisters, my bad - Freeform, I really did look at this fic and say make it gay, does zambie is gay?, no one will ever know, Caleb worked with Mother Gothel, he really did say I need a kid tho, Alex hates his arranged marriage, Ben loves it tho, why wouldn't he tho Alex is adorable, Willie hates Ben, Ben hates Willie, love cookie really did get used to Alex tho, and Ben too

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3e9CCvQ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #malvie #evie #mal #decendants #evie x mal #mal x evie

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rosewoodphil-blog · 4 years

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Some help with filming

Summary: Dan asks Phil for help with his new video and Phil ends up sitting in Dan’s lap. When Dan accidentally moves his hips, Phil makes an unexpected sound. word count: 1482 rating: m - mature tags: sexual content, grinding, a hint of fingering, friends to lovers. a/n: This is my first ever Phanfic, be kind pls. Send me feedback, I would really appreciate it! Hope you enjoy :)

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“Phil!”

“What?”, Phil replied. He was scrolling through his Twitter mentions, procrastinating from doing actual work.

Dan walked in to the living room. “You promised to help me with filming, remember?” he said.

Phil had indeed promised but had completely forgotten. Dan had told him about his new video idea: The story how his grandma had tricked Dan into thinking she had eaten all the cookies she had baked the day before. He’d asked Phil for filming help because it was ten times easier to just have someone hold the camera up instead of dragging heavy tripods around the house.

“Sorry I totally forgot, do you need help right now?” He asked, closing his phone and looking at Dan from where he was sitting on the couch.

“Yeah”, Dan said, “There’s this one bit where I’m lying on my bed and then having a revelation in my sleep. I open my eyes and pretend I just invented something groundbreaking”

“Like sliced bread?”

“Exactly. Now come on, I can’t put a tripod on the bed it’ll never stay up,” Dan said and headed towards his bedroom. Phil followed him, not really thinking much of it. It was just one small bit and he was happy to help Dan with his videos as it was something they were both passionate about.

When Phil arrived to Dan’s bedroom Dan was already standing beside the bed with a camera in his hands.

“Okay so the scene will go like this: I will pretend to be asleep and after about five seconds I’ll ‘wake up’ and pretend I figured out why my nana was stashing those cookies,” he explained and handed the camera to Phil.

“Okay, how do you want me to film it?” Phil asked hesitantly. He wasn’t sure getting in bed with Dan wasn’t the best idea seeing his unrequited and secret attraction to the man.

“Oh you can stand next to the bed, that should do it,” he replied, not really paying attention as he was getting under the covers and adjusting his hair.

“O- Okay,” Phil stammered and moved to stand next to Dan’s bed, holding the camera in a way that showed Dan from the side.

“Oh sorry can you move it so that it’s above me? Like I did in my ‘Daniel and depression’ video, remember that?”

“Oh right,” Phil said and reached to hold the camera above Dan. “I can’t really see if you’re in shot if I hold the camera like this.”

“Then come sit on the bed Phil. You can sit on my lap so you can get the perfect above view. It’ll be so satisfying.”

Phil flushed red but didn’t argue back. He climbed onto the bed and sat on Dan’s thighs, trying to avoid his crotch area at all costs.

“Better?”

Phil checked the camera display, trying really hard to ignore the fact that he was sitting in Dan’s lap. “Yeah, I think I can get it right now.”

“Okay let’s try and film it.” Dan said and closed his eyes. Phil thought he looked gorgeous sleeping, so peaceful. Suddenly Dan opened his eyes and jerked his body like he had figured something out. As he moved his body, Phil almost fell backwards and dropped the camera on Dan’s legs. As Dan realised what had happened, he laughed at Phil.

“This isn’t gonna work. You can’t sit on my legs cause I need them to flail my body. Move a bit upwards.”

Phil’s cheeks turned even redder, if possible. Moving forward would mean that he would be sitting right on top of Dan’s crotch, only four layers of fabric separating them. The thought alone made Phil shiver a little, but he did as Dan told him to and settled on his crotch, trying his hardest not to move.

“Okay let’s try again!” Dan said and closed his eyes again.

All Phil could do was nod as he lifted the camera up. This time when Dan jerked awake Phil didn’t fall from his lap, but something else did happen. Dan jerked his hips which made him accidentally grind against Phil’s dick, which was showing a bit of interest in Phil’s jeans. He barely held in a whimper, but Dan seemed completely unaware of the situation.

“Okay I think that was a good one, you didn’t fall off of me this time! But let’s do one more so I have a bit of a choice.” and before Phil could protest, Dan had already closed his eyes.

Phil’s heart was beating faster than before but he raised the camera up and waited for Dan to wake up. He did, and jerked his hips the same way as last time. Only this time Phil couldn’t hold back his whimper.

Dan stared at him for a moment.

“Did you just moan?” he asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

As embarrassed as Phil was, he saw no reason to lie. “Yeah… I did.”

“Was it because of me?”

“Yes.” Phil could feel his jeans getting tighter. They stared at each other in silence, looking for clues for what was going to happen next. Dan moved his hips upwards slowly, not breaking eye contact, which elicited another small whimper from Phil’s mouth.

“Is this okay?” Dan asked.

Phil nodded and moved his hands on Dan’s broad chest to help him steady himself. He felt his cheeks getting hotter from both arousal and embarrassment equally. Dan moved his hands on Phil’s hips and started grinding up to him with more vigor. Phil could feel Dan’s dick through his pants. He bit his lip and tried to stay quiet, too embarrassed to make any sounds.

Dan stopped his movements and his chest was heaving from arousal. He moved his left hand on Phil’s zipper and looked at him, asking for permission. Phil nodded and helped Dan to slide his pants off. He was now in his boxers, only three layers of fabric between them. Dan looked at his dick that was already leaking precome through his boxers and creating a small dark patch. He reached his hand and squeezed Phil’s dick, which made Phil moan louder than he would’ve wanted.

“Move over so I can get my clothes off.” Dan said, voice low. Phil obeyed and sat next to Dan on the bed, moving his shirt to cover his hard dick. Dan stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He was wearing black boxers underneath. He turned to Phil and helped him remove his t-shirt, which resulted to them sitting in their boxers on Dan’s bed. Phil skimmed his eyes over Dan’s toned body: his biceps and faint six-pack that made Phil even more aroused if possible. Phil felt a little insecure about his slender arms and definitely not muscular stomach.

“You look beautiful Phil.” Dan said and moved his hands against Phil’s sides, making him sigh.

“Can I kiss you?” Phil asked.

“Yeah,” Dan smiled and leaned in, capturing Phil’s lips with his own. He licked into Phil’s mouth and they both moaned at the feeling.

Phil broke the kiss, “Please Dan, I need you” he begged. He was getting desperate.

“What do you need baby?”

“You.”

Dan lifted Phil into his lap, facing him, and positioned his hips so that he was rubbing right against Phil. Phil whimpered at the contact and threw his arms around Dan’s neck. Dan started grinding up against Phil and Phil grinded back. Dan moved his arms up and down Phil’s back, occasionally grabbing his bum and squeezing it. Phil buried his face into Dan’s neck and moaned. He was getting close.

“I’m close” he whispered between his moans.

Dan moved his hands between Phil’s cheeks and circled his entrance. It was almost too much and Phil increased his pace, almost bouncing on Dan’s lap. He was so close and he knew exactly what he needed to tip over the edge but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Somehow Dan seemed to know as he slid his index finger inside Phil. The sensation was all Phil needed and he came with a shout of Dan’s name, spurting his cum on their chests. Dan moved his hand to grab his own cock and jerked himself to finish, grunting as he came all over his hand.

They breathed heavily for a while, Phil resting his head on Dan’s shoulder. Dan stroked his back soothingly and kissed his neck.

“Was that ok?”

“Yeah I liked it a lot. If you couldn’t tell.” Phil smiled and lifted his head to look at Dan.

Dan smiled back at him and kissed him on the nose. “We should do this again soon. Maybe we could try something different, go a bit further if you know what I mean.”

“Not before you take me on a date tho,” Phil laughed at him and kissed him on the lips.

#phanfiction #phanfic #phan smut #phan #my fics

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yikesola · 5 years

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Phanfic Finder Fest 🥰✨

this was such an outstanding challenge, i loved digging into tags i wouldn’t usually (lookin at you, tentacles 👀) and finding pieces that fit the trope but often w a little twist— it was also interesting to see things i’d assume had loads of fic written for it (like Portugal 🌞) don’t have quite so much as i’d have figured ..... and now i’m itching to write and rectify that! i also loved digging into pieces that haven’t been commented on in years and that i might have missed out on if not for the fest 💞💞

1. Fake Relationship

“Everlasting Friend” (6k, M) by @tortitabby

this is a trope that always delivers, i feel, so it was pretty hard to pick among so many great ones. in this fic, i especially love the motivation behind the fake relationship (phil wanting to just Show his family that he’s queer by bringing a boyfriend home, it feels very relatable, kinda mirrors what my own plan for coming out was tho i didn’t drag a friend into it alsdfjdjs) dan’s struggle was so well done, and i always dig a penpal plot! 👏😭

2. Dirty Dancing / Grinding

“build me up (like a sandcastle)” (1k, M) by @i-am-my-opheliac

god there’s so much to love in this teasingly saturated fic 😩❤️ the atmosphere in this is so dreamy and ethereal, and often i’d think of a piece w this vibe as “cinematic” but this somehow feels even more intimate than that. the alcohol and the weed and the sweat and the sand, the whole piece really seems to exist in slow motion— it’s like a music video

3. ft. Dan’s Family

“Formula Won” (3.3k, G) by @jamie-with-a-g

love this fic’s sense of pacing and use of flashbacks (also love its justification for dan’s admittedly most het interest ✌️) and the blips we get of karen and baby adrian. i really loved this fic’s approach to dan’s father— it’s a very human take on dan’s father, where instead of a parent being placed on a pedestal or demonized, things are allowed to be more complicated than that. 💞

4. Tentacles

“Love a Good Tentacle” (386, M) by @maetaurus

this was a short but sweet piece that let’s the reader fill in the blanks for themselves and works really well with the dialogue we have from the final golf video. was this an example of my timidity that i chose a tentacle piece w no sexual content and merely suggestive themes?? maybe! but it was a good fun fic for all that 💁🏻

5. Fic Set in 2011

“care for me when i’m drunk” (1k, G) by @boofphil

love this era, especially as it seems people tend to jump from 2009-2010 honeymoon days right into 2012 angst, and this was just such a tender and loving 2011 piece that really really works 😘 i especially adored the small moment when phil first calls and dan’s ready to laugh w him about how drunk he is, but dan immediately drops that when he realizes just how unwell phil is. very good taking-care-of-you conent :)))

6. Portugal

“wouldn’t it be nice” (780, T) by opendoor

i wish i could have found the author’s tumblr, but this fic was an absolute delight that manages to capture the eagerness of dnp early days on this trip. it’s such a dreamy fic and i love just how enamoured phil is while also being nervous bc everything still feels so new, that momentary panic that occurs when you think you’ve siad too much but then dissipates when the other person says too much as well 😭😭 they cute!

7. Cooking Together

“dinner for two” (1.5k, G) by Wiley(doubledoubleu)

this was suuuuuch a cute fic, and i’m terribly sorry i wasn’t able to find this author’s tumblr either, but this university au is just delightful. it’s maybe a stretch to call microwave dinners “cooking together” but i’m willing to make that stretch. ✌️❤️ i love that it was born out of this idea that like “no no, we’re just doing this because it’s convenient” even while they’re so smitten w each other

8. Sex Toys

“it felt wrong (but it didn’t take long)” (1.7k, M) by @dipnpips

have been on a wlw-dnp high since the feb fest and was so so pleased to stumble upon this one here! 👩‍❤️‍👩👯 i love Phreya‘s confidence throughout, and also loved what the fic had to say about the idea that Dani can be into sex while still being initially uncomfortable w the idea that she deserves pleasure as well, it’s a concept that perfectly balances Dan’s sense of not deserving some things w how different his experiences would be through the lens of womanhood.

9. Multiple Orgasms

“let our bodies make memories” (3.4k, E) by @symmetricdnp

this is a fic that really stands out to me among the use of multiple orgasms where it was kinda situational and spontaneous— i feel usually the trope is utilized as part of a scene where the characters very much intended multiple orgasms, and there’s just something infinitely charming about the surprise involved in dan going for two here. their bants and characterization are perfection; i really love this one 🙌✨

10. First Person POV

“my talents include...” (1.3k, G) by @knlalla

first person POV is tricky to master but boy oh boy has ms katie done so 💞😭 this is such a cute explanation for a classic danny emo tweet, and i really really love that moment where dan, after having felt needy for the entire fic, immediately feels a little silly once phil asks him what’s going on. because even while wanting attention, sometimes it can feel like too much to ask for it. and i love that phil so readily gives it to him anyway!

#phandom fic fest #fanfic finder fest #fic rec #i loved this :’)) i loved the challege — i love what i found — i love everyone else’s cards and comments — Great fest!! 🥰🥰✨✌️

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